The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　The physical strength of the Tarek people is ranked among the best in the universe.

　However, Perlis was not afraid of them.

　Previously, because the reality here was very unstable, Perlis's senses could not adapt for a while, so she was unable to detect the presence of these warriors from a long distance.

　It has to be said that if her reaction had not been quick enough, the leader's sneak attack would have been successful.

　But now it’s different. Having adapted to the environment, Perlis can easily detect the movements of each warrior.

　Not to mention fighting.

　What's more, the difficulty in fighting these warriors is not how to defeat them...

　But how not to overdo it...

　“…Sizzle!”

　The broken star in Perlis's hand exploded into countless fragments, floating around her, aiming at every soldier who tried to launch an attack.

　"If you want to fight, then come on," Perlis said softly, "but I suggest you think a little longer before taking action."

　"Once you cross my sword, your life or death is your own responsibility."

　Radio City.

　The city was quickly taken over, and the Free Alliance fighters quickly entered the warehouses, replenished resources, and burned the strongholds of the Broadcast Domain garrison.

　Arianwen met Ikason on the radio building in the city center.

　"How is it?" Ikason came towards him.

　"We need to reach the upper deck through Passage 74," Alianwen handed her alloy plate to Ikason. "In order to pass safely, we need to find the warriors in the narrow space between the decks."

　Ikason took the alloy plate, pressed his hand on it, and quickly synchronized all previous information.

　"If it's just us, we should be able to pass the melted section smoothly." Ikason concluded.

　"But if we just pass it, it will be meaningless," Alianwen shook her head. "Helping local people as much as possible is our purpose."

　"Of course," Ikason returned the alloy plate to Alianwen, "then let's go and find the people in the narrow space between the decks."

　"I'll go with you."

　The two turned around and saw Raja walking slowly towards them, still with a faint smile on his face.

　"You are the leader, and leaders should stay in the back." Arianwen said.

　"Miss Aryanwen, from my observation, you should also be a leader, but you are fighting at the front." Raja nodded slightly.

　Alianwen was slightly stunned, then nodded:

　"Very sharp."

　"The warriors in the narrow spaces between the decks are difficult to find. Simply knowing their permanent bases is meaningless, as they could change locations at any time," Raja continued. "Their chosen bases are usually along the narrow passages around the edges of the decks and the core areas. Due to the environment, the stability of reality in those areas is low, making it difficult for senses to be used there."

　"But your prophetic ability can detect them." Ikason knew what he was going to say.

　"That's right, so I'll bring a group of people with you," Raja chuckled and nodded. "Besides, after all, we were once allies. If I show up, the Warrior King should be more respectful. You know, given their temperament, they usually resort to violence when they meet."

　"Are you so irritable?" Arianwen stuck out her tongue.

　"Yes," Raja nodded, "After all... they are considered a branch of the Tarek people..."

　"And what the Tarek people are most famous for... is their superb martial arts."

　core area.

　Perlis stood in the center of the bridge, surrounded by Tarek warriors.

　Directly in front of her, the Warrior King knelt with his sword in his hand, breathing heavily.

　After fifteen minutes of fighting, none of them could break through the girl's defense.

　She was always so fast, so fast that you couldn't see clearly, and so fast that when the counterattack came, you didn't even have a chance to fight back.

　And the most humiliating thing is...she seems to have knocked people out with just the hilt of her sword, and not a drop of blood got on her blade!

　"...Can you listen to me now?"

　Perlis took two steps forward, and the Warrior King almost immediately drew his sword and slashed at her desperately—

　"clang--"

　The blades clashed, throwing the King of Warriors off balance.

　Perlis swung her sword again, the blade made a sonic boom, and the strong wind instantly knocked the King of Warriors to the ground.

　When the Warrior King raised his head suddenly, the silver blade was already at his throat.

　"Hafurgaard, who destroyed your civilization, does not belong to the High Heavens," Perlis said softly. "She is a servant of the Star-Scorning Tribe."

　The Warrior King looked at Perlis breathlessly, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

　“Hehe…hahahaha!”

　"What are you laughing at?" Perlis was stunned.

　"Do you think this is what I care about?"

　The Warrior King climbed up with his sword in hand, growling like a tiger.

　"Destroying Colony 12... proves Havrgard is powerful! I want to fight the strong! That's all!"

　Martial arts fanatic... Perlis rubbed her temples and said:

　"So is the battle over now? Can we stop fighting? I have something to ask you."

　"The battle will not end until the moment of life and death!" roared the Warrior King. "Hahahahaha! I will use your blood! To drench my sword!"

　He roared, leaped, and the sword fell from the sky—

　"clang--"

　Perlis blocked the blow with her sword, sending him flying and causing him to fall to the ground, unconscious.

　She glanced at the Warrior King again, sighed softly, and turned to walk towards the end of the bridge.

　After walking on the dark bridge for an unknown amount of time, a gate appeared in front of Perlis.

　The ancient door frame was bronze in color and was estimated to be about two hundred meters high. Inscriptions were engraved on the door frame with a special red pigment, as if it were some kind of ritual.

　In front of the gate, rows of people in red robes stopped Perlis.

　Unlike the red-robed men before, they were floating in the air, with a faint blue light flowing under their hoods.

　Apparently, they were endowed with abilities that mortals did not possess.

　The source of power is naturally the mysterious core.

　Those are the cardinals of the Unification Society.

　"Little White Flower, how do you plan to take back the core area?" Carly's voice sounded.

　"Let's talk first." said Perlis.

　"Pfft, do we really need to chat with them?" Carly chuckled. "It seems useless, huh?"

　"Don't talk to them," Perlis shook her head, "Carly will know in a moment."

　"Okay, if you can't handle it, tell me. I already have some good plans~" Carly said.

　Perlis nodded and walked forward.

　Soon, she arrived in front of the cardinals. The leading cardinal slowly floated forward and stretched out his hand towards Perlis:

　"Stop, blood drinker, you are not welcome. This is your ultimatum."

　"Your companions were killed by the warriors in the narrow space between the decks," Perlis said. "You seem to be in the middle of a conflict, and I dealt with those warriors for you. They won't harass you for a while."

　"You think this means you're worth our time?" the Cardinal whispered.

　"...You speak so rudely." Perlis shrank her neck.

　"We know you're a servant of Odin Sharma," the cardinal raised his head, and the space around him began to tremble. "We know your purpose is to help the blasphemous Moksada reclaim the Great Core, so we deny you entry."

　"And you scolded me..." Perlis sighed softly.

　But it doesn’t matter.

　Originally, I didn't plan to chat with them.

　Perlis flicked her hand lightly, and with a roar of red light, the silver flute was caught in her hand.

　Shepherd's Flute.

　She planned to have a chat with the core.

　That is, talk to the starship Tamara-Toss.

　Pearlis put the flute to her lips, closed her eyes, and began to play softly.

　As the melodious melody floated out, three primary colors of gold, blue and emerald green filled the air, and gradually converged together to form a colorful string.

　The string vibrated, something deep in the darkness gradually resonated, reality began to distort, and unstable ripples filled the air.

　The cardinals looked at Perlis warily, their bodies trembling. On the one hand, they longed to launch an attack, but on the other hand, they were terrified of the unknown power.

　At this moment, a sharp scream came from behind them:

　"Let her in!!!"

　The voice was so hysterical, mixed with fear, urgency and desire.

　The cardinals were stunned for a moment. They looked at Perlis and found that the girl had put down the flute with a polite smile on her face:

　"Okay, can you take me in now?"

Chapter 712 Blade Logic (Part 8) -3k-

　After passing through the huge gate, what comes into view is a ruin.

　This used to be a city, and the ruins are still lined up on the roadside, like a charred stone forest.

　The city has been destroyed.

　In its place, there is a huge church.

　Perlis had never seen such a large church complex. The towering spires looked like the high-rise buildings in the city. The only difference was that they all belonged to the same building.

　A giant church built on a city scale.

　"White Cathedral City, this is our city."

　Beside Perlis, a cardinal lowered his head humbly and explained to her softly.

　His tone was very gentle, and the indifference he once had had melted away like ice and snow at sunrise. If Perlis had not talked to him before, she would never have imagined that such a cold religious madman could speak in such a calm and gentle tone.

　"After the Great Drift War, we purged this city, filled with blasphemous atmosphere. All the pagans who extracted energy from the Lord were liquidated, and Odin Sharma's relatives also died at our hands."

　"You hate him," Perlis nodded. "If you ask me, he really doesn't seem like the type to be liked."

　"Odin Sharma is a blasphemer," the cardinal whispered, "but you, you actually have His favor."

　In fact, Perlis didn't do anything. She just used the melody played by the Shepherd's Flute to resonate with the core, and then attracted the attention of the star-crossing ship Tamara-Toss.

　His instincts were chaotic, but he seemed to immediately issue a vague oracle, asking them to let Perlis enter the city.

　Perlis could probably guess the reason - the power expressed by the Shepherd's Flute was similar to that of the Shepherd's String, and this ancient god had been controlled by the Supreme String.

　His instinct made him fear this thing.

　As long as she could reach the core, Perlis could communicate with the interstellar ship Tamara-Toss, and then use Him to disperse her followers and clear the core area.

　In this way, without bloodshed, Perlis can fulfill her promise with Odin Sharma.

　"That's a really clever plan," Carly's voice rang in Perlis's ear. "It's just a little short of the best plan I came up with. It's a suboptimal plan, right?"

　"What? Carly has the best plan?" Perlis puffed out her cheeks. "I thought I was smart this time."

　"You are already very smart, my little white flower."

　"Humph."

　Perlis raised her head. She had arrived at the main entrance of the huge church. The surrounding ruins had been cleared away, and in their place were paladins standing on the steps with swords in their hands.

　Paladins, this was the first impression Perlis had of them: God's inscriptions were engraved on their white power armor, red shawls hung behind them, and light blades embroidered with runes were leaning on their hands.

　The military strength of the core area is not weak.