I summon the blue-eyed white dragon in the full-time mage

Chapter 160 Holy City Judgment
Holy City Holy Court.

After Archangel Lemuel interrogated Mo Fan as the chief priest, the most important part began.

"Okay, I hope every representative will make a careful decision. Your verdict not only determines a person's fate, but also determines whether the Holy City can continue to maintain democracy and justice in the future."

“Delegates, please throw stones!”

Final verdict.

Eleven stones.

black and white.

Black stands for guilt.

White stands for innocence.

Soon, all the representatives cast their own stones, and the old priest slowly took out the stones and read out the result.

"The first stone, white."

Lemuel frowned slightly when he heard that the first one was white, but he still listened.

Until the old priest read the third one, which was still white, Remiel subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the man standing in an uninhabited corner.

The man's temples were white, but he looked very young, but his eyes revealed a bit of elusive mystery. He was none other than Michael.

It wasn't until the fifth stone that Lemuel's face finally looked better, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Fifth, black, guilty."

However, the continued announcement of the next stone made the smile on Lemuel's face suddenly freeze.

"The sixth one, white, not guilty."

There are five white stones, and only the last one is needed, and Mo Fan will be found not guilty.

Finally, at the seventh stone, the old priest looked at the stone in his hand. His eyes with droopy eyelids actually opened to the extreme. His cloudy eyes glowed with incredible brilliance, and he stared at the stone in his hand without wavering. A pebble!

Finally, the old priest's body trembled as he slowly read out the color of the stone.

"White...white."

There are a total of eleven stones, and now it is only the seventh, so there are six white stones.

Six white ones, Mo Fan's verdict - Not Guilty!
The entire Holy Court suddenly became even quieter, and the priests looked at each other in confusion.

However, at this moment, a voice came from the corner, ordering the old priest to continue reading.

"continue!"

The old priest didn't understand at first, until Michael stood up, looked at the old priest, and said.

"I said go ahead!"

The old priest quickly lowered his head and went to get new stones.

Until he saw the color of the eighth stone, his body trembled violently.

"The eighth one, white...white."

Another white one!
"Continue!" Michael said in a cold tone.

"The ninth one, white."

"No. 11, white."

As the color of the last stone was read out, the result instantly detonated the entire holy city.

Ten white stones are displayed there.

A solitary black.

This result is obviously very easy to judge. Except for the Holy Inquisition, which is affiliated with the Holy City, and cast black stones, all other forces cast white stones at Mo Fan.

The entire world except the Holy City believes that Mo Fan is innocent.

But no one showed any joy at this time.

In particular, Mo Fan, Lingling, Ye Xinxia and others already know that this is the resistance of many forces in the world who are dissatisfied with the rule of the Holy City.After all, no magical organization wants to be "controlled".

No one wants to always have a holy city above their heads, and Mo Fan, who killed the wandering angel, is the perfect forerunner!
And he, Mo Fan, was lucky enough to be the cannonball that showed their thoughts to the Holy City.

And the cannonball's fate is destined to be shattered to pieces!
At this time, everyone in the various delegations in the Holy Court was in danger, and there was no other expression on their faces except fear.

They didn't expect other forces to vote white!

Except for the black stones of the Holy City, all organizations in the world have chosen white.

This has made it clear that they are dissatisfied with the rule of the Holy City. Once this result comes out, whether they can leave the Holy City today is already a question.

"Everyone, why do you show such expressions? Are you afraid?" Archangel Michael walked slowly towards the center of the holy court.

No one dared to reply, everyone lowered their heads.

Michael stood in the center of the holy court, looking around at everyone present.

Sixteen wings suddenly appeared behind him, and the layers of sacred feathers suddenly opened like the most luxurious temple, making Michael look no different from a god!

Without saying any unnecessary words, the bodies of all the delegation members suddenly flew up, and they were all pressed against the wall, unable to move.

Wisps of soul energy floated out from everyone's seven orifices, flew into Michael's hand, and condensed into a ball, but as Michael's hand was clenched, a burst of energy exploded.

Everyone in the delegation roared in pain, their magical souls were shattered, and they became ordinary people from then on.

Michael then looked at the original protagonist of this trial, Mo Fan, and saw Lingling beside him. With a wave of his hand, Lingling slammed into the ruins behind him.

Mo Fan wanted to make a move, but in the next second, Mo Fan was like a puppet on strings, being pulled in front of Michael.

"Lingling." Mo Fan looked at the ruins worriedly.

"White."

"Not guilty."

"If I say guilty, I am guilty."

When Michael said this, his face had become cold and scary.

As the words fell, the skin on Mo Fan's chest began to heat up, and obvious burn marks appeared on Mo Fan's chest.

These burn marks outline a six-pointed star seal on Mo Fan's chest. Through this six-pointed star seal, Mo Fan's soul energy overflows outward at a terrifying speed.

However, at this moment, a huge golden book unfolded over the Holy Court, and a brilliant golden light was released from the book.

Michael didn't have time to escape, and could only wrap himself completely with layers of wings.

However, after the golden light ended, the angel's wings spread out, and Mo Fan's figure had disappeared.

Michael's face was unkind, and a rainbow light in his hand shot straight into the sky. Soon, with the rainbow light as the center, a reflected holy city was formed in the sky, with every part consistent with the one below.

The wings behind Michael shook, and he had already reached the sky, with divine light blooming all over his body, and he shouted.

"All Holy Judges, all Holy Shadows, and all Angel-sequencers obey the order and enter the highest combat alert!"

"Archangel Saga has rebelled, I order you to find her!"

The terrifying power of the Holy City began to operate, and Mo Fan, Lingling and Saga hid in a corner of the Holy City below.

However, before a few people could talk, the six-pointed star mark on Mo Fan's chest began to turn red.

The whole person is like a magnet, flying into the sky.

He flew between the two holy cities and then fixed himself in the air. The huge black six-pointed star formation behind him suddenly expanded.

Michael looked at Mo Fan's armor composed of divine oaths with a cold expression.

　It’s almost over. Thank you very much to all readers for your support so far.

　　I myself feel that this book is really ugly. If it weren’t for the good selection of elements and the support of kind-hearted gentlemen like you, I might not have written it until now.

　　Thank you very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)