Card Master of Versatile Mage

Time flies, ever since the Kraken catastrophe ended and the Holy City executed Su Lu, Michael, the Archangel, led the team to the Antarctic Glacier.

In the Antarctic glacier, they cracked the Antarctic Emperor's formation.

The weather is slowly recovering, and the temperature has also risen a lot. After this incident, the prestige of the Holy City increased to a higher level.

It was at this time that the Holy City sent an invitation notice to Su Muchen.

However, although the news reached China, Su Muchen himself was not here.

Parthenon.

Ye Xinxia woke up slowly, and there was no familiar sound of birds coming from the forest outside the house. When he opened his eyes, the mountain forest was still shrouded in turbid darkness, and sparse stars dotted the mountain line, hazy and extremely distant.

At this moment, the sky has not yet brightened. Ye Xinxia closed her eyes again, but unlike before, she did not fall into a deep sleep, but her thinking was particularly clear, as if she could draw a detailed picture in her mind, even the textures on the pillars. See clearly.

Pot after pot of white flames appeared, one red figure after another, and a man in a long white robe with disheveled hair, showing a bit of majesty. He was sitting in the center of all the white fire pots, and there was a woman in a white robe. The person was talking, but she couldn't hear what was said specifically. She only knew that everyone knelt down in the end and cheered something, as if their era was about to come!

Ye Xinxia has been dreaming every day recently because of her increasing strength.

But she knew that she was much closer to those things that were covered in dust.

Picking up the pen, Ye Xinxia took advantage of the images in the dream to fade away from her mind. She quickly drew some graphics, and then ordered a maid next to her to go check these things.

Time always passes quietly. With the arrival of election day, the city of Athens has already been covered with flowers.

A city is like a perfect garden. The edges and corners of high-rise buildings seem to be smoothed by these beautiful branches and tidbits. You are obviously walking in a modern city, but you seem to be traveling to a place with flower branches as walls. The petals are the streets of the ancient mythical country.

Black robes and black skirts have gradually appeared in people's sight. Black is actually a very broad definition, not to mention that Mediterranean clothing is ever-changing. Even black has many different colors, such as shiny and smooth leather clothes, and dark colors. The bright interlaced black stripes are a moment for everyone to show their unique side.

As for the styles, they are even more diverse.

Black robes and black skirts are just general terms, and only Parthenon personnel will strictly abide by the dress regulations of robes and skirts. Citizens and tourists don't care as long as the colors are generally correct.

Of course, there are also some young people who want to go retrograde and show off their individuality. They wear whatever colors they like.

But the vast majority of these people will be involuntarily "squeezed" out of the election site by the black crowd and religious elements. Today's black robes and black skirts are a culture and custom developed by people consciously. There are no legal regulations, and there are no There is no explicit prohibition. If you don't like it, don't join in the fun. Just do what you should do.

The first day of the election was the sacred fire of the Five Continents Magic Association. It was the Parthenon sacred fire from Asia that first ignited the whole of Athens.

The holy fire from the Aparthenon affiliated temples in various regions on the five continents will come across the ocean. The affiliated temples will write their supporters into the sacred fire, and a group of the most loyal adjudicators will conduct the process along the way. Escort to Greece to the city of Athens, ensuring that there will be no mistakes in every sacred fire. A total of five holy fires arrived on this day, and these five holy fires also represent the official start of the goddess election!

"Compatriots from Australia, from the southern tip of the Pacific, they are willing to support Saint Ye Xinxia as our goddess."

"Coming from the Americas, North America and South America, they are willing to support Saint Iris as our goddess."

"."

The first day of the election ended with a three-to-two result.

The second and third days were uneventful, but on the last day, Salan appeared in Parthenon. However, after Xinxia sent Yizhi completely to hell, Parthenon calmed down the chaos.

It is precisely because Xinxia became a goddess that some memories were completely revived. At this time, Ye Xinxia was also ready to take action against the Black Vatican Pope.

In a main hall of Parthenon, only Ye Xinxia and the palace mother were present.

"Wang Chong has no effect on you anymore?" Palace Mother Pami Shi asked looking at Ye Xinxia who came to see her. To be honest, Ye Xinxia's growth was so fast that she was caught off guard.

"After Yizhisha designed and framed me as Red Archbishop Salan, Wang Chong was killed by me. I know who I am and what kind of inheritance I have received. I should thank you. "Ye Xinxia said sincerely to the palace mother.

"You don't need to thank me, you should thank your mother for dedicating such a perfect piece of jade to me." The tone of the palace mother Pamishi was much gentler than before.

"But she still betrayed you." Ye Xinxia said.

"Ye Chang has never been loyal to me from the beginning to the end. She always has her own plans. What she wants to do most is to identify my true identity and then slit my throat!" said the palace mother Pami Shi. .

"So, you are the Pope, right?" Ye Xinxia said again.

pope.

The supreme pope of the Black Church.

There is always a huge robe that covers her figure and appearance. Her solemn and indifferent temperament makes all cardinals crawl on the ground and can only obey his teachings and instructions.

But who knows the true identity of the Pope?

Even Ye Xinxia has been fumbling around recently, and now she finally understands the whole story.

"." This night, Ye Xinxia and the palace mother chatted for a long time, but no one knew what they were talking about.

And no one knows what kind of cooperation they have reached.

Goddess Day arrived, facing the morning light, Ye Xinxia, ​​dressed in a long skirt, walked out of the Mother Pavilion.

After walking across the wooden bridge, there are winding mountain roads under the high mountains. Looking down from here, you can already see an endless stream of people. They are climbing up the Shenyin Mountain step by step. The long queue of people can't be seen at all. Not to the end.

When people have enough food, clothing and comfort, it is easy to ignore the power of faith. After experiencing a crisis, the glory of the Parthenon has been implanted in the hearts of every Athenian citizen.

Praising the Mountain, in this fragrant flower festival, the mountains and forests are like the paint tray accidentally knocked over by the God of Creation, unintentionally rendering a picture with distinct layers and charming colors.

The softness of the style and the unique fragrance are the most essential scents of the most famous spices in Europe. Ladies from many countries spend a lot of money on the fragrance elements picked from the Goddess Peak.

The soft morning light shines on the glass statues that can be seen everywhere on the praise mountain, reflecting the holy light. It is obviously a peaceful mountain, but it is full of fascinating light.

There is an endless stream of believers today.

Mount Lizan is the end point, and it is only on this day that the Parthenon's Goddess Peak will be fully open to people. The long and winding stairs, as well as some majestic plank roads and cliff suspension bridges are all crowded with people, who are eager to enter the Mount of Lizan. The mountain came into the sight of the new goddess, but she was extremely disciplined and did not dare to destroy any plant or tree on the sacred mountain of the Parthenon.

The long road, the pious crowd, and occasionally you can see some graceful waitresses and female sages. They use the rain and dew of olive branches to bless a climber at the mountain pavilion. Everyone who is blessed by the rain and dew is like Children shouted excitedly. For them, it was a worthwhile trip to get the blessings of the maid and the sage!

At the foot of Lizan Mountain, a woman wearing black linen clothes climbed up the mountain with light steps. The top of Lizan Mountain is very wide, and it is arranged like an open-air ceremony venue. The six-color sunshade canopy is spread perfectly above the head. It forms a beautiful canopy dome, covering the entire Lizan Mountain ceremony stage.

The woman in linen glanced around and saw many seats.

Some special groups of people took their seats one after another. They all have a certain status in this society and do not need to climb step by step like the believers at the foot of the mountain. They have their own VIP access.

"There really is a place for us." The woman in linen pointed to the seat with some surprise.

The seats were neatly arranged and marked with their names. Those who found their seats had a somewhat proud smile on their faces. After all, this was the first day of the Goddess's Praise, and those who could sit here were equal to the ancient "Galaxy" They have a close relationship with the goddess.

"Could it be a trap? After all, we still don't know Ye Xinxia's position." The woman in black linen continued to ask.

Next to the woman in linen clothes, there is a tall man with short hair and earrings. His face is clean and tidy, but his gender is a bit unclear.

There is both feminine softness and masculine heroic spirit. She was dressed in black, but the lining was red.

She is Salan.

That is, the cardinal that everyone hates, the world-famous cardinal!

Today's Parthenon is extremely lively, with all the deacons and senior officials of the Black Church, as well as a large number of world celebrities.

"When she wears a ring, it means she has met the Pope." Salan said.

"Yan Qiu, how many of the Pope's people do you think are on this mountain, and how many of our people are there?" Salan stroked his earrings with his hand and suddenly asked.

"Now more than half of the people in the Holy See have surrendered to us, but the Pope's influence over the years is still there, and we still can't make a judgment until the end." The woman in Mai said.

"I only ask Hong Yi." Salan said.

"As for Hongyi, there may be only three people on your side, and one of them is a newcomer we support." Yan Qiu, the leader of the extradition, said.

"Didn't you ask me last night why I believed Ye Xinxia?"

"Although she let Black Medicine Master go, Black Medicine Master was going to return to heaven. We can't just trust her and give her the list just because of this." Extradition chief Yan Qiu still felt that there was something wrong with Salang's decision last night.

"Only Ye Xinxia can lead to the real Pope. If we don't hand over enough chips, we will never be able to touch the Pope." Salang said.

The extradition chief cares about every member of the congregation.

But in Salan's eyes, all the members of the congregation are just tools, just to enable her to achieve her goals. As for Ye Xinxia who wants to control all the cardinals and all the Vatican staff, well, leave it to her.

If it weren't for the last pope, Salan would naturally not be here.

"Sir, you seem to have deliberately ignored one thing." The extradition chief suddenly said.

"Ye Xinxia doesn't dare to do that. Before any of our congregants reveal their identities, they are civilians and devout climbers. If she does that, it will be equivalent to massacre of people on the first day of becoming a goddess." Salang road.

"Also, she can't prove that we are members of the church unless she admits to the world that she is the Pope of the Black Vatican. But by doing so, she will destroy the Parthenon and everything."

But at this time, Salan suddenly paused because she had already thought of the Pope's true identity! ! !

At this moment, her face looked extremely ugly, because, if that were the case...

(End of this chapter)