Chapter 187 Collecting the Saint's Illustrations
Wang Feng walked on the broken stone steps and slowly landed on the top of the Parthenon.
His eyes swept across the devastated battlefield. The Goddess Temple had been reduced to ruins in the previous battle.
Suddenly, Wang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.
"Interesting. Panicia's body is surprisingly intact?"
"Well, the cost of the Great Resurrection Technique isn't that high, so I'll just consider it as unlocking the illustrated guide."
With a light stroke of his fingertips, a spatial rift appeared and swallowed Panicia's body.
After dealing with this little episode, Wang Feng turned his attention to the people in the Holy Court.
The atmosphere in the field suddenly froze.
The Holy Inquisition mages who had not taken action all knelt on one knee, their eyes full of reverence.
To them, this powerful being with an angel soul is undoubtedly the supreme being in the Holy City's angel sequence.
The mages who had attacked the deceased king were pale and trembling all over.
Even Michael was destroyed, let alone them?
The most unbearable ones are the eight judges.
Cold sweat had already soaked through their robes, and Wang Feng's cold gaze was like the gaze of death, making them feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.
"Wang Feng, let's stop here."
Song Qiming suddenly stepped forward and stood between Wang Feng and the judge.
Wang Feng's eyes darkened slightly: "Is Mr. Song going to protect them?"
"Not really." Song Qiming shook his head, his white beard trembling slightly. "The main culprit behind this Dark Judgment is Dulank. Although some people are in cahoots with him, not all of them are evil."
He solemnly touched his chest and saluted: "Please hand them over to the Holy Court for trial. I swear on my lifelong honor that I will give you a fair judgment!"
Wang Feng's cold eyes swept across the Twelve Judges, and after a moment, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll give you this favor. However..."
A cold light flashed in his eyes: "I have a condition."
"Speaking."
"I want to know—" Wang Feng said word by word, "who reported Yu'er from Feiniao City."
Song Qiming paused, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly:
"good."
…
Wang Feng stepped into the Holy Maiden Hall. Although the hall was damaged by the aftermath of the battle, the core restrictions were still intact.
The high-ranking officials of the Parthenon were gathered here for refuge, and when they saw him approaching, panic appeared on their faces.
They were afraid that this God of Death would give them a shot of [Dawn of the End] if they disagreed with him, and send them to see Yizhisha.
However, Wang Feng's gaze passed through everyone and locked onto Ye Xinxia.
"Get out of here!"
This light shout made everyone tremble.
They looked at each other, frozen in place and not daring to move.
"Everyone, please step aside for now." Ye Xinxia said softly, "I have something to discuss with Brother Wang Feng."
The crowd, as if they had been pardoned, hurriedly dispersed.
Before leaving, Asharuya looked at Wang Feng deeply, a complex look flashed in her eyes, and then she left slowly.
When there were only two of them left in the hall, Ye Xinxia quickly walked over to Wang Feng and asked, "Brother Wang Feng, are you okay?"
Wang Feng put his arm around the girl's slender waist and sat down with her on the velvet sofa.
"A mere six-winged angel." He tangled his fingertips around Ye Xinxia's hair. "You're not even worthy of tickling me."
With the defense of his fourteen-winged Seraph holy armor, he might not be injured even if he took Austin's dragon breath head-on.
Ye Xinxia's tense body finally relaxed, her beautiful eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Brother Wang Feng, how did you come to possess the Parthenon Divine Soul and the Angel Soul Embryo?"
"Want to know?" Wang Feng raised the corner of his lips with a playful arc.
"Yeah!" Ye Xinxia nodded vigorously, her hair swaying slightly with the movement.
"I won't tell you."
"Hateful!" Ye Xinxia pouted as she raised her fist and punched him in the chest neither too hard nor too soft.
Wang Feng's arms suddenly tightened, pulling her into his arms.
His slender fingers lifted her small chin, and the next second he held that bright red spot in his mouth.
Ye Xinxia wrapped her slender arms around his neck, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the hair at the back of his neck, responding to the kiss passionately.
…
While waiting for the trial results, considering that the Parthenon had just experienced a war, Wang Feng chose to temporarily stay in an ordinary hotel in Athens.
The space rift slowly opened up, and Pan Nijia's body was gently placed on the bed.
The girl's face looked peaceful, as if she was just asleep.
"The Parthenon's body preservation technology is superb." Wang Feng stroked her cold cheek with his fingertips and commented with a raised eyebrow.
Before he finished speaking, a sacred aura suddenly filled the entire room.
The Parthenon Spirit appeared behind him, and the healing star sea began to boil.
"Great Resurrection Spell!"
A strange star palace that was different from the ordinary "divine blessing" appeared in the air, and a milky white waterfall of light poured down, completely covering Pan Nijia.
Although this secret technique will drain the magic energy of the entire starry sea every time it is used, fortunately it will not cause any other harm to the caster.
(Note: The technique Ye Xinxia used to revive Yan Ji was not a true resurrection technique)
After a while, the soul dissipated, and a faint breath of life appeared on Pan Nijia's body.
Wang Feng murmured uncertainly, "Is this considered a success?"
“Bang, bang, bang—”
A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. After a quick mental scan and finding it was someone he knew, Wang Feng casually unlocked the door.
"Master~"
Standing outside the door were the smiling Ye Chang and Saint Ande, as well as...
A black dragon emperor with red eyes.
"Why are you here?" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at Austin.
"Wang Feng, you have such a cruel heart." Austin sobbed, his eyes filled with grievance.
"What did I do?" Wang Feng looked confused.
"You've treated her like that, and you're still saying you didn't do anything?"
Austin ripped open his collar with a wronged look, revealing a faint red mark below his collarbone.
The wound seemed shallow, but it was lingering with nineteen kinds of elemental forces of different attributes, intertwined with each other, and even the black dragon's powerful self-healing ability was completely suppressed.
Wang Feng stared at the familiar Chaos Sword Mark, and the corners of his mouth twitched - isn't this the residual breath of his own 'Dawn of the End'?
"Uh, come in first." He coughed awkwardly twice and stepped aside to make way. "I'll help you deal with these elements."
"Huh? Isn't this Panicia?" Ander's eyes fell on the sleeping figure on the bed, his expression dazed.
"Well, the spoils."
Chaos light flowed at Wang Feng's fingertips as he cleared the nineteenth series of elements remaining in Austin's wound. He answered without even looking up.
When Ander heard this, his expression suddenly became complicated.
Loot?
Isn't she one of them?
"You all saw the ending of Ishida, right?"
After treating Heilong's injuries, Wang Feng leaned lazily back in his chair, his eyes wandering between Ye Chang and Ander.
"Of course." Ye Chang's lips curled up with a hint of relief, "Together with Lan Yu, they will be reduced to ashes."
This answer made her extremely happy.
It was Izhisha's ruthless pursuit that forced her to join the Black Church.
Now that he had witnessed with his own eyes the complete destruction of his enemy, the obsession he had felt for many years had finally dissipated for the most part.
"Then it's time to fulfill the promise, right?" Wang Feng looked at Ander and said.
Although he can use the 'Optimize' ability to directly control Ender.
But that would be too boring.
As for the noble saint, he prefers to slowly 'conquer' her!
Ander bit his lower lip with his snow-white teeth, and his cheeks flushed like a peach blossom.
She lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "What should I do?"
Ye Chang raised her red lips in a dangerous arc, and her fingertips slid across Ander's delicate collarbone like a venomous snake:
"Come, let me teach you."
"First... we need to bite into the future~"
Austin's eyes suddenly lit up, and two hearts appeared in his golden dragon pupils.
"I, I want to join too!!!"
(End of this chapter)
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