Holy City Avenue.

Black feathers, black mourning flags, and black flowers sprinkled all over the ground.

Mo Fan walked towards the end of the Holy City Avenue under the attention of countless people.

With the temple as the heart of the city, there are seven Holy City Avenues. If you look down at this holy city from a high place, you will find that the Holy City is densely covered with buildings and standardized buildings. The seven Holy City Avenues lead straight from the edge of the city to the brilliant temple, converging at the perfect center point of the city, neatly dividing the entire Holy City into fourteen areas, and all of the fourteen areas are in a complete fan-shaped shape.

The Holy City is divided into the front city and the back city.

The front city is located in the seventh district near the Alps, and the only entry area is also in the front city.

The Avenue of Entering the City also leads straight to the Temple. When Mo Fan saw the First Avenue of the Holy City, he couldn't help but smile on his face and said to the archangel Remil who escorted him: "I'm still so grandly welcomed me, a little flattered."

Remil blew his beard so angry that he blew his beard and said coldly: "This is mourning Shalier, and he is also giving you a funeral!"

"Arcée, don't you have that rule? As long as those who voluntarily recite the Vow of God, they must accept the most fair judgment of the Holy City. Before conviction, I will still be in a blue and white body." Mo Fan said seriously.

"Do you think you can survive the judgment?" Reimil said.

"Oh, from your tone, I feel that on the day of judgment, you will definitely throw a black guilty stone at me without hesitation." Mo Fan sighed.

"Yes, you may be able to deceive the world with all kinds of lies, but all of us archangels are very clear about how Shalier died. Do you know what the sin of killing an archangel is, and you will be subject to the severest sanctions from the Holy City!" Remil said without hesitation.

"The result of my judgment is not the final decision of you alone," Mo Fan said.

"We all know what your fate will be. A reminder that the last person to be judged like this was a Greek named Wentai," said Reimer.

"It is also my honor to be able to suffer the same unfair treatment as such a person." Mo Fan replied.

"Don't talk nonsense. The reason why we were executed is precisely because we are fair enough. No matter what your status, identity, or belief, our holy city will never allow a heresy to survive in this world." Remil said firmly.

Mo Fan didn't speak anymore, and it was meaningless to argue with such a person.

There are no vehicles on Holy City Avenue, and everyone is walking.

The priests were dressed in luxurious clothes, including the Archangel Remil, and were wearing purple and gold divine armor. Even their wings were radiant like metal and majestic.

The scene was extremely spectacular, because this was not the case in the Holy City at any time. All pedestrians were forced to drive to both sides. The clean and spacious first avenue was only walking...

In fact, people's attention was not on these priests, they watched Mofan walking in the front.

They were a little unbelievable. The demon, who was rumored to have three heads and six arms, looked just an ordinary oriental man, and he did not have the evil spirit that was circulating a few days ago, and his bloody anger and golden eyes were gone.

A clean short black hair, a pair of dark brown eyes, and a standard oriental facial features...

Mo Fan walked towards the temple, and he recited the Vow of God, so he didn't even need shackles on his body.

Archangel Remil stood behind Mo Fan himself, his eyes almost always leaving.

All the priests were even more like facing a great enemy. They were observing the surroundings all the time, and were worried all the time.

Will a man who can kill the Archangel Shalier really surrender? He is so arrogant and despised the Holy City, how could he really let them escort into the temple so easily?

Something will definitely happen, there must be some conspiracy, and you must not relax at all. Be prepared for the battle!

Continue to walk forward, the Holy City First Avenue was crowded with people, and they didn't dare to step into the road easily. They were all staring at Mo Fan, and were talking while being afraid.

The process was very long, so long that when Mo Fan surrendered and stepped towards the temple, everyone in the world knew about the news.

The Altar of Saint Cathedral in Australia, the Fortress of Cape of Good Hope in Africa, the Church of St. Paul in Europe, and the Temple of Freedom in America sent congratulatory messages one after another. Perhaps the death of Saliye did sensation all magic associations, and all the judgment meetings of the Magic Association also immediately listed Mo Fan as the highest, most priority and most dangerous wanted personnel.

From the continental level to the national level, then the national level quickly spread to major famous cities, and from major famous cities to local cities, there has never been a directive issued so quickly in many years, and no such high-level directive has been revoked in just three days.

Mo Fan has indeed made all the magic associations anxious in the past three days.

Of course, any magic association, including the continental-level magic association, is actually unwilling to take on this hot case. After all, it is a person who can kill the Archangel Shalier. Who wants it? Who dares to want it?

Mo Fan surrendered himself.

This is the best result!

The only one who did not directly issue a wanted order was the Asian Magic Association, and the Chinese Magic Association also directly tore up the wanted documents directly conveyed by the Holy City.

No matter how excited or discussed it all over the world, Mo Fan was still in front of everyone, on the news reports of the first channel of major countries, and on various live media, step by step towards the temple, and finally disappeared into the crowd of the Saint Prisoners!

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Venice water city.

A Gothic-style sanatorium is located in the direction of the mountain, and it has a perfect view to bring the beautiful evenings of Venice into your eyes.

Many people are enjoying, taking photos, and sighing that it has been a long time since they saw Venice in such a sunset. It is rare to be golden, rare to be quiet, and rare to be poetic and picturesque.

However, there was a woman sitting quietly on the chair, staring at a lazy young man not far away, frivolous and funny looking, and was chatting with a sanatorium-legged nurse as if no one was around.

"Mom, what are you looking at?" Zhao Youqian handed the plucked crystal grapes to the woman's mouth.

The woman shook her head, saying that she had no intention of eating.

She smiled and said, "Manyan used to be like this. When he saw a beautiful girl, he lost his soul. Then he ignored anyone who told him. He was the same since he was a child, and he only played with the beautiful big sister and only talked to the cute little sister... If he was still alive, he should be about the same age as that guy."
Chapter completed!