Chapter 286 The Darkness Behind the Divine
Holy Land Marie Gioia.
Tall buildings are lined up in it, like a sacred palace, demonstrating the authority and glory of the world's nobility.
Everything here seems so solemn and inviolable.
The moonlight shines on the white building, reflecting a sacred light, as if warning the world that this is the pinnacle of power.
In a magnificent palace, Saint Jaygolucia Satan, one of the Five Elder Stars, was sitting at a huge conference table with a report in his hand.
His brows were furrowed and his face was gloomy.
The atmosphere in the room was so depressing that even the air seemed to become heavy.
"O'Hara has been completely destroyed, but why would anyone want to continue to touch that forbidden knowledge?"
He whispered, a hint of anger in his voice.
Topman Vochuli Saint nodded slowly and tapped the table with his fingers, making a rhythmic tapping sound.
"We cannot let anyone know that history, but the historical text cannot be destroyed at all."
"But the question now is,"
Saint Macas Mazi stood up and looked at everyone sharply.
"That Jin'an, he is currently heading to the G5 branch. It would be nice to let him fight with those ungrateful pirates. At least now his combat power is only lower than that of the Sengoku group."
"We need to take further measures against the historical text," Shepard ten Peter Saint said coldly, "We can't let the pirates continue to disrupt our plans."
The room fell into a brief silence, with everyone thinking about their next move.
Finally, Saint Macas Maz slowly stood up, his eyes filled with determination and coldness.
"Pass the order,"
His deep voice echoed in the room like a command.
“We must do our best to collect the historical texts no matter what the cost. Anyone who dares to challenge our authority must pay the price.”
At the same time, at the other end of the holy land of Marijoa, a celestial dragon in a white dress sat leisurely in the garden, enjoying the cool breeze at night.
There was a hint of laziness and arrogance on his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
"I heard that Jin'an has already left for the G5 branch. The war between the navy and the pirates will surely be very interesting."
He spoke casually, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.
The attendant beside him bowed his head respectfully and responded,
"Yes, Your Highness, everything is going according to your arrangements."
The Tianlong nodded with satisfaction and continued to enjoy the wine and food in his hands.
To him, there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with power and wealth.
In this holy land, everyone has his or her own role and responsibility.
And everything they do is to maintain the order and stability of this world.
However, behind this order and stability lie countless conspiracies and sacrifices.
The holy land of Marijoa remains solemn and sacred, but behind it, it hides countless unknown darkness and secrets.
And these secrets will be revealed one day.
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In the rest of the holy land of Marijoa, the Celestial Dragons were still singing and dancing as usual.
Although the night had fallen for a long time, it had no effect on them.
The luxurious palace was brightly lit, and the gorgeous chandeliers illuminated every corner. The light seemed to dance in the air, reflecting the gold, silver and jewels on the ground, flashing a dazzling light.
The celestial dragons were dressed in gorgeous robes, with rare treasures hanging all over their bodies, as if they were gods isolated from the world.
Some of them sat on carved benches, holding priceless wine glasses in their hands, savoring fine wines from all over the world.
Looking at the slaves dancing on the spacious dance floor, their movements while drinking were elegant and full of aristocratic demeanor.
The musicians played beautiful music with the most exquisite instruments, and the notes flowed in the air, as if taking away all the worries and troubles.
They were the protagonists of this feast, with their hands behind their backs, their eyes indifferently scanning the laughter around them.
As the best among the Celestial Dragons, he enjoys endless power and wealth, but these cannot fill the emptiness in his heart.
A servant stepped forward cautiously and respectfully handed over a plate of exquisite desserts.
The Tianlong man picked up a piece at random and chewed it carefully, while his eyes looked through the tall window at the deep night sky outside.
It was a freedom that was beyond his reach, as if to remind him that despite his supreme position, he was still bound in this golden cage.
As the night progressed, the noise of the party gradually died down.
The Celestial Dragon returned to his room, opened the window, and let the night breeze blow on his face.
He stood there quietly, gazing at the starry sky in the distance.
Although he was at the pinnacle of power, his heart was longing for something unspeakable.
Freedom, adventure, something big that would make his heart flutter again, these were dreams that would never reach him.
He sighed silently in his heart, turned and walked deeper into the room.
Luxurious furnishings, precious collections, everything seemed so cold.
The Celestial Dragon sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the wine glass in his hand, his thoughts drifting to a faraway place.
It was late at night, and the lights of Marijoa were still bright, and the Celestial Dragons' dance party continued with their endless luxury.
For these high-ranking nobles, it was just an ordinary night, peaceful and luxurious.
Just as the singing and dancing of the Celestial Dragons gradually stopped, a figure in a black cloak and a clown mask quietly came to the edge of Marijoa.
His movements were like shadows in the night, light and silent.
Jinan stood on a high place, overlooking this city that symbolizes power and luxury.
The magnificent palace looks particularly dazzling under the night sky, as if showing off the prosperity and wealth here.
There was a cold light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.
"These pigs are having a lot of fun."
He muttered in a low voice, disdain evident in his voice.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the edge of the mask, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could see through the night and see the endless extravagance and depravity of the Celestial Dragons.
The cloak swayed slightly in the wind, highlighting his slender and agile figure.
"Now let me show you a real carnival!"
Jin An's voice was low, carrying an unquestionable power.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin An's figure seemed to be erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.
His presence seemed to blend into the night, as if he had never appeared.
His movements were so swift and light, like a breeze passing by, and no one noticed his arrival.
Marijoa was still brightly lit, and the celestial dragons gradually fell asleep after enjoying the luxurious banquet.
No one realized that in the darkness, a real carnival was about to begin.
A breeze blew by, taking away the last bit of tranquility, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.
Jin An was standing on a high tower in Mary Geoise, looking down at everything below.
There was a sneer on his face and a gleam of indomitable spirit and resistance in his eyes.
"The fun has just begun,"
He whispered to himself, then turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows.
Jin An's arrival did not alarm anyone, but the aura he left behind permeated the air, as if an invisible hand was secretly controlling everything.
Marijoa seemed exceptionally peaceful under the night sky, but within this peace there lurked an ominous premonition that a huge catastrophe was about to happen.
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