"Gah!!!"
Finally, Sariel's head was separated from his body. Mo Fan was like picking up a melon from the field. He took a look at it and thought it was not good, so he threw it aside.
Sariel's body was still twitching.
Mo Fan squatted beside him and observed for a while to prevent the Archangel from having any magical power to resurrect with full health on the spot.
Mo Fan waited until Sariel was completely dead before leaving with satisfaction.
Mo Fan walked towards Lingling and immediately saw Lingling's hands that were almost purple from the cold.
Pulling Lingling's little hand over and holding it, a gentle warmth immediately spread, gradually eliminating the remaining cold breath on Lingling's body.
After a few minutes, some color finally returned to Lingling's colorless cheeks.
Looking at Lingling's little face, Mo Fan felt extremely complicated.
Lingling was indeed not an ordinary girl. Even the forbidden magicians in Osaka did not dare to come near this place, but Lingling came and pulled herself back from the hell gate in front of Sariel.
"What if Sariel still has the strength? He can kill you with just a snap of his fingers. Don't do such stupid things in the future." Mo Fan said with some distress.
Lingling was so courageous. He was a killing angel. Mo Fan, the newly promoted evil god, almost died in his hands.
"It's better to take a gamble than wait for the result." Lingling said.
"Yes, we made the right bet, but we didn't win. What should we do next?" Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief. This breath was not a feeling of rejoicing after a near miss, but knowing the real danger. just started.
"We have no way to retreat." Lingling said.
"Us?" Mo Fan heard Lingling's words and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub Lingling's cheek and said, "It's not us, it's me. Do you want to follow me and overthrow the Holy City, little girl?" Can’t do it?”
"Don't even think about leaving me." Lingling slapped Mo Fan's hand away and said fiercely.
"I have not left anyone behind. I have my own plans. You go back and study hard. I now find that magic cannot change the world, only knowledge can." Mo Fan said to Lingling.
"What's the plan??" Lingling was a little panicked, she vaguely guessed something.
"I need time, and I can't start a war with the Holy City now. So I decided to go to the Holy City and give them a chance to judge me, so that I can get enough time." Mo Fan said to Lingling.
"You're going to give it away, they won't treat you fairly!" Lingling said angrily.
"Lingling, don't completely deny everything because of a scumbag angel. How do you know that the Holy City and the entire ruling class are really hopeless? Even if it is really hopeless, if I continue to fight, in the end..." Mo Fan wanted to persuade Lingling.
"You just don't want to involve us. That's what you think. I'm not a child." Lingling said excitedly.
"I don't treat you like a child. You have always been smarter than anyone else and can see the situation clearly than anyone else." Mo Fan said.
"You chose to go to the Holy City to be judged because you wanted to protect others, but you have to understand that everyone you want to protect in your heart will definitely be willing to go through fire and water for you when your life and death are at stake!" Lingling suddenly shouted to Mo Fan. Come on.
Everyone you want to protect will be willing to go through fire and water for you...
For some reason, Mo Fan felt his whole body warm up after hearing these words!
"If this is really the case, I, Mo Fan, will not live my life in vain." Mo Fan did not expect that Lingling would say such touching words, and couldn't help but reach out and hug her.
"So you will still surrender, right?" Lingling's little head was buried in Mo Fan's arms, but she still asked this sentence.
"It's not about surrendering. We all need time." Mo Fan said.
"Can……"
Lingling's words came to her lips, but she suddenly felt a small suffocation feeling. Mo Fan's hug tightened, as if a gentle hug could not leave a deep impression on her memory.
However, in Lingling's view, this was more like another form of farewell.
Lingling didn't dare to speak anymore and was immersed in it.
It was better than not being mentally prepared at all. Lingling finally let go of all the restlessness in her heart.
"I like……"
"You're still young, don't say such things."
"I love the days when I hunt monsters with you."
"Oh, oh, oh..."
…
…
The western foothills of the Alps are a vast wilderness nourished by the cleanest ice and snow water in the world, but there is a glorious and ancient city standing on this land.
Walking here is like traveling through time and space, returning to the prosperous era of Europe, with tall city walls, ancient city gates, and clear rivers of ice and snow.
The buildings in the city are exquisite, the streets are spotless, and some colorful magic enchantments are like phantom veils gently covering this noble lady in the Holy City, making her even more beautiful.
This is a city of miracles. It attracts countless tourists every year because of its special style. However, it is also a city of faith and the supreme faith of all practicing magicians. The road to magic practice is so difficult and long. It's so boring and painful, but the thought of having a place in this holy city seems to be full of power...
The Holy City is full of colors, especially gold that represents sacredness, rose gold that represents femininity, white sand gold that represents purity, and brown gold that represents majesty.
But for some reason, the Holy City today is filled with another color, that is black, the black of death mourning, a symbol of black that can be seen everywhere.
The black ones are covered with feathers on the street corners.
Black cloth flag.
Believers in the Holy City dressed in black monks were walking slowly. They were holding a black Holy Grail in their hands, using willow branches to dip the clean water inside, and sprinkled it on the road with special significance...
It's a ritual.
The Holy City is in mourning. Only people at the Archangel level of the Holy City pass away will see such an extremely solemn scene!
"He died for us."
"Sariye's name will be written on the majestic monument of the Holy Peak in the Alps."
"We will bear this in mind and will definitely bring that devil to justice!!"
"We will find the ends of the earth, we will pursue his evil aura, and we will never give up until he is captured and sentenced to death to pray for the heroic soul of Archangel Sariel!"
Above the city gate, Archangel Lemuel swore to the sky in his loudest voice.
On the bridge into the city where people were coming and going, people lowered their heads and hardly dared to talk or discuss casually.
Just three days ago, a shocking news spread around the world. Sariel, one of the archangels who patrolled the world, was beheaded and died tragically in Japan.
The murderer is none other than Mo Fan!
Today is the day when the entire Holy City mourns for it. Those mages who step into the Holy City can feel the anger of the entire Holy City. The supreme divine authority of the Holy City has never been trampled like this in many years! !
"You don't have to chase me to the ends of the earth, I'm right here."
Archangel Lemuel's oath was still echoing. Suddenly, in front of the city gate, a man took off his hood, and then stood with his hands in his pockets in the sight of many holy city clergy!
"Mo...Mo Fan!!"
"Mo Fan!!!"
"It's that evil god!!!!"
"No, it's the devil!!!"
The crowd was frightened and fled in all directions, and the expressions on the faces of the clergymen and archangels who were mourning Sariel in the Holy City were even more indescribable!
