Al-Quds Avenue.
Black feathers, black mourning flags, and black flowers scattered all over the ground.
Mo Fan walked toward the end of the Holy City Avenue under the attention of countless people.
With the temple as the center of the city, there are seven holy city avenues. If you look down on this holy city from a height, you will find that the buildings in the holy city are densely packed and the buildings are standardized. The seven holy city avenues lead straight from the edge of the city to the glorious holy city. The temples meet at the perfect center point of the city, neatly dividing the entire holy city into fourteen areas, and all fourteen areas present a complete fan-shaped shape.
The Holy City is divided into the front city and the back city.
Qiancheng is the seventh district close to the Alps, and the only area entering the city is also in Qiancheng.
The avenue into the city also leads straight to the temple. When Mo Fan saw that the first avenue of the holy city was covered with black thorns and black rose leaves, he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face and said to the man who was escorting him. Archangel Lemuel said: "You still welcome me so grandly. I'm a bit flattered."
Lemuel was so angry that he blew his beard and said coldly: "This is to mourn Sariel, and it is also to bury you!"
"Archangel, don't you have that rule? Anyone who voluntarily recites the divine oath must accept the most fair trial in the Holy City. Before being convicted, I will still be green and white." Mo Fan looked serious. said.
"Do you think you can survive the trial!" Lemuel said.
"Well, from your tone, I feel that on the day of trial, you will definitely throw the black guilty stone at me without hesitation." Mo Fan sighed.
"Yes, you may be able to use all kinds of lies to deceive the world, but how Sariel died is very clear to all of us archangels. Do you know what it is to kill an archangel? You will be punished by the Holy Spirit. The city's most severe sanctions!" Lemuel said unceremoniously.
"The outcome of my trial is not decided by you alone." Mo Fan said.
"We all know what your fate will be. Let me remind you that the last person to receive such a trial was a Greek named Wentai." Lemuel said.
"It is an honor for me to be able to suffer the same unfair treatment as someone like that." Mo Fan replied.
"Don't talk nonsense. The reason why you will be executed is because we are fair enough. No matter your status, identity, or belief, our Holy City will never allow a heretic to survive in this world." Lemuel was very happy. A firm way.
Mo Fan stopped talking. There was no point in arguing with such a person.
There are no vehicles on the Holy City Avenue, everyone is on foot.
The priests were dressed luxuriously, including the Archangel Lemuel, who was dressed in purple-gold divine armor. Even the wings shone like metal and were majestic.
The scene was extremely spectacular, because this situation does not always happen in the Holy City. All pedestrians were forcibly driven to both sides, and only the clergy were walking on the clean and spacious First Avenue...
In fact, people's attention was not on these priests. They were looking at Mo Fan who was walking at the front.
They couldn't believe it. This demon who was rumored to have three heads and six arms looked like a very ordinary oriental man, and he didn't have the evil aura and bloody golden eyes that had been rumored a few days ago.
Clean short black hair, a pair of dark brown eyes, standard oriental facial features...
Mo Fan walked to the temple and recited the divine oath, so he didn't even need shackles.
Archangel Lemuel personally stood behind Mo Fan, his eyes almost never leaving.
And all the priests are even more vulnerable. They are observing their surroundings all the time, and they are always on guard.
Would a person who could kill Archangel Sariel really be captured like this? He was so arrogant and despised the Holy City, how could he really let them be escorted into the temple so easily?
There must be some change, there must be some conspiracy, there must be no slacking off, and we must be prepared for battle!
Continuing to walk forward on foot, both sides of the First Avenue in the Holy City were crowded with people. They did not dare to step into the road easily. They were also staring at Mo Fan, talking in fear while talking.
This process was very long, so long that when Mo Fan walked to the temple without any help, people all over the world knew the news.
The Altar of Saint Caesar in Australia, the Magic Castle of Cape Good Hope in Africa, St. Paul's Cathedral in Europe, and the Temple of Liberty in the Americas sent congratulatory messages one after another. It is probably because the death of Sariel really caused a sensation in all magic associations, and all the tribunals of the magic associations also immediately sent Mo. Anyone listed as the most senior, highest priority, and most dangerous wanted person.
From the continental level to the national level, and then to the national level, it was quickly conveyed to the major cities, and from the major cities to the local magic associations in local cities. For many years, no order has been issued so quickly, let alone such a high-level one. The order was revoked within just three days.
Mo Fan has really made all the magic associations panic in the past three days.
Of course, no magic association, including continental magic associations, are actually willing to take on this hot case. After all, that is a person who can kill Archangel Sariel. Who is wanted? Who dares to arrest him?
Mo Fan surrendered.
This is the best result!
The only one that did not directly issue a wanted order was the Asian Magic Association, and the Chinese Magic Association also tore up the wanted documents directly conveyed from the Holy City.
No matter how excited and discussed around the world, Mo Fan still walked towards the temple step by step under the eyes of everyone, on the first news reports of major countries, and on various live broadcast media, and finally disappeared from the Holy Inquisition Among the crowds of readers!
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Venice Water City.
A Gothic-style sanatorium is located against the mountain. It has a perfect view and can take in the beautiful evening of Venice.
Many people are admiring it, taking photos, and sighing. It has been a long time since they saw the sunset in Venice like this. It is so golden, so quiet, and so picturesque.
However, there was a woman sitting quietly on a chair, staring at a young man who was not far away, looking frivolous and funny, chatting with a long-legged nurse in a nursing home as if no one else was around.
"Mom, what are you looking at?" Zhao Youqian handed the plucked crystal grapes to the woman's mouth.
The woman shook her head, showing no intention of eating.
She smiled and said: "Man Yan was always like this before. When he saw a beautiful girl, he lost his soul, and then he ignored anyone who called him. He was the same when he was a child, only playing with good-looking older sisters, and only with beautiful girls. The cute little sister is talking...if he is still alive, he should be about the same age as that guy."
