There was an abandoned shrine deep in the woods. It was overgrown with weeds. It was likely that the old people who had lived in Parthenon for a few dozen years did not know there was an ancient shrine here. No one was interested in it.
Ye Xinxia and Hai Long headed toward the abandoned shrine. The stream that was gradually dyed red happened to flow along both sides of the shrine.
The sunlight was blocked by the dense shade of the trees. Vines were entangled in the broken walls of the shrine. When Ye Xinxia stepped through the dilapidated entrance, the eyes of the people in the shrine were fixed on her, waiting for her arrival.
There were already many people in the shrine. Most of them were wearing black outfits, but they were all stained with blood. The strong smell of blood lingered in the air …
Ye Xinxia stared at them.
They were the heroes of Parthenon's massacre of the Black Vatican. However, Ye Xinxia's heart was filled with sorrow when she saw their faces.
"You are the heroes of Parthenon, but you have no choice but to run for your lives. Run for me, run for the truth of the matter, run for Parthenon …"
Ye Xinxia felt extremely guilty.
She had no other choice.
It was the only way to protect the foundation of Parthenon. Perhaps she was too useless. She had no choice but to sacrifice the knights who had been loyal to her.
"You have followed me and believed in me, but I can't bring you the true light. I'm an incompetent Goddess. I'm ashamed to face you all." Ye Xinxia bent forward and bowed deeply to the knights who had eliminated the Black Vatican for her.
These people …
They had to leave Parthenon.
Besides, they would be hunted down by the Magic Association. Most importantly, they would not be able to prove their identities.
They would continue to play the role and be despised by the people. They would run for their lives and become the real members of the Black Vatican in the eyes of the people.
However, they were honorable knights. They were the brave warriors who had accompanied her through the War of the Parthenon Temple. Their spirit was worthy of admiration. They had volunteered to carry out the Parthenon massacre when she, the Goddess, was at her wit's end.
Ye Xinxia had no idea how she could repay them. They were a bunch of sacrifices.
"Your Majesty, we don't want to get anything. We just want to follow you. The future that you want is also the future that we want. We have the same ideal. Because you're still walking on this path that we all think is fair. We tore off the darkness of the hieron's temple by ourselves. This is the glory that we really want!" Jiang Bin knelt down by one knee.
His eyes were covered by a black cloth. Even though he couldn't see anything, he couldn't even see Ye Xinxia's appearance.
But he knew the Goddess in front of him was the Goddess they were all worthy of following!
She was brave enough to face the filthy darkness. She had never surrendered to her destiny. Most importantly, she was just like the knights who were truly protecting the temple. Even though she was standing in a putrid, dirty swamp, she was still pursuing the light. She had never given up.
The other knights fell to their knees too, including the female knight Wallis and the Hall Master of the Hall of Knights, Hai Long, who had been standing beside Ye Xinxia.
Including the Temple Master Haylon, there were a total of a thousand and one people in this abandoned temple. Today, their hands were all stained with blood. Just like Ye Xinxia, they would definitely be spurned by the entire world. However, they clearly knew why they were doing this. Furthermore, they definitely wouldn't waver or doubt their actions in the slightest.
There was no spiritual baptism or glory brainwashing. Instead, everyone knew that this massacre in the temple was for a better future. It was not for themselves, and it was not purely for the temple.
"Go, go quickly," Ye Xinxia said to the thousand and one knights.
They were Parthenon's greatest heroes, yet they had to flee.
The mark of the Black Vatican would follow them for the rest of their lives.
As long as the temple existed, they would never be recognized, because once they told the truth, it would also mean that Ye Xinxia was the Pope of the Black Vatican.
Humans were complicated creatures.
Even if they knew the truth, Ye Xinxia would never be able to wash away the sinful mark on her forehead. She represented the Goddess. She could never have the slightest connection with the Black Vatican, let alone the Pope of the Black Vatican!
This secret would be buried forever with the destruction of the Black Vatican. Once it was exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Therefore, Ye Xinxia had no other choice.
On the first day of the tribute, the one who should be given the most glory was these thousand and one knights. It was Wallis who killed the Italian Cardinal, Hai Long, the Master of the Hall of Knights who killed Salan, and the knights in black who hid in the crowd and eliminated the members of the Black Vatican one by one.
From today onwards, they would leave Parthenon forever, bearing the identity of the Black Vatican forever, guarding the secret of the "Pope's identity" for Ye Xinxia forever!
Ye Xinxia turned around. She no longer had the courage to look at their faces, their eyes.
Wallis and Hai Long followed Ye Xinxia and sent her away.
But just a few steps out of the temple, Ye Xinxia's eyes suddenly turned red. She looked at Wallis and asked, unable to control her emotions.
"Wallis, if one day you are arrested by the Magic Association and brought to me as a real member of the Black Vatican, what should I do? What should I do? I can't let such a thing happen. I can't accept any of you being killed as a dirty Black Vatican … Wallis, let them stay there first. I will do everything I can to keep you and keep you by my side. "
I didn't do well enough.
There must be other ways to wash away the crime of this massacre and let them enter the temple. They shouldn't hide for a lifetime, let alone take the risk of being hunted by this world.
Especially when she thought of any of them appearing in front of her, she would definitely collapse.
The Black Vatican was eradicated.
But what should they do? These thousand and one knights, they …
"You don't have to worry about us. We have our own arrangements. You have done well enough. If it were me, I would probably have been reduced to a puppet of the Black Vatican, and I wouldn't even know it. You are aware of all this. Your burden is heavier than any of us. You have also found the only way out for the temple that has long been trapped in the dark swamp. "Wallis comforted Ye Xinxia.
If Ye Xinxia didn't do this, more and more people would have died.
A Parthenon controlled by the Black Vatican would be unimaginable in the years to come. How many innocent people would be persecuted, how many people with bright hearts would be driven to desperation, and the evil of human nature would be raised to the extreme.
It was Ye Xinxia who stopped all this. How tenacious her heart was to be able to hold on to herself in such a collapsed temple.
The temple didn't need a god.
They were not pursuing the glory of god, but Ye Xinxia's human light that had not been eroded in the mud.
"But …" Ye Xinxia still wanted to say something.
At this time, Hai Long had already given Wallis a look. Wallis immediately supported Ye Xinxia, wanting to help her back to the temple to rest.
The temple still needed Ye Xinxia.
She couldn't continue to stay here.
The storm had not completely subsided. Ye Xinxia had to immediately return to the holy mountain and announce to the world with her image as a goddess that she would not let go of the "murderer" of this massacre!
There were still many things she had to do. At this time, Ye Xinxia must not have any feelings, even if it was the slightest bit of guilt towards the thousand and one knights. Once she had feelings, she would reveal a flaw and be seen through. It would even give the remnants of the Black Vatican an opportunity to take advantage of.
Hai Long walked quickly towards the abandoned temple.
Wallis supported Ye Xinxia and let her leave.
But Ye Xinxia seemed to realize something. She looked at Hai Long's hurried back.
Wallis had been trying to distract Ye Xinxia's attention, hoping that she would put all her thoughts on how to deal with this worn-out temple. But Ye Xinxia was too good at understanding a person's emotions. Even if a moment of uneasiness flashed across Wallis's face, she was still able to detect it.
"Your Majesty, you …" Wallis wanted to stop Ye Xinxia.
But Ye Xinxia broke away from Wallis. She turned back and walked towards the abandoned temple.
As she walked, Ye Xinxia started to run. Finally, she rushed towards the abandoned temple.
"Hai Long, stop!!!"
Ye Xinxia shouted as she arrived in front of the temple.
Just as she was about to leave, Ye Xinxia sensed it.
She absolutely couldn't let Haylon do this. They were all knights that she respected the most. If Haylon did such a cruel thing to them just to keep their mouths shut, Ye Xinxia would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.
… …
"Drip."
"Drip."
"Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip ~ ~ ~"
Red blood overflowed. The moment she rushed back to the abandoned temple, Ye Xinxia saw a large amount of blood gushing out from the necks of the knights in black.
The blood spilled out so quickly and so much that it dyed their clothes red in an instant. The mossy gray bricks under their feet were smeared into a gorgeous pool of blood!
"Your Majesty …"
The few knights in black standing at the front looked at Ye Xinxia who ran back here with some astonishment.
And Ye Xinxia was shocked out of her wits by the scene in front of her!!
She understood a possibility. Hai Long buried the 1001 knights in this abandoned temple in order to keep this secret forever … …
So she ran back here regardless of everything.
She wanted to stop Hai Long!
However, Ye Xinxia would never expect that the one who slit the throats of the knights was not Hai Long, but the knights themselves!
There were a total of a thousand people standing in the abandoned temple.
They were still standing upright. They did not even move half a step when she left. Each of them held a black blade in their hands. They used this black blade to slit their own throats.
As a result, a thousand ghastly crimson arteries flowed down the neck together, creating an even more shocking scene!
"No, no, no, don't do this. Don't do this. Don't do this!!!"
Ye Xinxia called for the souls. She wanted to save these knights in black who had sacrificed so much for the temple.
"People will change. No matter how strong their will is, it will change with time, with the accumulation of emotions, and with the temptation of the mortal world."
"We don't want to betray you."
"And we won't allow ourselves to betray you in the future."
Time would change a person.
No one could guarantee that they would not be eroded by time.
Everyone could only be themselves in the present.
Thus, the 1001 black-clothed knights made this decision.
To them, this was also a kind of protection.
She was worth all of them protecting her in this way.
… …
The souls appeared in Ye Xinxia's body. She wanted to use the Art of Resurrection to bring these people back to life.
The divine light was so dazzling that it illuminated the entire abandoned temple.
However, the Art of Resurrection could only save one person. Most importantly, this person had to be willing to come back to life.
These 1001 knights were not willing to come back to life.
More and more blood flowed out of their bodies. Even if they tried their best to stay standing, they still fell down in droves.
One had to know that Ye Xinxia was currently in possession of the world's most advanced magic, yet she was unable to bring back the lives of these 1001 black-clothed knights.
Ye Xinxia's white dress was completely dyed red.
She cried in the pool of blood.
This was the first day she became the Goddess, but she could not revive anyone in front of her.
This paleness of supremacy …
This unforgettable protection … …
What did she get in exchange???
Just a sprout that yearned for the light.
In this wild and barbaric world, how lowly and weak were they?
… …
… …
The brilliance of the Parthenon Temple lasted for the entire night. Some believers in monk robes were diligently washing the stairs covered in blood with buckets of water.
A strong wind blew from the ocean, plucking the fragrant flowers that covered Parthenon, giving the entire Sacred Mountain an intoxicating fragrance.
A white figure, dragging along the blood-red hem of her dress, walked back to the Hall of the Goddess step by step like a slender body without a soul.
Inside the hall, everyone was smiling, holding large bouquets of pure white olive flowers. Ye Xinxia did not hear a single word they said.
She kept walking until she reached a quiet place that belonged to her.
A middle-aged man was slowly walking towards Ye Xinxia.
"Xinxia, what's wrong?" Mo Jiaxing looked at Ye Xinxia.
This was the first time in many years that Mo Jiaxing saw Ye Xinxia like this. How could she be so despondent!
Shouldn't she be celebrating?
Shouldn't she be happy about her victory in the election?
Why was it more painful than her failure after years of hard work?
Ye Xinxia raised her head and looked at Mo Jiaxing's concerned expression.
"Isn't it tough? If it's tough, let's go home. "Mo Jiaxing was even more anxious when he saw Ye Xinxia like this.
He didn't know why, but he wanted to immediately take Ye Xinxia and leave this place.
Others might not be able to see her emotions from her calmness, but Ye Xinxia was his daughter. Mo Jiaxing knew very well how devastated and desperate she was at this moment.
It was better to not be a Goddess.
If this was the result, if Xinxia was in such a difficult situation, then it was better to go home.
At home, at least there was still him and Mofan.
Ye Xinxia had always been the most precious in their family. Mo Jiaxing and Mofan had never let her suffer the slightest bit of grievance, nor could they bear to let her suffer the slightest bit of sadness.
Look at her now.
Even if Ye Xinxia didn't say a word.
Even if she only looked into Ye Xinxia's eyes …
Just how much effort did this pair of eyes have to endure to not fall down? This made Mo Jiaxing, as a father, couldn't help but want to cry.
Was this still the Xinxia that he and Mofan had risked everything to protect?
If he had known that Ye Xinxia would become like this, he wouldn't have let her come to this place no matter what.
She was originally an ordinary girl. She had been weak since she was young. Even if she needed people to take care of her, in Mo Jiaxing and Mofan's eyes, she was the most important person in the family.
Just by looking into her eyes, they could feel her pure soul. She had never been tainted by this complicated world. This kind of girl made people want to protect her from the bottom of their hearts. They couldn't bear to let her suffer the slightest bit of harm.
In that small family, there was only him and Mofan, but they could see that Xinxia was well protected.
Why was it that when she came to Parthenon, there were thousands of people surrounding her, but they couldn't take care of her? It was as if she had experienced countless painful reincarnations, as if she had walked through purgatory.
What's the point of being a goddess?
She should stay in the university and get along with people who were as gentle as her. She should feel the beautiful things that she loved. She should live peacefully and peacefully with other carefree girls.
"Let's go home and no longer care about the things here, okay?" Mo Jiaxing continued to persuade.
Mo Jiaxing's words made Ye Xinxia's pale face finally show some change.
She really wanted to go back now.
If she could forget all of this …
But the tears that she had held back with great difficulty once again rushed into her eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry. If that brat Mofan saw this, he would definitely tear down this entire temple." Mo Jiaxing's heart ached, but he didn't know how to help her.
In the end, Ye Xinxia still forced herself to hold back her tears.
She took a few deep breaths, even though her throat and nose were sore.
"In the past, you told me that if the people around me passed away, I could plant a tree in the courtyard …" Ye Xinxia asked while slightly choking with sobs.
"Yes, a while ago, I planted a pear tree for a lady … Where do you want to plant it? Dad will help you." Mo Jiaxing saw that Xinxia finally spoke and let out a big sigh of relief.
"Then there …" Ye Xinxia said.
Ye Xinxia pointed at Mo Jiaxing.
It was a mountain forest.
Every time she woke up, she would see that mountain forest.
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