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

　Tolum gritted his teeth.

　"You... there are at least thirty or so Citadel people on this airship. Are you going to attack one of your own?"

　"I told you, this is a necessary sacrifice," Ophelia sighed. "You're the ones to blame. You came at the perfect time. I just needed an opportunity... to win people over."

　"The Imperials have gone mad and turned against their enemies... Just think, the people of the Citadel will become more united than ever under my guidance, and only then can we unite."

　"Don't worry, they can't let all the golden people feed the fish. Rather, you should thank me."

　"Because, only in this way can the Citadel be truly united, and only then can we possibly survive this... cold wave."

　"This way, the Golden People will truly have a future, right?"

　Tolum wanted to say something else, but the words failed him.

　With a "click", Ophelia pierced the needle into his neck, pushing the dark curse... into his artery.

　He just felt dizzy and his whole body began to heat up, as if a wild beast was awakening.

　Ophelia took two steps back. At this moment, the cabin door opened and the captain walked in with a flattering look on his face.

　"Lady Ophelia, everything... has been done as you ordered."

　Ophelia nodded with satisfaction:

　"I told you you'd get more out of working with me than with Johnson."

　"For example... Glory..."

　She adjusted her cuffs and glanced at the captain:

　"Is the string technique activated?"

　"It's on. No one can play the strings within the range of the steamship. Anyone who plays the strings will be immediately cursed..."

　"That's good. This way no one will survive using string magic."

　Ophelia nodded reassuringly.

　She stretched out her hand, and her confidant beside her handed her the parachute bag, and then she put on the parachute bag herself.

　After Ophelia put on her parachute, the captain extended his hand:

　"Lady Ophelia, where is my umbrella bag?"

　"You?" Ophelia glanced at him strangely. "Are you going to evacuate?"

　"What...what do you mean?"

　The captain opened his mouth slightly.

　"I..."

　"fool."

　Ophelia opened the cabin door, and heavy rain and strong wind blew in, throwing her long hair into the air.

　She gave a faint smile:

　“You are the captain, without you

　, who takes him to the cockpit?"

　"Your parachute pack is in the cockpit. Now go ahead and take the beast with you."

　After saying that, Ophelia fell backwards and disappeared from the cabin door.

　Her confidants also jumped down one after another. The cold ice rain hit the captain's face, making him subconsciously want to curse.

　But before he could utter a curse, he heard the sound of chains breaking.

　Turning around, I saw...

　...Tolum, with red eyes, was staring at him.

Chapter 542: A Land Flowing with Milk and Honey (Part 8) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"!"

　Tolum opened his eyes and found himself standing in a rainstorm.

　In front of us is the city wall surrounding the city. The tall city gate is tightly closed and soldiers are stationed at the gate.

　He heard a low growl behind him and turned around to see dark humanoid monsters huddled together, staring at him hungrily.

　That's the power of the curse...

　They...are going to invade New Galo!

　"kill!"

　Tolum roared, drew the dagger from his waist, and rushed towards the dark monsters.

　He is a member of the Ring City Guard! His mission is to protect the Ring City!

　He couldn't let these monsters defile their city! The Golden People had suffered enough, and this oasis was their last home!

　Tolum swung his sword in the heavy rain, cutting the monsters into pieces one after another.

　Perhaps frightened by the murderous intent emanating from him, the dark monsters turned and fled.

　But the street was too narrow and they couldn't escape at all, so they were huddled together in a ball.

　Tolum tore a path between them with his sword.

　From time to time, a few monsters would rush out to attack Tolum, but they were no match for Tolum at all, and the only end they would get was death with screams.

　In this way, Tolum swung his knife wildly and killed people from one end of the street to the other.

　Behind him, dark blood covered the street.

　At the end of the street, Tolum saw a door.

　Pushing open the door, he saw the familiar colonnade - it was there that he was appointed an imperial officer by the emperor.

　The emperor stood there, in the center of the colonnade, his figure illusive.

　"emperor..."

　Tolum half-knelt beside the Golden King, lowered his head, and shouted:

　"I protected the Ring City!"

　"Emperor! I'm here to report!"

　He defended the Ring City! He was no deserter! He didn't abandon Singara! He saved Singara!

　The Golden People didn't lose their homeland! They all survived! In that rainstorm...

　rainstorm...

　Tolum's eyes twitched slightly.

　He looked up and saw not the emperor, but a door.

　He staggered to his feet, walked to the door in a daze, and reached out to grasp the rusty door handle.

　A twist.

　Dark blood gushed out from behind the door.

　Tolum whimpered, and fragments flashed through his mind, some of which were rainstorms, some were spears, and some were...

　"Hoohoo!"

　The moment the door was opened, dark blood gushed out and drowned Tolum.

　Tolum saw the source of all evil, the dark, ominous monster!

　"kill!"

　Tolum roared, rushed forward, and regardless of the monster's struggle, slashed at his shoulder with a knife!

　"Pfft!"

　Flesh and blood exploded, and darkness filled Tolum's vision.

　He lowered his head, gasping for breath, and listened to the sound of blood dripping onto the floor.

　"thump..."

　The sound of dripping blood.

　"thump..."

　heartbeat.

　"drop.."

　"DiDi! DiDi!"

　The sound of an alarm pulled Tolum out of his dark dream.

　He looked up suddenly and found himself standing in front of the control panel of a steam airship.

　He was holding a dagger, and below him was the captain who had been split open at the shoulder.

　The captain looked at him with eyes filled with fear. Before dying, he roared in a low voice:

　"Weird...monster..."

　"Clang."

　Tolum's dagger fell to the ground.

　He turned around trembling and looked towards the cabin corridor.

　He saw the little girl he had comforted earlier.

　In a way... stacked and broken...

　Nestled among the quiet passengers.

　"Ah...ah ah..."

　Tolum fell to his knees, the sirens growing louder and louder seeming to recede from him.

　He trembled and raised his hands.

　Blood is not black, it is red.

　It is the blood of the golden people.

　He killed... the Golden People...

　His compatriots...

　"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　The moment Tolum screamed, the steamship's alarm stopped abruptly.

　A fireball burst out from under the control console, instantly engulfing Tolum and carrying his charred remains into the corridor.

　"boom!!!!!"

　"boom!!!!!"

　"boom!!!!!"

　Above the field, Ophelia raised her head and looked at the two fireballs that were constantly expanding in the sky.

　Almost at the same time, the two steam airships exploded.

　Broken debris fell from the sky, dragging out arcs of black smoke, like a black octopus baring its fangs and claws in the sky.

　Beside her, a bodyguard held an umbrella for her:

　"Lady Ophelia, are you going back?"

　Staring at the two expanding fireballs, Ophelia closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

　In the rain, she prayed silently.

　After a long prayer, she opened her eyes and waved her hand gently:

　"Let's go."

　"A steamship exploded in mid-air! Thousands of people are dead or missing!"