"Ga!!!"

Finally, Shaliye's head and body separated. Mo Fan seemed to have picked up a melon from the field. He looked at it and felt that it was not very good, so he threw it aside.

Saliye's body was still twitching.

Mo Fan squatted beside him and observed for a while to prevent the archangel from having any magical power to resurrect in the place with full blood.

It was not until Shaliye died that Mo Fan left with satisfaction.

Mo Fan walked towards Lingling and saw Lingling's hands that were almost frozen purple at first glance.

He pulled Lingling's little hand over and held it, and a gentle warmth immediately spread, eliminating the remaining cold breath on Lingling's body bit by bit.

After a few minutes, some blood finally returned to Lingling's cheeks, which were not as bright as ever.

Looking at Lingling's little cheek, Mo Fan's mood was extremely complicated.

Lingling was indeed not an ordinary girl. Even those Osaka sages forbidden spells dared not approach here, but Lingling came and pulled herself back from the gates of hell in front of Saliye.

"What if Saliye still has the strength, he can kill you by bounceing his fingers. Don't do such a stupid thing in the future." Mo Fan said with some pain.

Lingling is really too brave. She is the angel of killing. Mo Fan, the evil god who had just been promoted, almost died at his hands.

"It's better to bet a bet than to wait for a result in a fool," Lingling said.

"Yes, we have been betting right, but we didn't win. What should we do next?" Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief. This tone was not about the glory of being safe, but about knowing that the real thrill had just begun.

"We have no way out." Lingling said.

"We?" Mo Fan couldn't help but stretch out his hand to rub Lingling's little cheeks when he heard Lingling's words, and said, "It's not us, it's me. Do you want to follow me to overthrow the Holy City?"

"Don't think of leaving me behind." Lingling slapped Mo Fan's hand away and said viciously.

"I didn't leave anyone behind. I have my plans. You go back and study hard. I now find that magic cannot change the world, so knowledge can only be used." Mo Fan said to Lingling.

"What are the plans?" Lingling was a little panicked, she vaguely guessed something.

"I need time, and I can't start a war with the Holy City now. So I decided to go to the Holy City and give them a chance to judge me so that I can get enough time." Mo Fan said to Lingling.

"You are going to send it to you, they will not treat you fairly!" Lingling said angrily.

"Lingling, don't completely deny everything just because of a scum angel. How do you know that the Holy City and the entire ruling class are really hopeless? Even if it's really hopeless, if I continue to fight, in the end..." Mo Fan wanted to persuade Lingling.

"You just don't want to implicate us. That's how you think. I'm not a child." Lingling said excitedly.

"I didn't treat you as a child. You have always been smarter than anyone else and can see the situation clearly than anyone else." Mo Fan said.

"You chose to go to the Holy City for trial, just to protect others, but you must understand that everyone you want to protect in your heart is definitely willing to go through fire and water for you when your life and death is at stake!" Lingling suddenly shouted this sentence at Mo Fan.

Everyone you want to protect will be willing to go through fire and water for you...

For some reason, Mo Fan felt his whole body warm up after hearing this!

"If this is true, I, Mo Fan, will not be in vain for this life." Mo Fan did not expect Lingling to say such touching words, and couldn't help but reach out and hug her.

"So you will still surrender, right?" Lingling's little head was buried in Mo Fan's arms, but she still asked this question.

"It's not that we surrender. We all need time." Mo Fan said.

"Can……"

Lingling said, but suddenly felt a little suffocation. It was Mo Fan's hug that was tighter, just like a gentle hug that could not leave a deep impression on his memory.

However, in Lingling's view, this is more like another form of farewell.

Lingling didn't dare to speak anymore and was immersed in it.

It's better than not having any mental preparation, Lingling finally let go of all the restlessness in her heart.

"I like……"

"You're still young, don't say such things."

"I like the days of catching monsters with you."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

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...

At the foot of the Alps, it is a field nourished by the cleanest ice and snow water in the world. It is vast and vast, but there is a brilliant and ancient city standing on this land.

Walking here is like traveling through time and space, back to the prosperous era of Europe, with tall city walls, ancient city gates, and clear river of ice and snow lingering.

The city has exquisite buildings and the streets are spotless. Some colorful magic barriers are like illusion gauzes that lightly cover the noble lady of the Holy City, making her look even more beautiful.

This is a city of miracles. It attracts countless tourists every year because of its special style. But it is also a city of faith, the supreme belief of all practitioners. The road to magic practice is so difficult, so long, so boring and painful. When you think of having a place in this holy city, it seems to be full of power...

The Holy City is full of colors, especially the rose gold that represents the sacred gold, the feminine atmosphere, the pure white sand gold, and the majestic brown gold.

But for some reason, today's holy city is filled with another color, which is black, the black symbol of death mourning, and the black symbol that can be seen everywhere.

Black feathers filled with street corners.

Black cloth striped banner.

The believers in the Holy City dressed in black monks were walking slowly. They held a black holy grail in their hands, dipped with willow branches and sprinkled onto the road with special significance...

This is a ritual.

The death of the Holy City is mourning. Only when a person of the Angel-level level of the Holy City passes away will he see such an extremely solemn scene!

"He died for us."

"The name of Salier will be written on the monument of the Holy Peak in the Alps."

"We remember it in our hearts and will surely bring that devil to justice!!"

"We will find the ends of the world, we will pursue his evil aura, and we will never give up until we arrest him and punish him for the death sentence, and pray for the great Archangel Shaliye's heroic soul!"

Above the city gate, Archangel Remil swore to the sky with his brightest voice.

On the bridge that came and went, people were almost afraid to speak casually and discuss casually with their heads down.

Just three days ago, a world-sensation news spread, and Saliye, one of the archangels patrolling the world, was tragically picked up and died in Japan.

The murderer is Mo Fan!

Today is the day when the entire Holy City mourns it. Those wizards who have stepped into the Holy City can feel the anger of the entire Holy City. For many years, the supreme divine power of the Holy City has never been trampled on like this!!

"You don't have to chase you to the ends of the world, I'm here."

Archangel Remil's oath was still echoing. When suddenly entering the city gate, a man took off his hood and then stood in the sight of many priests in the Holy City with his hands in his pockets!

"Mo...Mo Fan!!"

"Mo Fan!!!"

"It's that evil god!!!"

"No, it's that demon!!!"

The crowd was frightened and fled everywhere, and the expressions on their faces of the priests and archangels who were mourning Shalier were hard to describe!
Chapter completed!