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

From then on, loneliness seemed to be her main theme.

"..."

After looking at the sea for a while, Xingmo closed his eyes and concentrated his mind.

Just now, the "anti-life elements" accumulated in the "Angel's Tears" suddenly exploded.

Then... I came to this gray and white space.

There is no doubt that this is the world beneath the world, where all memories are deposited.

Is this Prince Austen's ultimate ploy, to make me lose myself in a world of memories?

Xingmo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered her spirit.

If it were an ordinary wizard, there might be nothing he could do at this point, but Xingmo is not an ordinary wizard.

She is a Fire String Affinity.

"'Dagger of Truth'." Xingmo murmured, playing the four strings, and outlining a dagger with his palm.

Having become a six-stringed swordsman, she no longer feels any burden when using the "Dagger of Truth". She may have already achieved an accomplishment comparable to that of Alice-senpai.

She didn't rush to tear open the space, but instead sketched out the appearance of the "Humpback Whale" in her mind.

After the image became clear, Xingmo swung the dagger, creating a crack in front of his eyes.

She took a step forward, feeling the change in space and the sudden noisy sounds around her.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing at the gate of the Humpback Whale.

Beside her, a man in a suit and a cloak lowered his head, his features immersed in shadow.

But even so, Xing Mo recognized him at a glance——

—It’s Bishop Fry Sunlet!

It was the bishop of "St. Auros Cathedral" who took away the "Tears of Angels"!

......

9) Storm, Whale Song (Part 11)

A gray world, a missing bishop.

Xingmo looked around and found that the "Humpback Whale" was anchored in the port of the southern city. The deck was piled with whaling equipment, and it was completely impossible to tell that it was an ironclad ship.

Hmm...it seems that Bishop Fry Sunlight did board the Humpback Whale after his disappearance.

It seems that we can understand his purpose.

Xingmo then silently followed Bishop Fry Sunlet toward the gate, like a trailing ghost.

He walked through the gate, passed through the defense line set up by heavy guards, and finally came to the banquet hall where Xingmo had previously fought with Prince Austin.

The banquet hall was filled with neatly arranged tables and chairs, and guests wearing masks sat at the tables drinking and chatting.

Xingmo took a quick look around and keenly noticed that all the guests were wearing appropriate formal attire, showing off their luxury as much as possible.

And this luxury is not just the luxury of contemporary society - on the side of the banquet hall, a group of people were wearing clothes made of thin silk, with slender gold chains and various jewels hanging around their necks and wrists, and large areas of skin on their backs exposed, with golden symbols tattooed on them.

That was the aristocratic style of Machiavelli's empire, the upper class among the golden people.

With their participation, the banquet hall became like a negotiation meeting - the civilization of the Academy and the Empire met here.

Was this why Bishop Fry Sunlight had his suit made for him? Was this the reason he came for this banquet?

What is the purpose of this banquet?

Xingmo looked thoughtfully at Bishop Fry Sunlet in front of him. Without a mask, he looked like an alien here. He stood awkwardly in the center of the banquet with an anxious look on his face.

At this time, a familiar voice came from the side:

"Your Excellency, I didn't expect you to come in person. I am delighted."

Xingmo turned around and saw Prince Austin walking towards her with a smile on his face.

"Austin!" Frye growled hoarsely, "You have to help me! Blackwood won't help me, so you're the only one who can!"

"Help you? Help you with what?" Austin smiled.

Bishop Frye's cheek twitched, and he suddenly looked behind him, then around, as if he was on guard against invisible ghosts.

Then he whispered:

"Let's talk somewhere else! I want to talk to you alone!"

"Talk to me alone? There's no need..."

Prince Austin shook his head, smiled and opened his arms:

"At the banquet in the Court of Redemption, all information is open and transparent."

"We are the true elite from all over the world, serving for the same great goal."

As he spoke, everyone in the banquet hall turned their heads and focused their eyes on Bishop Frye.

The bishop's face was covered in sweat. He clutched his throat, his eyes bulging slightly.

"I don't care what your goal is! But if...if we don't hurry...we'll all die...we'll all die!"

Frye turned his head twitchingly, as if he suddenly sensed being watched, his face filled with fear.

Xingmo was stunned for a moment because she found Bishop Frye was looking at her.

Can he feel me looking at him...?

How is this possible... This is just a world of memory... Who can sense the gaze from the future?

"..."

On the other side, Prince Austin smiled, stretched out his hand, and patted Frye's shoulder:

"Relax, my friend. What you just learned is something we have always considered common sense."

He wanted to take a step aside to make room and pointed to the end of the banquet hall:

"But if you insist, yes, we can talk alone."

Bishop Frye nodded quickly, then lowered his head and followed Prince Austin to the back of the banquet hall.

Xingmo followed him. She walked through the door, stepped through the chaotic and broken memories, and came to a small meeting room.

Bishop Frye was sitting on the sofa, holding his head, staring blankly at the pendant hanging on his chest.

Xing Mo recognized it at a glance. It was the "Tears of Angels".

"The Sunlight family has always served the Angel of the Blazing Sun," Bishop Frye murmured. "We are favored by the Fire String, and my son Nobo is the most outstanding three-string wizard... but now..."

Opposite him, Prince Austin smiled and shook his glass, saying gracefully:

"Yes, the goddess is nothing but an overreaching false deity. The myth of peace she created has always been false, and you, her servants, have simply been blinded."

Hearing this, Bishop Frye raised his head fiercely and said word by word:

"Your God is dead."

"And your god is better off dead," Prince Austin smiled. "Fortunately, 'we' have a way to reverse this, or at least make our end a little better."

"What can we do?" murmured Bishop Frye.

Prince Austin said nothing, but smiled as his eyes fell on the "Angel's Tears" on Fry's chest.

"Revenge," he said briefly, "Those who created a false peace should pay the price."

After saying that, Austin stood up and waved to Bishop Frye:

"Come on, let me take you to..."

The memory here suddenly becomes blurred, like cracks appearing on glass, and some details are separated.

Xingmo stood in the broken gray and white, lowering his head in thought.

Bishop Fry still did not say why he ran away, as if all this was common sense to them and could not be mentioned.

Judging from these memories, Prince Austin seems to belong to a secret organization. From his oral account, we know that they call themselves "Saviors" and come from all over the world, and they are all elites.

And...all wearing masks.

This organization seems to have the so-called "truth," the truth that Aurora didn't tell me...

Those truths, according to Aurora, "have a threshold to know," and require a certain level of attainment in string magic.

From this, we can see that the people in this organization must be strong, at least they must be "Saints".

"..."

Xing Mo pondered for a moment, then summoned the "Dagger of Truth" again, cutting through space.

She stepped in, and the gray and white scene before her shattered into a narrow cabin.

She saw a door - an ordinary metal hatch, but there were countless complicated symbols painted around it, adding a lot of weirdness to the door.

In front of the door, Bishop Fry fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

"They did this to God..." Frye cried.

"Yes, they did it with their own hands," Prince Austin stood aside, "or maybe your god did it, who knows?"

“No…no…no…”

Bishop Frye wailed in pain, it was the wailing of a believer, the wailing of a servant of God.

But Prince Austin's face was expressionless. He looked at Frye, who was lying on the ground, and said coldly:

"You can be the sword."

Hearing this, Frye stood up trembling, his face dull.

"I can be... a sword?"

"Yes," Austin said, silently pulling out his wand, "you can."

Behind Frye, he plucked the string of "Life" and reached out to grab it.

Frye's eyes suddenly became dull. He slowly walked towards the door and muttered:

"I can be...a sword..."

"I can..."

"...I can!"

Fry's face suddenly became ecstatic. He reached out and grabbed the door handle, shouting happily:

"Son! Our future! Can still be saved!"

After saying that, he pulled the door open with force.

"呲-"

White steam suddenly gushed out of the door, forcing Bishop Frye to retreat repeatedly.

A figure walked out from the steam room.

"No!" Bishop Frye suddenly reacted, "No!!!"

The next second, the gray memory shattered and turned into nothingness.

Xing Mo suddenly found herself back in the real world, and right in front of her was the door with strange symbols painted on it!

The door was already open, and there was nothing inside except a bed...

No! That's not a bed! That's an operating table!

Worn bronze instruments surrounded the operating table. The entire room was flooded, almost covering half of the cabin.

A figure was lying on the operating table, his body wrapped in tubes and his bronze armor covered with scars.

Under Xingmo's gaze, the figure sat up from the operating table.

It's "Steam Man".

Through the cleft of his cheek, Xingmo saw the gray face of Bishop Fry Sunlight.

His face still showed the last bit of fear, but his eyes were shining with joy: