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

　"Do you want to go out and take a look?" Arianwen turned her head and looked at the girl with hair as bright as fire. "Go outside?"

　She clearly saw that Sigrid was stunned, and that girlish expression was revealed again.

　"Go out and take a look..." Sigrid murmured.

　"Well, you are a powerful warrior, fearless on the battlefield, and willing to sacrifice yourself for your teammates. You can definitely have a place in the Guards of the Luper Fleet."

　Alianwen said seriously:

　"I'm the captain of the Celestial Envoy. Join my fleet and you can travel with me to many different worlds. When we're not on a mission, we'll dock at the port of Luperca—it's a beautiful planet. If you want to experience beauty, it's the best place."

　"You're the captain..." Sigrid turned away, "Captain, you put yourself in such a dangerous place? How reckless..."

　"Don't change the subject. I'm inviting you." Arianwen looked at Sigrid with a smile.

　Sigrid stared at the flames, at the roasting pig, as if she wanted to singe its skin to a brilliant golden color with her eyes.

　"The meat is ready," Sigrid said suddenly.

　"Sigrid?"

　"Let me think about it," Sigrid's voice rose a little, then suddenly fell back. "After all... I don't know you that well, do I? What if you're actually bad people, just like my father said?"

　"...So your father's original words described us as bad people." Alianwen scratched her head.

　"I don't think you're bad."

　Sigrid suddenly raised her head and looked at Arianwyn seriously.

　"You are different from the Havrgard I imagined, really."

　"I'm glad to change your bad impressions, no matter how they came about." Arianwen chuckled.

　Just as the two were talking happily, footsteps were heard not far away.

　They both looked up at the same time, only to see Raja walking towards them, bowing slightly beside the campfire:

　"Thank you all for everything you have done for us."

　"It's too early to thank us now. We haven't won yet." Arianwen chuckled.

　"Didn't your prophetic powers tell you of this failure, Moksadar?" Sigrid's words were more harsh.

　"The prophecy did not favor me," Raja shook his head. "I'm sorry."

　"So you are unwilling to use the prophecy, or is your ability simply malfunctioning?" Sigrid asked.

　Raja did not answer. He took a deep breath and said:

　"I've exchanged some intelligence with the cardinals of the Unification Society. It seems the entire central hub has been destroyed. We can no longer reach the upper deck through the interior of the cabin."

　"There's really no way," Sigrid shook her head. "No matter how powerful a Tarik warrior is, there's no way they can pass through a contaminated tunnel filled with primary fusion energy. That would be tantamount to seeking death."

　"If we continue like this, we'll run out of ammunition and food sooner or later," Raja continued. "Odin Sharma has basically severed all the energy pipelines to the core area. Our remaining reserves can only last for three months at most. By then, our organic food generator will be unable to operate, and we will not be able to purify the coolant as a water source."

　"In other words, we were locked up in hell."

　"What about your prophecy? Does it tell you what to do in the future?" Sigrid frowned.

　"Sigrid, don't be so mean," Arianwyn warned.

　"I don't like prophets." Sigrid shrugged.

　"Our only remaining option is to gamble everything on a single surprise attack," Raja ignored Sigrid's harsh words. "We must capture Haidu once and for all. We underestimated Odin Sharma's madness during the Battle of the Central Nexus. But if we risk everything to wage war against him, there's one place he'll never do what he did in the Central Nexus."

　When Raja said this, Aryanwen had already guessed it:

　"Surface deck?"

　Raja nodded:

　"If unstable ball lightning were released indiscriminately in the Dark Torrent Tunnel, it would very likely disrupt the tunnel's stability, leading to complete destruction."

　"We need to wage war from the surface deck again... If we can successfully persuade the Unification Association to join us, we'll have enough troops to fight once more."

　Raja closed his eyes, the prophecy echoing in his mind again.

　Nynaeve lay dead amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and the sky above her was filled with darkness—the light of a deep black tunnel.

　He didn't want Nynaeve to die, but he knew that Mok'sada was supposed to lead the people: the people who longed to be free.

　He is going to move towards that prophecy.

　...END...

Chapter 725 The Prophet

　Black sea cliffs and gray clouds.

　Torrential rain mixed with loud thunder beat against the sea. The rolling waves, like the brushstrokes of the Dragon King, frantically drew arcs in the rain, and the silver thunder was reflected in the waves.

　On the sea, a fleet is sinking. They are at the end of their strength. Most of the fleet has turned into wreckage among the waves. The remaining survivors are fleeing towards a small island on the sea.

　On the small island, a black fortress stood under the heavy rain, surrounded by the outlines of towns.

　""

　An old man in a white coat stood on the edge of the sea cliff. Beside him, a gentle-looking secretary was holding an umbrella for him.

　In the heavy rain, the umbrella looked so ridiculous. The rain still hit the old man's old face, blurring his lenses.

　But he just stood there as if there was no wind, gently raised his glasses with his hand and looked behind him.

　A girl with white hair and red eyes stood behind her. She didn't hold an umbrella. The red factor shield on her body blocked every drop of rain, making her vision extremely clear.

　Behind the girl, huge war machines were spread all over the coastline, and the blue smoke from the muzzles flew obliquely in the strong wind, drawing thin lines towards the black fortress in the distance.

　"...Poor Duke Ilos. Even if Glynis II had completely delegated power to the cabinet, allowing him to privately build such a powerful navy, he should not have attempted to challenge the Federation's naval power, let alone flee back to Blackstone Fortress after a complete defeat."

　The old man held his hands behind his back. In the distance, the black fortress was repeatedly sounding its alarm. The shrill sound penetrated the heavy rain and became insignificant by the time it reached the coast.

　"He clearly believes that as long as he can seize sea power on the west coast, he can challenge us. He may also believe that if he fires the first shot, the power of E-Tran will shift to his side. He will represent the cabinet to seize power from the queen and write his own name in the history books."

　"He wanted to build an empire and become the leader of an empire. What a great idea."

　The old man shook his head and pretended to be pitiful:

　"But his name will not be recorded in history books. Today is just another ordinary day."

　At this time, the secretary beside him picked up the tablet in his hand, clicked a few times, and then smiled politely at the old man:

　"Commander, the Eye in the Sky is ready."

　"understood."

　The old man turned his head and looked at the girl with white hair and red eyes, and raised his chin towards her:

　"So, what should we do with a rebel like Duke Ilos?"

　"Put pressure on the E-Tlan officials to stop his rebellion." The girl replied softly.

　"No," the old man shook his head. "If Duke Ilos dares to challenge our maritime power, it means he has already effectively severed ties with his homeland. His fleet doesn't fly the flag of I-Tlan. As I said before, what he desires is to establish a brand new empire."

　"Then put an end to his rebellion and hand him over to his homeland as a treasonous person," the girl continued.

　"That would only sow the seeds of rebellion and give those who attempt to resist... a glimmer of hope."

　The corners of the old man's mouth rose slightly. He was so kind, but his silver eyes occasionally revealed a hint of severity.

　"Now that he has launched an all-out war against us, what we should do is to make him disappear completely."

　Disappearance, such a common word, seems so cold when it is used to describe the end of a small island with a population of thousands.

　Colder than the storm.

　"Commander-in-Chief, the reconnaissance aircraft has locked onto all targets," the secretary reported, looking at the tablet. "We've located Duke Ilos. He's inside the fortress on Blackstone Island. His wife, three sons, and two daughters are all inside."

　"That's great. This will significantly reduce our manpower expenses."

　The old man waved his hand and the secretary handed the tablet to him.

　He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tablet, and the palm print verification was passed.

　Before giving the order, the old man turned his head and looked at the girl behind him.

　"If you want to destroy an empire, start from its foundations and destroy it completely, leaving not a single brick or tile behind."

　"Remember, as a powerful blade, you should do things thoroughly and leave no trace of trouble."

　After that, the old man looked at the tablet and said softly:

　"Ant extermination operation begins now."

　"boom----"

　As the ring exploded, a huge airship instantly appeared above the sea, stirring up a whirlwind amidst the heavy rain.

　The Federation's "Condemnation-class" Admir Sky Eye airship.

　The giant ship slowly sailed over the island, and cannon fire rose into the sky from between the outlines of the fortress and exploded on the giant ship's factor shield, but could not hurt it at all.

　Directly below the giant ship, tiny red dots of light lit up, looking like twinkling stars among the rolling gray clouds.

　But the girl knew that it was a factor that could guide missiles.

　"...Commander, a communication request from Blackstone Fortress," the secretary said, holding up the tablet. "Do you need to connect?"

　"Please answer it." The old man pushed his glasses with his index finger.

　The communication was connected, and amidst the chaotic noise, a deep male voice shouted in panic:

　"Enough! Laplace! I surrender! I am willing to be your prisoner!"

　Behind his voice, one could faintly hear the cries of children and the sobs of women.

　The old man's mouth curled up slightly. He looked at the Black Stone Fortress in the distance and said softly:

　"Iros, I thought you were going to curse me out a bit. At least that would make you sound like a tough guy."

　"I can agree to any conditions you ask for!" the man roared. "You can do whatever you want with me! But my wife... and children..."

　"Execute it." The old man ordered.

　A dull roar came from the sky. At first, the girl thought it was thunder, but as dense, swaying red points of light passed through the dark clouds, she saw the source of the thunder clearly -

　——The Eye in the Sky launched a full-scale missile attack.

　Dense rain of bullets fell on Black Stone Island, red flames shot into the sky, and screams came from the flat plate - the sound was mixed with the despair of Duke Ilos and his family, but it only lasted for a moment before it turned into silence with the collapse of Black Stone Fortress.

　The bullets continued to rain down, and the outline of the black fortress collapsed in the red light. Flames shot up into the sky between the towns on the island, and the outlines of the buildings turned into ashes on the gray curtain, which was quickly washed away by the rainstorm.

　Ten minutes later, with a roar, the island sank, along with everything it had once carried, and the waves of the sea swallowed everything.

　""

　The old man handed the tablet back to the secretary, clapped his hands, turned around and gave the girl a kind smile.

　“History won’t remember losers,” his voice blended with the sound of the rain, seeming to come from far away, “but history will remember us, the pilots of this great ship of civilization.”

　The old man turned and left the sea cliff. The secretary trotted after him, smiling and saying some compliments. The guards on both sides followed them in step.

　Finally, the girl was the only one left on the cliff. She faced the sea and quietly watched the black smoke on the sea.

　She waited until the strong wind blew away the black smoke, her gaze fixed on the location of Black Stone Island.

　——There is nothing there.

　Haidu.

　Perlis opened her eyes, and a faint blue light flowed through the city beneath her feet.

　During this short break, she once again recalled her experience with Laplace.

　"The Rain on Blackstone Island" is how the history books record the event. The Duke of Ilos, who attempted to rebel, was completely wiped out by Laplace von Valantia. The island sank from then on, taking with it all the residents of the fiefdom.

　The ambitious Duke of Ilos spent decades cultivating his position, climbing the ranks of the cabinet, but ultimately became a mere chapter in history.

　History is written by the victors.

　Dictators will do anything to maintain their rule.

　In order to maintain his rule, Odin Sharma destroyed the entire starship's transportation hub, which not only affected the engine area, but also paralyzed the entire super city on the upper deck.

　He is a madman who will do anything to keep the situation under his control.

　It is because of the existence of such people that the String Painter is shaped and born from the river of concepts.

　"Carly, what's going on now?" asked Perlis.