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

　For a moment, she seemed to flash back to the scene of herself falling from the edge of the terrace.

　At that moment, Isis saw the shadow behind Letes—the shadow of the jackal, dark, with flames outlined in its eye sockets.

　She thought she would never be able to escape that shadow, but now she is free.

　She also thought that Letes would never be able to escape that shadow and that he had been corrupted.

　however--

　"The curse has always been controlled by you..."

　"You...you bewitched me...bewitched...Isis..."

　"You bewitched me into doing those...dirty things...and forced me to..."

　Leiters's expression was contorted, and he could be seen almost twitching as he spoke the words.

　The Supreme Praiser looked coldly at the timid so-called artist, and the flames behind his eye sockets flashed twice.

　Then he whispered:

　"You mean you admit that it was you who pushed Isis Elebella off the edge of the terrace?"

　"I... no, no..." Lights' eyes were confused for a moment, "I was forced, I..."

　The next second, his pupils flashed, and the things reflected in the lens kept changing.

　Dilapidated houses, sewage on the roadside, and manuscripts scattered in the mud.

　"...Are you going to abandon? What you deserve..." The jackal's voice lingered in Letes' ears.

　"No...I shouldn't...I don't want to..."

　"Do you like the eye rolls? Do you like the rocks they throw at you?

　Do you like the way she looks at you like you're garbage?

　"No... No..."

　Leites held his head, his eyes wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

　Seeing this, Isis quickly stood up and shouted:

　"...Lets, don't let him control you anymore!"

　She stared at the man she hated, and a glimmer of hope for him ignited in her heart.

　Even once...

　“Think about it, what was your motivation for creating this work in the first place?”

　Isis's voice was very soft, as if she was not facing an enemy, but a lost child.

　Lights' pupils trembled, his body twitched continuously, and the light on his lens flickered.

　"I...ahem...yes..."

　Letes covered his face so that no one could see his expression.

　The entire table was staring at him, looking at the artist who had suddenly gone mad, and thinking about what he had just said.

　Is the curse really in the hands of the Supreme Praiser? Is he really secretly plotting and manipulating Isis and Letes?

　If Isis and Letes were two of his pawns to be revealed...

　...Then how many people in the God's Chosen Council truly act according to their own will?

　For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire meeting became a little subtle.

　The chosen ones looked at each other with vigilant eyes, like jackals guarding their food alone.

　Just as they were suspicious of each other, a loud laugh was heard:

　"Hahahahaha! What do you create for? For the money, of course—la!"

　Leites suddenly jumped up and looked at Isis with a ferocious expression, his distorted face turning into a smile:

　"Don't twist it! I wasn't cursed enough to push you off the terrace!"

　"You have been bewitched by the Great Sage and are here to kill me!"

　"You almost killed me! I was acting in self-defense! Defense!"

　Lights's gaze swept across the table and finally stopped on the face of the Supreme Praiser.

　He suddenly became tearful again:

　"Wuwuwu, I'm sorry, great eulogist, I misunderstood you just now... I just realized it now... It turns out that all this is the fault of the great sage..."

　The eulogist did not answer, and Leites immediately turned to look at Isis:

　"You! You are the ridiculous puppet who has been manipulated by fate!"

　When he roared, there was no light in his pupils, like a pair of dull glass beads.

　Isis knew that his will was completely dominated by the curse.

　Two lines of tears streamed down his cheeks, adding a touch of sadness to his playful smile.

　Did he compromise with the devil?

　""

　Isis closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

　Perhaps, under the crushing pressure of the extraordinary level, even the strongest will be torn into pieces.

　But at least, the last ray of light in Wright's heart bought enough time.

　He held the chosen ones back, temporarily trapping them in a chain of suspicion without them voting.

　And it is this time that is enough for the curse of the Tree of Life to take effect!

　"Uh...you..."

　Isis pretended to be very angry with Letes and began to shake her body.

　In fact, she didn't need to disguise herself. As the black gas gradually poured out of her chest, she felt that her body was rapidly losing control.

　The curse once again enveloped her!

　"thump."

　Isis fell to the ground, her eyes closed, her body twitching.

　At the same time, black gas gushed out of her body and suddenly lingered above the pavilion in the lake!

　"It's a curse!" exclaimed the clerk.

　"She passed through the Gate of Flame! Why is she still carrying the curse?" The thin woman turned pale.

　"She's an assassin!"

　"No! If she carries malice, she won't be able to pass through the Flame Gate!" Zaruen was a little panicked. "What should we do now? Should we..."

　As everyone panicked, an iron hand slammed down on the table—

　"Quiet!"

　Everyone suddenly fell silent—an increasingly frightening flame burned in the eyes of the Supreme Praiser, and a terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from his body.

　"The curse is contagious. Evacuate immediately. The meeting will be held another day."

　"Leave this to me."

　As soon as he finished speaking, all the chosen ones immediately stood up and ran towards the pavilion in the lake as if they were running for their lives.

　Obviously, no one wants to be cursed.

　Although it is still unclear what the current situation is, they know that whether there is a war or not, their lives are the most important.

　Ahmed stretched out his hand, and two badges of God's Chosen flew out from the blazing sun in the center of the table and fell into his hand.

　He glanced at the sun with a hint of reluctance, then flicked his cloak and turned away.

　""

　Soon, the only ones left in the pavilion were the Supreme Praiser and Isis lying on the ground.

　The jackal took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, and reached into the black air that was erupting.

　Then, he tore it violently, creating a crack in space that looked like molten gold.

　In an instant, flames erupted from all around him, and pitch-black colors covered the sky and the earth.

　Last time, he failed to catch the culprit who invaded Lights' dream.

　This time, he would not let the culprit escape.

　"Sizzle..."

　The darkness of the dream continued to extend in all directions, suddenly filling the sky and the earth.

　Then, the faint sound of sea water was heard, and the dark horizon began to shake gradually, eventually turning into waves.

　The Supreme Praiser found himself standing in the very center of the waves.

　The black ink in the sky gradually turned into the outline of a thundercloud, and bursts of lightning flashed and lit up like thin silver snakes.

　This is a dream about storms and the sea.

　The next second, a huge tentacle broke out from under the waves and suddenly pierced through the sky and earth.

　The Supreme Praiser swung his fist violently, and flames burst out, instantly tearing a huge hole in the tentacle.

　Then, the third and fourth tentacles emerged from beneath the dark sea and rushed straight into the clouds.

　The Supreme Praiser was immediately restrained by the surging spiritual pressure and his eyes dropped slightly.

　He could sense something right below him.

　That is the master of storms and the sea, and the culprit that has repeatedly polluted New Garo recently.

　That is--

　"...Pale Angel..."

　Ring City Gate - New Galo

　"Is everything alright? Okay, you're welcome."

　Xingmo sat behind a desk in a small tent and waved to the recovered soldiers with a smile.

　"Let me count, this is the third one today, um..."

　Xingmo opened the book and wrote down something.

　At this moment, Aurora, who had been dozing beside her, suddenly opened her eyes and whispered:

　"Okay, we've dealt with the Supreme Praiser."

　"Did he really fall asleep?" Xing Mo whispered without turning her head.

　"Yes, he was very alert and realized that the source of the curse might be abnormal." Aurora covered her mouth and chuckled. "Thanks to him, we saved some energy."

　"What do you mean?"

　"Don't they have a Flame Gate? It can filter out all malicious forces and detect all kinds of pollution."

　"In order to conceal it from that door, I deliberately entered the dream world to suppress the expansion of the curse and make it as close to non-existence as possible."

　"But guess what? That door isn't curse-proof at all!"

　"Huh?" Xingmo turned to look at Aurora, who looked upset. "Why not defend yourself?"

　"I was confused at first, wondering how it could be so simple," Aurora couldn't help laughing. "Then, through Miss Isis's perspective, I realized that guy had removed the door's resistance to the curse in order to cast it on himself!"

　"He wants to manipulate the situation at the God's Chosen Meeting, so he has to rely on the power of the curse!"

　Hearing this, Xingmo couldn't help but roll her eyes.

　Good man...he is really playing with fire and getting burned.

　"What happened next?" Xing Mo asked.

　"What happened next? We turned our previous encounter with the pale angel into a dream, and it just happened to match the trap we set for the great artist in his dream~"

　Aurora smiled brightly: