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

　"I really want to see the power of pure white fireworks..."

　"I heard it can burn an entire galaxy in an instant! No, an entire cantilever!"

　"Wow wow wow..."

　The Hafgards were not usually like this, but the pure white fireworks were too sensational for them.

　"Alright...! Get off...!"

　Alianwen tried to push Eva Dani away, and her little face turned away.

　Her face also turned red. Why are these people so excited all of a sudden?

　Hafgard would not be so excited. Emotional control is a compulsory course for everyone.

　Well...Alianwen herself had also failed before, after all, she was facing Miss Perlis.

　To be honest, she still found it all a bit magical: asking Perlis was actually an impulsive decision. She had been drinking and was a little confused by her sense of mission...

　In the end, Miss Pollis actually agreed...

　why?

　""

　"Don't get excited," Alianwen said coldly, looking at the still excited crew members, "We will be held accountable by the high seat soon."

　The people around him stopped laughing immediately.

　"However, thinking about the fact that I will be able to work together with Miss Perlis next time, it seems that the punishment doesn't matter..." Eva Dani murmured.

　"You won't be punished, and I'll have to bear all the consequences in the end." Arianewen said sullenly.

　At this time, the shuttle began to lower its altitude. Arianwen looked out and saw a manor.

　"Here we are," she said, "get ready for the briefing."

　"Get ready to eat."

　At the door of the small courtyard, Perlis put down the suitcase and gently pointed with her finger.

　In the flicker of white flames, the suitcase disappeared.

　Perlis walked straight to the door, took out the key and opened the door.

　"Where's the food?" she said loudly.

　At the kitchen door, Ikan Gellert, wearing a bib, stuck his head out and winked at Perlis.

　"Wait for me in the back garden," he said. "It will be over in a moment."

　After saying that, he retreated back into the kitchen.

　Perlis turned around and saw Carly was speechless. She shrugged.

　"How to pull it?"

　"The king in the ivory tower makes lunch for you in a bib..." Carly wiped the sweat off her face. "It was quite shocking when I actually saw this scene."

　"After all, he doesn't have much to do right now," Perlis chuckled, "and I'm the only one who can have a bite."

　Pearlis took Carly's hand, walked through the living room, opened the back door and entered the back garden.

　The back garden is full of pure white flowers. In the fertile soil of Lupi, any plant can thrive.

　This is heaven.

　Pearlis and Carly found a small table under the grape vines. On the table was a bottle of strawberry yogurt that looked like it had just been bought from the market, and a bottle of red wine.

　"He really treats me like a child..." Perlis sighed, sat down, and picked up the strawberry yogurt obediently.

　"Aren't kids nice? They're so cute." Carly chuckled.

　"You're still a child. I can't control you. I just hope you don't get angry and burn down my ivory tower one day."

　Pearlis turned her head and saw Icahn taking off his apron as he walked towards the dining table. He threw it into the air and it disintegrated into a halo.

　He pulled out a chair, sat down at the table, and snapped his fingers—

　"Snapped!"

　All the prepared dishes were displayed on the table: a pot of cooked coconut chicken with various bottles of dipping sauces, a plate of fried pork with chili peppers, a medium-rare tomahawk steak, a chicken and fruit salad...more than eighty kinds of miscellaneous dishes, all of which were commonplace.

　Sure enough, these were all what Perlis wanted to eat.

　"Please prepare the sauce, Carly," Ikan said, picking up the bowl and filling it with rice. "Xiaohua loves the sauce you prepare."

　"That's true. There's a reason for my mixing ratio." Carly chuckled and started to season the ingredients.

　"You're having a great time on Luperca, aren't you?" Perlis looked at the poet. "You're just staying at home."

　"To be precise, my identity in this world is a musician," Icahn handed the bowl to Perlis and began to serve Carly. "My tour just ended last night. You have no idea what the atmosphere was like there."

　"Last night, your beloved Havrgard suffered a defeat in Talros." Perlis narrowed her eyes.

　"This creates new problems and also motivates them to find solutions."

　Ikan gave the bowl to Carly and started to serve himself some rice.

　"A tribe can only thrive if it's constantly moving. If it becomes stagnant, it will start fighting among itself."

　"You're quite good at making excuses for not doing your job," Perlis said, picking up her bowl and taking a piece of stir-fried pork with chili peppers. "Let me ask you a question. Who is Kalina Havrgard? Your illegitimate daughter?"

　"Let's eat first." Icahn moved his chopsticks.

　“If you don’t tell me I won’t eat, why don’t you take your illegitimate daughter to eat?”

　"I don't have an illegitimate daughter..."

　Icahn scratched his head and smiled helplessly.

　"In principle, after I stopped observing the long river of fate, the three axles emerged from the riverbed of concepts and existed simultaneously in the past, present, and future. After this, if I interfere too much, He will suffer."

　"He has already suffered, killed by the Painter of the Strings." Perlis shrugged.

　"No," Ikan shook his head. "I said, He exists in the past, present, and future simultaneously. Through Him, the String Painter gained the ability to interfere with the Silver Tree, allowing him to kill Him in the past and present, but He cannot kill the Three-Wheel Axle of the future."

　"Don't change the subject. Who is Kalina Hafgard?" Perlis tortured decisively.

　She knew that if it were any other Havrgaard, even if he really met the incarnation of the King in the Ivory Tower and became aware of His existence, he would forget all these things as soon as possible and not disturb Him.

　That King observes everything in this world and should not be disturbed.

　But Pearlis is different.

　She just wanted to disturb Him.

　And disturb Him severely.

　"Well, to be honest, I did observe a little bit."

　Icahn raised his hands in surrender:

　"She was not born in Havrgard in the High Heavens, and I cannot observe the rest."

　"Is it really unobservable or is it just a lie?" Perlis narrowed her eyes. "Are you telling me riddles again?"

　"No," Ikan shook his head. "It's truly undetectable, because the authority she devoured was the Gray Flame."

　As soon as these words were spoken, Perlis immediately recalled the gray flames in Kalina's eyes that she had observed from the memory of the Central.

　The flames felt very dangerous to her, but there were not many things that could make her feel dangerous.

　"Gray Flame?" Perlis whispered.

　"I don't know where that authority originated, but I have a good idea of ​​the concept it represents."

　Icahn took the dipping sauce from Carly, thanked her, and then put the coconut chicken nuggets into the bowl to dip them.

　He took a sip, hmm... the kumquat juice, accompanied by sand ginger and light soy sauce, added a layer of flavor to the chicken, and it tasted great.

　"Its power is to devour."

　"Swallow?" Perlis frowned her delicate eyebrows.

　"It's a very pure concept, very close to your destruction." Icahn nodded. "Eat stir-fried pork with chili peppers."

　Perlis put the spicy pork she had been holding for a long time into her mouth, chewed it for a while, and nodded:

　“The fruit peppers are delicious.”

　"I know you don't like spicy food," Icahn smiled. "Kylena long ago devoured almost all the information and concepts related to herself. She's like an independent person from history. That's why we don't have any eyewitness records related to her before."

　"Even if there was, she has already devoured it," Carly said, "She has been hiding herself."

　“Yes,” Icahn nodded. “Like a ghost wandering outside of history.”

　"But she's not going to hide anymore. This means the Painter of the Strings' next move is imminent," Perlis said, taking another bite of the stir-fried pork with chili peppers. "The Painter of the Strings seems to be calling me a usurper."

　"That's not true. I saw you grow out of the sea of ​​flowers with my own eyes," Icahn waved his chopsticks. "You definitely don't have a twin sister left in the mud, and I just didn't notice."

　The truth that the String Painter told Kailina...seems far from the truth...

　What does He want to do? Where does Kylina come from?

　While thinking, a cold icy rain seemed to fall in front of Perlis's eyes, and the outline of the silver city was looming in the lightning.

　A ray of silver light came through the gaps between the raindrops, appearing and disappearing.

　Those were a pair of silver eyes.

　Laplace, what tricks do you have up your sleeve... Perlis whispered softly in her heart.

Chapter 690 Heaven (Part 2) -3k-

　In the basement deep in the manor, as the door slowly opened, Alianwen held her breath and suppressed all her emotions.

　After passing through the gate, what comes into view is the chimeric symbol of an ink bottle and an abstract flower - the logo of the High Heaven Court.

　Towering silver seats stood in the room, highest in the center and gradually lower around the perimeter.

　Gaozuo, the autonomous body of Gaotian City, is used to make decisions on some matters within the tribe.

　Most of the members of the High Seat are Havrgard with long experience. Time has taught them how to judge right from wrong and make decisions.

　At the highest point of the silver seat, the white-haired old man Hafgard lowered his eyes and looked at the young Arianwen and the captains of several other warships.

　Alianwen clenched her fist, raised her elbow, placed her fist across her forehead, and gave a standard military salute:

　"Commander-in-Chief of the Faun Star Fleet, Arianwen Havrgard, pays homage to the High Seat."

　The surrounding Hafgards saluted one after another, and the old man on the high seat nodded slightly:

　"We have read the briefing on the Battle of the Talros Planetary System. Unfortunately, the operation ultimately failed. The Starsmite's release of four memetic black holes is no longer justifiable. Once the light and dark torrents are disturbed and diverted, their home world, the Gelatinous Sea, will be the first to be affected."

　"It can be seen that they have completely fallen into the quagmire of Ancient God fanaticism."

　Ancient God Fanaticism refers to the behavior of a civilization that is influenced by the whispers and gazes of unspeakable beings and becomes driven into a frenzy, worshipping them as a beacon of their own development.

　They interpreted every unconscious action of the ancient gods as an "oracle" and used all the power of civilization to execute it.

　Since most of the actions of the ancient gods were illogical and meaningless, the oracles interpreted by these civilizations were mostly bizarre. For example, they suggested accelerating the death of the star in the mother world and letting it collapse into a black hole, thereby offering their own world as a "sacrifice" to the ancient gods.

　This kind of thing is ok, as it only harms one's own civilization, and some will even drag other civilizations into it.

　There are many such crazy civilizations in the universe, and they are also the more difficult to deal with: it is useless to reason with them, and destroying them is too inhumane.

　To label a civilization as "Old God Fanaticism", Aryanwen knew what it meant -

　--destroy.

　"I bear some responsibility for the destruction of the Destiny. I didn't calculate enough variables beforehand." Arianwen took two steps forward. "As the fleet commander-in-chief, I am willing to accept the punishment."

　At this moment, the woman on the high seat beside her raised her head, her blood-red eyes faintly visible among her white hair:

　"Alianwen, it's useless to blame yourself. Remember what I taught you?"

　"The noble bear the burden," Aryanwen said, looking up. "I remember, Mother."

　"Carry on with the Destiny," the woman nodded gently. "We don't intend to pursue any responsibility. While the Luper fleet rarely suffers defeats, this one wasn't caused by you."

　"In fact, what we are more concerned about is the variables of this war." The old man on the main seat nodded gently. "Kaylina Hafgard, this name has never appeared before."

　"We'll send an arbitrator to conduct a thorough investigation. You don't need to worry about this matter for now," the man on the other seat said softly. "Next, you have a more important mission."

　The old man sitting on the main seat tapped the seat lightly with his fingers, and red lines appeared in the air, quickly injecting information into everyone's mind.

　Arianwen closed her eyes, and what she saw was a gelatinous ocean with tiny stars floating in it.