The people of Anjiao Town were safe and sound, which was a blessing in disguise.
Unfortunately, the Council of Councilmen rejected the proposal to build a fortress. The military in the west had to withdraw from the fortress and assist the government in relocating the people living around the fortress.
Mofan knew how much effort the soldiers had put into the fortress, but the decision was not without reason. The Sandstorm Demon Locusts were much scarier than the humans had expected. They were different from the demon creatures that followed the rules and followed the rules. They were constantly improving, just like humans. He wondered what kind of intelligent leader the Sandstorm Demon Locusts had, to be able to find a new lease of life in the midst of destruction. If every species of demon creatures was like that, many human cities would have been destroyed. After all, even those who claimed to be the smartest were stuck at the same spot most of the time.
The fortress had begun to relocate. They would most likely be under the control of a city. Mofan did not pay much attention to the rest. He believed that with a soldier like Advisor Shao around, the people of Anjiao Town and the other towns would receive the greatest protection.
Mofan did not keep the Earth Pistil to himself. He gave it to Advisor Shao. Mofan did not dare to be greedy in front of a selfless person like her. However, something out of Mofan's control happened during the process. The energy that Shi Qianshou had replenished with the lives of others was accidentally absorbed by the Essence Orb.
The Essence Orb seemed to be particularly interested in the energy. Mofan could not stop it even if he wanted to. Luckily, Advisor Shao agreed that the energy had a strong grudge. She would find another way to recover the Earth Pistil.
The Essence Orb had replenished a third of its energy. It was a good thing for Mofan.
Mofan felt like his body had been hollowed out after he demonized. He would not be able to use the power of the Demon Element for a while. On top of that, the Holy Judgment Court had forbidden him from using the Heresy Judgment Court. Mofan really had to replenish the Essence Orb. Otherwise, if the people of the Black Vatican showed up, or Iza, who hated his guts, sent someone to kill him, he would not even have the chance to fight back.
Mofan was not worried that Iza would harm Xinxia. She had sworn an oath with her soul that she would not directly, indirectly, or instigate anyone to harm Xinxia. The other half of the contract was in the hands of Old Man Bao. If Iza did not want to be imprisoned for a thousand years, she would not do anything to harm Xinxia.
However, would Izisha really be willing to accept it? Mo Fan did not think so.
This woman's vitality was greatly damaged. Once she regained her power, the first person she would want to kill would be him.
Of course, there was also Salan.
Iza was out in the open, and she was being watched by the whole world. It was difficult for her to play any tricks in the dark. She would not be able to send someone strong.
However, Mo Fan was not so sure about Salan. He had removed all her fangs and claws in China. He was safe in China, but once he left the country, the vicious woman would surely try to take his life. She must know he would not be able to use the Demon Element for the time being. It was the perfect time for her to kill him.
"It's better if I don't leave the country before the Essence Orb is replenished. Mm …" Mofan was quite relieved when he saw the Essence Orb that was already a third full.
"(Sigh), I can't keep relying on the Demon Element. I should focus on improving my own strength. I was only lucky that I was able to kill Shi Qianshou. A Super Mage is still very strong. I bet I can go anywhere once I reach the Super Level. I won't have to worry about the Black and White Impermanence."
The Black and White Impermanence were the nicknames Mofan had given to Salan and Iza.
The Black Impermanence was none other than Salan. The White Impermanence was Iza. One of them was black, while the other was white. They had both written his name 'Mofan' on the first line of the first page of their Death Note.
The heavy snow was like a huge goose feather coat covering a small house by a cold lake. The wind poured into the windows and blew against the doors and windows. The frost froze the wood, and the creaking sounds continued, as if the house would collapse at any time.
The snowy wind hit a face that was as cold as a blade. She raised her hand and broke the icicles on the eaves at an extremely fast speed. Then, she stabbed the icicles into the knee of a man who was lying on the ground.
The icicles pierced the man's kneecap. The pain turned into a cry of agony echoing across the frozen lake.
"You're quite loyal to the Cold Prince, but it seems like you don't know much about me. Otherwise, why would you team up with your master against me?" The woman pulled a chair over and sat beside the man whose bleeding knee was soon frozen.
"Senior Salan, it's a misunderstanding. We didn't know she was related to you. We really didn't know!" the man screamed. His tears and snot were mixed together, but they were frozen too.
However, the man knew the pain was only the beginning. If he failed to satisfy the woman, he would be tortured a hundred times worse.
"I don't care if you want to use her. She has nothing to do with me, but I can't tolerate you using my name to do such a petty thing. So many people across the world are looking forward to my next masterpiece, yet you almost destroyed the reputation I've worked so hard to establish in China. Tell me what you know, and I might ask the Cold Prince to retrieve your corpse, "the woman took out a carving knife and began to carve her nails indifferently.
"I really don't know. The Cold Prince didn't tell me anything. Senior Salan, we didn't mean to offend you. We only wanted to control Iza and Parthenon!" the man who was crying out in fear said.
"Idiots, do you really think you can control Iza with your intellect? If she wanted you dead, do you think you would still be alive today?" Salan stomped on the top of the icicle.
"Senior Salan, I'm begging you, please let me go. I'm only following orders. The Cold Prince had no intention of setting you up!" the man's voice was trembling from the pain.
"Piss off. Ask the Cold Prince to give me what he took from the Sacred Hall of Liberty, and I'll spare his life!" Salan kicked the man's knee.
The man's knee broke immediately. He did not dare to stay in the hut any longer. He crawled out of the hut, as if he was afraid that the terrifying woman would change her mind.
The man left a long trail of blood on the frozen lake and gradually disappeared into the distance.
Salan was still sitting in the hut. The hut was empty, but she said, "What do you think?"
"I think the Cold Prince is trying to control Parthenon," a voice came from the shadows in the corner of the hut.
The man from before did not notice the person's presence. He could barely see the man's blurry silhouette in the shadows.
"You're oversimplifying the situation. The Cold Prince wouldn't dare to dig his own grave even if he was ten times braver, "Salan said.
"Are you saying that the Cold Prince has someone backing him up? But the Cold Prince is a Red Cardinal too. Who else can order him around?" the man in the shadows paused. "Are you saying that it's the Pope?"
Salan did not speak. She scratched the frozen surface of the table with her nails.
"But why would the Pope do that?"
"Because he realized that neither of us is under his control. Everything he's worked so hard for is slowly becoming a threat to him," Salan said calmly. Salan said indifferently, "He bestowed the name of Salan upon me, and then promoted that girl to the position of Saintess. In the end, the people are only kneeling before me. Ye Xinxia seems to have seen through his plan, too. "
"Even the Pope didn't expect Iza to come back to life, right?"
"Mm, she always likes to be the oriole. But it's great that she's alive. I'll keep her as my last delicacy. "
"What about the Pope? Since he's trying to get rid of you …"
"I already have the two Cardinal Stones. The Blood Stone Contract can't threaten me anymore. I believe he's going to express his goodwill to me. He's going to tell me that I'm the one he's most satisfied with among the seven Cardinals, and hint that I'm going to succeed him," Salan said.
"The Pope is indeed choosing a successor, isn't he?"
"Hmph, he thinks he can live for a thousand years. Even if he's lying in a coffin, he'll still hold onto his Pope's Blood Stone tightly. He doesn't want anyone to succeed him. He only wants to get rid of everyone who threatens his position," Salan said.
"Then what should we do?"
"He's been the Pope for a long time, but he's always living on his past achievements. But people are forgetful. No matter how terrible or tragic the past is, it won't take long for them to forget it," Salan said calmly.
"It'll take time to take down the Pope."
"He'll give himself away," Salan seemed to be very patient.
"By the way, the Saintess gave a speech a while ago. She publicly admitted her relationship with you, and swore to be your enemy," the man in the dark said.
"I'll be looking forward to it."
"You told me to protect her in secret, but I think someone did a better job than me," the man in the dark said.
"Her life or death has nothing to do with me. I'm just following the agreement and making sure she can live to twenty years old. Maybe next time, I'll let you kill her, "Salan said calmly.
"Your subordinate can't do that."
"Then I'll do it myself. Of course, there's no need to do that now. Just let her be a hindrance to Iza. "
"What about the Demon Element kid?"
"Don't leave him alive when you find the chance. He's a disaster. "
"Hehe, so there are people that master can't easily deal with."
When Salan heard the words of the person in the dark, she couldn't help but be stunned.
Wasn't everyone's life and death part of their plan? If they let someone live, that person's life was worth it. If they let someone die, it was time for them to die. Why wasn't Mo Fan part of the plan?
Perhaps it was because she had ten thousand ways to kill Mo Fan in the past. In the end, not only did he become a thorn in her side, but he also gradually became harder to deal with and kill. The feeling was getting stronger as time passed.
"His strength has increased at a terrifying rate. Who knows what kind of strength he'll have the next time we meet? We can't let him live," Salan replied.
"You're right. We must get rid of him before he reaches the Super Level, "the man in the dark said. To be continued …
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