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

　"I'm sorry, there's only so much I can do for you right now."

　"You don't have to do anything for us. Everything is inevitable," Luffy said with a wry smile. "We were the losers... Now we have a shelter, which is a blessing in disguise..."

　"gold

　How are the people here?" Alice asked.

　"Unfortunately, it's not very stable... Tolum holds a high position in the hearts of young people. He has always been the embodiment of integrity and justice. Now that girl named Ophelia insists that he is the culprit of the plane crash... Of course, the children don't agree..."

　Luffy lowered his head, his voice bitter:

　"They formed... some groups, chanting slogans and making plans together every day. I tried to dissuade them many times, but I'm afraid it won't last forever..."

　Hearing Mr. Luffy say this, Alice whispered:

　"In this case... I'm afraid that the resistance organization Ophelia mentioned will really appear."

　"I can't stop them, Miss Alice." Luffy chuckled. "So, let me make a request of you - if the situation becomes uncontrollable, don't be merciful. Save yourself. You are not obligated to sacrifice so much for us."

　"preservation...?"

　"Don't you know? Right now, the newspapers in the Citadel are full of conspiracy theories about you. Some say you've already been instigated by the Golden People, some say you have a secret deal with the Golden King, and some even speculate that you've actually been a spy planted by the Empire in the Citadel... and maybe even the leader of a resistance organization..."

　Luffy took out a crumpled newspaper clipping, unfolded it, and handed it to Alice.

　Alice took a look and saw that it was a picture of her confrontation with Ophelia.

　In a corner that she didn't notice at the time, the reporter recorded it all.

　If it could be so timely, it could only have been arranged in advance...

　""

　Alice folded the newspaper clipping, handed it to Mr. Luffy, and stood up.

　"Protect yourself."

　"Don't worry about me, Miss Alice, I'm still alive..."

　Luffy waved his hand:

　"I wish you good luck, whether you are the People of Mist or the People of Gold, at least..."

　"...Someone has to be able to escape this cold wave, right?"

　Mouth of the Icefield.

　"Boom...boom...boom..."

　When Xingmo opened her eyes, the wind and snow on the ice field came into view again.

　She looked up at the fog in the distance, and saw huge shadows quietly appearing among the gray and white blocks that looked like curtains.

　"hiss--"

　The Lord of the Royal Court, Alovetes, stretched out her hand to push aside the wall of fog. She was wearing platinum armor, and her whole body looked like a platinum mountain in the fog, seemingly insurmountable.

　Behind her, the giants of the royal court gathered in groups, their majestic bodies forming undulating peaks in the fog.

　Xingmo stood on a small cliff, barely able to speak to Alovtes. She looked at the Lord of the Royal Court who was coming towards her and said loudly:

　"You march swiftly, Your Majesty."

　"Great angel, we have finally waited for the day when you return to your throne!" Aloftes said in a high voice. "Now you possess the aura of a king, capable of commanding the entire army!"

　When she said this, a disdainful voice suddenly came from above her head:

　"Oh, you lackey, you're quite good at flattering people!"

　Xingmo looked up and saw the Fire Dragon King descending from the sky. Bahamut was hanging above Alovtes's head, and his golden vertical pupils were like two bright lights in the wind and snow, overlooking the area below.

　Above her, thousands of figures hung—all of them fire dragons.

　"Bahamut." Xingmo's mouth curled up slightly.

　"Xingxing, can you also call me Your Majesty?" Bahamut looked very expectant. "I want to..."

　"Lackey..." Alofts laughed softly and shook her head.

　"What did you say? Ugly head? You don't want that ugly face of yours anymore? I'd like to get some collagen tonight!"

　"Alright, alright, Your Majesties."

　Xingmo clapped her hands.

　In an instant, it seemed as if even the wind and snow had stopped, and the two kings looked at Xingmo at the same time.

　"Our plan is to seize the Imbrium Icefield and control the entire fog area. The two of you will march from the west and east respectively, controlling the edges of the fog area and awaiting orders from the front."

　"Upon receiving the order, immediately proceed to where the star rises and reunite with the main force."

　"how?"

　"No problem." Bahamut and Alofts both nodded.

　Xing Mo smiled slightly and signaled the two enemies to retreat.

　So the two guys glared at each other fiercely and dispersed with their respective families.

　""

　Xing Mo took two steps back, turned around, and arrived at the tent.

　Lucius and Pastor Haichao were studying a map, circling and marking on it, looking very serious.

　"Xiaomo," Lucius raised his head, "Let's take a look at our route."

　Xing Mo moved closer and saw that the Yuliu Sea Ice Field had been divided into several different areas, with countless routes marked on them.

　With a glance of his golden eyes, Xing Mo said:

　"It can be carried out, but can the supplies keep up?"

　"That's natural."

　Lucius pointed to several points marked on the map:

　"The terrain in these areas is quite suitable for building camps. As long as we can take them down successfully, we can set up camp in the foggy area."

　"However, I've calculated that even if we establish a supply line, the supplies currently arriving will only be enough to sustain us for about a week. We'll need a continuous flow of supplies from the Citadel, and this amount may be difficult to maintain."

　“I’ll let Miriam arrange it.

　"Xing Mo nodded.

　Lucius shook his head:

　"No, Xiaomo, you didn't understand. When I said it was difficult to maintain, I meant the efficiency of the White Tower Council was difficult to maintain. That girl from the Sean family... I think her name was Ophelia? Has she completely controlled the Smith family's sailors? At least that's what the military and political officer said this morning. But I have to pour cold water on you - the direct war between steam armies is the first in history, and those councilors who control the relevant industrial chains are still supplying according to the old standards. Their lack of efficiency shows that they still have selfish motives."

　"This selfish motive may not be deliberate. After all, the Holy War is imminent. As a Star Angel, who dares not obey the orders you pass on? But we must discuss one thing clearly—the cold snap of the Caradorans Mountains is far from the Citadel. As the war progresses, you can't personally order everything, nor can you expect the councilors to fight this war according to our understanding."

　"They haven't been hungry for so long that they naturally don't know how to fight when they're hungry, and they won't regard that situation as their best effort."

　After hearing what Lucius said, Xingmo held her chin and thought for a while.

　"So... you mean..."

　She raised her head and looked directly at Lucius:

　"To take complete control?"

　"And it's best to take power before the march begins. Now is a good time," Lucius nodded, "but you... I don't think you'd be willing, would you? Otherwise, you would have done it long ago."

　"Um..."

　Xing Mo nodded slightly:

　"I've always felt that using the transcendental as a rope to bind them... is just repeating the same mistakes."

　From the very beginning, Xingmo was bound by fate.

　So she doesn't want to be a person who restrains others.

　She didn't know where her fate would lead her—what if that destination meant destruction? What if that destination meant extinction?

　So after her death, how will those people who were only united because of the "Star Angel" fall apart?

　What's more, it is impossible for her to manage both behind and in front of her at the same time.

　Xingmo understood what Mentor Lucius meant.

　She needs an agent.

　This agent cannot be Alice, as she is concentrating on the research of the Painting Gate.

　It can't be Miriam either, she's too kind.

　Then only...

　Xingmo smiled self-deprecatingly.

　She reached out, grabbed a string, and spoke softly:

　"Ophelia, don't you want power?"

　"Go, take your power, and then..."

　"...Be a good star follower."

Chapter 549 Najirfa (Part 5) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　"Phew! It's so cold in here!"

　On the snowy peak, Aurora stood on tiptoe and looked at the snowfield in the distance.

　Behind her, Perlis yawned and walked in the snow with an expressionless face.

　I have to say, taking care of children is really boring.

　Aurora was really just a little girl, amazed by everything in the snowfield. Whenever she saw the ice crystal trees, she would go up to them and ask them how they carried out photosynthesis.

　Baby, do those things need photosynthesis?

　Aurora must have known this, but she still wanted to ask.

　So what can be done?

　"Hoo--sister! Sister! Come and see!"

　Aurora was yelling again in front, and Perlis sighed helplessly and could only follow her.

　"What's the matter?"

　"There's a village over there!"

　"Village?"

　Pearl perked up a little.

　After walking on the ice field for so long, she really hadn't seen any settlements.

　The climate here ranks among the top three glaciers that Perlis has visited, and the top three are the worst.

　So, after walking in Motiheim for long enough, Perlis even felt that there were actually no living creatures here.

　The girl quickened her pace and soon came to Aurora's side.

　The two stood on the edge of a drop, overlooking the vast expanse of white in the distance.

　In the distance, a vast wall of fog gathered beneath the sky.

　On the side close to the two of them, there were scattered buildings on the ice field.

　That wall of fog looked like the work of the pale angel after Starmoke broke through the Caradorans Mountains.

　It seems that the distance is quite close.

　"There are still people in those small villages," Aurora's eyes flashed green. "Though I'm not sure if I can call them...people?"

　"Go ask." Perlis said calmly, silver star fragments swirling around her body.

　"Come on, come on," Aurora rolled up her sleeves. "Look at me, sister. I'll show you my social skills."

　"What abilities does the Society have?"

　"Look here—"