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

　A burning dagger flew through the air, piercing the chests of four or five spies in succession. It made a sharp turn before being caught by a slender hand.

　"Snapped."

　Alianwen turned her head, and when she saw who was holding the dagger, her pupils trembled slightly——

　—It was Sigrid.

　The girl was standing on top of a transport plane, looking down at the spies below with an indifferent expression.

　After attracting their attention, the girl drew the long sword from her waist and jumped forward.

　"!"

　Arianwyn raised her gun and began to cover Sigrid, shooting at the spies near her.

　Not far away, Ikason and the Holy Knights tore through the defense line and soon killed hundreds of people.

　The battle was reversed in just a moment.

　Bridge - Mourning Psalm

　"The lunatics from the Unification Association aided the Engine District? How is that possible? Why would those religious lunatics run off instead of guarding their own little piece of land?"

　Odin Sharma looked at the briefing handed to him by his adjutant in disbelief. The adjutant lowered his head and whispered:

　"You've driven them out of their own little corner of the country."

　"Then there's no way they're going to help those bugs in the engine area!" Odin roared, "They only act according to God's will, and their God won't give them such a will! Unless they believe in a new God..."

　When he said this, he was slightly stunned, then turned to look at Perlis beside him.

　This time, Perlis met his gaze and a faint smile appeared on her face.

　""

　Odin Sharma's hands were shaking: Those religious lunatics of the Unification Society were fanatics of Tamara-Toss! Their minds held nothing but that ancient chaotic god, yet they had converted to the Pure White Flame?

　For the first time, Odin suddenly realized how much terrifying energy was hidden in this seemingly ordinary girl.

　He rubbed his temples lightly, turned to look at the adjutant, and whispered:

　"Concentrate all ball lightning on the engine area. If the Unification Society wants to die, then let them die together."

　"Yes, sir!" The adjutant immediately went to do the job.

　"And we should go"

　Odin looked at the collapsing Hub City. Now, the information from other super cities had fallen silent. Whether it was curses or prayers, they all disappeared with the ravages of ball lightning.

　The Mourning Psalm began to rise towards the passage above. Directly below it, the hub connecting civilizations was completely engulfed by the dark blue arc of electricity.

　Moksada still looked calm and composed. He commanded everyone on the bridge in an orderly manner, as smoothly as if he had just won an unparalleled victory.

　But Perlis saw through him.

　She saw through his fear—the chess game in his hand was like a wild horse running wildly towards an uncertain future.

　"Carly, let the Unification Union take control of the situation." Perlis muttered in her heart.

　"It's under control," Carly's voice came, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

　Led by the cardinal, Raja and Nani walked out of the main ship and came to the completely cleared port platform.

　All the spies and white hunters were killed, and the holy knights lined up on both sides of the hatch like statues, leaning on their swords.

　But Raja knew the real threat was overhead.

　He raised his head, and the surging blue arcs continued to expand, quickly sweeping towards the dilapidated city below.

　The gravitational shields on the walls of the compartments were being breached layer by layer. They were unable to defend against the rapidly flashing electric arcs, nor could they permanently block the main body of the ball lightning cluster.

　At this speed, the main body of the ball lightning will fall on the city in three minutes at most.

　"We still need to retreat," Nynaeve muttered. "The gravity shield won't hold."

　"We can stop it," the cardinal whispered.

　Nynaeve glared at him and turned away.

　"Dad, your God won't come here to help us."

　The cardinal did not rush to answer. He waved his hand, and a row of gray-brained people who looked like priests passed by him and walked towards the open area in the distance.

　"Do you know why the Holy Knights are so powerful, Nani?" asked the Cardinal.

　"Because their bodies have undergone four major transformations, replacing all flesh and blood organs with mechanical bionic ones," Nynaeve said, looking at a knight. "Then, they were thrown into the main fusion reactor, facing the baptism of radiation from the core—you call it the baptism of holy light, but it's essentially just using fusion radiation to mutate their bodies, and the mechanical bionic organs are responsible for preventing them from dying in the process."

　The cardinal nodded slightly and continued:

　"The Holy Light baptism process is extremely painful. Only three out of ten knights can survive. However, once they pass the baptism, they will receive God's protection—strong bodies and steadfast spirits! They wield holy swords whose surface temperatures can reach 4500°C in battle, yet their bodies remain unaffected."

　"What allowed them to go through such torture and still stand?"

　"It's your religion," Nynaeve said.

　"It's faith, Nynaeve."

　The cardinal opened his arms and looked up at the raging thunder in the sky.

　"Faith gives us a firm belief. It enables us to serve the great God forever and keep us pious forever."

　The Graybrain priests formed a circle, slowly floated into the air, and looked up at the sea of ​​electric arcs surging above their heads.

　A blue light appeared in their pupils, a faint blue light.

　In every corner of the engine area, similar things were happening: the priests formed a circle and floated up, the blue light in their pupils intertwined, and turned into a blue fluorescent sea under the orange-yellow secondary fusion glow.

　Along with their pious chanting, something incredible happened——

　——The violent ball lightning stopped its restlessness.

　They stopped falling, and the overflowing arcs continued to converge, eventually shrinking into a calm blue sphere.

　Six spheres are suspended in the air, like six bright moons.

　""

　Nynaeve stared at the scene in front of her, stunned, and for a moment she was speechless.

　The cardinal lowered his head with a smile, looked at his daughter, and said:

　"Look, daughter."

　“This is faith.”

Chapter 724 Gravity (Part 10) -3k-

　As the ball lightning was fixed in the air, the situation in the city stabilized.

　In the square, Ikason held the instrument, looked up at the sky, and nodded while looking at the readings.

　"...something similar to quantum entanglement," he muttered. "The radiation from the core mutates their brains, and through this mutation they resonate with the energy entity composed of the main fusion energy, thus completing the control of ball lightning."

　"Is this considered faith?" muttered a member of the Guards nearby.

　"Perhaps," Ikason shook his head helplessly. "At least, if it weren't for faith in God, who would lock themselves in a reactor and let their brain mutate?"

　"indeed so."

　"My powers were given to me by mutation!" General Singh, who was passing by, shouted, "I don't believe in any gods! Damn the mutation! My skin has turned to stone!"

　""

　In a corner of the battlefield, beside a small campfire, Arianwen found Sigrid.

　The girl was sharpening her dagger by the campfire, her expression indifferent and focused.

　Hearing footsteps, she raised her head and looked at Arianwen.

　"You're fine." Sigrid nodded.

　Arianwen squatted down beside her, took a quick look at her body, and then grabbed her shoulders.

　"Why would you do that! Jumping off the shuttle directly, what's the difference between that and suicide?" Her voice was a little loud, and Sigrid was frightened and trembled slightly.

　"Why are you being so mean to me..." Sigrid turned her face away.

　"I can guarantee that we can escape together!" Alianwen said, "You don't have to sacrifice yourself like this. Is your life so worthless? Before taking such a dangerous action, at least discuss it with me."

　Sigrid was stunned. She seemed to have never expected that she would be questioned by Arianwyn like this. She was speechless for a moment.

　Looking at her dazed and stunned look, Alianwen sighed and said:

　"...Are you okay?"

　"It's just a minor injury," Sigrid said nonchalantly, "it's nothing serious."

　"That's the Ash Hunter, how did you escape?" Arianwen couldn't hide the surprise in her words.

　Sigrid raised her chin towards the distance. Arianwen turned her head and found a holy knight standing there.

　She sighed softly and sat down beside Sigrid, looking at the campfire.

　"Don't be so reckless next time. Although my ability to handle the superimposed shadows is limited, if it's only a short-term overload, I won't lose control or go crazy. I can fully guarantee that we can evacuate together."

　"Why?" asked Sigrid.

　"Hmm? Because my body can still tolerate it..."

　"That's not the question."

　Sigrid turned her head and looked Arianwyn directly in the eyes.

　"Why are you angry because I chose to sacrifice myself? We are not familiar with each other and haven't known each other for long."

　"Are you stupid or just dumb..." Arianwen rubbed her temple. "No matter what, we are all partners on the same front. I can't tolerate a partner sacrificing himself without discussion."

　"Is that so..." Sigrid pondered, "I thought you, Havrgard, were all cold-blooded and ruthless. After all, you are advanced beings from the High Heavens."

　"All things have spirits. As long as they have intelligence, there is no distinction between high and low. Hafgard doesn't play the game of bloodline." Arianwen shook her head.

　"That's not what I heard."

　Sigrid looked at the object roasting on the campfire: it was a suckling pig...at least it looked like a pig.

　"My father told me that the messengers of the High Heavens have always held themselves in high esteem. They travel alone in the universe, regarding their mission as the only principle in the world."

　"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Arianwen said softly.

　Sigrid once again cast her gaze upon Arianwynne's face, and after a long moment, she shook her head gently.

　"It doesn't seem like it."

　She paused, then added:

　"But my father also told me that people outside are always good at disguising themselves, so don't trust others just because of a few words."

　Sigrid's words amused Arianwen a little. She found that this female warrior of the Tarek tribe was more like a naive little girl than a cruel barbarian believer.

　Innocent, innocent, and stupid.

　"Your father sounds very strict." Arianwen curled up her knees, hugged her knees with her hands, rested her head on her knees, and looked at Sigrid with a smile.

　"Very strict," Sigrid said, looking away at the roasting suckling pig on the campfire. "He gave me a lot of training, teaching me how to fight and the principles of life. I barely had a chance to breathe."

　"You are indeed very good in combat," Arianwen nodded. "Your father taught you well... Are all Tarek families like this? Martial?"

　"Perhaps," Sigrid murmured, "but really, it gets really tiring after a while."

　"Being stuck on this tiny starship is going to get boring no matter what..."

　Aryanwen looked up at the sky. The six fusion ball lightnings were hanging in the air, gently emitting a faint blue light, even covering the secondary fusion light emitted by the engine pipes.

　The entire world turned into a pure dark blue, which reminded Aryanwen of a planet she had passed by during a mission: that planet was located in the orbit of a blue white dwarf star, with a rocky surface and no vegetation, making it a forbidden zone for life.

　It was just a little bit before this dilapidated urban area would become a forbidden zone for life.

　""

　Sigrid stared at Arianwyn for a long time before she spoke softly:

　"Is the world outside beautiful?"

　"It's not really beautiful," Arianwen shook her head. "Beauty and stability are but a fleeting moment in our world. This chaotic universe will always destroy beauty at some point after its birth."

　"But even so, it cannot be denied that beauty always exists."

　"Is it beautiful..." Sigrid lowered her head. "I don't know. Since I was born, I have been taught to fight. I don't feel the beauty you speak of. All I do is repeatedly swing my blade."