Full-Time Magister: The Failed Knight, But the Dark Angel

Chapter 253 Tonight, the Judgment of Salam

The Black Pepper Court, led by Pamis, vanished with her death and Ye Xinxia's rise to power.

Holding the bishop's blood ring, Ye Xinxia arranged for Hailong to lead the knights to wipe out the remnants of the Black Pepper Court forces across the land. At dawn, she released a message to the world:

At dusk, the Divine Child Mu Ningwei will publicly judge the evil Cardinal Salon!

Once again, the world's attention is focused on Athens.

……

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the crimson and gold-edged clouds on the horizon resembled burning flames, igniting the torches reflected in the eyes of thousands of people in the Athens square.

Two days ago, a huge black cross was erected on the high platform where goddesses were selected.

A relatively small figure in a red robe was bound to the middle of the cross with ropes, letting the cold wind make the red robe flutter, and remained silent with his head bowed.

People cursed, wept, and celebrated, expressing their deepest anger at the captured cardinal. Singers sang praises of justice, and mages unleashed dazzling magic, celebrating the moment and releasing their pent-up emotions.

These powerful and clamorous sounds, when viewed from afar, make one dizzy, as if the world is distorted, yet they also make one's heart race and blood boil.

As dusk approached, a procession emerged from the passage cleared by the knights. Upon seeing the two holy men and women leading the way, the crowd involuntarily fell silent, their silent eyes burning with fervor as they gazed intently at the two most famous figures in the world.

Mu Ningwei and Ye Xinxia walked side by side, leading the Parthenon procession to the platform.

Ye Xinxia whispered to the female sages to pile up jobless wood soaked in Ningye essential oil under the cross.

Mu Ningwei looked down at the audience and met the eyes of those who were silently expressing their excitement. The power of faith gathered from all directions and formed a huge vortex in the sky.

Of course, ordinary people cannot see the power of faith. They are only unconsciously influenced when they approach the Athenian square, becoming solemn and empathetic, empathizing with the thousands of people, and immersed in excitement and joy under the guise of sadness.

Among the crowd, in the Shenzhou team who came to watch the ceremony, Nan Rongni said:

"Mentor Ning Wei and Goddess Xin Xia previously gained fame in the United States for their role in the execution of Cardinal Leng Jue. This was indispensable for Goddess Xin Xia's rise from an ordinary trainee maid to the highest leader of the Parthenon in just one year."

"Now that Instructor Ning Wei and the others have captured Salang, they will put her on trial when the Goddess Xin Xia ascends to the throne. The Goddess Xin Xia's position will be incredibly secure."

Nan Rongni was fortunate that she had chosen the right person to follow.

Mo Fan looked up at the holy Mu Ningwei on the stage, took a deep breath, and said, "What I admire most about Instructor Ningwei is this: he can always do great things quietly and bring evil to justice when we are not paying attention."

"The online rumors that Mentor Ning Wei and Goddess Ye are 'crime-busters' are truly well-deserved."

Mu Ningxue remained silent, her clear eyes trembling slightly as she looked at Mu Ningwei.

"In this way, Instructor Ning Wei can be considered to have avenged our Bo City."

Mo Fan nodded.

Ai Jiangtu exclaimed, "Master Ning Wei is truly remarkable. I no longer consider him a fellow monk from the bottom of my heart."

Nan Jue exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, right, Instructor Ning Wei is our peer!"

Dongfang Lie sighed helplessly, "Look at Instructor Ning Wei, and then look at myself. I'm clearly among the most talented, so why can't I be proud?"

Ai Jiangtu shrugged, "Because there are too many prodigies in our generation! They were all trained by Instructor Ning Wei, or are people related to Instructor Ning Wei."

"We were just lucky to have met Professor Ning Wei; there's nothing to be proud of."

"Yes, it's really our good fortune to have met Professor Ning Wei."

……

As dusk faded into the distance, the Milky Way stretched high in the sky, and even the stars seemed to open their eyes wide, witnessing the cardinal's final moments and celebrating with the world.

The timber had already piled up into a small mountain under the cross, engulfing Salam's lower body from the waist down.

Looking at the enormous vortex of faith in the sky, Mu Ningwei thought of Ye Xinxia's explanation last night.

Ye Xinxia knew that Mu Ningwei would not forgive Salang.

There was no longer any need for Salam to remain on Earth.

Therefore, Ye Xinxia decided to send Salang to the Dark Dimension.

Gathering the world's attention, just like the dark judgment of the Holy Son Venté in the past, deliver the grandest judgment to Salam.

Salam will be forever condemned to the dark dimension, and will bring the evil power of faith gathered from all over the world to Wen Tai.

This twisted and insane personality, born from the betrayal and abandonment of his lover, seeks revenge against the fallen dark king, Wen Tai!

Yi Zhisha was the prelude to this plan. Through Yi Zhisha, Ye Xinxia ensured that Salang could be sent to the dark dimension, thus avoiding a conflict between Mu Ningwei and Salang.

Mu Ningwei approves of this plan.

Salam was tainted by sin, so he judged her and exiled her forever, driving her to fight against the Dark King Ventay—a move that killed two birds with one stone.

I'm sure Wen Tai really enjoyed this surprise.

His beloved wife has traveled across two worlds to find him!

"Brother Ningwei, we can begin."

Ye Xinxia whispered.

A mentally unstable mother and a paranoid father reunite.

The normal Ye Chang personality remained, and she and Mu Ningwei lived happily together.

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This is the happy ending that Ye Xinxia longed for.

Mu Ningwei nodded, his body radiating pure white holy light, and eight flawless feathers unfolded in the sky, illuminating the sky in his holy angelic form.

Just then, the sun finally disappeared, and the twilight on the horizon vanished.

Mu Ningwei replaced the sun and became the holy light that illuminates the world.

Amidst gasps of astonishment, Mu Ning remained calm and composed, raising his arms high to hold up the flawless sacred fire, like Prometheus passing on the primordial fire to humanity, as if a holy angel were casting the sacred fire that purifies karma into the pile of wood beneath the cross.

Clusters—

The sacred fire on the logs spread instantly, and along the gaps where they were stacked, three whirlwind-like lines of fire circled around. The torches composed of pure white flames rose, and the warm heat permeated the bodies of the audience. The rich fragrance of Ningye essential oils diffused and spread.

At this moment, the city of Athens is filled with the fragrance of incense and the warmth of spring.

The flames engulfed Salam's body and the cross. The vast, towering sacred torch manifested the boundless vortex of faith, and the boundless clouds of willpower gathered into a magnificent canopy, rolling down and flowing into the sacred fire, making the torch burn ever brighter.

"listen to me--"

A clear, girlish voice whispered in the ears of everyone.

Ye Xinxia exuded a sacred and pure aura, protected by the phantom images of the sun, moon, and stars. She raised her fair, lotus-root-like arm and shook hands with Mu Ningwei, the angel.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Ye Xinxia: "In the future, the starlight will guide you, the moonlight will carry your beautiful wishes, and the sunlight will bring us courage and hope."

"May the three heavens protect my people."

"May the holy angel's sword be invincible, cutting down evil wherever it goes."

Mu Ningwei gripped Ye Xinxia's hand tightly, flapped his flawless wings and soared into the air. The sacred torch unfolded like a flower, shimmering with color, surrounding the two of them and reflecting in countless pairs of reverent eyes.

Mu Ningwei spoke, and his voice carried for miles:

"Justice will never yield to evil."

"Because I'm here."

"Tonight, Salam will be judged!"

(End of this chapter)