Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf

In the Holy City, the seven angels faced the joint oppression of the major forces in the world, and the air was filled with murderous intent.

Uriel stood on the central altar of the Holy City, his sixteen wings were as hot as flames, dyeing the surroundings with a layer of sacred light that could not be looked directly at. He swept across the representatives of the major forces, and his voice was low and cold: "The source of magic belongs to the Holy City, this is the will of God. You insignificant wizards dared to try to steal this power. How many people still remember the awe?"

Remiel raised his head slightly, his twelve wings trembled faintly, but his tone was unexpectedly soft: "Uriel, times have changed. The power of the Holy City is to protect mankind, not to become a shackle on their heads. Continuing to resist will only lead us into an irreversible abyss."

"Abyss?" Uriel's eyes suddenly sharp, "Are you saying that compromise is the way out?"

"Instead of destruction, it is better to transform." Remiel responded coldly.

Sariel laughed loudly, flapping his fourteen wings, and the magical aura swept around like a black whirlwind: "Is there still a need to argue about this? Split is the only outcome. But I want to remind you that I need enough chips after the split, otherwise, I will not hesitate even if it means razing the Holy City to the ground!"

Saga sighed softly, and glanced at Xinxia and Mofan standing in the Dragon Country camp. She whispered, "Sariel's words may be rude, but they are true. Resource division is the general trend. Uriel, you and Remiel must make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise the Holy City will fall completely."

Rafael nodded, with a gentle but unquestionable attitude: "Each archangel has his own supporters, and the core resources of the Holy City can no longer be monopolized by one party. Uriel, Remiel, let go of your obsession."

Michael, who had recovered a certain amount of strength, sneered, with sarcasm in his voice: "You people are really disappointing, and you are willing to compromise. The Holy City should not belong to anyone, it should only belong to the strongest! Uriel, if you can't lead us to the peak, then I will control this Holy City!"

Uriel suddenly shouted, and the light of the sixteen wings burst out, like a rising sun: "Are you provoking me, Michael?"

Raguel stood up and stood between Uriel and Michael. She said softly, "Enough. We are not here to fight. The fate of the Holy City is already determined, and fighting will only increase casualties."

She turned her eyes to Mo Fan and Xin Xia, and whispered, "Mo Fan, I believe you can lead mankind to a better future. My choice is already clear."

Above the Holy City, clouds rolled, and the oppressive feeling suffocated the world. The forbidden spell mages each made their own formations, waiting for the decision of the seven angels.

Mo Fan stood at the forefront of the Dragon Kingdom camp, with thunder and fire raging around him, stirring up the celestial phenomena. It was obviously not just a series of forbidden spells. His cold eyes locked on Uriel: "Uriel, do you choose to split the Holy City or destroy it?"

Uriel snorted coldly: "You mortals, you want to control the power of God? Even if I die in battle, this power will never fall into your hands!"

Xin Xia in the Parthenon Temple spoke calmly: "Uriel, insisting on resistance will only cause the Holy City to fall into greater division. We are not here to destroy the Holy City, but to rebuild an order that is more suitable for all mankind."

Saga interrupted, "If Uriel is unwilling to make concessions, Then we have no choice but to use force to force him to abdicate. "

Remiel was silent for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "The division of the Holy City is irreversible. Uriel, I will not stand on your side."

Uriel's eyes swept over Remiel, and then looked coldly at the other angels: "Very good. In this case, let me see what price you can pay for this order!"

Uriel's sixteen wings of flames rose, covering the entire altar in the center of the Holy City. His voice was like thunder: "The source of magic is sacred and inviolable! Mortals, prepare to bear the wrath of God!"

"Boom--"

Uriel slashed with a sword, and the sacred long sword dragged the flames and brilliance, rushing straight from the sky to the earth. Before the sword arrived, it had already cut the air, and the entire sky above the Holy City was torn apart by endless holy light, as if the sky and the earth were collapsing, and thunder continued in the void.

Mo Fan's eyes were like lightning, and lightning and fire exploded under his feet. He roared and shook the sky: "God? Stop talking about gods! The real God is the fearless will of mankind!" His figure disappeared in an instant, and the power of the fusion method exploded in his body. Thunder and flames intertwined into a pair of giant wings, like a punishment from heaven. He threw a punch, and the fist force was like a lightning column, piercing through the sky and earth, and collided head-on with Uriel's giant sword. "Boom!" The collision of thunder and fire and holy light exploded into an endless storm of destruction. Circles of energy ripples spread outward, tearing the stone slabs around the altar into powder, and countless forbidden spell mages were directly shaken away for hundreds of meters, spitting blood and falling to the ground. Light and flames intertwined with thunder and lightning, forming a crack across the sky and earth, like the end of the world. Uriel shouted angrily, and the sixteen-winged flames turned into countless sharp blades, stabbing at Mo Fan from all directions. Mo Fan sneered, and the power of thunder and fire turned into a huge tornado in his palm, directly engulfing the flames. The flaming blade pierced into the tornado and was instantly annihilated.

Xinxia stood on the ground, and the Parthenon Spirit rose from behind her. It was a magnificent and holy goddess phantom, emitting a reassuring glow. The power of the spirit gathered into a beam of light, rushing straight into Mo Fan's body, instantly blessing him with a layer of supreme power.

Mo Fan's aura surged again, and the power of thunder and fire transformed into a more refined sacred thunder and fire. He shouted loudly, and the thunder and fire in his hand condensed into a giant hammer burning with blue and white flames, carrying the power of heaven and earth, and chopped Uriel's sacred sword.

“Boom boom boom!”

Every time the two of them fought, it was as if a huge crack was split in the sky, and light and fire intertwined to form a dazzling storm of destruction. Uriel’s sacred flames turned into a sea of ​​flames, covering the entire altar, but Mo Fan was like the god of thunder, stepping on the flames and approaching Uriel!

Laguier put his hands together, and the pure white holy light turned into a spear, like a miracle. She shouted, and the spear turned into a meteor, piercing Uriel’s chest through the storm.

Uriel snorted coldly, flapped his wings and swept across, and the holy light barrier suddenly rose, blocking the holy light spear outside. However, at this moment, the Chinese army leader drew his sword, and the sword was as powerful as thunder, wrapped in an endless white flame, and tore the edge of the barrier.

Uriel’s face sank, and the giant sword slashed horizontally, shaking the sword force apart. But Hades, riding on the underworld horse, dragged the hundreds of meters long Hades sword and chopped it down. The Hades sword dragged tens of millions of ghosts, surging like a tide, and rushed straight to Uriel.

The power of the ghosts carried endless wailing and resentment, and each wisp of ghosts carried the terrifying energy of tearing the soul. They circled in the air and turned into a dark dragon, which roared and pounced on Uriel, tearing a hole in his sacred flame field.

Uriel snorted coldly, and the sixteen-winged flames rose again, covering the entire holy city in a golden sea of ​​fire. The sacred power and the flames intertwined, and the giant sword in his hand turned into a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and chopped at the attacking ghost dragon.

"The power of mortals can never shake the majesty of God!" Uriel roared, and the pillar of light cut through the sky, splitting the ghost dragon in half.

The war was about to break out, and other areas of the holy city had already fallen into chaos, and the battle between the seven angels and major forces broke out in full swing. This great battle was like the twilight of the gods in mythology, and every battlefield was filled with the breath of destruction.

Remiel stood in the air, his twelve wings emitting blazing light, like a golden sun. He held a golden spear, and was surrounded by countless light arrays. A magnificent shadow was projected from the center of the array - a huge golden dragon of light slowly appeared, with sacred runes engraved on its scales, and each dragon scale seemed to be condensed from pure light energy.

"Su Lu, the source of magic is not something you can touch. The holy city cannot be desecrated. Anyone who dares to offend will be purified!" Remiel's low voice was like thunder, majestic and irresistible.

On the opposite side, Su Lu sneered, his figure hidden in a dark shadow storm. The Black Dragon Emperor walked out of the void, with sharp dragon horns and scarlet light flashing in his eyes. The Black Dragon Emperor was surrounded by a strong elemental breath, and the space under his feet kept collapsing, as if it could not bear its existence.

"Purification? Remiel, do you think you are still the master of the Holy City? I will chop your angel soul into pieces today!" Su Lu roared in a low voice, lightning surged in his hand, and a pitch-black thunder spear took shape in his hand.

The two dragons roared and shook the sky, and the breath of the emperors intertwined and collided, as if the heaven and earth were giving in to this battle.

The body of the bright dragon, the golden dragon, was like a sacred statue, and the light flowed, like billions of meteors streaking through the sky. Every time it flapped its wings, it would bring up dazzling golden ripples, covering the entire sky. Its dragon breath was like a scorching sun, and the blazing light column rushed straight to the Black Dragon Emperor, tearing the air into countless pieces.

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The Black Dragon Emperor is another extreme embodiment. The black scales covering his body seemed to swallow the light, and each scale armor was flowing with blood-colored runes, exuding a terrifying breath that oppressed the soul. Its body was huge, and its muscles bulged like mountains. Every time it swung its claws, it would tear apart the space and set off a devastating wind.

The Black Dragon Emperor opened his huge mouth, and a dark dragon breath roared out, colliding head-on with the bright dragon breath of the Golden Dragon. The two forces exploded instantly, and the light and shadow intertwined together, turning into a huge energy storm, tearing the surrounding sky into countless cracks.

The Golden Dragon roared, flapped its wings, and the blazing light fell from the sky like thousands of arrows, shooting directly at the body of the Black Dragon Emperor. The arrows landed on the scales of the Black Dragon, splashing a dazzling light and fire, but failed to pierce the Black Dragon's indestructible defense.

The Black Dragon Emperor roared and flapped his wings, and the blood-colored dragon energy emerged from his body, condensing into a huge blood blade, slashing down with unparalleled power. The Golden Dragon raised his head, and the light condensed into a holy barrier, and took the blow abruptly.

The Black Dragon Emperor once again turned into a dark lightning and pounced on the Golden Dragon. Its claws, with destructive power, slammed into the Golden Dragon's chest. The Golden Dragon dodged, and its tail, like a golden war hammer, whipped towards the Black Dragon's head with a force that shook the sky.

"Boom!" The dragon's tail hit the Black Dragon's flank, raising a bloody light. However, the Black Dragon did not retreat at all, and its claws pierced into the Golden Dragon's shoulder with terrifying power, pressing it to the ground.

The Golden Dragon roared in pain, but its eyes were still firm. The light burst out from the wound, turning into a shock wave, shaking the Black Dragon away. It flapped its wings again, and the blazing light gushed out from its whole body, turning into countless light blades, covering the Black Dragon's body.

The Black Dragon Emperor was pierced through the scales by the light blade, and the blood-colored dragon energy flickered continuously, but its breath did not weaken at all. It roared, and the dragon breath burst out again, and the dark energy wave was like a tide, annihilating the Golden Dragon's light blade.

The golden dragon's brilliance suddenly surged, like a small sun, illuminating the entire battlefield. The golden dragon roared and opened its huge mouth, and a more blazing dragon breath of light burst out, directly hitting the Black Dragon Emperor.

The Black Dragon Emperor roared and rushed forward, his dark dragon breath turned into a rolling wave, colliding head-on with the bright dragon breath of the golden dragon.

The two forces met in mid-air, erupting a devastating energy storm, the sky of the entire holy city was completely torn apart, and countless forbidden spell mages were shocked and retreated, unable to approach the battlefield.

On the other side, Sariel's fourteen wings exuded a strong magical aura, as if dyeing the entire space into a dimensional abyss. He sneered and looked at Shaka, his eyes full of contempt: "Shaka, it's surprising that the wasteland in South America can cultivate a tepid guy like you. Do you think you can really stop me with your little power?"

Shaka stood in the void, with fourteen wings spread out behind him, emitting a pure light like water. There was no wavering in her eyes, and her tone was calm: "Sariel, you don't understand the meaning of order, nor do you understand that true power comes from balance. And your power will only bring destruction."

"Destruction?" Sariel laughed, and a pitch-black dimensional scythe condensed in his hand, "Destruction is the truth of this world, and order is just a toy for the strong!"

Before she finished speaking, Sariel had teleported in front of Shaka like a ghost, and the scythe slashed horizontally, tearing the space with a breath of destruction.

Shaka waved her hand, and the light around her gathered and turned into a mirror shield to block in front of her. The scythe slashed on the mirror shield, bursting out a piercing roar, and the surface of the mirror shield cracked with fine lines, but it firmly blocked Sariel's attack.

"You are too naive, Sariel." Shaka said softly, and the light suddenly condensed into a holy sword, piercing Sariel's chest.

Sariel snorted coldly, and the scythe turned, forming a black vortex in front of him, dissolving all the power of the holy sword. His figure turned into a shadow again, and he attacked Shaka from multiple directions at the same time. Every time he swung the scythe, he brought with him the terrifying power of distorting the rules.

Shaka did not retreat, and spread her wings. The light surged from her body, surrounding her like flowing water, dissolving Shaliye's attacks one by one. She chanted softly, and the light condensed into countless runes, turning into a long river of light, engulfing Shaliye.

However, Shaliye stepped out of the long river of light, and his whole body was wrapped in the breath of dimensional magic. This time he took out an even more terrifying artifact, the Holy Fang Battle Staff!

It was made of the fangs of the ancient holy dragon injected with the dragon soul, and a crystal of frost of the alien space was inlaid at the end, which could easily tear apart everything in the world and freeze the heaven and earth!