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

"Are you happy?" Xing Mo was confused.

"Go ahead, everything is fine with me." Isis lowered her head slightly.

"Oh, what about us?"

Aurora smiled softly, stood up, and pointed at Isis:

"We'll implant a curse in you and make you sick!"

Xing Mo: “…?”

Isis: Σ(⊙▽⊙)?

"You...what do you mean?" Isis was a little flustered. Obviously, she had a severe trauma syndrome caused by the "curse".

"During the 'God's Chosen Meeting', the general who drove the ship will definitely appear at the venue, right?" Aurora said.

"Yes...that's right..."

"Now that he's here, we don't have to look for him anymore, right?"

"right..."

"So, if someone at the venue suddenly gets sick, will they need a doctor?"

Aurora put her hands on her hips and looked at Xingmo.

Xing Mo immediately understood what the little ancestor meant:

Currently, in the entire New Galo, only "Dr. Jiedeti" can treat nightmare syndrome. At present, "nightmare syndrome" is considered to be "extremely contagious" and difficult to cure once infected.

Imagine that all the people at the "God's Chosen Meeting" are important figures in the empire's upper echelons. If something suddenly happens to one of the "Chosen Ones", won't they be panicked to death?

At this time, Dr. Jiedeti, who has made a name for herself in New Galo, can come on the scene.

At that time, Xingmo will be able to enter the "Sky Garden" with full justification and stand in front of the "Ocean Archon".

After that, she had a lot more room to maneuver.

"The only problem is that the little doll might briefly relive the dark nightmare from before," Aurora looked at Isis. "So, we'll have to see if you can accept it."

"Back to that black nightmare..."

Isis pursed her lips slightly and clenched her fists lightly.

Four days ago, her mind had been sinking into endless darkness, while her body was sealed deep within the castle, like an abandoned doll.

Even earlier, she walked in the giant structure of the Sky Garden and lived a "stable life" as she wished, and even became a character with a seat in the "God's Chosen Council".

She is a puppet, and the reason she is in that position is because someone needs her to be a pawn.

A chess piece falls on "great cause".

And now, Isis finally woke up and escaped from that black nightmare.

But she found that she did not continue to pursue the ideal "stability", but began to slide towards the abyss called "turbulence".

Perhaps, there is no stability that can be given by others.

Children born in alleys can only rely on their own hands to obtain their own stability.

"I'm fine," Isis said firmly.

"You are very brave, Miss Isis. I know how much courage it takes to make this decision." Xingmo nodded.

Isis pursed her lips and whispered:

"I met the Supreme Praiser this morning."

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Xing Mo asked hurriedly.

"No...but I still ran away from him..."

Isis clenched her fists, her eyes flickering.

The next second, she raised her head and smiled at Xing Mo:

"That won't happen this time."

......

After leaving the castle, Xingmo and Aurora returned to their sea-facing residence to prepare for the next action.

As soon as she entered the room, Aurora dived into the sofa and rolled over on it.

"I'm so tired, so tired, so tired. We have to stay home."

"Do you want to stay at home? You want to eat." Xing Mo hung her bag at the door and changed into slippers.

"Hey, hey, you might be the saint who knows the gods best in history."

Aurora rolled twice more, then sat up straight with her feet raised.

"So, do you think those poets will be useful?"

Isis has told the Poets' Guild the entire story of Letts Agomont and asked them to write poetry to promote this "deal with the devil."

"Who knows?" Xing Mo muttered. "You know, the voice of literary and artistic creators is actually very weak. Even if those things are written into poetry, most of the time they will be considered as fabricated stories."

"However, poetry is indeed a more subtle medium, and perhaps this is also a way to avoid being banned as a mouthpiece."

"Furthermore, since Isis has spread this information, it's difficult for the Hanging Gardens to take action against her. After all, this essentially confirms her claims that the Gardens used poetry to spread the curse."

"How rigorous," Aurora yawned. "If only she had done this from the beginning, it would have been great."

"She was too kind," Xingmo sighed, "she thought she could save a creature with the same suffering as her, or perhaps she mistakenly believed that people like Letes were the same kind as her."

The empathy between those who express it is really hard to understand the logic behind it.

If people are under absolutely rational circumstances, they must prioritize their own safety before considering changing others.

However, perhaps there are a group of people in this world who are not rational enough, but not emotional enough.

So they struggle, sliding on the edge of the abyss with that half chance.

"Come to think of it, you really are bringing people into the Holy Tree Cult wherever you go," Xing Mo frowned. "This is the first time I've seen a god preach to himself."

"You talk as if you've seen countless gods~" Aurora complained.

"It's because I haven't seen it before. What kind of god would yell at his followers to cook for him every day?"

"That's because they don't know how to enjoy themselves. The food is so delicious~" Aurora stuck out her tongue.

At this moment, a weak vibration came from the door, accompanied by ripples in the space.

Xing Mo turned her head to look at the door of her house, and saw the stars of the "White Flame Constellation" moving rapidly above the door, and a faint white light was emitted from the crack of the door.

Then, Miss Perlis opened the door and walked into Xingmo's house.

The moment she saw her sister, Aurora immediately jumped up from the sofa and stood obediently beside Xingmo:

"Sister... why are you here?" Aurora forced a smile.

"I'm here to deliver something," Miss Perlis chuckled. "Miss Xingmo, your weapon is ready."

"Huh? We're actually arriving earlier than scheduled?" Xing Mo murmured, "Didn't you encounter any problems?"

"Surprisingly, Red Moon didn't interfere too much," Perlis nodded. "It seems he's still in a deep sleep."

Perlis walked up to Xingmo and raised her hand.

Dark power surged from her black hairband, interweaving into thin shadowy threads that weaved rapidly in the air.

The shadow quickly took shape, black light flowing around its edges, outlining the shape of a weapon.

Just like the Spine of Saint Auros, it was transformed from this black power...

With just the naked eye, Xing Mo could hardly observe what kind of "string" this power was in. It was neither a dark string nor a shadow string.

It can actually transform the Rib of God into other forms. This is a structure far more powerful than the "Super Deconstructor"...

Xing Mo pondered for a moment, and finally, driven by curiosity, she spoke:

"Ms. Perlis, what is this power called?"

She ignored Aurora gently tugging at her skirt—the little girl was clearly eager for her sister to withdraw her magical powers.

"'Engraved Ink'," Perlis said softly, "symbolizes the authority of 'creation'."

"It's actually creation..." Xing Mo murmured, "I mean, judging from the color, this is really an ominous power."

Perlis smiled lightly:

"In fact, authority resides in all things, including your 'strings,' which also contain natural authority."

“These pure concepts constitute the reality we live in and play different functions within it.”

"As for pure concepts, there is naturally no distinction between good and evil, nor is there any distinction between 'sacred' and 'ominous'."

"When faced with bandits invading our homeland, even if we use our weapons to 'destroy' them, that is an act of justice."

"And those ambitious men who built towers to rule over the earth, even if their actions were called 'creation,' it was an act of injustice."

As Perlis spoke, her bloodshot eyes, shimmering with starlight, stared at Xingmo:

"The power contained in this 'holy object' is not the wind, snow, or ice wielded by the 'Winter Messenger.' Over the long ages, his divinity has been corrupted, and only pure malice and curse remain."

"So, Miss Xingmo, when you control the power of the curse, how will you use it?"

With a light grab, Perlis immediately took shape and turned into a slender sword blade.

The sword blade is very thin, with the thickest part being about two centimeters and the overall length being less than fifteen centimeters. Complex patterns are engraved on the silver sword body.

The most amazing thing is the bottom of the sword blade - there is no entity there, but a mixture of reality and illusion. The silver-white metal turns into a faint black shadow, and dark red tentacle-like lines spread out from the end of the shadow, like squid tentacles.

"'Saint Nero's Rib'," Perlis introduced, "This is a 'Hidden Blade'."

Xingmo took the weapon forged from the rib of a god with awe. She carefully stroked the blade, feeling the texture between bone and metal.

Under Perlis's guidance, Xingmo put the hidden blade on the inside of her wrist. The shadow tentacles wrapped around her wrist the moment they touched it, causing a slight itchy sensation.

Xing Mo was stunned for a moment, then realized that those shadow tentacles were connected to her spirit.

She suddenly felt the presence of the Hidden Blade—as if the blade were part of her body.

With a thought, the silver sword blade was instantly retracted into the shadow of Xingmo's wrist, disappearing without a trace.

Another thought came to his mind, and the silver sword blade suddenly stabbed out from his wrist, accompanied by a black light that seemed to be able to tear apart space.

"This is too..." Xing Mo murmured.

She had never seen such a weapon!

"This is a true 'hidden weapon'. Most of the time, it can be hidden in the shadow of your sleeve, with no risk of being discovered."

Perlis calmly explained the power of "Saint Nero's Rib":

"Its blade exists in both the real world and the spirit world, so each strike can cause equal damage to the enemy's physical and spiritual bodies."

"It can tear apart the shadow and allow you to attach yourself to the shadow of a living being."

"It contains the power of the 'Dark String' domain. It can transform the stabbed target into your puppet through spiritual contamination. Based on a three-string wizard, this takes about five seconds."

"It can tear open the rift between reality and the spirit world, allowing you to travel through the spirit world. Compared to the displacement of the Spine of Saint Auros by destroying the structure of space and time, spirit walking is more stealthy and can travel longer distances."

"Its blade is imbued with the power of blasphemous pollution. You can use it to create a pollution effect similar to the 'Anti-Life Element', thus creating... um, you should call it 'Nightmare'."

Xing Mo's eyes lit up at the first few sentences, but as for the last one, she subconsciously waved her hand:

"I'd better not use the power of nightmare. Perhaps it's a bit too..."

"There is no right or wrong in any power," Perlis interrupted Xingmo, "Weapons cannot speak, but those who hold swords can."

"Ms. Xingmo, I'm looking forward to your performance."

After saying that, Perlis lowered her head and winked secretly at Aurora:

"By the way, Aurora, I also made something for you."

"Give it... to us?" Aurora was stunned.

Perlis snapped her fingers, and Aurora felt her hand sink. She looked down and found that a small bag had been held in her hand without her knowing.

She opened the small bag and found six long, thin bullets inside.

"This is..."

Aurora took out a bullet and examined it carefully.