Not everyone was dead.
It was not a random crowd either.
Only Salan and Yan Qiu knew that half of the dead were on their side!
"Someone is watching us. Their aura is very strong!" Yan Qiu, the Chief Extraditor, said angrily.
Parthenon remained in place. The crowd was running for their lives. Both the nobles and the Mages were scared out of their wits. Who would have thought such a large-scale massacre would take place during a ceremony like this? Had the Parthenon already been invaded by evil people?!
The ground was covered in blood. There were too many familiar faces among the pools of blood. However, Salan's eyes did not move away from the stage. She was staring at Ye Xinxia, staring at her expressionless face!
Ye Xinxia seemed to have noticed her too.
Their gazes passed through the mist of blood as they shared the same emotions.
A moment later, Ye Xinxia smiled. She said to Salan, who was hiding among the crowd, from a great distance away, "We finally meet."
The smile was so pure, like a naive young girl, yet Salan could sense the uncontrollable madness and terror in her smile!
"Ye Xinxia has gone mad. Let's leave this place." Salan did not stay any longer. She quickly hid among the fleeing crowd with Yan Qiu.
Below the stage, Ye Xinxia's white crystal heels were covered in blood.
However, she did not move. She stood in the pool of blood that was growing thicker.
She just stood there like a white ghost. No one could feel the slightest bit of warmth or vitality from this goddess. She was more and more like a white-clothed death god, waiting for heads to fall into her bag one after another.
…
Salan and Yan Qiu were in a hurry.
A pair of eyes had been watching them the whole time.
The person had obviously seen through their identities. They were following them like shadows, waiting for an opportunity to make their move!
"How dare she do this? She went on a killing spree on the first day of the ceremony. She's gone mad!" Yan Qiu snapped furiously.
"She's trying to destroy the Parthenon too!" Salan saw Ye Xinxia's eyes. The glint in her eyes no longer belonged to her. At this moment, Ye Xinxia was crazier than any Arch-Cardinal!
This was the Divine Mountain of Parthenon.
Those who were invited were people of high status in the society.
Even if they were filled with members of the Black Vatican, as long as their identities were not exposed, they were absolutely "good citizens".
In the eyes of Salan and the Pope, Ye Xinxia was trying to exterminate the Black Vatican. But in the eyes of the world, it was a massacre of civilians!
Wasn't Ye Xinxia crazy to slaughter civilians in Parthenon's sacred mountain?!
She had no evidence that these people were members of the Black Vatican, unless she announced to the world that she was the new Pope of the Black Vatican.
But she was the Goddess of Parthenon!
The Pope of the Black Vatican is the Goddess of Parthenon!
Once the news was made public, Parthenon would be consigned to eternal damnation!
Ye Xinxia's decision was the same as risking the Parthenon Temple's foundation that had been established for thousands of years to fight the Black Vatican to the death. If this wasn't crazy, what was?
What was the Black Vatican?
What did Parthenon mean?
How stupid was Ye Xinxia to make such a decision?
If one were to look at it from the perspective of time, the Black Vatican had been wiped out along with Parthenon at some point in time. No matter how one looked at it, the Black Vatican had won a complete victory. It was the Black Vatican's most glorious moment!
"Could it be the old Pope's idea? Did she order Ye Xinxia to do this?" Yan Qiu asked.
"The old Pope should be running for his life like us," Salan said coldly.
Ye Xinxia was crazy.
She wanted everyone to be buried in Parthenon with her.
…
The path to the Sacred Mountain was endless. Under the morning sunlight, there was still an endless stream of people. They were all eager to receive the true blessing of the Gods.
The Mountain of Worship was still quite far away. No one was aware of the massacre taking place on the Mountain of Worship. They were still trying their best to move forward. Little did they know, they were heading toward the altar of the White God of Death.
"Little brother, why are you so sure that the woman is your first love? Isn't it inappropriate for us to keep following her around?" Mo Jiaxing asked the blindfolded man, Jiang Bin, behind him.
Jiang Bin let out a strange grin and patted Mo Jiaxing on the shoulder, "Brother, if I told you that I'm from the Black Vatican, and that the woman is actually my target, would you believe me?"
Mo Jiaxing was stunned. He looked at Jiang Bin in disbelief and blurted out, "Didn't you say you were a Knight?"
"Not today. Thank you, brother, it's been a while since I've met someone as simple as you. "Jiang Bin's figure suddenly disappeared in front of Mo Jiaxing.
Mo Jiaxing was only an ordinary person. He did not have the insight of a Magician.
He only saw a shadow that was as swift as a gust of wind, sweeping past the group of climbers. Then, a large amount of blood splattered out from the body of the woman they had been following all this time!!
The woman was wearing a black outfit, but she was wearing a blue robe underneath. However, it was now dyed red. The people around her did not notice it at first. They thought it was some red paint or spices that had been knocked over. They continued to move forward while chatting and laughing. A moment later, screams were heard coming from the path leading to the mountain!
Mo Jiaxing simply could not believe his eyes. A perfectly fine person was killed just like that.
However, less than a minute after the incident, the endless stream of people on the winding mountain path screamed one after another!!
Mo Jiaxing couldn't see anything clearly, but he saw a similar black shadow moving in the crowd. Then, there was a similar spray of blood. Some people fell into a pool of blood, some were stained with dirty blood, and some screamed in fright …
The mountain forest had been specially planted with different kinds of trees. Therefore, during the Fenghua Festival, the mountain forest would present a different poetic and picturesque scene like a canvas. It was so beautiful that it was intoxicating.
The path leading to the Sacred Mountain of Parthenon was not boring at all. Every change in the mountain path would lead to a different scenery, causing people to be fascinated by it.
The mountain was a little steep. On top of it was a long bridge leading to the front of the Mountain of Rites.
Below them was a winding mountain path that was packed with people. It was like a tourist attraction.
Bright red blood flowed down the mountain, forming more than ten streams. They slowly flowed down the long bridge and overflowed to the plank path below.
On the plank path, people thought it was the holy dew of the Muses. However, what was dripping on their heads and shoulders was actually blood. The thick stench of blood caused an instinctive fear to rise from the bottom of their hearts!
"What's going on?"
"Someone died in front!"
"Someone died in the back too …"
"Don't panic, don't panic …"
"The Sacred Mountain of Parthenon will protect us!"
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