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

　The huge tricycle hovered in front of Perlis, instantly filling her field of vision.

　Between the three wheels, three silver-white tributaries converged together and entangled into the shape of a giant tree.

　A flood of information followed—

　"!"

　Perlis suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from the sea of ​​concepts.

　Red lightning shot out from her body, and her mind was a little bit overwhelmed for a moment.

　"Shh...little white flower, it's okay, it's okay...shh..."

　Someone hugged her from behind, held her in his arms, gently stroked her head, and put his face against hers.

　The outlines of the constellations in Perlis's eyes gradually faded, and the red thunder around them also gradually subsided.

　She took a deep breath, finally regained her composure, and said softly:

　"I saw..."

　"Don't talk yet," Carly said softly, "calm down."

　""

　There are only two known beings in this world who can face the story strings.

　That is the essence of the world, the riverbed of concepts. All unspeakable things grow out of those distorted concepts and show their fangs and claws in the real universe.

　The pure white fireworks allow Perlis to see the string and peek into the truth hidden within it.

　But such a load is too heavy, so heavy that even Perlis can hardly bear it.

　As one of the very few beings who can fully control power, the relationship between Perlis and Pure White Fireworks is very delicate.

　Although Kali and her Entanglement Anchor allow her to maintain her personality normally, once her use of Pure White Fireworks crosses a certain line, even the Entanglement Anchor cannot pull her back.

　Therefore, Perlis rarely uses pure white fireworks to interfere with the world on a large scale, and tries her best to maintain a normal life.

　For example... eating, sleeping, taking public transportation, and going out normally instead of teleporting randomly...

　It doesn't take much effort to wash away a cantilever with white flames, but trying to extract the truth from the strings of a story is a completely different level of effort.

　Not only is it very consuming, it is also very dangerous.

　In theory, Perlis could risk her life to learn everything she desired from the StoryStrings.

　But the state of omniscience and omnipotence is completely contrary to human nature.

　"Actually, it's totally unnecessary," Carly gently stroked Perlis's head, "You don't have to take such a big risk..."

　"I want to minimize the number of trial and error attempts," Perlis whispered. "Think about Laplace... On his chessboard, the margin for error is slim..."

　Silver eyes, the windows are filled with rainstorms, cities, and tall towers.

　Perlis shook her head slightly to steady her unstable mind.

　"The third eye of the tricycle is within the core of the abyssal world of Undai. This is why, in their world, prophecies are hidden in the sea breeze—the Eye of the Fallen God constantly broadcasts prophecies."

　"He seemed to... intentionally convey this information to me. I learned some of the customs, religion, and language of the Salt People..."

　"If we can confirm it, then it will be easy," Carly nodded gently. "If the poet's words are true, as long as we find that eye, then we can find the String Painter."

　"But... there's a problem," Perlis rubbed her temple gently. "The coordinates of Undai have been monopolized... but not to the extent that even the Painter of the Strings doesn't know about it, right? One eye is with Xiaomo, and one is with Him. So why doesn't He hold the last eye himself? Not to mention that this means even greater power. If someone else finds the eye, His location will be exposed, right?"

　Could it be that... the String Painter has a way to avoid being exposed?

　"Um..."

　Carly frowned, thought quickly, and nodded:

　“Actually, I think the answer is not that difficult.”

　Perlis looked at Carly quietly, like a child waiting for the teacher to answer a question.

　"Remember what the poet said?" Carly gently poked Perlis's cheek with her finger. "...He exists in the past, present, and future simultaneously. Through Him, the String Painter gained the ability to interfere with the Silver Tree and was able to kill Him in the past and present, but He cannot kill the Three-Wheel Axle of the future..."

　"you mean..."

　Perlis' pupils shrank slightly, as if she had found the key.

　"...where is that eye located in the future?"

　"That's right," Carly nodded. "This might be related to the characteristics of that planet. In short, some reason prevents the String Painters from obtaining or destroying it. This seems to be the key to breaking the current situation."

　"Then go and ask."

　Perlis stood up and rubbed her wrist.

　"It's time to investigate Wundai, starting with the coordinates."

　"Don't go see Storystring again," Carly grabbed Perlis's wrist, "or I'll complain to the poet, okay?"

　"No, don't forget, I need to maintain my humanity."

　Perlis turned around and gave Carly a naughty and cute smile.

　"Although I'm not that smart, solving puzzles is something I'm good at."

　"Since Wundai is related to the three-wheeled axle, why not start investigating those believers in silver robes? They are everywhere on Luper Planet anyway, and they will definitely give us some useful information."

　Having said that, Perlis tilted her head again:

　"Carly, you don't think I'm some idiot who relies on pure white fireworks, do you? If I lose my spiritual intelligence, then I will really become an idiot."

　"Fool..."

　Carly pulled Pearlis back onto the bed and pinched her cheek.

　"Go tomorrow. Get some rest today. You've already seen Story String."

　"...Are you sure you want me to have a good rest by doing this?"

　"As for entertainment, I've been running around for a long time and haven't had a chance to rest yet."

　Carly gently hugged Perlis, took her to lie on the bed, and looked at her slightly tired eyes.

　Whenever the little white flower shows this expression, she looks as cute as a delicate little flower.

　Carly gently kissed the little flower. Outside the window, there was a gentle breeze.

Chapter 692 Heaven (Part 4) -3k-

　After resting for three days on the planet Luperca, Arianwen felt like she was reborn.

　Life here is very comfortable. Whatever you want to eat, a bird will deliver it to you. There is basically no congestion on the streets when you want to go out. People have smiles on their faces and don't show any signs of fatigue from the hustle and bustle of life.

　This is why many Hafgards come to Shepherd to settle down and retire in the later stages of their long careers.

　This is a gentle world.

　However, gentleness is only relative, especially in this crazy, chaotic box garden, where no sunshine lasts forever.

　Today, the drizzle of rain has visited Garden City, stirring up the fragrance of grass and trees, which permeates the mist.

　By the window, Arlianwen put on her military uniform, put on her hat, and straightened the badge on her chest.

　Looking directly at herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath and turned towards the door.

　Today is a day of silence for the Destiny.

　"We rarely lose a battle, thanks to the efforts of generations of Hafjargad scholars."

　"They are iterating powerful technology in the Golden City, developing our innate powers to the limit, and maintaining peace in the star regions under our protection."

　"We are rarely defeated in battle. On the one hand, this is because we are strong, and on the other hand, we rarely initiate aggression. Unless the enemy has reached a certain level of evil, we will never take the initiative to draw our swords."

　"But when true danger strikes, the sword of the High Heavens never wavers, even when the enemy's viciousness is beyond our prediction, and the chaotic galaxy is always vying to devour our fate."

　""

　Misty drizzle on the lawn.

　The raindrops hit the grass leaves, and the fragrance ripples.

　The raindrops hit the inscriptions on the stele, sliding down the red inscriptions on the silver alloy, outlining each name.

　Alianwen stood at the front of the queue, looking straight at the tombstones in front of her and listening to the priest's speech.

　"The entire crew of the Destiny bravely met their fate. Facing the sudden disaster, they never flinched and fought to the bitter end."

　"We cannot recover their remains. Everything about them was lost in the sea of ​​collapse and destruction of Talros, lost in time."

　“But the Ivory Tower will always remember them, just as we will always remember them.”

　Funeral music sounded from all around the venue, and a musician held a baton and manipulated a suspended silver instrument to play music.

　Alianwen took two steps forward, walked to the inscription, and reached out to touch its surface.

　A red halo was engraved on it, which were rows of names.

　Hedy Havrgard, captain of the HMS Destiny, a graduate of the same class as Arianwyn.

　To be honest, Aryanwen and Heidi's relationship was not that good. They had only participated in a few group assignments together and participated in military selections together. Their dormitories were separated by a wall.

　We can only say that we are acquaintances, not close friends.

　But Arianwen was deeply impressed by Hedi. The star fragment that the girl devoured after becoming Star Flame was called the Words of the Heart.

　Star fragments, fragments of authority, and lower levels, each Havrgard of the Star Flame level can devour one of them and gain additional power.

　Generally speaking, the Hafjargads who are away from home all year round will choose fragments that are more inclined towards combat. This will not only make them more efficient in performing their tasks, but also ensure their own safety.

　But Hedy is different. The power of the language of the heart is to "deconstruct the inner world and memories."

　Arlianwen remembered that afternoon, she and Hetty happened to go to the Ivory Tower together, and they met by chance when they were leaving.

　When they met, they started chatting. Alianwen still remembers that conversation:

　"Why did you choose Heart's Whisper? I remember your ambition seemed to be the Faun Fleet?"

　"Why...?" Hetty tapped her lips with her index finger. "Well... I heard that this fragment can dispel fear and help people find the beautiful part deep in their souls..."

　"This won't be much help for field work, will it?"

　"It's huge! Just imagine... if I became the captain..."

　Alianwen remembers that smile as bright as a flower:

　"I can... make the crew less afraid of facing the starry sea, can't I?"

　""

　Arianwen stared at the name on the inscription, and the scene on the bridge became vaguely visible.

　Kelina Halfgard pierced Hedi with her sword and executed her.

　The last thing Hetty did before she died was to send out the message.

　She died, like a speck of dust in the universe. The captain who spent her life comforting the crew was forever annihilated in the final storm of the Talros planetary system.

　Like a flood breaking through a dam, certain emotions belatedly surged into Arianwen's chest, and her throat began to burn.

　When Hetty died, her flow allowed her to block out her emotions.

　But during the short rest of the past few days, her death was replayed again and again in front of Arianwen's eyes, like a constantly drawn line, gradually outlining the bloody reality.

　Hedy Havrgaard was dead, the girl she didn't know very well, was dead.

　Disappeared.

　It turned into the patterns on the inscription.

　Rainwater flowed across the surface of the inscription, scratching her name as it would any indentation that had been naturally formed in the mountain wall over thousands of years.

　""

　Alianwen clenched her fists slightly, then slowly loosened them.

　She turned around, raised her fist to her forehead, and shouted:

　“May the soul rest in peace!”

　“May the soul rest in peace!”

　""

　While taking the oath, Arianwen looked across the crowd and saw the girl standing at the back of the formation.