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

　She failed to board the starship, or rather, she used "devouring" to hide herself.

　There is not much difference. If Hafgard can completely erase herself from history, even Perlis will find it difficult to find her if she wants to hide.

　She is very strong... whether it is combat ability... experience... skills, Perlis feels that she is not inferior to her at all.

　The only thing they are weak in is the power of authority, but in the narrow gap between the torrent of light and darkness, Kalina can use authority, while Perlis cannot use pure white flames.

　It's like a designed trap, a natural graveyard.

　""

　Perlis flicked the butterfly knife lightly and spread her senses once again.

　She could sense that a transport ship had taken off from a base not far away and was heading towards them.

　Hmm... I got separated from Arianwen and the others, so I'll have to act on my own for now.

　Find the One-Eyed Raven and end the civil war.

　Thinking of this, Perlis began to walk in the basin, her pure white hair sparkling like a crystal in the sea of ​​sand amidst the vast gray.

　"Alianwen..."

　"Alianwen!"

　"Wake up..."

　“Ah…”

　Arianwen stood up suddenly, feeling dizzy.

　She covered her chest and gasped for breath, forcing herself to calm down.

　"Crackling..."

　Red arcs of electricity danced across her body, quickly repairing her wounds.

　The first thing that caught my eye was Ikason's face.

　"Have we landed yet?" Arianwen struggled to get up.

　"Don't worry, you were right in front, so your internal organs were damaged to some extent," Ikason pushed her back, "We landed successfully."

　"Ha...it seems I made the right choice when I first chose the Star Fragment..."

　"Don't talk, concentrate on repairing your body," Ikason said, "If anything happens to you, Eva Dani will scold me to death."

　"Huh...? Eva Dani...?"

　"Stop talking."

　Aryanwen stopped talking, closed her eyes, and concentrated on repairing her body.

　Soon, she felt her internal organs repaired, and Ikason reached out and pulled her to her feet.

　"What were the casualties?"

　"Two brothers have some scratches, they are all minor problems. Your landing was very smooth." Ikason said.

　"Where are they?" asked Arianwen.

　Ikason didn't say anything, but motioned for her to turn around.

　Arianwen turned her head and saw outside the porthole that the guards were guarding the shuttle, forming a circle.

　Opposite them, a dark mass of figures in tattered robes filled the entire field of vision.

　In their hands, they were holding something like a copper pipe or a strangely shaped sharp object, and their faces were blurry and invisible under the hoods.

　"He comes with bad intentions..." Alianwen murmured.

　It looked like the shuttle had landed in a factory-like area.

　Green liquid flows in huge copper pipes, which are spread throughout the space, crisscrossing like the blood vessels of a giant beast.

　"This isn't good," Arianwen murmured. "Have you tried to communicate?"

　"We tried, but they don't seem to understand the Common Language very well," Ikason shook his head. "However, they don't seem to have any intention of attacking us. They just surrounded us tightly."

　Judging from the memory before the crash, this should be in the lower area of ​​the starship.

　According to intelligence, the entire Star Crossing Alliance is currently in a state of rebellion, with intense conflict between the upper and lower levels.

　As long as it can be explained clearly, it should not escalate into a violent conflict.

　After all, Hafgard's face is a pass in the universe.

　"Let's go," Arianwen whispered. "Be cautious. We don't know these people's intentions or positions yet. If they are from the One-Eyed Crow, our presence may provoke a bad reaction."

　"Don't worry, now is the time for the Guards to work," said Ikason.

　The two walked to the back of the cabin together and got off the ship through the emergency exit on the side.

　Arianwen walked through the circle of the Guards and walked towards the ragged refugees.

　"We are Havrgard of the High Heavens," Arianwen said. "Can anyone among you speak the Common Tongue? We mean no harm."

　Beside her, Ikason's eyes swept across gently, alert to the riot that might break out at any time.

　After Alianwen appeared, there was a clear murmur among the crowd.

　Apparently, they recognized Hafgard's features.

　The crowd stirred, as if someone were moving through it, accompanied by murmurs of surprise.

　"Mokada!" Alianwen heard someone shouting.

　"Mokada! Mokada!"

　She stared at the passage that the crowd gradually made way for, and soon saw a young man in a dark blue robe walking towards her.

　The ragged residents put aside their wildness the moment he appeared, and followed him with pious eyes.

　The boy walked through the crowd and came in front of Alianwen.

　He took off his hood, revealing his neat short black hair and eyes as deep as the ocean.

　He has a handsome face, with soft features but a hint of edge, like a classical prince.

　On his forehead, Aryanwen saw an eye drawn in blue paint.

　The symbol of the Three-Wheel Pivot Religion, he is a believer in the Three-Wheel Pivot.

　And he is of a high status.

　""

　The boy looked at Arianwen for a while, then turned to Ikasen who was not far behind her.

　Then, he spoke in standard Common:

　"You claim to be Havrgard, prove it to me."

　Arianwen swung her hand, and a red arc of electricity flashed, scaring the refugees into murmuring.

　The young man obviously knew what this meant. There was no other being besides Hafgard that could drive the existence of the upper realm.

　"It seems we have the friendliest guests in the galaxy."

　The boy stretched out his hand towards Arianwen with a faint smile on his face.

　"I am Raja Pratap, Moksada of the Brass Fork."

　"Or to use a more familiar name, I am the leader of the Freedom Alliance."

　Alianwen held the boy's hand, feeling the deep strength in his hand, nodded slightly and said:

　"I am Arianwen, Arianwen Halfgard."

　"Nice to meet you."

Chapter 702 Moksada and His Scepter (Part 6) -4k-

　Upper deck.

　The transport plane slowly flew over the rugged mountains and hovered over the basin.

　Searchlights shone on the crash wreckage on the ground, and radar scanned the terrain.

　"Ground, we have arrived at the designated location."

　In the cockpit, the pilot called the ground.

　However, only bursts of noise came from the communication channel.

　"ground?"

　At this moment, he heard the cabin door behind him open.

　The pilot turned around and saw a girl with white hair and red eyes standing at the cabin door, with constellation totems flashing in her eyes.

　Before he could speak, a silver fragment pierced his throat and took his life.

　Perlis reached out and pressed the back of his head, and a dark halo flowed into his body, taking over his flesh and blood.

　"Carly, it's up to you." said Perlis.

　"no problem."

　A dark bird stood on Perlis's shoulder and took over the puppet.

　"Let me see...Okay, we've found the base's coordinates. Shall we just fly there?"

　"Fly over there."

　Perlis turned around, looked at the corpse of a soldier in a cabin, and shook her head slightly.

　The soldiers on the starship are very weak.

　In other words, the Tuki faction, which is Odin Sharma's gang, is very weak.

　Before the transport plane crossed the basin, Perlis was waiting at a commanding height on the edge of the basin.

　At the moment when the transport plane was approaching its highest point, Perlis jumped up and landed on the transport plane with a decent jumping ability.

　She tore open the hatch with relative ease, then dispatched all the soldiers with ease.

　"Wow, the base is quite large," Carly's voice rang in Perlis's ears, "It's big enough to start a full-scale war on the upper deck."

　"What a bizarre civilization," Perlis nodded. "The entire upper deck is as large as three or four cities on Luperca."

　"However, according to the database, there's no information about any large settlements on the upper deck," Carly said thoughtfully. "Well, it's probably due to environmental factors. Like many satellites, this place is constantly bombarded by meteorites, and there are still a lot of stellar fragments orbiting in orbit. From time to time, you can see romantic meteor showers."

　The harsh environment was Perlis's first impression of the starship.

　At this time, a call from the base came over the radio:

　"...Please reply if you received it. Do you want to recycle the goods? Please reply if you received it..."

　"The goods have been recovered," Carly said, controlling the black puppet. "Guys, you can't imagine what we found. Genuine Star-Scorning technology!"

　"Is that okay?" Perlis whispered.

　"They love technology from foreign races the most, especially advanced civilizations like the Star-Scorning Tribe," Carly said. "Just watch, they're about to get excited."

　Sure enough, after Carly finished speaking, an excited voice came from the other end of the communication channel:

　"This is what sets us apart from those despicable bastards. Ha! The Star-Smiting Tribe's ship, those bastards will eventually fall into our hands. Looks like we're going to have some fun again!"

　"We'll reach the base in fifteen minutes," the black puppet said. "Wait for the fun, guys."

　After saying that, Perlis stopped talking and silently calculated the arrival time.

　"Do you want me to help you make a plan?" Carly asked.

　"No need," Perlis shook her head. "I'll rush in, take care of them, find Odin Sharma, and come out."

　Simple and straightforward plan.

　""

　In the distance, the muzzle of the giant cannon has cooled down, and a huge star ring flows in the darkness, with a few faint stars occasionally lighting up.

　Under the black starry sky, a strange civilization slowly unfolded before Perlis.

　Engine area - lower hull.

　Led by their leader Raja Pratap, Aryanwam and his group arrived at the only decent place in the factory.