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

　"Excuse me, am I right?"

　As soon as Zarun spoke, everyone was in an uproar.

　None of the chosen ones spoke, but silently focused their gaze on Ahmed.

　""

　Ahmed sat down slowly at the table, folded his hands, and supported his chin:

　"You interrogated... the spirits of my soldiers?"

　"This is not an interrogation, but to seek justice for those dead soldiers..." said Zaruen.

　"Bullshit, you shameless bastard, how dare you involve my soldiers!"

　Ahmed suddenly roared, and with his anger, sparks seemed to fly out in the air.

　His body was outlined by blazing flames, and his eyes seemed to hold a dragon-like aura of power, causing Isis to shudder slightly.

　"Calm down, Ahmed," the thin woman said. "We must follow His teachings under His watchful eye."

　"They humiliated my soldiers!" Ahmed roared. "You are using dirty tricks against us, not the foreign enemy?"

　"If there is no war, we will have no external enemies." Zaruen said in a strong voice.

　"You vile weakling! Is it because the filthy blood of the Garo people has made it difficult for your brain to bear the weight of thought?" Ahmed slammed the table. "We are about to face pagans! Do you really think those evil people of the fog care about our lives?"

　"There's been a lack of research on the cursed fluid, so you can't confirm the consequences of dumping it into the ocean," Zaruen said calmly. "Judging from the well eruption, those monsters are uncontrollable. In other words, you intend to have the people of the sun fight alongside those uncontrollable evils?"

　"My soldiers will overcome all obstacles..." Ahmed hissed.

　At this time, the clerk beside him cleared his throat:

　"My apologies, Your Excellency Ahmed. Setting aside the question of whether uncontrollable curses should be used on the battlefield, how do you explain Miss Isis being manipulated by this dark power?"

　Ahmed took a deep breath, calmed down and said:

　"I'm not aware of that."

　"But you clearly admitted to using the curse in the war, even dumping it into the sea," the clerk's voice was soft. "Can I assume that you are attempting to manipulate... a ball of fire, something you are not proficient in?"

　Everyone looked at Ahmed in unison, and for a moment, Ahmed read the scrutiny in their eyes.

　It is obvious that Ahmed's actions were all his own decisions.

　His lack of knowledge of what happened to Isis meant that he had no involvement in the various experiments concerning the curse.

　And now that the emperor is staying indoors, the ones who have the greatest say are none other than the great sages and the supreme praisers.

　One of them is in the depths of the desert, and the other is not participating in this

　meeting.

　It was obvious that Ahmed had caused a big mess.

　So in this case, the most sensible decision for officials is, of course, not to make a decision.

　If I just entrust my position to a warrior like Ahmed, I will have no one to talk to if things go wrong.

　""

　Ahmed glanced around, his hands clenched into fists under the table.

　He suddenly felt angry - angry at the cowardice these so-called "chosen ones" showed in order to protect themselves.

　He never thought that the people of gold should sit in the courtyard, enjoying sweet fruits and fine wine. His people should fight in the desert and the sea, and implement the will of the scorching sun in every corner of the world.

　And they actually talked about logic and consequences in the war against infidels?

　"The Emperor said that we should advance by any means necessary, even embracing the oncoming sword."

　Ahmed's brows were furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

　"You should be ashamed of your cowardice! You emerged from the desert wearing the cloak of civilization, but you have lost the fangs that we rely on for survival!"

　"We have the most peaceful land in the world, Your Excellency the Archon," Zaruun said, "so why do we want to turn the world upside down?"

　"Shut up, bug, you're not cooperating with me."

　Ahmed stood up again and snapped his fingers. A flame rose from the center of the round table and burned in the air.

　The flames quickly outlined a golden circle, and the light dripped onto the center of the round table like running water, lighting up the patterns on the table.

　The patterns depicted images of the sun, stars, and moon, projecting a variety of chaotic inscriptions above the table, slowly rotating around the sun in the center of the table.

　Ahmed took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then spoke devoutly:

　“I prayed to God for guidance, for a way forward.”

　"I bathe in the sun's rays and pray to the First One to cleanse my soul."

　Then, everyone at the round table stood up and solemnly spoke to the sun in the center of the table:

　"We are God's chosen ones, and we follow God's teachings."

　"Look upon us, Golden Sun."

　As the chosen ones swore their oaths, the golden ring in the center of the table suddenly burst into flames and instantly reached the height of the roof of the lake courtyard.

　At this time, Ahmed, who had convened the meeting, stepped forward and raised his badge towards the sun:

　"I request divine revelation! Please grant the Empire the right to expand my fleet, and allow me to forge a sword from the scorching iron of the scorching sands, and plunge it into the hearts of the Goddess's followers!"

　"Please guide me! The golden sun! The original Yi! The noble primordial sun god!"

　After saying this, Ahmed threw the two God-chosen Badges into the sun wheel in the center of the table.

　The two badges burst into flames the moment they touched the table, and illusory flames surged out in layers, forming a prominence-like substance.

　From this moment on, the voting phase of the Chosen Council began.

　The rules are very simple: all the chosen ones throw their badges in to determine the will of the gods.

　Ahmed obviously realized that continuing the argument would only be disadvantageous to him, so he prepared to use the badge of the great sage as a bet and start the vote directly.

　""

　Looking at the sun in the center of the table, Isis held her breath.

　The best-case scenario is this: the Chosen Ones refuse to approve Ahmed's proposal, and the matter comes to nothing.

　Otherwise, Isis will send out a signal, activating the curse in her body and letting the nightmare come upon her.

　If it was the former, Miss Jaditi would not have to take the huge risk of entering the Hanging Gardens to assassinate Ahmed.

　As long as Ahmed is unable to expand his military, given the current state of the Golden Fleet, he poses basically no threat.

　""

　At the round table, the chosen ones looked at the sun with solemn expressions.

　However, no one threw the badge in their hands.

　Ahmed's lack of control was revealed in his rage just now. They were naturally unwilling to have their wisdom denied without any basis just for some "ancient tradition".

　The Golden People are warlike and bloodthirsty by nature, but they do not believe they should continue to have those characteristics.

　""

　Ahmed looked left and right, and began to sweat profusely.

　He clenched his fists tightly, and the flames in his pupils seemed to be about to burst out, but they were like a spark in the open air, unable to find a medium to spread.

　Isis held her breath, waiting for the meeting to end.

　But at this moment, the sound of burning fire came from the other end of the round table:

　"I agree."

　Everyone's eyes focused on the source of the sound: they saw a ball of fire suddenly shot up from behind the table, burning fiercely, outlining a human figure.

　He is the Supreme Praiser.

　He arrived late, but the moment he appeared, he brought with him a sacred and inviolable pressure, instantly making everyone present subconsciously lower their heads:

　"Mr. Praiser..."

　"...grown ups..."

　"...Oh...the Great Praiser."

　But the Supreme Praiser did not respond to anyone. He looked directly at Ahmed, his eye sockets behind the jackal mask flickering like will-o'-the-wisp:

　"Your attitude makes me feel very

　Interesting, let's see what kind of big fish you can catch."

　After saying that, he did something that shocked everyone—

　——He threw out his God’s Chosen Badge!

　The badge fell into the golden halo and was instantly engulfed by the flames, turning into discrete golden light.

　Oh no...Isis's eyes were slightly stunned.

　The weight of the Praiser in the Council of God's Chosen Ones is currently at the same level as that of the Great Sage!

　That is to say, when he makes a choice, many people will follow him and make the same choice in order to show their submission!

　Isis suddenly realized what she should say, but when her eyes met the Supreme Praiser, her whole body suddenly trembled.

　The shadow of the jackal seemed to be lurking behind her again:

　"...Don't resist..."

　Isis gritted her teeth, broke free from the shadows, and shouted:

　"You mean to say that you approve of Ahmed's use of blasphemous power?"

　"You are the one who praises the sun! That evil god is blaspheming the people of the sun!"

　Looking directly at the angry Isis, the Supreme Praiser spoke calmly:

　"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I'm not prepared to take responsibility for it, nor do I believe the power of the Invisible Mist is uncontrollable."

　"What do you mean..."

　"All of this was a fatal mistake made by the Great Sage," the Supreme Praiser said coldly, throwing his chess piece away. "He was bewitched by an abnormal god and used a curse to reshape you. He is also the culprit behind the Deep Well eruption."

　"He has now been imprisoned deep in the desert for his crimes and will not harm anyone. The power of the cursed fluid is now back under our control."

　They actually used the Great Sage as a shield?! Isis was stunned, and then she recalled the days when she became an architect.

　Indeed, most of the time she worked with the Great Sage to design the Hanging Gardens!

　The Supreme Praiser always hides behind the scenes, so he can easily get rid of all the blame!

　According to Miss Jie Daiti's intelligence, the Great Sage is currently deep in the desert. He can take the blame for anything without being found out in the short term...

　"Which abnormal god bewitched him?" asked the thin lady.

　"It was the Pale Angel," the Supreme Praiser's voice remained calm. "He contaminated both Letes Agomont and one of our Immortals. This can be found in recent archives. The evidence is conclusive."

　"That's my impression." The clerk nodded.

　"But even if the curse power went out of control because of the Great Sage, it doesn't mean it's safe to use it!" Zaruen's tone became a little hesitant. "Everyone, think carefully, please..."

　"The curse has always been under our control," the Supreme Praiser remained emotionless. "Now, please make your choice."

　"If you support Ahmed in expanding the Golden Fleet, cast your badge."

　For a moment, all the chosen ones hesitated again.

　Isis did not hesitate any longer, but immediately repeated the name of the Tree of Life in her mind, signaling Miss Jiedeti to prepare to take action.

　Almost at the same time, a weak voice came from the corner of the table:

　"You...you're lying."

　Isis could hardly believe her ears. She turned her head and focused her gaze on the person who made the sound...

　...and saw the face of Letes Argomont.

　"You... are lying!" Lights' voice suddenly became firmer. "The curse... has always been in your hands!"

Chapter 224 Stranded Fish (Part 10) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　When Isis saw Letes speak again, her eyes suddenly became dazed.