3059 Only Michael
At Sahara Red Sand Valley…
A rainbow that resembled a scorpion appeared on the steep and lengthy sand valley that faced the sun. The magnificent colors added a tinge of mystery to the desert.
The area hidden from the sunlight was a barren zone. The sand ridge was the perfect line that divided the red dune and black sand valley into two worlds.
A tanned woman appeared in the middle of the black sand valley. She was covered in striking veils and clad in a golden silk garment. She walked out of the dim world and stood on top of the sand ridge, facing the sun.
When the sunlight fell on her, the desert spirits that haunted her dissipated in a flash. A strong breeze struck her and lifted her golden silk garment, bringing out her upright and slender figure.
Flap! Flap! Flap!
A white parrot in the sky flew toward the tanned woman. The woman raised her arm so that the white parrot could land on it.
"The Holy Shadow is dead! Someone killed the Holy Shadow! Someone has killed the Holy Shadow! It's unforgivable and sinful!" The white parrot repeated the words.
"The fallen angel?" asked the tanned woman.
"No! The Holy Shadow is dead! Someone killed the Holy Shadow! It's unforgivable and sinful!" continued the white parrot.
"The Sahara spirits are dead. They won't set off another wave of sand fortress within a short period of time. They are just a group of scouts. There is a ruler in the depths of the Sahara that spies on the human's land. It will take action in the next few decades. Record my words in the Critical Scripture and the Angelic Mission Literature," said the tanned woman to the white parrot.
The white parrot repeated her words.
"Okay. Let's solve the issue before us. What's the name of the dead Holy Shadow?" asked the tanned woman.
"Holy Shadow Clark."
"If they didn't do it, who else has the audacity to kill the Holy Shadow? Hand over his cases to me. After I return to Holy City, I'll personally investigate the matter," said the tanned woman.
"Wow! Wow! T-That thing behind you is scary!" The white parrot was so terrified that it flapped its wings and nearly fell into the sand.
The tanned woman turned around. She fixed her gaze on the dune that was half black and half red. The dune was massive and endless. A demonic shadow appeared at the farthest end. A red sandstorm appeared under the demonic shadow's feet. Its eyes lit up in the middle of the tumbling sand tsunami. Its eyes flashed green and gave a shocking sensation.
The white parrot was so terrified that it spoke incoherently. Meanwhile, the tanned woman stood on the sand ridge fearlessly.
"It looks like we will have to return to Holy City later. The owner of the Sahara doesn't want me to let the world know about their true intention," said the tanned woman.
"It's scary!"
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At Holy City…
Mo Fan looked up to see the beautiful night sky in the courtyard filled with weeds.
Mo Fan began to miss the world outside, especially someone who was very close to his heart. He wondered how she was at that moment.
Holy City was a mountain city. At night, the city without light pollution faced the night sky. The night sky at its best would be visible to the people. The stars that twinkled like diamonds were dense in the sky. The stars looked as if they were reachable.
Mo Fan's liberty had been restricted.
Lately, everything seemed to have been restricted.
He could not come into contact with anyone. He could not even see his most hardworking delivery man—Zu Xiangtian.
It seemed that as Holy City continued to oppress him, Mo Fan began to feel the taste of loneliness.
Day by day, Holy City dug a grave for Mo Fan. Perhaps he was someone who carried weight in society. As such, the people of Holy City had to dig a large grave to fit him so that they could nail the sarcophagus lid properly.
The truth was, Mo Fan was not afraid at all.
He used to wander around in the Dark Plane for a year. He almost got used to the air over there.
In the beginning, he missed some people. As he walked down memory lane, many faces appeared before him. The more he did, the more he refused to waste his life.
"Mo Fan, show up in court now." Holy Shadow Brooke shouted.
Brooke had been standing guard over the courtyard filled with weeds for almost twenty-four hours daily. Even though Mo Fan did not see his presence, Mo Fan was aware that Brooke was in the middle of the courtyard watching his every move. Even if Mo Fan only sneezed, Brooke would report to Archangel Michael.
Meanwhile, Michael had never appeared. Mo Fan did not see him even to that moment.
Michael was the one who had the most concern about Mo Fan's life and death. Mo Fan even suspected Michael was the main culprit behind the scenes.
"Do I need to wear a formal suit?" asked Mo Fan.
"Up to you." Brooke sized Mo Fan up before saying, "If you wear it yourself, the mortician will have less work."
"I'm showing up in court for trial. I'm not going to the execution grounds," said Mo Fan to Brooke.
"And what's the difference? You knew you were going to die. None of the people who went against Holy City ever walked out of the city alive." At that moment, Brooke laughed and revealed his yellowish teeth as a result of heavy smoking.
"I think Holy City is going against me," said Mo Fan.
"You've killed a Parade Angel. Regardless of the excuses, you can never survive. Think about it carefully, the Parade Angels rule the earth. They are the most supreme and selfless people in the world. If the person who killed the Parade Angel continues to survive in the world, what is the purpose of Holy City's existence?
"Holy City has been working hard in order to ensure the continuation of humanity for the past thousands of years. Holy City and its principles are the reasons magic achieved its glory today and that you can live peacefully in the city from being devoured by demons.
"If you dare break Holy City's rules, you're no different from bringing down the magic civilization of mankind that has existed for thousands of years. You're going against the Five Continents Magic Association Alliance and the humans in this world."
Brooke said a lot in a single breath. He spoke with pride as a member of Holy City.
"What should I do, then? If you were in my shoes, what would you do if a Parade Angel wanted to harm and kill you? He also doesn't mind killing the innocents in order to force you to fight back." said Mo Fan to Brooke.
"That's simple. You shouldn't have killed Shalitha. Even if he used the cruelest method, you should have kept him alive. Even if you are mistreated, you should have kept him alive. You should have handed him over to Archangel Michael and let Michael handle him. Only Michael has the power to kill the angels. You, on the other hand, don't have the power to kill. No one in the world has the power to kill. Michael is the only one who has the power to do so. Do you understand?" said Brooke in a lecturing tone.
Mo Fan laughed.
In the end, it was still all about Michael the douchebag!
