The rain began to pour, and the flying flowers that flew high into the sky and finally fell were everywhere, mixed with the rain, and few of the wet petals were intact.
On the observatory, Yi Zhisha looked down with cold eyes, her whole person was like a soulless ghost, without a trace of life.
All the believers did not look in her direction, but looked at the girl and saluted her. This scene further represented that her entire plan had failed. She had not eradicated all the saints, and even the Parthenon soul had failed. did not receive.
The Parthenon Soul recognizes that girl. In ten years, the Parthenon Soul cannot accept any new owner. Yishiya does not have many ten years left!
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Under the sacred mountain, Duranke hid under a mountain pavilion in despair. He slumped against the pillars of the pavilion without a fulcrum, and his face was extremely ugly.
He has abused his power. There is no doubt that another priest from the Holy Inquisition Tribunal will arrive here soon and start to punish him, Duranke. If Izhisha does not protect him, he will have absolutely no way to survive.
But, can Yizhi really protect herself now?
The Parthenon spirit awakened, but gave the girl who they collectively judged to be Salan the goddess of resurrection. This was undoubtedly the most fatal counterattack against the authorities of their conspiracy. They might not even have a chance to stand up. .
How will the entire Parthenon question them! !
"Your Majesty, let's escape now. Yi Zhisha will definitely pretend not to know anything, but we have no chance of survival." Duran's personal guard said.
Duranke cheered up a little. His attendant was right. He could never sit here and wait for death. With Yizhisha's character, he would never admit suicide and admit that she was the mastermind of this matter. Escape was the best choice!
While everyone was worshiping, Durank immediately fled towards the Holy Mountain and towards the Mediterranean Sea.
Duranke still had some connections, and he firmly believed that he could escape this disaster and get back on his feet again soon.
Getting further and further away from the city, Duranke and his attendants could already see the waves of the Mediterranean Sea. The city and the sacred mountain had not yet returned to order. No one would pay attention to them at this time.
Feeling the wind blowing from the ocean, Durank couldn't help but look back at the city of Athens and the Holy Mountain.
"My lord, hurry up and leave," the attendant advised.
"I'm not willing to give in. I'm just a little bit away from controlling the sacred mountain. I can control not only the Acropolis of Athens, but also the entire European continent. But now I have to run away like a drowned dog!!" Duran Ke said fiercely.
Everything obviously went according to plan. The moment he finished casting the Dark Holy Judgment, Durank could smell the breath of victory. When they defeated Wen Tai, the sign of victory was also the Dark Holy Judgment. Who would have thought that the most powerful and most powerful The great Dark Holy Inquisitor actually failed, and he was defeated at the hands of a young man!
Who is that Mo Fan? Why does he have such terrifying power? What is the gift that allows him to take away the person Death wants from the Greek God of Death!
"But it has become like this. If you really don't want to run away in despair, my subordinates have an idea." The attendant said.
"What can you do? What can you do!" Duranke was stunned, staring at the guard who had followed him for fourteen years.
This guard has always been Duranke's confidant. His brain is not very good, but he can complete everything he is told to do to Durank's satisfaction. Durank is a little confused. This guy usually doesn't like to use his brain. There is still a good way when I am helpless?
The attendant came closer, looking a bit mysterious.
Duranke was a little impatient. Could this guy really have a good countermeasure?
So, Duranke got closer, but at this moment, a broken thorn made entirely of frost suddenly appeared in the guard's hand, and the broken thorn stabbed hard at his heart.
Duran Ke didn't have any precautions. Several of his other men had already fled when they saw that the situation was bad. They knew that he, Duran Ke, would be in trouble. Only this guard followed him and fled with him loyally, so Duranke trusted him even more, and even scolded all the other subordinates in his heart.
Unexpectedly, this guard looked stupid and willing to go through fire and water for him a second ago, but this second he showed a fierce look, and his face completely revealed his hatred and disgust for himself. It seemed that because of this The emotions had been buried in his heart for too long. When the guard stabbed Duranke in the heart, the guard's face was almost distorted with excitement and joy!
Since the entire dagger was made of ice, Durank did not die instantly like other deceased people. The coldness that penetrated his soul spread from his heart to his whole body.
Duranke looked at the attendant in disbelief. Until now, he still couldn't understand why.
"Ta! Ta! Ta!"
The thick high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound on the flat rock. Duran's body was hunched. From the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of icy feet that were almost connected to the calf position and the slowly becoming sharp high-heeled shoes. She stepped on those He walked slowly and slowly in front of him...
Duranke slowly raised his head and saw a sharp chin and a pair of eyes looking down without any emotion.
"I said I was going to do two things today, and the second was to take your life. Are you so forgetful?" A contemptuous laugh came down.
Duranke looked at the woman's face. This time, there was no black hood or black lace to block it. He could see her face clearly.
"It's...it's you!!" Duranke was shocked, but his emotional excitement made the passage of his life suddenly accelerate.
"No need to be so attached to this world. I have sent your family down below to wait for you. No one is left behind, including your most beloved illegitimate child." The woman said slowly.
When Duranke heard this, he went crazy and rushed towards this cruel woman desperately.
The woman didn't even retreat, and Durank couldn't even take a step forward. He fell down beside the heels of the woman's high shoes. He wanted to get up again, but he didn't have the slightest strength.
Duranke collapsed instantly, with snot mixed with tears. No one in the world knew that he had an illegitimate child. Duranke was quite disgusted with his daughters. He felt that none of them had inherited his wisdom and ability, only that one The unexpected discovery of the illegitimate child made Duranke instantly feel that his life after half a century was full of expectations. He had even begun to fight for him, so that he could slowly inherit his power...
Duran Ke also considered that if he failed, his child could still cover the sky with one hand in the future. But when he heard the information about his child from Salan's mouth, Duran Ke became a man. A walking dead! !
"Shi Qinghua, Essendel, you Duranke... I will put Yizhi Ya last." The woman spoke, her tone was more like whispering to herself.
Duranke was already a dead man. The coldness slowly took away his life. On the rocky seaside of this uncharted suburb, he was dressed in rags and filthy, with pain and despair on his face...
His body will be eroded by the sea breeze and exposed to the scorching sun here. Very few people will come here, so when someone finally discovers the existence of Duranke, they will only think that it is the body of a refugee, or it will be taken by someone. Just kick it into the sea, or let it stink here and be corroded by insects...
Duran once thought that when he died, he would be in a cathedral that was as grand as a national leader. Angel-like children dressed in white would sing for him. His descendants, relatives and friends would all wear the most luxurious funeral clothes to thank him for his service. For everything they do, countless officials and powerful people from various organizations will salute them and lower their flags!
It is definitely not like what it is now, running away, guilty, dying miserably, stinking, rotting, with the whole hall being slaughtered until no one is left!
"Thank you for your hard work these years." Salan glanced at the attendant whose hands were still stained with blood.
"Madam, the day he was persecuted by these people, I only lived for this one thing." The attendant said.
"Do you have any plans? If not, follow me." Salan said.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it. You killed too much. He actually didn't want you to do this. There are so many innocent people..." the attendant said seriously.
"The premise of everything I promised him is that he lives." Salan said.
"Why can that girl activate your bishop's blood stone? Could it be that she is..." the attendant asked seriously.
After killing Duranke, the attendant's eyes lost any vitality, but when he asked this question, a hint of expectation arose in his heart.
"If you want to follow her, then follow her, but there will come a day when we will be on opposite sides, and I will not be merciful at that time." Salan said lightly.
"You are right, she is not like you. I can see the shadow of the master in the calm way she treats the Dark Holy Order. This is fortunate." A trace of relief appeared on the attendant's face.
He knew how cruel and crazy the woman in front of him was. Fortunately, their daughter inherited almost all the temperament of another person. She was thin, gentle, and hoped from the bottom of her heart that everything would be as pure as the sun, instead of darkness and darkness. brutal.
"So, I didn't have anything to do with her many years ago."
"Did you abandon her?"
"Yes. She will show mercy to a little dragonfly all day long, and treat everyone with kindness and simplicity. This makes me feel disgusted and always reminds me of your extremely stupid master."
"Please don't say that about the master. He is the wisest man in the world."
"I told him that I would kill as many people as he saved after his death, but he still chose to die... He believed in fake good people, but did not believe in me, a real evil person. If not he is extremely stupid, so what?"
"Are you taking revenge on him?"
"The people who threw the black stones are already a group of dead people in my eyes, and the person I really hate is him."
"Madam, this is the last time I call you madam. After today, if I meet you, I will try my best to kill you."
"You may like it." (To be continued.)
