Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 307 Holy Lord - Mo Fan
Inside the Goddess Temple
When Ander walked, his long snow-white legs were faintly visible, as if there was a smooth body under the black robe, with nothing else covering it.

"Are you surprised to see me? Even the goddess can be resurrected, so why can't I?" Ander walked to Merola's side without any fear.

Merola stared at Ander in disbelief: "You...you are actually alive?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that myself."

Ander looked at Merola with a sarcastic smile on his face: "That gentleman said that there is no gift without reason. Everything in the world is an equal exchange."

"For me to live, someone needs to die. Merola, are you willing to die for me?!"

"Hahaha, Ander, do you think you are still the saint you used to be?" Merola laughed arrogantly.

“I think so!!”

An old but powerful voice interrupted Merola's laughter.

An old man wearing the most noble robe of the Parthenon walked out of the temple. Although he was old, his eyes were still full of spirit, just like a lion patrolling his territory.

The real forbidden spell wizard - Kendi!
Not long after Ander's death, the old man resigned from his position as Lord of the Knights' Hall, but no one dared to really underestimate him because he was a true Forbidden Spell Mage.

Hailong and the Blue Gold Deputy Palace Master were both one step behind him.

"Merola, I never care who is the goddess, I only care about my daughter, so... I hope to borrow your life!"

……

this! !

How can this be! ! !

The Hunting Angel was shot down by Mo Fan, and what happened next shattered the worldview of Dulank, Temple Mother, Song Qiming and others.

In the sky, the stars are shining brightly.

Among the peaks of the sacred mountains, a hot and holy elf of light appeared in front of everyone. Stars flowed above the sky. A seed fell to the ground, and the next moment a dazzling pillar of light burst out.

The blazing stars slowly rotated, and the ancient sacred runes were outlined into a golden halo. This was a sacred power completely different from that of the six-winged angel. The trunk of the sacred tree seemed like a city wall engraved with secret codes, and eighteen branches like glorious divine feathers extended from the trunk.

Mo Fan stood under the sacred tree, bathing in the holy light. At this moment, all the questioning voices disappeared, and only the young man who was called a heretic stood in the light.

He is the Holy Son who came to the world, and the will of light voluntarily protects him.

The angel man who attacked Mo Fan had already caused the disgust of the angel soul, which did not hesitate to self-ignite its divine wings to punish the six-winged hunting angel.

The cultivation of a patrolling angel is linked to the angel soul-fetus. When the angel soul-fetus is separated, his power also turns into illusory ashes.

"Come back, my child."

Mo Fan was an evil devil one second ago, but revealed a noble and holy heart of love the next. He stretched out his hand, guided the angel soul to the Holy Wing Tree in Heaven, and transformed it into a golden fruit.

Everyone was shocked by this scene. Who would have thought that Mo Fan could also use the power of the Holy City, and he looked much more powerful than the six-winged hunting angel.

The Temple Mother was almost going crazy. The only person stronger than the Hunting Angel could be the Archangel standing at the top of magic. Could it be that Mo Fan was one of the Archangels walking on earth?

No one could answer her question!

Mo Fan turned around, faced Dulank, and asked with a pure smile:
"You said God... can also make mistakes!!" Dulank shuddered all over. No matter how he answered this question, he was doomed to die.

Can God make mistakes?
If God can make mistakes, then is there any need for the Holy Court, which represents fairness and justice, to exist?

If God does not make mistakes, then I will be judged by the holy city I have always longed for.

Is the God whom he used to praise going to take his life now?

Mo Fan smiled indifferently: "Can't you answer it?"

Then, his smile turned grim: "Grand Priest Dulank of the Holy Court secretly communicated with the Black Dragon Pavilion, colluded with the evil wizard, and framed Saint Ye Xinxia, ​​causing immeasurable damage to the Parthenon. In the name of the Holy God, I sentence you - guilty!!!"

God does not make mistakes, so if God says you are guilty, then you are guilty.

After Dulank finished speaking, the black sin stones in the hands of the Thirteen Judges suddenly and mysteriously appeared beside him. Without the need for a vote, the thirteen sin stones performed the dark judgment.

Dulank's face twisted and he said, "No, how can you launch a dark inquisition against me? Even if I am guilty, I still need to go through the Inquisition!!"

He has presided over several Dark Judgements, and he knows best how terrifying the God of Death, Haila, is. Even the greatest dark masters of the time have died at the hands of Haila.

The mark of the Black Judge fell heavily on his forehead, and Dulank felt endless regret in his heart. If he had not been involved in this matter, he could still be a good high priest.

But now - it's too late.

The thirteen sin stones connected to form a light curtain, transforming into a huge area of ​​darkness and nothingness.

Although this light curtain covered the peak, everyone felt as if they were outside the light curtain. This was the Dark Judgment that targeted Durank only.

Dark gray clouds covered the sacred mountain. The people in the Acropolis of Athens had already noticed the changes on the sacred mountain, although the Parthenon activated the defensive barrier at the first time.

However, the turmoil created by the Black Snake, Ba Xia, and Tianhen Holy Tiger was too great, and even the strongest barrier of the temple could not fully withstand their power.

Now the dark execution ground sky appeared again, which made the people of the Acropolis of Athens feel terrified. About twenty years ago, the Son of Heaven Wentai died in such a sky.

Now... who else will die?

The cold rain suddenly fell, and from the dark and empty sky of the execution ground, the skeleton of the Greek god of death was slowly crawling out.

Durank's eyes were filled with horror and fear. In the past, he always enjoyed watching the Haila crawling out of hell and admired it as it tore apart the rebels who were against him.

Suddenly, a wizard wearing the Holy Judgement Armor rushed towards Mo Fan. He was Dulank’s personal guard, a super-class wizard with full cultivation.

Their plan has failed, but he doesn't want to give up and wants to fight for the last chance.

But before he could get close, a ball of dark red sky fire fell on his head.

[Skyfire Sanction]

A graceful, holy and gorgeous figure descended from the Holy Wings Tree of Heaven. Ten gorgeous divine wings extended from the holy light behind her. The wings were bright gold near the holy light and turned dark red to the edge.

There were hot sparks swirling above his head. He was wearing a milky white robe dotted with gold, with two divine rings hanging on his left and right. His bright white and smooth jade hands were holding a Skyfire Demon Sword from Hell.

"Holy Fire Seraph-Mira, protect the Holy Lord!!!"

(End of this chapter)