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

　"We will raid the Star-Scorning people's home world, the Gelatinous Sea," the old man whispered. "They will pay the price for their interference with the torrent of light and darkness."

　As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone on the crew became solemn.

　Although Aryanwen had roughly guessed the next plan from the moment "Ancient God Fanaticism" was pointed out, when the High Seat actually announced this matter, her heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

　The conquest of the Mie Star Tribe will be the largest war the Shepherd Star Fleet has ever participated in.

　"The subsequent battle plan will be sent to everyone after the discussion. Arianwen, your fleet will serve as the vanguard to open the way."

　"High Seat, I have a request." Alianwen said.

　"Please speak, Arianwen," the woman said gently.

　"Pure White Flame has agreed that we will act together," Arianwen said. "Her target is the String Painter. If we want to deal with the Star-Scorning Tribe, that dormant Ancient God will inevitably become our enemy."

　For a moment, Kozue was silent.

　The woman thought for a long time before speaking softly:

　"Did Perlis Havrgard agree to your joining her?"

　"That's right." Arianwen nodded.

　"Last time we requested a meeting with her, she didn't respond," the man shook his head slightly. "That white meteor is beyond our jurisdiction, just like the once rebellious Holy Envoy of Heaven."

　Heretic?... Arianwen recalled Miss Perlis's conversation and found it difficult to associate this word with her.

　She raised her head and looked at the highest seat

　"How you become a vanguard is up to you," the old man nodded. "You are completely free to act. What we need is information about the outposts, so if following the Pure White Flame can help you complete your mission... then go ahead."

　"Thank you, Your Excellency." Alianwen nodded slightly.

　"Be safe, Arianwen," the woman whispered. "You have witnessed the fanaticism of the Starscorners firsthand. You know the kind of enemy we face."

　"I will, Mother."

　Alianwen saluted, and the others around her also saluted.

　The old man on the high seat nodded slightly. He lightly snapped his index finger, and the silver phantom of the high seat was disintegrated by the red electric arc, and the basement became empty again.

　"Looks like we have a lot of work to do," Arianwen breathed out. "A large-scale war... the Gelatinous Sea requires careful planning, even for us."

　"The High Commander doesn't seem to take that rule seriously. I'm a little worried," Adjutant Evadani frowned.

　"This means they have their own considerations," Alianwen said, "Don't worry, just do what we should do."

　Everything went more smoothly than expected, but the road ahead was not smooth.

　A big war, Arianwen knew what this meant.

　"Let's go back and rest first," Alianwen exhaled softly, "The Lupercalia Festival is being held outside. Take advantage of this week's holiday to relax."

　"I haven't been to a Lupercalia before."

　After finishing her meal, Perlis leaned back slightly in her chair, looking satisfied.

　Carly stroked her fur and pinched her face from time to time, her eyes full of love.

　Across from him, Ikan Geller watched this scene with a smile and said:

　"There's nothing interesting about the Lupercalia. At least I wouldn't go out of my way to participate in their sacrifices. It's too primitive."

　"You can't stop those survivors from offering sacrifices to the god who gave them this paradise," Perlis pointed out. "Besides, the Shepherd God is also your incarnation after all. Doesn't it feel good to be worshipped?"

　"What's so cool about that? I wish no one knew me," Icahn chuckled. "But you can go to the sacrificial site tonight. There's a lot of delicious food there, and there will be a lot of performances."

　"Think about it," Perlis raised her chin. "Okay, now tell me where I should go to find the String Painter."

　"Why are you torturing me again..." Icahn said helplessly, "Little Flower, I'm not an answer extractor."

　"You're the Riddler," Perlis pointed out accurately. "You're the one who created all the riddles, so you must know the corresponding solutions."

　"Why is this happening..." Ikan covered his forehead with his hands. "But, don't you want to focus on Kalina Havrgard first?"

　"No need. As long as I can find the Painter of Strings, she must appear." Perlis shook her head. "Instead of chasing her around like a fly, it's better to go directly to the Painter of Strings."

　"The idea is simple and crude, and the force is powerful enough to make bricks fly." Icahn nodded.

　"So," Perlis blinked, "where is the String Painter?"

　"I really can't help you with this. Since Yan Lu was involved in the destruction of Talros, she must have used her power of devouring to dispose of other related information long ago."

　Although Icahn said this, he reached out, grabbed a pen, and wrote a few words in the air.

　"But I do know where you should start your investigation."

　The words he wrote turned into a small scroll in the air. He grabbed it and threw it to Pearlis.

　Perlis grabbed the scroll, but didn't open it. She continued to stare at the poet:

　"where?"

　"Undae... Undae, the Land of Echoes, the Deep Sea. It has countless names, but they all point to a remote world."

　Icahn spits out character after character, each accompanied by a fleeting image.

　Perlis saw the sea, the roar of the storm, and heard the whispers from the abyss.

　"I've never heard of this world." Perlis said softly.

　“Because the information about it is monopolized,” Icahn nodded. “A literal monopoly.”

　"A remote world, yet information is monopolized..." Carly frowned and thought, "What kind of weight does it have?"

　"It's very simple."

　Icahn nodded towards Carly, then looked directly at Perlis:

　"Those who hear it from hearsay will say that the salt dwellers of Uendai can see visions of the future, which allows their civilization to survive in Uendai's dangerous ocean environment."

　"Those who know a little bit about the inside story will say that the clans of Undai, united by the Abyss Priests, guard the path of the ocean. Their priests can listen to the whispers in the Undai storms and make accurate predictions about the future. Therefore, they are also called the pilots of the storm."

　"Prophecy...?" Carly seemed to have grasped the key point. "A real prophecy?"

　"That's right, otherwise the information about Uendai wouldn't be monopolized."

　Ikan nodded and turned to look at Perlis.

　Looking into the poet's eyes, Perlis suddenly realized that there had been a riddle hidden in this conversation from the very beginning, and the answer to this riddle had already emerged.

　"Three-wheeled pivot," Perlis whispered softly, "His third eye."

　"His prophecy... can directly point to the location of the String Painter?"

Chapter 691 Heaven (Part 3) -3k-

　After leaving the manor, Alianwen and his group did not choose to take the shuttle boat, but walked on the streets of Garden City.

　The blue sky, the green patches that come into view, and the breeze mixed with the scent of grass lingering in the nose are very comfortable.

　Walking in such a city is purely a pleasure.

　It was afternoon at this time, and many residents on the street were already wearing flower and plant crowns. Some were dancing, and some were praying to the trees on the roadside, looking very pious.

　Shepherd, the god worshipped by Shepherd, created heaven and gave the people of this world a place to rest.

　He is one of the incarnations of the King in the ivory tower.

　"They're really pious..." Evadani muttered, "How about we go back and change into something too? And worship the trees along the roadside?"

　"You've been bathed in the glory of the ivory tower since you were a child, and you still lack this little bit of faith," Alianwen said helplessly, "But if you want to join in the fun, it doesn't matter. I'm going back to sleep..."

　At this time, three residents who looked particularly conspicuous walked by the roadside - they were wearing silver robes, and their expressions were solemn, as if they were in silence.

　Their presence on the street was like sand getting into the eyes, making people feel uncomfortable.

　"As expected, the followers of the Three-Wheeled Axle would choose to observe a moment of silence for their master on this day," Evadani sighed. "Honestly, it was the Painted Strings who killed their master, so why would they choose to observe a moment of silence on Lupercalia?"

　"It seems he is praying to the shepherd god, hoping that he will bring justice to his lord."

　Seeing that they were three believers wearing silver robes, Alianwen sighed.

　In this chaotic universe, the survival of life is a probabilistic event, so how can we talk about justice?

　"But they are indeed hard to like. Recently, they have become very territorial, and the lives of many ordinary residents have been disturbed by them..." said Eva Dani.

　"For example?" asked Arianwine.

　"Blocking streets, holding ceremonies, gathering together and whispering..." said Eva Dani.

　Like a cultist...

　""

　As she spoke, Alianwen saw a silver-robed believer kneeling down beside a tree on the roadside, clasping his hands together and praying.

　"Vkakla..." he whispered softly, "Great Faun, please plate his coffin with silver..."

　"He is the fulcrum of the giant silver tree... the axis of the three wheels..."

　"He is the bridge between the past, present and future, He is the prophet..."

　"Please sharpen the Lacquer God's blade once more... and let His divine punishment transcend time..."

　Vkakla, also known as Urke Shakara, the three-wheeled axle, the fallen ancient god.

　Alianwen had seen information about Him in the secret archives. Although there was not much information about Him, it was confirmed that He was an ancient god who was killed by the Painter of the Strings himself.

　The three wheels represent the past, present and future respectively, and the axis means that He connects the three wheels in the form of a giant silver-white tree.

　After the death of the ancient god, many of his survivors were taken to Shepherd Planet. They used to be able to predict the future and know everything, but because of the death of the ancient god, they lost the ability to see the future.

　Nowadays, most of them are crazy and can do nothing but pray.

　If the High Heaven loses its king in his ivory tower or its pure white flame, will we become like him?

　Looking at those praying silver-robed people, Arianwen felt a surge of pity in her heart.

　I hope they can find peace of mind soon... Alianwen thought in her heart.

　After leaving the poet's house, Perlis and Carly returned to their house on Luperca.

　Well, actually, it’s right next to the poet.

　As soon as she entered the room, Perlis went straight to the bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes.

　Carly helped close the door and looked at Perlis with some concern:

　"Are you sure you want to do this?"

　"I need to be more confident and take the initiative," Perlis said softly. "Don't worry, it's not a big risk, it's just necessary."

　Pure white flames ignited from Perlis's body, and constellation patterns gradually appeared in her eyes.

　The next second, a white light flashed, and Perlis "destroyed" the distance between herself and a supreme being.

　She was instantly suspended in a colorful void, illuminated by a rainbow glow.

　The sea of ​​concepts, the birthplace of all ancient existence.

　All concepts in the world were born from this. It is a river and also a well, remembering, distorting and creating everything in this world.

　This is history.

　""

　Perlis lowered her head and looked into the depths of the void, at the huge monster occupying the deep space.

　Countless gorgeous nebulae flowed from all directions, like colorful rivers, converging together in the deepest part of the abyss, entangled and twisted together, weaving into a colorful long line.

　That's a string.

　Story strings.

　White flames ignited in Perlis's eyes, her vision quickly narrowed, and the colorful light quickly engulfed her mind.

　"Uendai..." she whispered softly.

　story.

　She saw the sea, a blue sea, with salt farmers singing on the sea and the sound of storms roaring past.

　Through the whispers amidst the whistling sound, Perlis's vision gradually lowered, falling towards the boundless abyss.

　She heard whispers.

　Three wheels.