Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

People will change eventually.

Ye Xinxia felt it every time she faced the mirror. The person in the mirror was completely different from the person she was when she first entered the temple.

If it were in the past, the attention of the crowd would make Ye Xinxia a little nervous. After all, she was often pushed to the front by the Temple Mother and the elders without any experience or mental preparation.

This time was so grand and grand, and it was the focus of the whole world, but when she stepped forward, kept smiling, and her eyes were bright and slightly blurred, there was not much in her heart.

Every step is smooth.

In fact, the most important thing is that Xinxia is very clear that Mo Fan is right beside her at this moment.

He is fighting alongside himself.

What Xinxia needs is to uproot the Pope's foundation.

What Mo Fan needs to do is to cut the Pope's neck.
"Ye Xinxia, ​​does the god in your heart have any instructions that can be conveyed to the confused people of the world?" High Priest Farme took out the Parthenon Holy Scripture and asked Ye Xinxia, ​​who had ascended the altar of the goddess.

"No." Ye Xinxia replied.

Her answer immediately aroused doubts among everyone, including the high priest Falmo.

Didn’t the goddess prepare a manuscript?
This is a message to believers all over the world, and there is not a single word?

"Ye Xinxia, ​​will you strictly abide by the will of the Parthenon during your succession?" High Priest Falmo ignored the previous process and asked directly the next sentence.

"I have not violated it so far." Ye Xinxia replied.

Falmo frowned again, including all the priests of the Temple of Faith.

Was the goddess too busy yesterday that she didn't have time to memorize the script this morning?
Even if she didn't memorize the script, with so many years of experience as a saint, she should have said something inspiring at such an important moment. This answer is not problematic, it just lacks a little bit...

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear on your soul to be kind to everyone who believes in the Parthenon."

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear on your soul that after becoming a goddess, you will do your best to bring tranquility and peace to the world, without a drop of blood or a trace of suffering."

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear on your soul that you will be loyal to the Parthenon forever!"

Falmo solemnly read out, and every guidance declaration gave people a feeling of divine instruction, reverberating in everyone's mind like a huge bell, and would not dissipate for a long, long time.

"I, Ye Xinxia, ​​swear on my soul."

"After becoming a goddess, I will do my best to bring tranquility and peace to the world. There will be no meaningless suffering, not a drop... not a drop... not a drop of blood!"

There seemed to be a sharp blade in Ye Xinxia's throat. When she said the second half of this sentence, pain appeared on her face and difficulty was also reflected in her words.

"Uh-huh!!!"

As soon as the words fell, a stream of bright red blood spurted out and splashed wantonly at Ye Xinxia's feet. A few blood stains stained her pure white dress, and the steps covered with flowers were even more smeared with bright red.

In the front seat, an old man wearing a tuxedo had his head rolled down. He was sitting there, and the blood on his neck surged up like a fountain.

People were horrified and looked at this old man in a tuxedo in disbelief. Many people recognized him. He was the elder of the nine hidden clans of the Parthenon. Although he had lost all his magic power due to his old age, he still had extremely high wisdom. and connections.

“Puff!!!!”

Before everyone could react, a man in a black suit with a red lining shirt suddenly stood up from the back row. His chest was pierced and blood spurted out from between his ribs. The guests in the front row were several ladies, and their fragrant long hair was covered with the blood of the man in the black suit! !
“Puff~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

Blood flowers were better than fireworks, and everything happened so suddenly. Among the thousands of seats in front of the praise stage, uniform blood splashed into bunches of scarlet roses in mid-air. A strong fishy smell filled the air, and at the same time, fear spread rapidly!
This killing is not over yet, but has just begun!
But those who were killed were those who had special seats.

The dead were people from the Holy See!

People began to pray for the protection of the Parthenon. Suddenly, on the sacred mountain connected by the long bridge, a blood stream gathered in a crack in the mountain, and then rushed down along the gap in the mountain, forming a blood waterfall, which hung in front of the crowd of climbers in a shocking way! !
In the waterfall of blood, some corpses rolled down and fell heavily into the valley. The horrific corpse sauce splashed everywhere made countless people faint on the spot.

Killing!!!
This is the brutal massacre going on on the Parthenon Hill!!

People died on every section of the mountain road, sometimes in groups!
At first everyone thought that some cruel assassin was attacking the crowd and that the strong men of the Parthenon would quickly catch the murderer, but soon people realized that there was more than one murderer!
The murderer was in the crowd. They killed one person cleanly and quickly, and then disappeared quickly, as if looking for the next target, or hiding directly! !
There are still restrictions on the mountain road. It is difficult for climbers to use magic, and it is even more difficult to leave the ancient mountain road. Everyone has become a lamb to be slaughtered, and no one knows who will be the next one! !

The Parthenon...

Praise the first day...

The blood river rolled in the mountains and forests, the bright lights were colorful, and the sacred Parthenon Temple, which was like a fairyland, was suddenly reduced to a hell of suffering! !

Everything happened so suddenly, it was as if those who were killed were pre-determined, and their lives were basically taken away in the same period of time!

But the fear it left for people lasted for a long time. The place where blood should not be shed was so shocking, with corpses everywhere.
Goddess Peak.

A hysterical roar was heard in the Palace Mother Pavilion, and one could feel how angry and manic the roarer was.

"Ye Xinxia!! Ye Xinxia!!!"

"She prepared all the executioners, and after taking the oath, they killed all of us members of the Vatican. Our men in blue, black, and gray were completely unprepared and were all killed by the knights who were ambushed in the crowd!" said a man in a monastery monk's robe angrily.

"Where is she, where is she now!!" The face of Temple Mother Pamishi was full of blue veins. She had never been so angry as she was now.

On the day of praise, the Temple Mother must avoid it.

This means that the supreme elder who temporarily controls the Parthenon should hand over all authority to the goddess.

Temple Mother Pamishi didn't care whether she could attend or not, because she knew very well that the stage of Praise Mountain was not for Ye Xinxia alone, but a carnival for the entire Vatican!
But she could never have imagined that this madman would kill everyone, especially in such a completely public occasion as a swearing-in ceremony.

Not only the blue-robed deacons and black-robed priests died, but also the red cardinal, the extradition chief, and the abbot. All of them were killed!
(End of this chapter)