Versatile Mage’s Holy Spirit Judgment

Chapter 284 Captain Ye Xuan returns to his post, and the national team assembles!
But at present, things are not finalized yet. Ye Xuan will not have the weird idea of ​​going directly to the Holy City and shouting: "I am the Holy Son, you all kneel down!", and I am afraid that he will be pulled in on the spot. On the guillotine.

As for the meaning behind Song Yan's words, Ye Xuan should take it into consideration. The Holy Inquisition Tribunal is a huge organizational force. The resources inside are quite huge. It is usually the rule that the most capable people take over. But this is not the case. Something she should be thinking about right now.

If he agrees now, Ye Xuan will soon lose his reserved quota. Before obtaining resources for China to fight against the demon empire in the future, similar to this idea, it is better to wait in the queue and win the championship.

……

The next day, after resting for a night in the hunting lodge, Song Yan left here and went to the Capital of the Dead, the ancient capital where the turmoil had not long subsided.

In fact, after getting the news, in addition to meeting his junior brother with special talent in the light system, tracking down Salan, who was still alive, was the top priority.

Such a heinous person died so easily. The novel script would not dare to write like this, even if Salan died at the end of the original work, he was still dead, but he was resurrected. (The original text is indeed resurrected)
Arriving at the ancient capital, the outer city wall is being rebuilt. Many earth mages gathered together. The strong momentum evaporated. Brown constellations were set up. The tall and towering outer city wall was being cast. The project was already halfway through.

With wings of wind growing out of her back, Song Yan looked into the distance and saw a dead gray land. What she didn't know was that about a few kilometers diagonally opposite, there was a woman in red robe, her figure had been submerged, her cheeks were pale, and there were people beside her. One person supports him.

"Sir, are you sure you don't want to recover for a while? If you lose such a dark clone, if you don't take care of it, it will be difficult to improve your cultivation in the future."

The person supporting him was a man in gray robe, but he was not the lowest-level gray robe, but an extradition chief. It can be said that the rain in Bo City and the ancient capital was all controlled by him, and he was unique. Water type disaster talent.

This person is clearly Wu Ku. As for the person next to him, it is estimated that he is Salang who faked his death and escaped. However, the latter's breath is weak, but he is infinitely close to death.

"It doesn't matter, it's important to escape. The Holy Inquisition actually sent a super-powerful person here. You are no match for him. Hurry up while you can still hide your body!"

Salan's tone was a little weak. The person she killed at the Bell Tower Magic Association that day was her dark clone. Disguise was one of her life-saving methods and she could use it for free. However, if the clone died, the main body would definitely suffer heavy damage.

It can range from being weak for a few months and unable to perform magic, to being completely mentally exhausted and sleeping for several years, but due to various causes and effects, it is better than death directly.At present, it seems that she is obviously in the former situation, and it only takes a few months to cultivate.

Wu Ku supported Sa Long and quickly turned away, disappearing into the darkness at the end.

Salan could not help but murmur to himself: "The catastrophe in the ancient capital and the failure to become a god are harmless. There are endless disasters waiting for this world. Please remember my name, Salan. I am the cause of this world's disasters. nightmare!"

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After several days of patrolling the ancient capital with no results, Song Yan returned without success. After staying at the hunting station for a day or two and entrusting him with some important things, he returned to the Alps in a hurry.

There was still one day left before the team assembled. Ye Xuan was called to the hunting place by Old Man Bao. As for the general reason, Ye Xuan could guess at least some of it.

"Song Yan, this kid, has a very delicate mind." He helped the old man take a puff of his cigarette, and a smile appeared on his lips, "When you come here this time, the Holy City must have noticed something. Your special light system won't It's on their wanted list, but if you can't use it, then you just have to keep a low profile."

Old Man Bao is the former priest of the Holy Inquisition Tribunal, and he knows more or less the details. They will not reject the pure light of Ye Xuan, but if he establishes his own sect and in turn threatens the Holy City, that is not the case. House arrest is obliteration.Maybe it will be another opportunity for a certain archangel to return to the Holy City. He even has a line: Those evil disciples who have the power of abnormal light, let me, the archangel, purify you!

"Besides, Old Man Bao, you also know that the World University Competition is coming soon. If at this time..."

Ye Xuan already knew the consequences without even thinking about it. What he would have to bear when the time came was the boundless anger from the top Chinese officials and many people who had high hopes for him. He clearly had high hopes for him, but suddenly switched sides. Who could not be angry? ?
"The fact that you can think this way shows that you still have judgment. Song Yan said it very euphemistically. That's because he knows that the water in the Holy Inquisition Court is very deep, not ordinary deep. He wants to struggle there and finally stand out. It’s not easy.”

"You are the youngest junior brother in the hunting camp. Song Yan has mentioned to me many times that he admires you, so whether to accept or reject it, he gave you the opportunity. If he doesn't say it openly, he doesn't want to embarrass each other. You also I understand, then we’ll make a decision after the competition.”

Old Man Bao doesn't care, he has retired, and many big and small matters in the Holy Inquisition Tribunal have nothing to do with him, but things must be kept in mind.

Although he is no longer a priest, he still has certain participation and decision-making rights in matters big and small.

Some matters related to China's interests still need to be reported by Song Yan. As an old priest, he has a long-lasting majesty and his words are quite intimidating.

……

Another day passed. On the playground of Pearl Academy, several black figures stood side by side. In front of them, there was a tall instructor with a fierce face, which looked extremely stern and intimidating.

Now, almost all the people who should be in the national team have arrived. Because Li Kaifeng got another vote, coupled with his own influence and contribution to China, he made an exception and opened a substitute place for him to fill up.

The experience is not important, it is just similar to the treasure hunt competition. Only ten people can participate. It doesn't matter how many substitutes there are. There are no resources for this position.

Everyone came one after another. Mo Fan, who didn't know the way at first, thought he would be the last one to arrive. He had no choice but to just follow the fate.

"Is this the substitute?" a man with dreadlocks said.

Mo Fan has quite a reputation, and many team members are dissatisfied as to why this guy can be appointed as a substitute, even though he has a lot of votes.

But then I heard that the boss had stuffed it in, and I suddenly felt unbalanced.

"Sorry, tutor, I'm late."

Soon, Ye Xuan's voice echoed throughout the huge playground, and many eyes looked at him.

It's not that he was late on purpose. Ye Xuan had been thinking about matters related to the Holy Inquisition last night. If he didn't pay attention today, wouldn't he have overslept?
Fortunately, without wasting too much time, Captain Ye Xuan was in place, and the national team was officially assembled!

(End of this chapter)