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

　But after thinking for a while, Alia nodded slightly:

　"I can give it a try."

　She walked over to the armor, stretched out her hand, and placed it on the breastplate:

　"Click."

　The unique mechanical technology of the elf craftsmen slowly started to work at this moment. Pieces of armor opened and closed, revealing gaps that were large enough for people to enter.

　Looking at such exquisite craftsmanship, Xing Mo couldn't help but sigh how many wonders of civilization the destroyed Dark Elf Dynasty took away.

　Perhaps, in the long river of time, countless such miracles have been submerged.

　"Click."

　As Alia entered the armor, the mechanical mask quickly closed, and two blue rays suddenly spurted out from the eye sockets.

　"call--"

　She exhaled deeply, and blue light burst out from between her armor.

Chapter 479: The Tip of the Iceberg (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　After putting on the armor, Alia's first feeling was relief.

　She moved her joints, which had become much thicker due to the armor covering them, but she did not feel any burden at all. Instead, she felt like a fish in water.

　"How do you feel?" Xingmo asked.

　"I...feel free..."

　The space in front of her became different in Alia's eyes. She felt that everything around her became extremely wide, and she felt that she could immediately step into wherever she wanted to step.

　“How do I use it…?”

　She stretched out a hand, and broken glass fragments surged from her wrist and were quickly absorbed by the device on the wrist of the armor.

　The next second, Alia felt the entire armor start to work, and a stance was quickly generated inside the armor along her skin.

　The stand was constructed of ice strings, so it made her skin feel slightly cold.

　Wrapped in this cold air, Alia's vision was stained with a layer of blue. She could feel the dark elf's black lines spreading and climbing on her cheeks, connecting her spiritual power with the entire set of armor.

　Then, time began to slow down before her eyes.

　"call----"

　In the still time, Alia exhaled and watched the air slowly spread in front of her eyes.

　Everything in front of me was shrouded in a pale blue and became extremely slow.

　She looked at Xingmo in front of her, and waved her hand in front of Xingmo curiously, but found that Xingmo did not respond at all.

　Alia smiled lightly, then ran behind Xingmo and patted her shoulder.

　Time gradually returned to normal speed.

　In Xingmo's eyes, Alia disappeared almost instantly in a shadow, and then she felt someone patting her shoulder.

　She turned her head and looked at Alia standing behind her and smiled:

　"How does it feel? Can you control it?"

　"I think I can," Arya said, looking at her armored arm. The panic she had felt before was gone, leaving only a hint of joy. "I... am free..."

　This is armor unique to dark elves, or more precisely, armor unique to high-level dark elves.

　Its entire built-in circulatory system is connected to the physiological structure of high-level dark elves, and amplifies the bloodline behind the mantra, thereby advancing the authority of Bingxian to the level of truth.

　The entire logic behind it is extremely complex and is simply beyond the reach of current technological capabilities.

　This is truly a mystical technology that belongs only to the elves.

　"There is some information hidden in this armor..."

　Alia suddenly said, and immediately raised her hand.

　Specks of pale blue light were projected into the air, quickly forming a map.

　On that map, a precise coordinate point was marked.

　Xing Mo quickly scanned the map and soon confirmed that it was the map of Akademi Territory.

　And that marked point is the tip of the iceberg.

　"This should be the base camp of the Children of Time," Arya whispered, "Their leader is here."

　"What an unexpected gain! It can save us a lot of searching time," Xing Mo nodded. "Then let's make a quick decision."

　No matter what the leader's plan is, Xingmo intends to solve this hidden danger once and for all.

　She didn't know whether Shi Zhichu could succeed, but she didn't want to gamble even on the one in ten thousand chance.

　After finishing the work in the valley, Xingmo and his group took a flying carriage to the plain near the iceberg.

　Looking around, the iceberg almost covered half of the sky. The magnificent, crystal blue mountain did not reflect the sunlight. Instead, a kind of milky white energy flowed on the surface.

　"That mountain drained most of the spiritual energy deposited beneath the Academi Territory, concentrating it all within the mountain," Lucius said in a low voice. "The surrounding ecological environment has been almost completely destroyed and is no longer habitable."

　"It is indeed suitable as a source of energy." Xing Mo nodded.

Alia pointed forward, pointing to a marked point of light in her field of vision.

　The group quickly approached the iceberg. The closer they got to the iceberg, the more withered the surrounding scenery became. Where there used to be a forest, only dark dead trees remained, with the skeletons of unknown creatures hanging on the branches.

　Soon, Xingmo arrived at the foot of the iceberg.

　On the smooth and flawless iceberg, a huge hole suddenly appeared, like the gate of a magnificent palace.

　Obviously, that's not naturally formed.

　"This is it."

　Alia stopped and her eyes suddenly became more serious.

　She felt a familiar breath from the cave, so familiar that it made her look a little dazed.

　"The base camp of the descendants," Xingmo muttered, "Alia, do you want to stay outside?"

　"No, I will face them," Alia said softly, "Don't worry about me, Miss Saint."

　Xing Mo really didn't think that the group of descendants had the strength to snatch Alia from her. She controlled two supreme strings. Now, even if a real angel stood in front of her, she would be able to fight, or at least escape unscathed.

　The dark elves' power naturally cannot include angels.

　She suggested that Aaliyah stay at the door, mainly considering her mood.

　If Arya experiences any phenomenon such as "dormant memories awakening" during the process, then no matter what her position is, this battle will become very torturous for her.

　What's more, Arya seems to be the key to "opening the time tunnel". She is Fu El, the role that the Children of Time want to fight for.

　Xingmo didn't know what Fu El meant, but Arya was most likely a compatriot of those Children of Time.

　Killing one's compatriots is cruel.

　"Have you thought it through?" Xingmo spoke to Alia again.

　"Ah."

　"Then be careful later," Xing Mo nodded. "If you are the key person they are looking for to open the door to the past, then they will most likely come for you. If anything like an altar appears later, don't approach it."

　"okay, I get it."

　After Alia finished speaking,

　Take a step forward and walk towards the iceberg.

　On the side, Freya looked at Alia's back gradually going away and sighed softly.

　"Poor child," Freya whispered. "When I first saw her, I guessed that a high-ranking dark elf wandering around out there couldn't have a good background. Who knew she was actually one of the Dark Elf King's followers?"

　"What a tragic fate," Yuwen said tremblingly, "Miss Freya, now you know how happy you are, right?"

　"That's the case with our Silver Blade Tribe. We're all happy and silly every day. Innocence is a blessing."

　The group moved towards the huge hole in the iceberg, feeling the biting cold wind blowing towards them.

　After passing through the cave entrance, the imagined darkness did not come. The turbid white light flowing on the cave wall provided a very good lighting environment, making the view in the entire cave extremely clear.

　Xing Mo was always on guard against possible attacks. She held a light ice blue in her palm, ready to summon the String of Truth at any time.

　Arya was even more nervous. She knew that she was the only one who could respond to the attack of the Children of Time in the first place, so she had to ensure the safety of everyone.

　However, the imagined attack did not occur.

　After walking in the cave for a long time, Xingmo gradually noticed something strange.

　It was too quiet here, and without any string magic protection, not to mention not even the slightest hint of malice could be detected.

　What is certain is that judging from the scale of the cave, it was indeed artificially excavated, and its importance can be seen from the perspective of the amount of engineering work.

　But such an important precaution is completely unguarded?

　For a moment, Xingmo frowned slightly, and began to be confused about what the Son of Time wanted to do.

　After walking in the cave for another ten minutes, the space in front of me suddenly became clear.

　The turbid white light illuminated the people walking out of the cave. Xing Mo raised his head and saw a turbid white light that was gathered into a string hanging in the air, flickering in the hollowed-out mountain.

　Below the giant string, the outlines of buildings filled the entire cavity—they were simple stone houses, and although they were crude, they could accommodate at least a hundred people.

　"Here we are."

　Xingmo stopped and his eyes fell on the altar in the center of the cave.

　There, a figure in silver armor was facing the group with his back to them.

　"Welcome, Star Saint, and Fu El."

　The tall figure turned around, his silver armor was obviously different from that of the other heirs. He must be the leader of the heirs.

　The moment her eyes fell on Xingmo, a surge of pressure came towards her, forcing Xingmo to immediately raise his wand.

　"Don't be nervous. If I wanted to, your head would have fallen to the ground long ago."

　The leader looked at Xingmo with a smile, then calmly flashed to their front.

　At some point, four or five descendants had already stood beside her, facing Xingmo with her.

　"I want to talk," the leader said bluntly, "how about it?"

　"There's nothing to talk about. You committed a bloody crime and should pay the price." Xing Mo said lightly.

　"Oh, about that matter, I actually don't have much to talk to you about," a sly laugh came from behind the leader's mask. "Of course, I don't want to chat with you, but I want to chat with... you."

　Her eyes fell on Alia.

　When Alia's eyes met the leader's, her body trembled slightly, and then she mustered up the courage to glare back.

　"What are you talking about?" she whispered.

　"Of course, it's your feelings about this era..." The leader spread his hands. "You've completely forgotten. That's okay, because only by forgetting can you truly feel and draw your own judgment from the bottom of your heart."

　"What do you mean?"

　"It seems you've completely forgotten," the leader shook his head helplessly. "Well, don't waste time. Tell me how you feel about this era."

　Feelings about the times? Faced with this ambiguous statement, Alia's brows furrowed slightly behind her mask.

　She really didn't know how to answer this question, so she subconsciously said:

　"You are not allowed to do bad things."

　"Ah, so you're actually quite fond of this era?" the leader shrugged. "Really? Just because these people showed you a little...kindness? So you're going to risk your life to protect them?"

　"I almost died, and it was Miss Saint who gave me a second chance," Alia said, her voice rising considerably. "This wasn't out of kindness. I was nothing to begin with, and I..."

　"No, you are not nothing."

　The leader's voice suddenly rose several degrees, causing Xingmo to raise the wand in his hand even higher.

　"Wow, don't get excited, don't get excited." The leader pushed his hand toward Xingmo apologetically. "Then, our Miss Alia, let's make an assumption."

　"Suppose, for example, you realize that the kindness you're seeing is worthless, that your past life, like a love-deprived puppy, is just an illusion, and that the real future is waiting for you to create and embrace. Would you be willing to wake up from this meaningless dream?"

　“I don’t understand you!” Arya cried. “You’ve done something bad! You’re trying to break the peace! Are you?”

　"What childish talk!" The leader shook his head. "Honestly, I'm beginning to feel...disappointed in you..."