Chapter 2275
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For some reason, when Blue Bat was still one of the Nine Disciples of the Black Vatican, Mubai never hesitated during the dissection. She never hesitated.
However, this time, Mubai's hands were trembling when she took Blue Bat's eyeball out.
Every time she recalled how fearless the Enforcement Union member was, she would feel even more respect and guilt for her.
Mofan felt the same way.
Why couldn't he figure out Blue Bat's identity earlier?
Even if she had disguised herself well to infiltrate the Black Vatican, he could have guessed her identity from her actions.
"It's indeed a Chaos Crystal Orb. There must be some important information in it," Zhu Meng could barely control his voice.
"I'll take a look now," Mubai said.
"I'll go with you," Zhu Meng quickly followed Mubai.
Mofan did not follow them.
The dissection table was supposed to be used by the school to dissect the Hillmen, yet a woman who made Mofan feel extremely complicated was lying on it.
There must be some important information in the eyeball.
Mofan was sure of it.
However, Mofan had the urge to take a closer look at Blue Bat.
To his disappointment, he did not even know her real name. Blue Bat and Bee Sting were just codenames.
"I know it's useless to apologize to you now, but I really have to thank you for everything you've done for us. Thank you for trusting me," Mo Fan murmured as he sat on the side.
Mofan clearly remembered the first time he met Blue Bat. He was trying to infiltrate the Cold Prince's inner circle to fight against the Black Vatican. He had disguised himself as a Blue Deacon with a dying man.
At the time, the vulture was gnawing at his face.
Perhaps she had long known of his identity, and it was precisely because she saw how similar his determination was to hers that she believed in him.
"I know there's still a traitor in the Enforcement Union hiding among the higher-ups."
"Don't worry, I'll find him!"
"The Bee Sting you left on the enemy …"
"We'll find him, too!"
Mofan did not believe in God. Based on his experience, he only hoped to become a demon, a demon who would toss the scum of the Black Vatican into Hell.
However, Mofan wished he was a God for the first time.
Even if it was just a simple ability to guide the dead into Heaven.
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It was enough to send more criminals to Hell.
It was impossible to guide a person whom it respected and admired from the bottom of its heart into Heaven.
Mofan stayed behind to say a few words to Blue Bat. He hoped she would be able to leave in peace.
He wished she would be free.
. She would no longer have to struggle between the Black Vatican and the Enforcement Union.
.., Blue Bat's death. of the Black Vatican of the Black of the Black Vatican's beliefs.
As long as a person's pure of the Black Vatican, the Black Vatican's
Of the Out of the Of of of the Black Vatican's Black Vatican's Black Black Demon
Her determination to defeat the Black Vatican did not waver, either!
It was Mofan's first time admiring a woman so much. He swore he would not let her down!
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Looking down from the sky, the thin clouds were slowly gathering towards the center, as if an artist was coloring his painting bit by bit.
The Scorching River was the boundary of the vast land. On one side of the river were withered old trees, dusty roads, and abandoned factories.
On the other side, the tropical plants were lush. Railways and highways weaved through the woods, perpendicular to the Scorching River and leading to Banlo City.
The clouds were getting thicker. A man who looked no different from a homeless man was standing on one side of the Scorching River. He was looking at the lush garden on the other side.
A hole in the clouds appeared above his head.
The clouds had completely shrouded the sky above the Scorching River. The white sky was slowly turning gray.
As soon as the gray clouds appeared, the haze replaced the clear sky. The water of the Scorching River was no longer green. It looked like a truck full of ink had been splashed on it.
The hole was right above the tramp's head. Even though there was not a single gap in the clouds in the sky, it formed a very standard oval shape where he was. It was as if there was a pair of eyes in the sky that needed to observe everything that was about to happen.
It was the day of the open tournament held by the Aorus Sacred Institute across the United States.
The tournament was taking place in Banlo City. The lively Banlo City was immediately cooled by the gloomy clouds and cold wind.
The people were still hoping to watch the spectacular magic duels outside the stadium. Apart from the people of the Andes Federation, people from other countries and cities had also made their way to the stadium.
A public magic duel between Advanced Mages was no less important than the World Cup!
The people poured into Banlo City excitedly. Not only did Banlo City fail to take care of them, but the weather was terrible too!
Strong gusts of wind blew into the city. The streets were filled with dust and plastic bags. Many trees and billboards were shaking.
"Beep beep beep beep!"
A can hit a car parked on the side of the road. The car immediately let out an ear-piercing siren.
The car's owner rushed out of the car and yelled angrily, thinking it was a car thief.
Meanwhile, a group of high school students from Brazil were marching toward the stadium in an orderly fashion under the lead of their teacher.
They were one of the schools that the Aorus Sacred Institute had invited to the tournament. The girls' skirts were flapping in the wind. The boys kept turning around and laughing, while the girls were walking with their skirts between their legs.
"It's going to rain. I think the clouds are coming from the Pacific Ocean. I have no idea how they crossed the Andes Mountains and came here," someone poked his head out of a kiosk and said.
"It's going to be troublesome if it rains. Everyone is looking for shelter. The cars are honking non-stop. We can't go to the stadium, either."
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As soon as he looked up, murky raindrops fell from the sky, densely covering the sky.
The sky looked like a kaleidoscope when the first rain fell. The sound of the raindrops hitting the ground was followed by the sound of water splashing like boiling oil.
The cold air swept across the stadium. A damp smell lingered in the air.
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Mofan, Zhao Manyan, and Mubai were leading nine students representing China to the stadium. Boleyn, who was wearing a long dress, was leading the way with a smile. She was holding the flag representing China in her hand.
The heavy rain poured down like needles and arrows hitting the tempered glass dome of the arena above their heads.
The people inside the stadium were in high spirits. After all, it was the U.S. Open Championship. They were in the stadium, and no recording device could record the magic.
Therefore, watching the live broadcast of the tournament on TV or the Internet was like watching a magical movie without special effects. What a bunch of lunatics!
Mofan had a stern look on his face.
It was raining.
The rain that could make one's soul tremble.
In the past two occasions …
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