Full-time Creation Master

Don't touch that flower.

All eyes turned to her.

A small red flower bud has appeared among the leaves of the seventh olive branch.

Xinxia stopped what she was doing.

Izusa squinted her eyes.

Pamis stopped holding the rosary beads.

"Blood poppy," Salam said.

An uproar erupted inside the main hall.

This name once carried the heaviest stain on the entire Parthenon.

Now, it has reappeared in the Divine Scripture. The blood poppy bud was sealed by the Holy Judge with a triple barrier.

The archbishop of the Holy City Observation Mission personally stepped down from his seat.

"No one is allowed to leave." He surveyed the hall. "According to the Holy City's regulations for handling dark incidents, the scene is under the jurisdiction of the Holy Judgment Court."

Hailong, his face dark with anger, took a step forward.

"This is Parthenon."

"Blood poppies are prohibited by the Black Vatican."

"It's also evidence from the Parthenon case back then." Hailong didn't back down. "Without the joint authorization of the Saintess, the Mother of the Temple, and the Four Temples, the Holy City has no right to take over the Holy Scriptures."

The two forces clashed in the center of the hall, causing the blessing patterns on the stone pillars to flicker.

Pamis finally spoke.

"Save lives first."

This statement sounded fair and made everyone look back at the African priest.

His heartbeat is slowing down.

Blood poppies are not ordinary poisons.

When pollen enters the soul, it amplifies a person's fear, anger, and despair, and then transforms these emotions into dark matter.

The more powerful the healing magic, the faster it is likely to grow.

"This is aimed at me," Xinxia said.

The seventh patient was temporarily replaced, and the blood poppy happened to appear on the olive branch she was about to touch.

As long as she performs the divine magic according to the sacred procedures, the priest will transform into a dark monster in front of the whole world.

"I'll do it," Izusa suddenly said.

She approached the priest, and the aura of death transformed into a gray feather, attempting to freeze the pollen from her soul.

The priest's chest suddenly swelled up.

A hand made of blood vessels tore through the skin and grabbed at Inossa's face!

Hailong drew his sword.

The golden sword light from the Knights' Temple was faster than the sound, severing the bloody hand at the wrist.

After the severed hand hit the ground, it quickly grew into dozens of vines, which swarmed up the paving stones and towards the surrounding crowd.

"Yao Guang!"

Outside the sacred mountain, Mo Fan's voice came through the communication array.

Ten thousand Radiant Knights simultaneously formed hand seals.

A thin, hair-like beam of platinum light pierced through the sacred mountain's barrier, passed through the dome of the main hall, and landed precisely in the center of the crimson vines.

There was no explosion.

All the pollen that was illuminated instantly lost its activity.

The Archbishop of Holy Judgment looked up at the dome, his face grim.

The sacred mountain's barrier remained intact, but that legion had proven that they could send power into the temple.

If they can send power into the temple, then the protective array of the holy city is useless.

What a terrible thing this is!

........

Xinxia took the opportunity to approach the priest.

"Look at me."

The priest could no longer open his eyes.

Xinxia then used her spiritual connection to enter his spiritual world.

It was a burning grassland.

The blood poppy transformed into a strange tree that was a thousand meters tall, its roots entwining the priest's soul;

Behind the strange tree stood a blurry figure wearing an ancient Egyptian crown.

Khufu.

Or perhaps, it was merely a gaze left behind by Khufu.

Xinxia did not attack the strange tree.

She first embraced the young soul that was entangled by roots.

"You are not a sacrifice," she said.

The priest trembled.

The olive branch, which was far away in reality, suddenly sprouted new buds.

The vibrant green life force grows against the roots of the blood poppy, and wherever it passes, the burning grassland is restored inch by inch.

The strange tree emitted a sharp hissing sound.

Hu Fu's shadow reached out to Xin Xia.

But the other hand reached out from the void and grabbed its wrist.

Chu Ming, who was prepared, stood on the edge of the spiritual world.

"It's impolite to peek at someone's treatment."

He casually pulled it off.

The pharaoh's shadow was forcibly dragged out from the depths of the priest's soul.

How could we dare to let Ye Xinxia out without arranging some trump cards for her?

It's not like I'm sick!

They just had to stage those dramatic, close-quarters-or-death situations.

The shadow was merely a divine thought, emitting a low laugh before shattering.

"I'm just here to see a grand event."

"Then sit closer."

Chu Ming brought his five fingers together, and the holy light compressed the shadow into a small ball, which he then took into his hand.

In reality, the young priest suddenly took a breath.

The blood poppy buds withered.

He survived.

Cheers erupted in the temple, but Pamishi looked at Salam.

At the same time, the Holy Judge also extracted a very faint wisp of dark energy from the olive branch.

"It shares the same origin as the blood poppy that Salam used back then," the archbishop said in a deep voice, blatantly lying through his teeth.

All the criticism finally turned to the target they had already chosen.

So-called fairness requires almost equal strength.

When a trial is unfair, laying down your arms and talking about the law is the most useless thing to do.

.........

The Holy Tribunal says that a book was found in a room where Salam had lived, somewhere unknown.

Hidden between the pages of the book are three unhatched blood poppy seeds.

The paper still retained her dark aura, and even the sealing method was exactly the same as it was back then.

The evidence is excessively complete.

"This is my method," Salam admitted after looking through the scriptures.

The Archbishop of the Holy Judgment revealed a cold smile.

"It's good that you admit it."

Sarilang's identity could be kept secret from many people, but Chu Ming and Sarilang never intended to hide it from everyone from the very beginning.

Therefore, although the Holy City is not rotten to the core, Salang's identity as the one wielding the forbidden spell cannot be concealed.

.......

"I only acknowledge that this seal originated from me."

Salam raised his eyes. "I don't acknowledge the book as mine."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is that I phased out this method of sealing off ten years ago."

She ran her fingernail across the cover of the sutra and peeled off a thin layer of black wax.

"Imitators only know the appearance, but they don't know that blood poppy seeds need to breathe."

If sealed with dead wax, the seeds will die after three days.

"A person who truly wants to use it wouldn't do that; only someone who wants to use it as evidence to frame someone would."

The archbishop remained unmoved.

"That's just your excuse."

"Then check the seed viability."

"The Holy City will investigate. You must accept your detention until the results are in."

Two holy judges stepped forward.

At the same time, the sound of armor clashing rang out from outside the door.

Hailong led the Golden Knights to block their path, while on the other side were dozens of guards from the Great Xia delegation.

The two forces pressed closer and closer in the narrow corridor.

As the mother of the future goddess Xinxia, ​​Hailong would absolutely not allow the goddess to have a "stain" of being a mother of the Black Church.

The reason why the Great Xia delegation's Purple Gold Guard stepped forward was even simpler: Who the hell are you?

How dare you use the forbidden spell of our Great Xia, Your Majesty Sarilang?

"I have to go now," Salang suddenly said.

Mo Fan frowned.

Are you sure?

"They want to use me to drag Xinxia down from her position as a candidate for Goddess." Salang looked at Pamishi. "If I resist, it will play right into their hands."

But asking me to endure it is impossible!

"Out of sight, out of mind!"

"Very well!" Mo Fan nodded, signaling the Purple Gold Guards and his Imperial Guards (as a king, Mo Fan had his own personal guards, also known as the Imperial Guards) to clear the way.

As for the Holy Judge?

Laugh to death!

The Purple Gold Guards only accept orders from the Ancient Palace Magic Association and the Great Xia Military.

Mo Fan's Imperial Guards, on the other hand, were a direct descendant of contempt for the powerful and arrogant, fearless and domineering.

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