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

　"It's not that simple. We need to reduce casualties. Besides, simple slaughter won't solve any problems." Xing Mo shook her head. "So, my plan is to support the descendants of August, who believe in the goddess, to ascend to power, and use this as a starting point to eliminate the disaster."

　Xing Mo chose to tell Xiao Ham the truth, because she suddenly realized that if she

　Incorporating forces into the friendly forces will be an excellent boost.

　After all, the fire dragons' demands were completely legitimate - Serena had corrupted the fire dragons, causing them to lose their minds and become irrational beasts.

　If the fire dragon becomes an ally, wouldn't this be a perfect opportunity to denounce it?

　""

　After hearing what Xingmo said, little Ham lowered his head slightly.

　"I don't trust humans," she whispered. "A greedy species, developing their civilization and becoming extremely centralized. The forests are being cut down, and even the wind blowing from the Caradorans Mountains is not as cold as it used to be..."

　The steam revolution, a revolution in productivity, was also a revolution in plunder.

　"No matter who comes to power, things will not change. The selfish gene is engraved in their blood, flowing from birth to death, from mother to child... it will never dry up..."

　"But I believe in you, my star."

　Little Ham raised his head and looked directly at Xingmo. His pupils narrowed, no longer emitting the terrifying spiritual pressure.

　"The Fire Dragon Clan has separated from the Ice Dragon Clan since ancient times. They follow the Dark Moon Dragon, but we have always been believers in the Star Sea Goddess."

　"Deep in your soul shines an ancient full moon. That light fascinates me, so it's natural for me to follow you."

　She lowered her head slightly towards Xingmo, which was the highest etiquette in the behavior of dragons.

　Even Xingmo was a little flattered.

　Aurora, standing beside her, puffed up her cheeks, and a dissatisfied voice echoed in Xingmo's mind:

　"Hey! That's too much! Is this a confession?"

　"It's not a confession at all. This...should be considered as me receiving a companion?"

　"What's the difference between this and confession?"

　"The relationship between a follower and a god...is it close to that between lovers?"

　"At least we feel close!"

　That's enough!

　Xingmo sighed, looking at Bahamut who lowered his head, she stretched out her hand...

　...gently rubbed the dragon's head.

　Little Ham raised his head in a daze, his eyes meeting Xingmo's emerald eyes.

　Then, she heard Xingmo whisper:

　"I came here to eliminate the evil spirits in the mountain."

　"Walk with me, and the black fog will dissipate."

　Hearing this, Little Ham's lips trembled slightly, and then he nodded:

　"it is good..."

　At this moment, she really looked like a little girl: her cheeks were slightly red, and tears dotted the corners of her eyes, sparkling with crystal light.

　Perhaps, she has really walked a long way alone.

　After that, Xingmo got a lot of information from Bahamut.

　For example, the Giant King's Court is currently in an absolutely closed state and is not open to any outsiders.

　For example, a strong spiritual pressure is constantly coming from the depths of the royal court.

　After roughly confirming the characteristics of the spiritual power, Xing Mo guessed that it was an extremely strong source of pollution.

　In other words, deep in the endless core of the earth, there really is a huge pollution complex.

　Could it be related to the Spear of Ivramis?

　In short, after successfully reaching a cooperative relationship with Bahamut, the elder of the Hell of Fire, Xingmo obtained the key to enter the royal court.

　She now has both the stick and the candy: whether it is Principal Merlin's letter or Bahamut's assistance, they are both ways to open the door to the royal court.

　Next, we will go to the royal court deep in the valley to hunt down the followers of the invisible mist.

　No matter where he was hiding, he was about to lose his last hiding place.

　But before that...Xingmo has to do something for his allies first.

　""

　It was already late at night when we returned to the train. By then, Aurora had repaired the entire bridge using the giant trees, making it completely suitable for trains to pass through.

　As she approached the train, Xingmo saw two familiar figures arguing - Chloe and Dominic.

　"Ah, Miss Shikoti, you're back."

　Chloe turned her head, and Xingmo noticed that she had an unhappy expression on her face.

　"What happened?" Xing Mo's eyes swept over the two of them.

　Chloe seemed to have found an outlet to vent her anger.

　"Come on, give us your verdict—this guy insisted the Fire Dragons retreated because they realized the New Party leader was sitting in the car, and that the Pegasus Knights were nothing compared to the Fire Dragons."

　Before Xing Mo could speak, little Ham said coldly:

　"If you're referring to those two knights performing the Starlight Acrobatics, they're really nothing."

　"You see, this lady understands the current situation very well!" Dominic smiled.

　"But what is the New Party? Where did these scum come from? Who noticed you?" Little Ham raised the corner of his mouth.

　"What did you say?" Dominic's expression changed immediately. "Little girl, I advise you to think carefully before you speak. Do you know your identity? Who are you?"

　"The elder of the Hell of Fire, Bahamut, the leader of the fire dragons."

　The smile on little Ham's face became more evil:

　"You two, have you had enough of playing house? Then, how about...having a chat with a real fire dragon as a leader?"

　Dominic: “?”

　Chloe: “?”

　Both of them turned their gazes to...Xing Mo beside them.

　What did you bring back?

　...EN

　D ...

Chapter 287: Forest of Rock - 4k - (Two updates in one)

　Hanging Gardens - Citadel Academi.

　On the altar of the Immortal Division, the old man in yellow robe was resting with his eyes closed, his old and thin face hidden in the shadows.

　The wind in the academy was too humid, which made him not very fond of going out.

　The pale blue string had illuminated him for a long time, and during that time, he often missed the scorching wind blowing from the Erulu Desert. In the nomadic people's genes, without that wind, it felt like something was missing.

　But if all this was arranged by the emperor, he would naturally obey.

　""

　In the quiet night, everything is silent, only the sound of flowing runes vibrates in the darkness, like the occasional chirping of cicadas in summer.

　Suddenly, a chill spread in the air and the old man opened his eyes.

　In the darkness, flames rose into the sky, and immortals walked out of the fire, holding spears in their hands.

　They appeared in front of the altar almost at the same time, because...

　“Bang…Bang…Bang…”

　The sound of armor walking on the ground.

　The icy air grew stronger, as if the cold wind from the Karadorans Mountains had suddenly descended upon this place, and even a thin layer of ice had formed on the ground.

　Everyone stared at the darkness ahead, listening to the footsteps getting closer.

　Then, a flash of ice-blue flame emerged.

　The flames quickly outlined a black armor - sharp edges and layers like dragon scales. Ice-blue flames flowed between the gaps, making a cold breath linger around him.

　Finally, a pair of ice-blue vertical pupils opened, and spiritual pressure burst out, causing all the immortals to tremble.

　The jackals raised their spears and aimed at the sudden visitor, with golden flames rising from the tips of their spears.

　As the situation became tense, the sound of canes came from a distance.

　"The great Ancient Dragon Hunter's sudden visit is truly unexpected."

　The old man in yellow robe walked down from the altar, came to the side of the immortals, and confronted the ancient dragon that suddenly appeared.

　Gu Long stared at the old man silently for a while, then said:

　"Archives."

　"Are you here to check the archives? But we haven't received any news from the emperor..."

　The old man in yellow robe said in a businesslike tone:

　"I'm sorry, but even if you want to enter the archives..."

　The next second, ice-blue light exploded.

　Everything seemed to happen in an instant. An ice-blue arc passed by, and the long spear tore open the arms of three immortals, and then accurately pierced the head of an immortal. Blood and limbs flew into the sky.

　Even though the old man in yellow robe had accelerated his senses to the limit, by the time he finally caught up with the ancient dragon hunter's incredible speed, the long spear dragging icy flames was already coming towards him.

　All he could do was use his crutch to resist.

　"!"

　"boom----"

　When the spear collided with the crutch, ice flames burst out, compressing the air into a ring, and then suddenly exploded.

　The old man's legs were instantly bent into two strange angles. A clear sound of bones cracking was heard, and he landed on his hips, with blood splattering everywhere.

　But he blocked the blow.

　"...Mortal, I'm not asking."

　Gu Longshou gently pressed down the long spear, lowering the old man's body again, and the sound of bones breaking became louder and louder.

　"Open the door to the archives."

　"Do not."

　Even though his lower body was almost broken, the old man still stared at Gu Longshou with an expressionless face.

　"Immortal Secretary will not make the same mistake again."

　Previously, Ahmed, who was turned into a puppet, entered the Immortal Department and checked the files.

　That matter was not made clear until after the Treasury Heist - it turned out that even a figure of Archon Ahmed Tut's level could become a tool for enemy infiltration.

　The old man in yellow robe once took the initiative to ask the emperor for punishment, hoping to atone for his mistakes with his life.

　But the Golden King did not punish him.

　For this reason, even if he was facing an ancient dragon from the Court of Redemption, he would never give in.

　""

　Gu Longshou stared at the expressionless old man, his ice-blue vertical pupils flickering like two ghostly fires.

　"You blocked my attack, which would have saved you from offense. I'm sorry."

　The next second, the ice flames on his armor suddenly rose up, and icy air spread everywhere, stiffening the limbs of the jackals who tried to stand up.

　Just as the ancient dragon was about to finish off his prey, a calm voice sounded from behind him:

　"Let him investigate. The Ice Dragon has always been our friend."

　Everyone turned their heads and saw Ugaan Tukakankion walking quickly, his toga fluttering in the wind.