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

　However, she was now certain that while the goddess was almost pathologically adjusting everything to the precise track, Serena could not be the unexpected factor.

　How can a broken angel escape from the chessboard of fate?

　That being the case, everything that follows becomes clear.

　"Since the Golden Bough is the String of Fate, then using the String of Fate should also be able to open the door to the Kingdom of God."

　Xingmo stood up, twirled his wand, and cleared his mind.

　"No need to think too much about what's coming next."

　Go deep into the mist and use the String of Fate to open the gate.

　Everything that happens next is left to fate.

　In the absence of intelligence, Xingmo felt for the first time the helplessness of being pushed by fate.

　Is this why Professor Merlin has such an attitude towards the inevitable fall of the Citadel...

　Perhaps, over the past thousand years, he has tried countless times to defy fate, but in the end, he always ended up with the same fate...

　The tide of fate will surely destroy everything.

　...END...

Chapter 342 The Heartless

　Ruins of the town of Akassina - Border of the Kingdom of Messina

　A woman in a white dress and a top hat strolled down the street, her face half hidden in the shadows.

　A pen was floating beside her, constantly writing something on a piece of paper.

　The outline of the town has almost been wiped out, and only some ruins can barely make out the appearance of the houses. A rift is engraved on the earth like a scar.

　This is indeed Scar.

　The woman leaned over at the street corner and gently touched the ground with her hand, feeling the remnants of the spiritual energy from that night.

　Yes, the White Angel came here that night for a secret hidden deep within the small town of Akashina.

　That secret is the reward promised to her by the Court of Redemption. After she receives this reward, she will willingly become a Star Caller and fulfill the angel's long-cherished wish.

　"The trajectory of the Frozen family eventually returned to the Kingdom of Messina."

　The woman stood up, took off her dusty gloves and threw them aside.

　The glove burned in the air, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and flew away into the distance.

　Sadly, Rose Frozen will never return to the Citadel.

　The woman did not feel her breath. The catastrophe that her entire town of Akashina had suffered was not just a scar on the physical level, but even the memory deep in this world had been cleared.

　Everything, erased, no longer exists.

　Where did she go? The woman didn't know.

　It wasn't her job to figure it all out; she was a messenger.

　""

　The woman turned her head and saw that the letter paper floating in the air was already filled with words.

　She reached out and grabbed the piece of letter paper, folded it into the shape of an envelope, and then threw it into the air.

　"Return." She said in obscure language.

　The letter paper instantly shattered into pieces of glass.

　It disappeared in an instant and merged with the skylight.

　The woman looked back into the distance. Dark clouds were gathering in the sky and a storm was about to come at any time.

　It's time to go to the main story.

　Sky Garden.

　Golden King Ugaen was squatting in front of the Ice Dragon Cocoon, gently stroking the ice surface with his hand.

　At this moment, footsteps were heard behind him.

　""

　The old man lowered his head towards the emperor's back and whispered:

　"The whereabouts of the Day Angel Rose Frozen are unconfirmed."

　"So, Akashina Town does indeed hold a secret that could subvert this world..." Ugaen said softly, "We have to thank her for helping us figure this out."

　The emperor stood up and turned to look at the old man with a white beard at the bottom of the stairs:

　"What's the status of Isabella Ducep?"

　"She's still alive, and her golden body is being recast. It will recover soon," the old man said. "But do we really need a Star Caller like this? Her body is so broken... and we've regained the help of the Black Dragon Society..."

　"Would you discard firewood just because it's broken?" Ugaen said expressionlessly. "Burning is its only purpose."

　He walked slowly down the stairs, passed the old man, and came to the colonnade of the hall.

　At this time, the academic city of Academi was sleeping under a shroud of dark clouds. Strong winds were blowing from afar, and dark clouds gathered above the sky like mountains.

　The old man followed the emperor and gazed into the distance with him.

　"Emperor, the only one who can kill the White Angel Rose Frozen is an angel..."

　"It's not the one we know," said Ugaan, "then only that one remains."

　"she..."

　"Shh, don't say her name," Ugaen whispered, "If she can do this against the power of the Red Moon, we..."

　"...It's best to wait and see what happens."

　""

　The old man didn't say anything else. The emperor's judgment was always correct. He could see many things that ordinary people could not see, and his vision was always many steps faster than that of ordinary people.

　He bowed slightly, turned around and left the corridor.

　Ugaan walked alone to the edge of the colonnade and looked at the huge garden structure below.

　The people of gold are very brave. Even after arriving on the other side of the sea, the entire garden is still running in an orderly manner.

　The academic city gradually changed from the White Tower District to the territory of the empire. The streets became more lively and vitality was returning to the city.

　And soon, it will all be over...

　As long as I can use the long-sounding Star Sea Bell as an instrument and play the destined string...

　Then, neither the golden people nor any living being in this world will be bound by the flow anymore.

　Outskirts of the Primeval Forest - Messina Territory

　"The curse value is soaring, and soon...soon it will break through the threshold!"

　Cherry twitched her cat ears, stared blankly at the bronze meter on her hand, and pursed her lips slightly.

　In the distance, the outline of the primeval forest is becoming increasingly blurred, and the arc on the skyline is constantly twisting, as if it is about to extend into a new form.

　"General, what should we do?" Cherry looked at the minotaur beside her for help.

　Nepientes was folding his arms, also gazing at the outline of the forest, thinking.

　"I don't understand occultism, can you explain it to me?" he said.

　"Curse... You know the curse, right?" Cherry explained, "It's just..."

　"I know this, it's a strange black force that can kill people."

　"That's not the case," Cherry shook her head. "The curse is the opposite of life, a manifestation of memory in reality. The Mist God used that power that turned its back on life, using the memories accumulated deep within the world, to create monsters."

　"It means resurrecting dead things and letting them bite people," Nepenses nodded. "I understand."

　Although this guy's understanding is a bit weird, it doesn't seem to be a problem.

　Cherry exhaled, adjusted the meter, and continued to explain:

　"Generally speaking, even if a curse erupts, it will continue to spread. Although those curses are harmful to humans, their concentration cannot be increased. They will only remain at a level that is harmful to humans."

　"Isn't it scary if it's harmful to people?" asked Nepientsis.

　"It's scary, but not as scary as it would be if the concentration was higher."

　Cherry shook her head, recalling her teacher's teachings:

　"Black Heart, you know? That's the product formed when the curse reaches a certain level. It can carry an extremely high extraordinary capacity, even reaching the level of a demigod."

　"Yeah, I know. The Rangers have killed that kind of monster before," Nepenses said disdainfully. "You were there with that Earthwalker, weren't you? We bombarded it with alchemical cannons for two hours before I finally had the chance to chop off its head."

　"Remember," Cherry nodded briefly, "The concentration of the Black Heart curse is 100%. At that level, it's enough to create a terrifying monster."

　"So? There will be a lot of monsters with evil hearts coming out soon?" Nepense frowned.

　"more than."

　Cherry picked up the meter in her hand and showed it to Nepientis.

　At first glance, Nepsis discovered that the anti-life essence value on the table had reached 173.31%!

　Isn't this a bit too much?" The Bull Demon expressed astonishment.

　If 100% of them will give birth to black hearts, what about 173%?

　And while Nepenses was surprised, the value jumped up again.

　"Based on the real world's spiritual energy capacity and the density of anti-life essence..." Cherry lowered her head, "According to my calculations, the threshold of the curse is around 200%."

　"What will happen if we cross that threshold?" Nepenses began to take it seriously.

　"As mentioned earlier, a curse is essentially a replay of memory," Cherry said. "So, when the threshold exceeds the limits of reality..."

　"...reality will be overwritten."

　A calm voice came from behind, accompanied by a breeze.

　Cherry and Nepientsis turned around and saw a tall woman walking towards them. She was wearing a white dress, a top hat, and a monocle on her pretty face.

　The most striking thing is her ears - the outline of her ears is pointed, like a knife blade.

　Combined with her deep blue eyes... this is the symbol of the high dark elves.

　"Ms. Angela." "Teacher!"

　The two men's expressions suddenly became much more relaxed because of the woman's arrival, and they were obviously relieved.

　The woman smiled slightly, walked over to the two men, and looked at the forest in the distance with them.

　"Your Majesty asked me to deliver a message," she said, "but it seems that the situation this time is not so easy to resolve?"

　The Messengers are an elite unit directly under the command of King Emerald Seventeen of Messina.

　This secret force is composed entirely of high-level dark elves with strong ancient bloodlines, most of whom have extremely high social status in the Kingdom of Messina.

　The high-level dark elves possess extremely high control over the truth. Ever since the blue moonlight shone on the earth, they have been the descendants of the ancient dragon.

　They used words to command nature and convey instructions to the emperor.

　That is why they are called messengers.

　What they convey is absolute.

　"If the curse's concentration gets any higher, reality will be overwritten by the kingdom of memory," Ms. Angela took the meter from Cherry. "This is also what was recorded on the Slate of Truth: the coming of the Kingdom of God."

　"Will the Kingdom of the God of Mist really come?" Cherry's face turned pale. "Then... wouldn't that mean..."

　"This is unavoidable," Angela smiled slightly. "Everything written on the stone tablet cannot be wrong. All we can do is prepare according to those prophecies and minimize the kingdom's losses."

　"What those crazy witches said is actually true." Nepense muttered.

　"It's not shameful to obey fate, General," Angela smiled and nodded at Nepense. "We are all His slaves. The best we can do is to jump around on His stage for a while longer and at least avoid falling so miserably."

　Angela clapped her hands, and wizards in white robes came from behind her and headed towards the battlefield ahead.

　"When the Kingdom of God opens, the overwritten reality will sweep in," Ms. Angela whispered. "At that time, what we have to do is maintain the edge of the territory."

　"The Rangers will do their utmost!" Nepientis nodded.

　"Where is the saint? How long has she been in the forest?" Angela asked.