Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 318 The Tragedy of the Parthenon Saintess, Mo Fan Arrives
The Holy City was teetering on the brink of collapse under the combined assault of Cho'Gath, Rek'Sai, and Vel'Koz.

Meanwhile, on the European continent, another sacred site symbolizing healing, life, and faith—the Parthenon—failed to extend a helping hand to the holy city, which was in imminent danger.

It wasn't that they were cold-blooded bystanders who watched the holy city fall.

Instead, at this very moment, this sacred mountain, bathed in the Aegean sun, is itself engulfed in a terrifying storm no less devastating than a void invasion!
A vortex woven from human nature, power struggles, and unpredictable events is engulfing the temple.

Let's rewind to the time when the National Championships had just ended.

At that time, the Void Burrowers had not yet torn through the earth's veins to descend, and although Vel'Koz's icy giant eye was already high in the sky, the Holy City was still gathering strength, preparing for the war to subdue the giant eye of the sky.

As the highest honor of the competition, the "Sign of God" ceremony was naturally held solemnly at the Parthenon.

The atmosphere at the temple was solemn and fervent, as they gathered at the foot of the Goddess Peak, bathed in sacred light.

The position of goddess has been vacant for a long time. The one who presides over this supreme ceremony is not the goddess who symbolizes the highest authority of the temple, but the temple matriarch, Pamis, who holds the authority on her behalf.

The temple's mother had a kind face and graceful demeanor, radiating a gentle and reassuring glow.

Right after the consecration of the sacred seal, several major events occurred at Mount Parthenon.

The first incident: Saint Andrew, who had the highest popularity, the greatest power, and was considered the strongest contender for the next goddess, actually committed suicide.

The news caused an uproar throughout the entire temple!

Ender was not alone; the vast and intricate network of forces and supporters behind her collapsed and fell into chaos after losing their leader.

Doubts, indignation, and conspiracy theories are rampant.

Suicide? How could a saint with such a strong will, who was only one step away from becoming a goddess, end her life so easily?

Countless eyes were cast toward the Temple Mother and the other holy maidens.

Before the shock could subside, a second tragedy struck!

Saint Panitchpakdi, the most benevolent and kind-hearted woman, deeply loved by believers and ordinary people, was brutally murdered!

The accused perpetrator turned out to be another candidate for sainthood—Ye Xinxia, ​​a gentle and kind-hearted woman from the East with a disability in both legs!
It is alleged that someone witnessed Ye Xinxia's wheelchair running over Pan Nijia's body, with her hands still stained with undried blood.

Both witness testimony and physical evidence are available!
Xinxia didn't even have time to defend herself before she was captured and imprisoned by the Temple Knights with swift and decisive action.

The forces supporting Panija and countless believers inspired by her good deeds instantly erupted in anger, demanding that the murderer be severely punished!
Ye Xinxia's supporters were stunned and incredulous, and they tried their best to defend her, accusing her of being a blatant frame-up!
Amidst this atmosphere of panic and chaos, even the last candidate for sainthood, the exceptionally intelligent Asha, could not escape the calamity.

She was reported for secretly practicing dark, forbidden arts that were strictly prohibited by the temple!

The whistleblower letter was very assertive, and even included vague but highly targeted "evidence" images.

What raises even more questions is that, faced with such serious accusations, Asha's mother did not choose to defend herself in front of the elders, but instead mysteriously disappeared!
This was undoubtedly seen by many as an attempt to flee from justice, confirming the charges.

Within just a few days, four candidates for the position of goddess, who were supposed to lead the future of the temple and compete for the title of goddess, were:
Ander died by suicide, and his power collapsed.

Pan Nijia was murdered, and the murderer is pointed directly at Ye Xinxia.

Ye Xinxia is imprisoned and burdened with the heinous crime of murdering the Holy Maiden.

Asha'ruya, accused of using forbidden techniques, has mysteriously disappeared.

Without exception, all four lost their eligibility to continue competing for the title of goddess in various inconceivable ways! With the position of goddess vacant, the power struggle within the Parthenon, which had been brewing beneath the surface, erupted into a raging storm sweeping across the entire sacred mountain!
The elders were arguing incessantly, the Knights were divided, the believers were filled with anxiety, and all sorts of rumors were spreading.

Factions supporting different saintesses attacked each other, accusing each other of being the mastermind behind it all.

Even more egregiously, some have subtly pointed the finger at the Queen Mother Pamis, who, in her place of power, seems to be the only stabilizing force amidst the chaos.
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The news quickly reached China and reached Mo Fan's ears.

He did not participate in the National Championship.

In the original story, he was selected for the National Government because of his contributions to the affairs of the ancient capital of Hangzhou.

At this time, he had not yet received the full attention of the Chinese military leader.

"Xinxia is in trouble! She's been imprisoned at the Parthenon, accused of murdering Saint Pannica! Her situation is extremely dangerous!"

"What?!" Mo Fan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
Xinxia? That girl, as pure as a mountain spring? Murder? Or the murder of a saint known for her benevolence?
Absurd! This is the most ridiculous and malicious frame-up in the world!
He instantly flew into a rage!
"Mo Fan! Calm down! Europe is too dangerous right now!" Lingling shouted anxiously as she delivered the message. "News just came from the Holy City that the entire continent is in chaos! The sky has been occupied by a terrifying Void Emperor named Vekz, who is looking down on everything."

"The Holy City has been attacked!"

Mo Fan suddenly raised his head, the anger burning in his eyes almost tangible.

Hearing that Xinxia was in danger, his mind was made up: "Even if it's the eighteenth level of hell, I'll pierce through it today!"

In his world, only one thought remained:
Xin Xia is suffering! Xin Xia has been wronged! Xin Xia needs him!

"I'm going to Europe to steal a wife!" Mo Fan's voice was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Crossing the border and stepping onto the European continent, Mo Fan truly understood what the "great chaos" Lingling had described meant.

The sky was no longer the familiar azure, but was shrouded in a thick, constantly twisting and writhing dark purple "canopy"!

Three enormous void rifts stretched across the sky, radiating a chilling pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.

Especially that cold, all-seeing giant evil eye (Vek's), just by glancing at it, made Mo Fan feel a chill in his heart, and the demonic blood in his body stirred slightly.

The piercing alarm, the faint sounds of explosions, and the roars of unknown monsters created a symphony of apocalypse.

Occasionally, one can see scattered groups of mages battling some grotesque void creatures, but the situation is precarious.

But what do these void creatures have to do with the Void Emperor and the Void Rift?

He only cares about Xin Xia now.

When Mo Fan finally arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain, the scene he saw only fueled his rage!

The temple was heavily guarded, and the atmosphere was tense.

In the square in front of the "Goddess Temple," a symbol of trial and judgment, a public hearing is being held for Ye Xinxia!

Several powerful golden knights guarded the high platform, where members of the council of elders sat solemnly.

In the center of the square, bound to a wheelchair by several sacred chains imbued with binding power, was none other than the girl he longed for—Ye Xinxia!

Her face was pale, her lips were tightly pressed together, and her clear eyes were filled with exhaustion, grievance, and a trace of defiance, but not fear.

(End of this chapter)