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Hall of the Goddess of Parthenon
Flying flowers drenched by the rain were circling around the peak. The green stamens of the flowers were cut into countless pieces by the wind, dancing helplessly without any direction. It was impossible to tell when they would fall to the ground …
The clouds were very low. The entire city of Athens had lost its light. The towers, art houses, and churches that were normally painted with colors had all turned gray. The peak of the Goddess was about to touch the clouds. [Love ↑ Little ↑ Little ↑ Say ↑ Little.
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Tata was standing in the pavilion of Athens with white curtains. The curtains danced in the wind like a woman's dress. She was at a loss as she looked at the candidate from the East. She had no idea how to comfort her.
Tata had been with the Saintess for quite some time. No matter how many people doubted her, looked down on her, or were in a difficult situation, she would never become so emotional. There was only one thing that would turn her into an ordinary girl-next-door, panicking, worrying, and letting her thoughts run wild.
"I've met him. He's not someone who would leave his life in the hands of fate. I told you that he'll live for a very long time. Do you still remember? You don't have to worry about him," Tata said after a long pause. She sounded a little superstitious.
"He used to joke with me about a different world. He told me that there were no demon creatures in that world, and that people learned things that are now considered superstitions. The people there used their knowledge to change their lives … who was the one who invented magic, the destruction, and the ability to control the death of others …" Xinxia asked.
Xinxia had started to yearn for the world that Mofan had mentioned. However, to her dismay, it was only a story that Mofan had made up to make her happy. No matter how truthful his words were, no matter how he described the place as if he had been there, what he was doing now was completely contrary to the comfort of the place. He was always wandering between life and death, he was always fighting, from fighting against poverty and humility in the past to fighting against the incomparably cruel Black Vatican demons now …
He said that he cherished his little life the most. If he couldn't win, he would definitely run away without looking back. But what was he doing now? In the past, when she wasn't by his side, as long as she saw him return safely, she would automatically ignore the entire process. Just like during the Calamity of Bo City, when she was hiding in the freezer, she could only see him in front of her, but she couldn't see how he passed through the city filled with Magical Beasts, how many dangers he experienced, how many Magical Beasts chased after him …
Now that Xinxia was sharing the same heart with Little Flame Belle, she could clearly sense his aura, his strength, and his weakness. She could even capture some of his emotions, be it anger, joy, or unwillingness …
Mo Fan's aura was extremely weak. It was worse than when he was fighting Bei Jiang. Even Little Flame Belle was worn out from the battle.
He was still alive, but Xinxia could tell that he was lying in a pile of corpses. He was so exhausted that he could not even move his body. If the Black Vatican showed up again, he was surely going to die.
How could Xinxia not be worried?
However, Xinxia had no idea where he was.
Tata thought it was meaningless for her to worry about Mo Fan. She tried to distract Mo Fan with something else and said, "Our people have investigated it. Iza's resurrection isn't related to the Parthenon's Art of Resurrection. I've been sensing a strange aura around her for a long time. If I'm not mistaken, her resurrection might be related to the Pharaoh Spring. Didn't the Egyptian team show off their strength in the World College Tournament? The Pharaoh Spring is the reason why the undead are able to summon them endlessly. Iza must have used some kind of sorcery from the Egyptian team. "
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Dust kept rolling up. Many loess lands, after being whipped by the wind for a period of time, would expose the hard soil and edges. After being polished by the years, they would become rocks, the Gobi Desert, and other hard lands … …
After the dust was swept away, the hard earth looked like a bumpy rock from afar. It covered the vast and boundless land of the Northern Frontier. Smears of bright red blood were smeared on it. No matter how hard the wind blew, the blood slowly blended into the orange-yellow color of the hard earth.
More than a hundred corpses were scattered across the place. Some were broken, some were smashed into pieces, and some were barely intact. The surroundings were full of pits and pits, some were still burning, some were scorched by lightning strikes, and some were covered in ice that had yet to melt …
A flock of vultures was still roaming in the hazy sky. They were low-level creatures, and they were utterly terrified by the destruction that had taken place in the area. However, they quickly returned after the battle was over. Their greed for food had overtaken their fear of the enemy's strength.
After flying for some time and making sure that the people below were not moving, they slowly descended from the sky.
One of the braver grey condors landed and pecked at the corpse of a man in black robes. There was already a hole in the man's chest, so the peck was filled with the smell of fresh meat. The condor was so satisfied that it couldn't help but flap its wings.
The rest of the vultures flew down to the ground after seeing that their bold companion was fine. They began to enjoy the feast.
"Kukuku!!!"
Suddenly, a vulture cried out in alarm and flew into the sky in fright.
It turned out that one of the corpses was still breathing. The vulture had noticed it …
However, a few of the bolder vultures knew that this guy was no different from a dead man, so they boldly walked over to the side of the man who was still breathing.
The vultures pecked the man's face, leaving a bloody hole. The rest of the vultures flew over, trying to peck the man to death. They proceeded to peck the man's face until it was beyond recognition.
The man just lay there, letting the vultures tear his face into a bloody mess.
He could still move his hands, but he didn't chase the vultures away. Instead, he grabbed a grayish-blue robe from the corpse next to him and struggled to put it on. Then, he used his fingernails to guide the dark energy and drew a line on his chest ….
The wound on his chest caused him to bleed. Soon, the other vultures flew over and pecked at him, causing him to bleed again.
The vultures were not fond of eating corpses, but those who were about to die. The flesh was fresher.
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"Kukukuku!!!"
Suddenly, the vultures in the sky let out a sharp cry. The vultures that were enjoying the food were so scared that they flew into the sky and scattered.
Not long after, a man and a woman in gray-blue robes came over. They glanced at the corpses scattered across the ground. The man harrumphed coldly and said, "I didn't think the Enforcement Union would still be watching us."
"That being said, the Chief Extraditor was too cautious. He didn't let the Shepherd and the Blue Deacon enter the place right away. Otherwise, it would be troublesome. Master Cold Prince will find it a pity if the two of them are dead, "the woman said.
"The Shepherd was one of the best among the Extraditors, yet he was still killed. It seems like the Enforcement Union has some experts on their side," the man said.
"Yeah, and they even killed so many of our colleagues," the woman said.
"Let's go, we should have completely shaken off the Enforcement Union …" the man said.
"What about the corpses?" the woman asked.
"We won't have to worry about them. The vultures above will clean them up for us. We still have something important to do, don't we?" the man said.
"Yeah, this is a mission that Unas personally gave us …" the Blue Coat said.
"We'll finally make a name for ourselves when the Cold Prince gives us the mission himself, HAHAHA!" the man said.
The two were still chatting and laughing as they looked at the corpses. They did not feel any pity for their dead colleagues.
They were about to leave when they heard a groan from one of the corpses.
The woman in blue had better hearing. She quickly turned around and walked over to the man who had been pecked by the vulture.
"One of them is still alive," the woman said.
"Oh?" the man came over too.
They did not save the man right away. They observed the man first.
"He's also a Blue Deacon," the woman said. When she said those words, she deliberately undid the man's clothes to look at his chest.
To her surprise, his chest was covered in blood too. There were many holes in it. It felt like his heart had been punctured by the vultures. She could vaguely see a dark mark on the wounds.
"His mark was pecked away by the vultures, but he must be one of us. We just don't know his code name," the woman said confidently.
"Are you sure?" the man asked.
"I'm sure," the woman nodded.
"Let's ask him for his code name," the man said.
"He's seriously injured. I don't think he can tell us his code name, right?" the woman said.
"It's up to him. If he can't tell us his code name, we'll have to kill him. The Chief Extraditor doesn't want anyone to live, either," the man said with a cruel smile.
The woman went closer. The man's face was badly mutilated. Blood was still flowing out from his eyes, mouth, and cheeks …
However, most Blue Deacons did not know each other's faces, apart from those who were on the same mission. It was not a big deal for them to be disfigured.
The man had a strong desire to live when he heard that he would die if he could not tell them his code name. He opened his mouth and tried his best to say it.
"North … North Deer …" Finally, that person spat out his code name with his last breath.
"Ah, it's Beilu … Master Cold Prince mentioned him before. He's a talented newcomer with outstanding strength and intelligence. He was promoted to a Blue Deacon in just a few years!" the woman had obviously heard of the man before.
"So it's him, even though I've never seen him before … how pitiful, he was almost eaten alive by those vultures. Hehe," the man had no sympathy for the man. Instead, he had a hint of mockery.
"Should we save him?" the woman did not seem to have a mind of her own.
"Sure, we're short of hands anyway. We can't just leave him in the lurch, since he's our colleague, "the man said.
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