The rain began to pitter-patter. The petals that flew high up in the sky were scattered all over the ground, mixing with the rainwater. Not many of the wet petals were intact.
On the observatory, Izisha looked down coldly. She was like a soulless ghost. There was not a trace of life in her.
The believers were not looking in her direction. They were all looking at the girl and bowing to her. It meant her plan had failed. She had failed to eliminate the Saintesses, and she had failed to claim the Soul of the Parthenon Temple.
The Soul of the Parthenon Temple had acknowledged the girl. The Soul of the Parthenon Temple would not accept a new master within ten years. Iza did not have many years left!
…
Below the sacred mountain, Dulanc was hiding under a pavilion with a blank face. He had lost all his strength and was leaning against a pillar with a twisted expression.
There was no doubt that he had abused his authority. Another Clergyman of the Holy Judgment Court would soon arrive to punish him. If Izisha was not there to protect him, he would have no chance of surviving.
However, could Iza really protect him now?
The Soul of the Parthenon Temple had awakened, but it had granted the girl they had all deemed to be Salan the Goddess of Resurrection. It was clearly a deadly blow to the mastermind behind the conspiracy. They might not even have a chance to turn the tables.
How would the entire Parthenon Temple suspect them!?
"Magistrate, let's run for our lives now. Iza is going to pretend that she knows nothing, but we have no chance of surviving," Dulanc's bodyguard said.
Dulanc gathered his thoughts. His bodyguard was right. He could not afford to sit around and wait for his death. Knowing Iza's personality, she would not admit that she was the mastermind behind the conspiracy. Running for their lives was the best option!
Dulanc immediately fled to the sacred mountain and the Mediterranean Sea while the people were still bowing to the goddess.
Dulanc still had some connections. He believed he could survive the disaster. He would slowly rise again in no time.
They were getting further and further away from the city. Dulanc and his servants could already see the waves of the Mediterranean Sea. The city and the Sacred Mountain had yet to regain their order, so no one would care about them.
Sensing the wind blowing from the ocean, Dulanc turned around and glanced at the City of Athens and the Sacred Mountain.
"Sir, let's leave quickly." The attendant advised.
"I can't accept this, I was so close to controlling the sacred mountain. Not only would I be able to control the Citadel of Athens, I would be able to control the entire European continent, yet I have to run away like a drowning dog!" Dulanc snarled.
Everything was going according to plan. Dulanc could already smell the scent of victory as soon as he cast the Dark Holy Judgment. When they defeated Wen Tai, the sign of victory was the Dark Holy Judgment. Who would have thought the strongest Dark Holy Judgment would be defeated by a young man!
Who was this Mofan? Why did he have such terrifying power? What kind of blessing did he have that allowed him to snatch the person the Greek God of Death wanted?!
"But it's already like this. If you don't want to run away with your tail between your legs, I have a way," the servant said.
"You have a plan? What plan do you have!? "Dulanc was startled. He looked at the attendant who had been following him for fourteen years.
The guard had always been Dulanc's right-hand man. Although he was not very smart, he was able to complete the tasks that Dulanc ordered him to do. Dulanc was a little confused. How did the man who did not like to use his brain come up with such a good idea when he was at his wit's end?
The attendant moved closer, appearing somewhat mysterious.
Dulanc started to get anxious. Could it be that this guy really has a good plan?
Dulanc moved closer to the guard, but a broken spike made of frost suddenly appeared in the guard's hand. The broken spike was aimed at Dulanc's heart.
Dulanc was caught off guard. His men had already run away when they realized the situation was not in their favor. They knew Dulanc was in great danger. Only the attendant was loyal enough to run away with him. As such, Dulanc trusted the attendant even more. He cursed his men in his heart.
To his surprise, the attendant, who was acting like he was willing to go through hell for Dulanc a second ago, suddenly had a murderous look on his face. His hatred and disgust toward Dulanc were clearly displayed on his face. It seemed like he had been hiding his emotions for a long time. When the attendant stabbed Dulanc's heart, his face twisted with joy!
As the dagger was made of frost, Dulanc did not die instantly like the others. The icy sensation spread from his heart to his entire body.
Dulanc stared at the attendant in disbelief. He still could not understand why the man was acting like this.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A pair of heavy heels clanked loudly on the ground. Dulanc's body was hunched over. He saw a pair of icy feet slowly merging with the heels. She slowly walked up to him …
Dulanc slowly raised his head. He saw a sharp chin and a pair of emotionless eyes looking down at him.
"I told you that I'm going to do two things today. The second thing is to take your life. Are you really that forgetful?" the woman chuckled disdainfully.
Dulanc stared at the woman's face. This time, he could clearly see her face without the black hat and black lace covering her face.
"It's … it's you!" Dulanc's face turned pale. His agitated emotions were causing him to lose his life at a faster pace.
"Don't be so attached to this world. I've already sent your family down to wait for you. None of them are left behind, including your beloved bastard son," the woman said.
Dulanc lost his mind when he heard the words. He lunged at the cruel woman recklessly.
The woman did not back away. Dulanc could not even take a step forward. He fell to the ground beside the woman's heels. He tried to rise to his feet, but he did not have the strength to do so.
Dulanc broke down instantly. His tears and snot were mixed with tears. No one knew he had a bastard son. Dulanc was disgusted by his daughters, as he felt none of them had inherited his wisdom and capabilities. Only his bastard son, whom he had found by accident, made Dulanc look forward to his life after half a century. He even started paving the way for his son, so his son could slowly inherit his power …
Dulanc did consider the possibility that his child would still be able to dominate the world in the future if the plan failed. However, when he heard the news about his child from Salan, he felt like he was a walking corpse!
"Shi Qinghua, Essendale, you, Dulanc … I'll put Iza last," the woman murmured. She sounded like she was murmuring to herself.
Dulanc was already a dead man. The coldness was slowly taking his life away. His clothes were tattered, and his face was filled with pain and despair …
His body would be corroded by the sea breeze and scorched by the scorching sun. Not many people would come here. When someone finally discovered Dulanc's body, they would only assume it was the body of a refugee. They would either simply kick it into the sea, or leave it to rot and be corroded by the insects …
Dulanc once thought that he would die in a church as grand as a country's leader. Children in white outfits would sing for him like angels. His descendants and friends would wear the most luxurious funeral gowns to thank him for everything he had done for them. Countless officials and the authorities of various organizations would pay their respects to him, and the flag would be lowered!
It would not be like what he was seeing now, fleeing for his life, bearing the blame, dying a horrible death, rotting away, and being massacred!
"It's been hard on you all these years," Salan glanced at the servant whose hands were still stained with blood.
"Madam, this is the only thing I've been living for since the day he was harmed by these people," the servant said.
"Do you have any plans? If not, you can follow me," Salan said.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it. You've killed too many people. He didn't want you to do it, there were so many innocent people … "the servant said seriously.
"I promised him everything, as long as he's still alive," Salan said.
"Why is that girl able to activate your Cardinal Blood Stone? Is she …" the servant asked seriously.
After killing Dulanc, the servant's eyes no longer showed any sign of life. However, when he asked the question, his heart was filled with anticipation.
"You can follow her if you want, but one day, we'll be on opposing sides. I won't go easy on you," Salan said calmly.
"You're right, she's not like you. I can see master's shadow in her calmness when she's facing the Dark Saint Spear. It's fortunate," the servant said with relief.
He knew how cruel and crazy the woman in front of him was. Fortunately, their daughter had inherited almost all of the other person's temperament. Indifferent, gentle, and from the bottom of her heart, she hoped that everything would be so pure under the sun, and not dark and savage.
"Therefore, I've had nothing to do with her since a long time ago."
"Did you abandon her?"
"Yes. She would pity a little dragonfly for an entire day. She's so friendly and pure to everyone. I'm disgusted by it. It always reminds me of your stupid master. "
"Please don't say that about my master. He's the wisest person in the world."
"I told him that I'll kill as many people as he saved after he died, but he still chose to die … he believed a fake good person, but not a real evil person like me. Isn't that stupid?"
"Are you taking revenge on him?"
"The people who cast the black Stone are already dead in my eyes. He's the one I really hate."
"Madam, this is the last time I'm calling you madam. If we meet again today, I'll do everything I can to take your life."
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