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Sahara Red Sand Valley
The steep and long sand valley on the side facing the sun shows the rainbow of scorpions, and the magnificent colors add a bit of mystery to this desert.
The side hidden behind the light is more like a zone of nothingness. The sand ridge becomes the perfect dividing line, dividing the red sand dunes and the black sand valley into two worlds.
In the black sand valley, a dark-skinned woman, wrapped in a bright veil and golden silk clothes, was walking out of the dim world and stood on the sand ridge, facing the sun.
The light shone on her body, and the souls of the desert ghosts entangled around her disappeared in an instant. The strong wind blew on her body, lifting the golden silk clothes, and outlining a tall and slender figure. .
“Puff, puff, puff, puff~~~~~~~~” In the sky, a white parrot flew towards the black-skinned woman. The woman raised her arm slightly, allowing the white parrot to land on it.
"Dead, the holy shadow is dead. Someone killed the holy shadow. Someone killed the holy shadow. It is unforgivable and a heinous crime!" Bai Ying kept repeating this sentence.
"Fallen angel?" the dark-skinned woman asked.
"No, no, no, dead, the holy shadow is dead. Someone killed the holy shadow. It is an unforgivable and heinous crime!" Bai Ying continued.
"The Wraiths of the Sahara are dead, and they will not raise the desert fortress again in the short term. But they are just a group of scouts. There is a master deep in the Sahara who is spying on the land of mankind, and he will definitely take action in the next few decades... …Record these words of mine into the Crisis Scripture and include them in the angel mission documents." The dark-skinned woman said to the white parrot.
Bai Ying immediately repeated the woman's words.
"Okay, let's solve the matter at hand. What is the name of the dead holy shadow?" the dark-skinned woman asked.
"Saint Kage Katsuno."
"If they didn't do it, then who has the guts to murder the Holy Shadow? Hand over all the cases that Katsuno carried out to me. After returning to the Holy City, I will personally investigate this matter." The dark-skinned woman said .
"Wow!! Wow!! Behind you... behind you... it's so scary!!!" The white parrot suddenly flapped its wings in fright and almost fell directly into the sand.
The dark-skinned woman slowly turned around and stared at the half-black, half-red sand dunes. The huge and endless sand dunes were endless, but at the farthest point, a demonic figure gradually emerged. The demon shadow stepped on the red sandstorm, its eyes particularly shining in the crazy rolling sand roar, and the cyan lightning gave people a shocking feeling from a long distance away.
The white parrot was so frightened that he could not speak coherently, but the dark-skinned woman stood on the sand ridge without any fear at all.
"It seems that we will have to return to the Holy City later. The owners of Sahara don't want me to inform the outside world of their intentions." The dark-skinned woman said.
"Terrible! Terrible!"
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holy city
barren grass courtyard
Look up at the beautiful night sky.
Mo Fan started to miss the outside world for a while, especially when he was thinking about someone in his heart and didn't know how she was doing now.
Bocheng is a mountain city. At night, when you go to a place without urban light pollution and gaze at the night sky, the most beautiful appearance of the night sky will be displayed in front of you. Those stars shining like diamonds are so dense and seem within reach.
Mo Fan's freedom was restricted.
Then almost everything was restricted.
He can't contact anyone now, not even his hardest-working deliveryman Zu Xiangtian.
It seems that with the oppression brought by the Holy City, Mo Fan began to taste the taste of loneliness.
Day by day, the Holy City is also digging a curtain for itself day by day. Maybe it is because they are relatively heavy. They have to dig a big enough tomb to completely contain themselves, and then they can nail the sarcophagus firmly. build.
In fact, Mo Fan was not afraid.
He has been walking in the dark plane for a year, and he has almost adapted to the air there.
He just started to care about some people. As long as he recalled it a little, many people's faces would appear in front of his eyes. The more this happened, the less he could let his life down at will.
"Mo Fan, come to court." Shengying Brook shouted loudly.
Brooke is guarding the grassy yard almost 24 hours a day. Mo Fan can never see him, but Mo Fan knows that he is in the grassy yard and is always watching his every move. Even if he sneezes, he will report it. To Archangel Michael.
Michael has never appeared, and Mo Fan has not seen Michael until now.
But Michael was the most concerned about his own life and death, and Mo Fan even began to suspect that Michael was the mastermind of all this!
"Do I need to wear a suit?" Mo Fan asked.
"Whatever you want." Brooke looked at Mo Fan and said, "If you wear it yourself, it can save the undertaker some trouble."
"I'm going to court for trial, not the execution ground." Mo Fan said to Brooke.
"What's the difference? You clearly know that your death is coming, and those who oppose the Holy City have never been able to walk out alive." Brooke laughed at this time, showing the yellow teeth of an old smoker.
"I think the Holy City is against me." Mo Fan said.
"If you kill the wandering angels, no matter what the reason is, you will not survive. Think about it for yourself. The wandering angels are in charge of the human world. They are the most supreme, selfless and fearless people in the world. If you kill the wandering angels People can still stay in this world, so what is the Holy City?"
"The Holy City has been working hard for the continuation of mankind for thousands of years. The reason why modern magic is so brilliant and the reason why you can live comfortably in the city without being eaten by monsters is because of the Holy City. Because of the Holy City law."
"If you dare to break the laws of the Holy City, aren't you destroying the magical civilization of mankind for thousands of years? Are you not going against the Magic Association of the Five Continents? Are you not standing against all mankind?"
Brooke said a lot of words in one breath, and his words were even more filled with pride and pride as a member of the Holy City.
"Then what should I do? If it were you, for example, a certain wandering angel wanted to frame you and kill you, and would not hesitate to kill innocent people to force you to take action?" Mo Fan asked Brooke.
"It's very simple. You should not kill Sariel. Even if he uses the most vicious method, you should let him live. Even if you encounter injustice, you should keep his life. You have to hand him over The great Michael is here to deal with it. Only Michael has the power to kill other angels. You don't have it, and no one in the world has it. Only Michael, understand?" Brooke said in a lecturing tone.
Mo Fan smiled instead.
In the end, it’s still Michael!
Son of a bitch.
Versatile Mage
Versatile Mage
