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

What is it that protects me? Is it a goddess?

No...the goddess never looks towards Beicheng...

"..."

On the other side, Xingmo flew out of the vortex, dragging the flaming feathers and hovering in the air.

She waved her wand, and fireballs appeared out of thin air, smashing towards the "Immortal" below.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

The fireball hit, then was absorbed, and turned into an even more violent fire storm that attacked Xingmo.

Xingmo dragged the feathers of light in the air and flashed, then fell from the sky.

As she fell, Xingmo played three strings of different colors in succession. When she landed, her wand was gleaming with golden and red light.

——Four-string magic, "Star Blade".

The moment the sharp blade condensed, Xingmo rushed forward suddenly, playing three or four fire strings along the way, creating sparks that moved forward with himself.

Seeing this, the Immortal swung his spear violently, first blocking a series of spark explosions, then held it horizontally to meet the wand that was coming from the star foam.

"clang--"

The light on the wand transformed into a golden sword the moment it struck the spear. The blade condensed with extremely high heat, instantly cutting a hole in the spear made of sand and stone.

"Four Strings?" The Immortal's tone turned playful. "Who are you?"

Xing Mo didn't answer. She pushed off the ground with both feet, and with a force, flames burst out from the "Star Blade" -

"boom--"

A golden light flashed, and the spear in the Immortal's hand broke.

Within a thousandth of a second, the "Immortal" subconsciously wanted to retreat to avoid Xingmo's next attack.

But at this moment, the shadow under his feet became thicker, and a black light cut through the shadow -

"Alia." Xingmo said lightly.

The petite figure tore through the shadows, and the dagger, condensed with black light, pierced through the Immortal's armor and pierced deep into his body:

"Varied..."

The eyes beneath the Immortal's mask narrowed as he felt his shadow being absorbed, along with the rapid loss of spiritual power.

The next second, he activated the spiritual power in his body and created a violent explosion with himself as the radius—

"boom--"

Alia and Xingmo pushed forward in different directions, and the heat wave that was coming towards them was about to engulf them and the workers around them.

At this time, a light green light descended from the sky, converging the roaring fire into a certain space.

The workers in the factory stared blankly at the scene in front of them. They had never seen such a miracle. From the beginning, the faint green light had been protecting them, and now it appeared directly in front of everyone.

This is the time... Xing Mo thought so, cleared his throat, and began to pray piously:

"Ah, the Tree of Life, the cradle of all creation."

"You are the origin, the bud, the seed of truth."

"You are the Lord of Dreams, the Taker, and the Mother of Disasters."

"I pray that you will protect the abandoned sheep and the creatures sleeping in the dream of suffering!"

Along with Xingmo's prayers, a light green aurora appeared in the sky like a goddess's skirt.

Those rays of light gathered together to form a giant tree, hanging high above the narwhal, towering over everyone's heads!

"Tree of Life."

"..."

Looking up at the giant tree in the sky, someone shouted:

"It's God! God has come to save us!"

The workers knelt on the ground and shouted for miracles.

That's God! No doubt about it! That's God!

His messengers have come to save us! Even after so long, they have come!

"..."

Xingmo's eyes swept over the kneeling crowd, and she noticed that Bianca and her companions were setting the pace - they were the first ones to shout.

It seems that the plan is going well... Xingmo cleared his throat and shouted:

"Stand up, don't kneel!"

"God has given you this opportunity! Now, it's up to you to break through the factory gate!"

After Xingmo finished speaking, he pressed the mark on his hand to send a signal.

Not far away, Alia took out a small bronze device from her waist - it was the button that she got from the head supervisor, which could release the "heart restraint device".

She pressed the button, and the workers only felt a "pop" sound at the back of their necks. Black gas spread out and was then shattered by the "Tree of Life" in the sky.

"Are we free...Are we free..." They murmured.

But the joy did not last long. The scorching storm in the factory open space had dissipated, and an "Immortal" in iron armor was standing there, with scorching flames spewing from the gaps in the armor.

At this moment, the eyes of the jackal mask were burning with brilliant gold, and the air around it was rippling.

The "Immortal" is about to use his true power!

"Your identity is not ordinary, who are you..."

The "Immortal" looked at Xingmo and suddenly noticed the glowing "Tree of Life" mark on the back of her hand.

"Let me think...ah...could you be the lamb of Mortiheim? You're just an abandoned piece of trash, and you managed to survive by chance?"

Hearing this, Xing Mo's heart tightened. It turned out that the Imperials had stabbed her in the back. Her and her mentor's guess was correct.

"Tell me your purpose..."

"There is no chance. Your body will be burned and your bones will turn into sparks." The flames around the "Immortal" became more and more vigorous.

Hearing this, Xing Mo curled the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly:

"Really? Do you want to look at the top of your head?"

An ethereal chirping sound came from above his head. The Immortal suddenly raised his head and his eyes narrowed.

At first glance, he saw a narwhal falling from the sky.

The second time, he saw the light in the narwhal's eyes -

——That was the "Tree of Life" totem made of green light.

"boom------"

The energetic narwhal broke free from its restraints and slammed the "Immortal" into the ground, shaking the entire factory.

Smoke and dust erupted in the sky, drowning everyone like a wave.

When the smoke cleared, Xingmo only saw the narwhal's huge head wriggling on the ground and a hand sticking out from its lower jaw.

That was the hand of the Immortal.

Xingmo raised her head and found Aurora on the beam at the top of the factory.

When her eyes met Aurora's, she stuck out her tongue and gave a mischievous smile.

This wicked little fellow...

......

6) Steam, Whale Song (Part 18)

Seeing that the "Immortal" had been dealt with, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the side.

Countless supervisors wearing wide robes and holding butcher knives swarmed over and surrounded Xing Mo and the workers beside him:

"Put down your wands!" a supervisor yelled at Xingmo, "You are trespassing! You..."

He subconsciously tried to push through the crowd and take Xingmo's wand, but he was pushed back by the crowd.

It was only after a while that the supervisor realized that the person who pushed him away was actually a worker.

Those workers used to be like zombies, walking unsteadily, but now they are full of vitality, and their eyes seem to be on fire on their dusty faces.

"Do you want to die? Do you want to go to the sea to feed the fish?" the supervisor yelled.

He was very angry, but subconsciously a little scared, just like a sheepdog being attacked by the flock, and then realizing that the use of his fangs was actually very limited.

At this moment, a burst of golden light came from the side——

"boom--"

The well-dressed Sir Derek Larsen fell to the ground. He struggled to get up and wanted to run towards the overseers, but was knocked down by the golden light again.

The supervisors all turned their eyes to the source of the golden light - they saw a middle-aged man in a black windbreaker waving a magic wand, with golden light flashing in his eyes.

"I'll ask you one last time!" Professor Lucius roared, "Who killed Miriam?"

"I don't know...I really..."

Derek scrambled towards the supervisor, but before he could take a few steps, another golden light exploded behind him.

"boom--"

He fell to the ground like a dog chewing mud. Before he could get up, Lucius pressed down on him and grabbed his hair.

"From now on, every time you say you don't know, your pretty face will kiss the ground," Lucius said quickly. "Come on, tell me! Say you don't know!"

"I...I...I really...don't..."

Before Sir Derek Larsen could finish his words, Lucius grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground, causing screams to be heard along with the sound of bones breaking.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me you don't know!"

“I really don’t…Aaaaaaaaah!!”

"..."

Such a brutal scene made the supervisors retreat in fear. Although the middle-aged man who was beating their boss did not look strong and there was still some gentle and elegant scholarly air on his face, they did not dare to step forward.

Because the man looked like a mad old dog, an old dog that had been stripped of everything and had nothing left but its sharp teeth.

"..."

Looking at the crazy mentor, Xing Mo silently watched Sir Derek being beaten for a while, then walked through the crowd and stepped forward:

"Teacher, if you keep hitting him, he will die."

Lucius suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, shining with golden light, met Xingmo's calm green eyes.

Suddenly, the light in his eyes dissipated and turned back into those lake blue eyes.

"Sorry, I lost my composure a bit, hahaha..."

Lucius got up from the half-conscious Derek, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood off his hands, and then straightened the top hat on his head.

He glanced at the supervisors beside him imperceptibly, and the butchers immediately retreated and dared not come forward.

"That 'Immortal', killed him?" Lucius asked.

"He should have been able to breathe a sigh of relief," Xingmo pointed to the hand that was pressed under the narwhal. "He should know more about Miriam's death."

Lucius nodded silently, then followed Xingmo through the crowd and came to the front of the narwhal.

At this time, the huge whale was gasping in pain, and blue arcs of electricity burst out from its horn from time to time.

"Be patient, my friend," Lucius said, running his hand over the narwhal's scaly skin. "It will soon be over."

After saying that, Lucius and Xingmo waved their wands at the same time, and Fengliu lifted the narwhal up.

The "Immortal" was already dying at this time. His lower body was already bloody and his upper body was trembling slightly, as if he would die at any time.

Lucius waved his wand, and the remains of the Immortal flew out from right under the narwhal and landed on the flat ground.