Jiutian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not stop the aura rushing towards him from approaching.
As long as he is willing, the mental power that envelopes the entire Tehran can kill any life including that person in an instant, even those hidden powerful auras are no exception.
But rather than killing the opponent directly, Jiutian wanted to see what the person who was obviously coming here wanted to do.
No matter how slow the force is, they have probably guessed their identity at this moment, right?
Although the reading of Farshed's memory fragments was suspended, Jiutian's control on his soul was not released. At this moment, his consciousness had sunk into darkness.
The sonic boom that broke through the sky attracted the attention of the onlookers gathered here, and a pair of wings that covered the sky cast a shadow on the ground, causing many people to exclaim in surprise.
It was an evolver with a ferocious appearance like a large eagle, soaring rapidly in the sky like a real bird, circling in a circle and then suddenly attacking the ground!
People can only see a series of afterimages caused by the persistence of vision appearing in front of their eyes, and then the huge shadow carrying wings has penetrated through the hole made by Jiutian.
Whether it's speed or accuracy, the appearance of this shadow is enough to amaze many people.
"That's Lord Flavach!" A sharp-eyed person recognized this recently famous evolver.
"Isn't Lord Flavaci guarding the Holy City? How could he be alerted?"
"Who knows? Could it be that the evolver who dug the hole just now actually has a great background?"
People were talking a lot, and the religious police who came over shouted loudly for everyone to disperse. Suddenly the whole market became more lively than before Jiutian arrived.
While underground, Jiutian watched as the black shadow covered up the sunlight and followed the passage he had broken through, layer by layer, from the ground down to the eighteenth floor.
In the middle stage of white bud, those who are physical evolvers and those who are not self-awakened.
Jiutian quickly made a judgment on the strength of the visitor. Although he did not think that there was any life form in the world that could threaten him, he was still on guard instinctively.
It’s just that we can’t tell the person’s intention yet.
In the reflection of mental power, the appearance and power feedback of the visitor became increasingly clear.
"Boom!"
As the black shadow completely fell to the ground, gravel and wind dust mixed with fat were splashed up. Huge black wings covered both sides of the man's body, and gorgeous monastic clothes shrouded his body.
The light beam coming in made it look like an angel with black wings.
The black wings slowly opened, revealing the man lying on one knee inside.
The beard that covered the lower half of his face had obviously been carefully trimmed. The man had the iconic Persian nose hook, was tall and had light blue eyes, and he looked like he had a sacred and solemn expression.
Jiutian looked at the aura exuding from his body, but vaguely felt that he had seen it somewhere.
The black wings were fully unfolded, and the man wearing a pure white monk's uniform stood up straight with his hands behind his back. Jabbar, who had been hiding in the dark, jumped up in fear after seeing the man's appearance clearly.
The movement was quite serious, and both Jiutian and the strange evolver turned their attention to Jabbar.
All of a sudden, the two strong men looked at him at the same time. The huge mental pressure on him made Kareem Abdul-Jabbar want to slap himself.
Useless things, nothing to get excited about!
"I thought you had killed everyone here." Looking at the dirty fat and blood at his feet, the man slightly lifted the hem of his white robe and spoke in standard Chinese.
"I'm not a pervert who takes pleasure in killing people." Jiutian looked at his action and thought to himself, "I didn't expect you to have mysophobia?"
"But those people are afraid of you, I can feel their emotions." The man looked around and saw the frightened dancers and some surviving staff.
"If you don't take the initiative to attack me, I won't be too lazy to take action, but as long as you have the intention to kill me, you must be prepared to die." Jiu Tian said it very naturally.
The man was silent for a moment, then said to the corner where Jabbar was hiding: "Come out."
When Jabbar heard this, he immediately complained in his heart, why did he suddenly pay attention to me? But after all, he recognized who the person was, and he did not dare to disobey him. He immediately rolled out of the corner and crawled.
Then he knelt down at the man's feet.
"Your Excellency, Mr. Flavach, your loyal servant Jabbar sends his regards."
"Faithful servant?" Upon hearing this, the expression on the man's face became interesting, "You should believe in Islam, right? You know who I am and you dare to say that you are my servant?"
"Um..." Jabbar hesitated for a moment and then said, "My faith is relatively flexible. I believe in whichever side is more spiritual..."
Jiutian admired his words in his heart.
"You are so brave to dare to say such things in front of me." The man shook his head.
"Why, the villain knows that the guardian of the Holy City is compassionate, so he dares to act like a fool..." Jabbar immediately kowtowed.
"Well, there are not many people left who believe in Zoroastrian, and I can't blame you." The man said, "I will send all the surviving people to the ground. You should leave as soon as possible."
"Lord Flavac is so wise! I will convert to Zoroastrianism when I turn around, and then go to the Holy City to pay tribute to you!" Kareem Abdul-Jabbar immediately burst into tears of gratitude and prostrated himself to the ground.
The corner of the man's eye twitched, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. He flapped the black wings behind his back, and then a strong wind swept up everyone.
"get out."
A strong wind blew out of thin air, sweeping the dancers and Jabbar into the air amid their screams, and then threw them out of the underground building to the ground.
"Uh oh oh oh..."
Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's panicked shouts gradually became distant, and then a slight sound of hitting the ground and the angry shouts of the religious police were faintly heard.
Jiutian watched all this but didn't stop him. Anyway, the life and death of those people had nothing to do with him.
"There should be people on the seventeenth floor above, why don't you help me rescue them?" Jiutian asked half-jokingly.
This underground building has a total of eighteen floors. Except for Farshed lurking on the bottom floor, the other floors are also more or less involved in shady business.
At this moment, people in those places are also casting their gazes towards this place.
"They don't care, because these people will die soon." The man said, "My mission here this time, besides meeting you, is to get rid of the secret society's hideout."
"Oh? You also have a grudge against the Secret Society?" Jiutian became interested, "Then why didn't you take action before?"
"Because we can't bear the subsequent revenge of the secret society." The man was honest, "But this time is different, we can frame it on you."
Jiutian: "...You are really not subtle at all."
"You are strong enough, they can't do anything to you." The man suddenly became curious, "You don't seem to be very interested in my identity?"
From the moment he fell in front of Jiutian until now, Jiutian had no intention of asking who he was.
"I probably guessed it, it's the Zoroastrian Cult." Jiutian nodded.
Jiutian heard a term from the man's conversation with Jabbar just now: "Zoroastrian".
This somewhat convoluted-sounding word is actually the name of a religion. Although it seems a bit unfamiliar, this religion was actually the most influential religion in the Middle East before the birth of Christianity, and was also the state religion of the ancient Persian Empire.
Even in China, there is another name for this religion: "Zoroastrianism", or the name that became more popular due to a certain novel: "Zoroastrianism", which is because believers pray in front of the fire.
Got its name.
"We usually don't use the term 'fire worship' to refer to our religion, because what we worship is actually the 'light' produced by fire, not the fire itself." The man's tone was very polite.
"I know, I did it on purpose." Jiutian said.
The corner of the man's eye twitched.
"You just use Flavage as your name?" Jiutian asked.
"It seems that you are indeed well-informed." The man now knew that there was no need to hide it. "After I became one of the guardians of the Holy City, my original name was abandoned. Flavach is the new name given to me by the Holy Lord.
name and new identity, I will also use this identity to defend the glory of the Holy Lord."
"Flavach, on behalf of the Holy City, I would like to say hello to you, Lord Moon Goddess Jiutian."
"Holy Lord?" Jiutian frowned. He had heard of Zoroaster, and naturally he had also heard of Flavage.
The so-called Flavach is actually the person represented by the most famous symbol of Zoroastrianism, "Faravaha". At first, Faravaha was painted with a plate with wings. This symbol was inspired by
Bronze Age royal emblem inspired by the winged sun.
Later, in the Neo-Assyrian era, the image of Faravaha was changed, and a human bust was added to the winged plate. Today's academic circles generally believe that it represents the Zoroastrian guardian angel Pharava.
strange.
In other words, the man in front of me is actually the new guardian of Zoroastrianism?
But what happened to that Holy Lord?
On the earth today, in addition to Shenyi and the Council, there are various forces that are entangled in the dark, and they are so complicated that even Jiutian cannot fully understand them.
"The Holy Lord is the current leader of the four religions." Flavaqi could see that Jiutian didn't know much about the situation on his side. "I believe you have also heard of one of Shenyi's forces - the 'Holy Ninja Alliance'
Bar?"
"Are you related to Nissa?" Jiutian vaguely understood something.
"Lord Moon God is indeed smart." Flavacchi smiled and then saluted respectfully.
"The most important purpose of my coming here this time is to invite you to the Holy City. The Holy Lord wants to see you."
Holy Lord? Holy City?
Even if he didn't know what the Holy Lord was, Jiutian still knew where the Holy City was.
In the entire Middle East, there are only two places that can be called "holy cities".
One of the places is called Mecca, which is a holy city unique to Islam. Due to historical reasons, the relationship between Zoroastrianism and Islam is not good, so the holy city mentioned by Flavage will definitely not be
Mecca.
Then there is only...
"You want me to go to Jerusalem?" Jiutian stared at the man in front of him, his tone becoming a little strange.