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

　Looking at Xingmo's eyes, Aurora puffed up her cheeks slightly:

　"What evil thoughts are you thinking again!"

　"No, no," Xingmo turned and looked at the sandstorm, "Okay, it's time to use the key."

　"Humph..."

　Aurora turned her head away, acting awkwardly to herself for a moment, then hurriedly spread out the paper.

　She wrote down the key she stole from the crystal vault on a piece of paper so it would be easier to read.

　This is a poem composed of Sand Song and Common Speech, divided into the first and second halves.

　The upper part is composed of Sandsong text, while the lower part is the Common Speech.

　"How do we open this lock?" A head leaned forward like a star. "Just sing to the sandstorm?"

　"The Golden King is not that casual." Aurora said.

　"Hmm... I initially thought there would be an inscription or something..."

　Xingmo lowered his head and thought:

　"Shouldn't barriers and the like have a stone tablet or something with fixed coordinates? That way, the string magic circle can be engraved on it."

　"The Golden King did so," Aurora said, "but he didn't carve the string magic circle onto the stone tablet."

　"Where is that moment?"

　"He carved the string magic circle into this world."

　Aurora whispered, waving her hand and letting the piece of paper with the poem float in front of her.

　"All string magic will leave traces on this world. Ultimately, it's just a way of using nature, no different from primitive people drilling wood to make fire."

　"Whether it's the branches used to make fire or the embers left after burning, they have already changed the world."

　Aurora stretched out her hand, groping in the air like a blind person in the dark night.

　“Every change leaves a trace.”

　Suddenly, she grabbed something in the air.

　Xing Mo took a closer look and saw that the eight tangled strings were held in Aurora's hand!

　Those strings are infinitely long, and their interlaced posture is like the sharp angle where two vertices collide, extending infinitely up, down, left and right.

　From this angle, the strings look like a keyhole in the sandstorm barrier.

　"He used strings to weave the keyhole..." Xingmo murmured.

　Should we say that he has a rich imagination?

　"The strings are just the skeleton, the lock's first layer of security," Aurora said softly. "The keyhole needs to be woven, and weaving it requires the language of sand."

　After saying that, Aurora whispered something incomprehensible into the keyhole.

　Xingmo knew that it was the Song of Sand.

　It was difficult for Xingmo to utilize that kind of power, let alone understand its meaning.

　But for Aurora, knowing that kind of power seemed to have no threshold or limit.

　The girl sang softly, her ethereal and beautiful voice seemed to ignore the noise of the sandstorm and echoed on the sand dunes.

　Specks of golden quicksand emerged from beneath Aurora's feet, swirling around her body and causing her to float slightly.

　The quicksand grew slowly along the eight woven strings, forming intricate and beautiful patterns bit by bit, and soon formed a keyhole suspended in the air.

　The lock has reappeared, woven from golden quicksand.

　Staring at the lock, Aurora said:

　"Next, it's the key to the lock. I'll leave this part to you."

　As he spoke, the piece of paper floated in front of Xingmo.

　Xingmo grabbed the paper, glanced at the poem, and read it silently first.

　In the field of mysticism, the power of language as a vehicle for ritual is immense, and a single wrong note can lead to irreversible consequences.

　After making sure that he had read it thoroughly, Xingmo raised his head and stared directly at the quicksand keyhole in mid-air.

　She released her spiritual power, fully contacting and merging it with the spiritual power field of the keyhole.

　Then, Xingmochu began to compose a poem that served as a key:

　"The starry sky that blesses the earth has always had two suns, each illuminating two paths;"

　"The earthly path, and the divine path."

　"At that time, one sun extinguished the other;"

　"The sword and the cross were both held in one hand." (Note 1)

　As she chanted, golden quicksand appeared out of thin air, shaping her spiritual power.

　Xing Mo could feel that his spiritual power was changing - it was being shaped by an invisible force, like a sword blank on a forging table, being repeatedly shaped by an iron hammer.

　The shaping process caused her spirit to tremble repeatedly, and at the same time, a faint golden light was quickly outlined in the air.

　The shape of a key gradually emerged.

　"Open, Tomb of the Fallen God," Aurora whispered. "Your life is gone, but your spirit lives on."

　After saying that, she pushed gently, and the key was embedded in the lock, and turned it -

　"Buzzing—"

　Complex golden lines quickly spread in all directions, outlining a strange totem.

　The space seemed to be distorted all of a sudden, like a bottle with thin ends and a fat middle, distorting the sandstorm scenery.

　Then, the distortion suddenly tore a crack.

　This crack seems to have opened directly above the space, but it has a certain overlap with the background, and does not seem to belong to this world.

　"The door is open, we can enter."

　After that, Aurora extended her hand towards Xingmo:

　"Let me ask you this seriously, are you nervous?"

　Xing Mo looked directly into Aurora's blood-red eyes - she had to admit, she was indeed very serious, her eyes were no longer as off-color as usual, but very sharp.

　"Therein lies the truth that could turn someone into something like Thoth Ibrahim. Once you become a demigod, you'll truly begin to experience the madness that comes with being extraordinary."

　"If you're scared, I can go in alone. After all, I can handle the truth. Leave the rest to me."

　Faced with Aurora's series of questions, Xingmo was stunned.

　At this moment, she felt more and more that the crack in front of her was like a "door".

　Before she passed through that door, she belonged to the mortal world.

　The Saint level is the pinnacle of mortals. She is at the top of the food chain and can live a good life no matter where she is.

　As for the so-called "truth of Genesis" and the Court of Redemption, they will still be far away from her.

　If the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up. Principal Merlin is still alive and well. He is a demigod who has lived for who knows how long.

　And once passing through that door, Xingmo no longer belongs to the mortal world.

　She would look directly upon the bones of a god who had once symbolized the sun and the madness of the final days of the Age of the Gods, when the gods danced in disorder.

　She would become a demigod, and would be completely plunged into the years of battling madness from which she would never be able to escape.

　At the same time, she will be sitting at the same gambling table with the likes of the Golden King.

　No matter how great things Xingmo had done before, no matter what kind of people Xingmo had met before, no matter what achievements she had made.

　Until you cross this door, it's all child's play.

　And after crossing this door, nothing will matter.

　After becoming a demigod and gaining the qualification to know the ultimate secrets, she will truly become a "player" of this game rather than a "chess piece."

　This means upgrading, and upgrading is always based on loss.

　What will the price be?

　""

　From the very beginning, what Xingmo longed for was protection: to protect the academy and to protect those who were still by her side.

　Because she had lost something, she knew how precious it was to have it.

　And deep in her memory, there is still a figure imprinted.

　The figure kneeling in the center of the room, maintaining the star stream vision until death...

　"Let's go."

　Xingmo smiled gently at Aurora and walked towards the threshold calmly.

　Before she could take a few steps, her hand was grabbed——

　"Have you forgotten? Before doing something like this, you should pray to the gods first."

　Xingmo turned her head and met Aurora's blood-red eyes.

　Even though the tone was very light, Xingmo saw all kinds of intertwined emotions in those eyes.

　There is worry, relief, and even... pity.

　"God? Which god?"

　Xing Mo smiled faintly:

　"The one who took longer, or the one who took shorter?"

　"Anyway, she's not the one you've already desecrated~" Aurora smiled brightly.

　"Yes... I am also considered a blasphemer of the goddess... no... the gods."

　Xingmo raised his head and looked at the sand barrier, imagining the skeleton of the god lying in the sand.

　Then, she clasped her hands together and murmured devoutly:

　"Then, O tree of life, part the sea of ​​sand and make plain my path."

　Then she stepped forward and passed through the crack first.

　...END...

　Note 1: Adapted from Dante's Divine Comedy.

Chapter 248 You Shall See the Stars

　"Rose, help me prepare my evening gown. Use the accessories that Margaret bought me a few days ago, and the perfume as usual."

　"Good lady."

　Rose the seamstress bowed deeply to Diana, who was standing in front of the dressing table, and left the room.

　In a corner of the room, Alice was leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest.

　Diana glanced at Alice in the mirror and, busy braiding her hair, whispered:

　"Alice, Alice, how many times do I have to tell you to give up?"

　"I don't want you to come to dinner tonight," said Alice. "It's not safe there."

　Tonight, a dinner hosted by the Imperial Ambassador Scarab at Maple Leaf Palace invited most of the dignitaries of the Citadel, including many people from the White Tower Council.

　Since obtaining the Storm Beacon, the morale of the Citadel has been increasing. The council has even begun to discuss launching a preemptive attack on the Empire and destroying their Golden Fleet, which has long been disorganized.

　But most people are sighing, lamenting the hard-won peace.

　The people of Faro have undergone many changes during the war, and it can be said that they have not had a good life.

　During the days when the city nearly fell into the abyss of war, most people were in a state of nervousness.

　Now that the Imperials have taken the initiative to show goodwill, the vast majority of people react with relief.

　"The Pushet family holds an important seat in the White Tower Council," Diana said, braiding her hair. "Appearing isn't a matter of wanting to, it's an obligation."

　'But it's certainly not safe there,' said Alice. 'Believe me, Mother, would I ever lie to you?'