The main road of the Holy City.
Black feathers, black mourning flags, and black flowers scattered all over the ground.
Mofan walked toward the end of the main road under the gazes of countless people.
With the Holy Temple as the heart of the city, there were a total of seven main roads in the Holy City. If one were to look down at the Holy City from above, they would discover that the buildings were densely packed and standardized. The seven main roads led straight from the edge of the city to the glorious Holy Temple, intersecting at the perfect center of the city. They neatly divided the Holy City into fourteen districts, all of which were in the shape of a fan.
The Holy City was divided into the front and back districts.
The front district was the seventh district close to the Alps. The only entrance to the city was also in the front district.
The main road into the city also led straight to the Holy Temple. When Mofan saw the main road of the Holy City covered in black thorny flowers and black rose leaves, he could not help but smile. He said to the Archangel Remil who was escorting him, "I'm flattered that you're giving me such a grand welcome."
Remil blew at his beard angrily and said coldly, "This is mourning for Charlie. It's also a funeral for you!"
"Archangel, don't you have that rule? As long as someone is willing to swear an oath in the divine language, they will receive the fairest trial of the Holy City. Before I'm convicted, I'm still innocent," Mofan said with a serious face.
"Do you think you can survive the trial?" Remil said.
"Sigh, from your tone, I can feel that on the day of the trial, you won't hesitate to throw a black Stone of Guilt at me," Mofan sighed.
"That's right. You might be able to use all kinds of lies to deceive the world, but all of us Archangels know very well how Charlie died. Do you know what kind of sin it is to kill an Archangel? You will receive the harshest punishment of the Holy City! "Remil said without holding back.
"You're not the only one who can decide the outcome of my trial," Mofan said.
"We all know what will happen to you. Let me remind you, the last person who received such a trial was a Greek called Wentai, "Remil said.
"It's my honor to be able to suffer the same unfair treatment as someone like that," Mofan replied.
"Don't talk nonsense. The reason you were executed is because we are fair enough. No matter what your status, identity, or belief is, our Holy City will not allow a heretic to live in this world," Remil said firmly.
Mofan didn't say anything else. There was no point in arguing with such a person.
There were no cars on the main road of the Holy City. Everyone was walking.
The clergymen were dressed luxuriously, including the Archangel Remil. He was clad in purplish-gold divine armor, and even his wings shone with a metallic luster, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.
It was a spectacular sight because it was not something that would happen in the Holy City all the time. All the pedestrians were forced to the sides, and only clergies were walking on the clean and spacious First Avenue …
In fact, the people's attention wasn't on the clergymen. They were looking at Mofan, who was walking at the front.
They couldn't believe it. This demon who was rumored to have three heads and six arms looked just like an ordinary Asian man. He didn't have the evil aura that was spreading wildly a few days ago, nor did he have the bloodthirsty golden eyes that were rumored to be.
He had clean, short black hair, a pair of dark brown eyes, and typical Asian facial features …
Mofan walked toward the Holy Temple. He had recited an oath in the Divine Language, so he didn't even need to be shackled.
The Archangel Remil personally stood behind Mofan, his eyes never leaving him.
Meanwhile, all the clergymen were on high alert. They were constantly observing their surroundings, and they were constantly on tenterhooks.
Would someone who could kill the Archangel Sariel really surrender without putting up a fight? He was so arrogant and looked down on the Holy City. How could he really be escorted into the temple so easily?
Something must be going on. There must be a conspiracy. They couldn't afford to let their guard down. They had to be prepared for battle!
They continued on foot. The First Avenue of the Holy City was crowded with people. They did not dare to step onto the path recklessly. They were all staring at Mofan, discussing among themselves in fear.
The process was very long, so long that when Mofan surrendered and stepped into the Holy Temple, the whole world knew about it.
The Altar of Saint Kai in Australia, the Magic Castle of the Cape of Good Hope in Africa, the Sacred Church of São Paulo in Europe, and the Temple of Liberty in America sent messages of congratulations one after another. Sariel's death had shaken all the Magic Associations. The Enforcement Unions of the Magic Associations immediately listed Mofan as the highest-ranking, most prioritized, and most dangerous fugitive.
The order had been passed down from the continent to the country, and then to the major cities, and then to the local Magic Associations of the major cities. It had been many years since an order had been passed down so quickly, and such a high-level order had never been revoked in just three days.
Mofan had indeed made all the Magic Associations uneasy in the past three days.
That being said, none of the Magic Associations, including the continent level Magic Associations, were willing to take on such a troublesome case. After all, the person was someone who had killed the Archangel Sariel. Who would put him on the wanted list? Who would dare to put him on the wanted list?
Mofan had turned himself in.
It was the best outcome they could hope for!
The Asian Magic Association was the only one that did not put him on the wanted list. The China Magic Association also tore up the wanted list that the Sacred City had sent to them.
No matter how excited the world was, Mofan still walked toward the Holy Temple under the watchful eyes of the public. His figure disappeared into the crowd of Sacred Adjudicators in the end!
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Venice City of Water …
A Gothic style sanatorium was located in the direction of the mountain. It had a perfect view, allowing one to take in the beautiful evening of Venice.
Many people were enjoying the view, taking pictures, and exclaiming. It had been a long time since they had seen such a beautiful sunset in Venice. It was rare to see such a golden, quiet, and picturesque scene.
However, there was a woman who was sitting quietly on a chair. Her eyes were fixed on a sloppy young man not far away. His frivolous appearance and somewhat comical expression made him seem like he was flirting with a nurse who served as the director of the sanatorium.
"Mom, what are you looking at?" Zhao Youqian brought the grapes he had peeled to the woman's mouth.
The woman shook her head. She had no intention of eating them.
She smiled and said, "Man Yan was always like that. He would lose his soul when he saw a pretty girl. He would ignore anyone who called him. He was the same when he was young. He only played with the pretty big sisters and talked to the cute little sisters … if he was still alive, he would be around the same age as the young man. "
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