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Sahara Valley, Red Sand Valley.
On the other side of the valley that was facing the sun, it was like a scorpion. The beautiful colors added a mysterious touch to the desert.
On the other side of the valley, it was more like a void. The sand ridge was the perfect boundary, separating the red sand dunes and the black sand valley into two different worlds.
In a black sand valley, there was a dark-skinned woman. She was wrapped in a bright veil and her entire body was draped in golden silk clothes. She walked out of the dark world and stood on the sand ridge, facing the sunlight.
The light shone on her. The vengeful spirits of the desert around her vanished into thin air. A strong wind blew at her, lifting her golden silk dress and outlining her slender figure.
"Plop plop plop plop ~ ~ ~ ~" In the sky, a white parrot flew towards the black skinned woman. The woman slightly raised her arm, allowing the white parrot to land on it.
"Dead, the sacred shadow is dead. Someone killed the sacred shadow. Someone killed the sacred shadow. Unforgivable, unforgivable!" the parrot kept repeating.
"A Fallen Angel?" the woman asked.
"No, no, no, it's dead. The sacred shadow is dead. Someone killed the sacred shadow. Unforgivable, unforgivable!" the parrot said.
"The vengeful spirits of the Sahara Valley are dead. They won't be able to turn the desert into a fortress any time soon. However, they are just a bunch of scouts. There's a ruler deep in the Sahara Valley that's watching the humans' land. He will make his move in the next few decades … record my words in the Book of Danger and record them in the Book of Angelic Missions, "the woman said to the parrot.
The parrot immediately repeated the woman's words.
"Alright, let's settle the matter at hand. What's the name of the dead sacred shadow?" the woman asked.
"Sacred Shadow, Keye."
"If it's not them, who would dare to kill the sacred shadow? Hand over the cases that Keye was involved in to me. I'll investigate the matter myself when I return to the Sacred City, "the woman said.
"Wa! Wa! Behind me … Behind me … It's so scary!!! "The white parrot was so scared that it flapped its wings and almost fell into the sand.
The dark-skinned woman slowly turned around and stared at the sand dunes that were half black and half red. The enormous sand dunes were endless, but at the furthest end, a demonic figure gradually appeared. The demonic figure stepped on the red sandstorm, and its eyes were especially bright in the crazily tumbling sand. It was like green lightning, and it gave people a sense of shock even though it was far away.
The white parrot was so scared that it couldn't speak coherently, but the dark-skinned woman stood on the sand ridge without any fear.
"It seems like we'll have to delay our return to the Sacred City. The master of the Sahara doesn't want me to tell the outside world about their intentions," the dark-skinned woman said.
"Terrifying! How terrifying! "
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Holy City
Wild Grass Court
She looked up at the beautiful night sky.
Mofan began to miss the outside world a little, especially when he was worried about a person. He wondered how she was doing.
Bo City was a mountain city. At night, in a place where there wasn't any pollution from the city lights, the most beautiful night sky would be displayed in front of one's eyes. Those diamond-like twinkling stars were so dense, and they seemed to be within reach.
Mofan's freedom was restricted.
Almost everything was restricted right after that.
He couldn't interact with anyone, not even his most hardworking delivery man, Zu Xiangtian.
It seemed like Mofan was starting to feel lonely under the pressure of the Sacred City.
Day after day passed, and the Sacred City was also digging a grave for him. Perhaps it was because he was more important, so they had to dig a grave big enough to completely contain him. Only then could they nail the lid of the sarcophagus securely.
Mofan wasn't afraid.
He had been walking in the Dark Plane for a year. He had almost gotten used to the air there.
He was just starting to miss a few people. As long as he tried to remember, the faces of many people would appear in front of him. The more it was like this, the more he couldn't let his life go to waste.
"Mofan, appear in court!" Holy Shadow Brook shouted.
Brook guarded the Wild Grass Court almost 24 hours a day. Mofan could never see him, but Mofan knew that he was in the Wild Grass Court, watching his every move. Even if he sneezed, he would report it to Archangel Michael.
Michael had never appeared. Mofan hadn't seen Michael yet.
However, Michael was most concerned about his life. Mofan even began to suspect that Michael was the mastermind behind all this!
"Do I need to wear a suit?" Mofan asked.
"Up to you." Brook glanced at Mo Fan and added, "If you're the one wearing it, it might save the undertaker some trouble."
"I'm here to be tried, not to be executed," Mofan said to Brook.
"What's the difference? You know you're going to die soon. No one who goes against the Sacred City has ever walked out alive." Brook laughed, revealing his yellow teeth like a heavy smoker.
"I think the Sacred City is going against me," Mofan said.
"You killed a Patrolling Angel. You won't be able to live no matter what the reason is. Think about it, the Patrolling Angels are in charge of the human world. They are the most supreme and selfless people in the world. If the people who killed the Patrolling Angels can still live in the world, what is the Sacred City? "
"The Sacred City has been working hard for thousands of years for the sake of mankind. The reason why magic is so glorious in modern times, and why you can live in the city without being eaten by demon creatures, is all because of the Sacred City and the rules of the Sacred City."
"You dare to break the rules of the Sacred City. Isn't that the same as defeating the Magic Civilization of mankind that has existed for thousands of years? Isn't that going against the Magic Associations of the Five Continents? Isn't that standing on the opposite side of mankind?"
Brook said a lot in a single breath. His words were filled with the pride of a member of the Sacred City.
"Then what should I do? If I were you, for example, if a Patrolling Angel was trying to set you up, kill you, and even kill the innocent just to force you to do it?" Mofan asked Brook.
"It's very simple, you shouldn't have killed Charlie. Even if he did it in the most vicious way, you should have let him live. Even if you were being treated unfairly, you should have kept him alive. You should have handed him over to the great Michael. Only Michael has the right to kill the other angels. You don't have the right. No one in the world has the right. Only Michael, do you understand? "Brook said in a lecturing tone.
Mofan burst out laughing.
In the end, it was still Michael!
Son of a bitch.
Full-Time Magician
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