Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf

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Sariel held the Holy Fang Battle Staff in his hand, and the fourteen wings slowly opened behind him. The interweaving light of silver and gold was like a twisted vortex, making him look like the incarnation of destruction and creation.

He stared at Shaka, his eyes full of disdain and madness: "Shaka, your way of balance is nothing but the struggle of the powerless! And I, Shariel, will recast order with power!"

The Holy Fang Staff waved lightly, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color. The originally blazing sunlight was covered by endless frost, and an indescribable cold breath enveloped the entire battlefield, even the void began to freeze, and cracks spread like spider webs.

Shaka stood in the storm, and the fourteen wings behind him exuded a soft and solemn rose gold glow. Her eyes were still calm, but her tone was full of unshakable power: "Sariel, you have never understood that true order is not built by destruction, but born from chaos."

The rose gold light bloomed around her like a nebula, and the holy sword in her hand trembled slightly, and chaos runes appeared on the sword. As her power gathered, the whole world was stained with a hazy rose gold color, like a peaceful pure land, in sharp contrast to Sariel's frost domain.

Sariel's staff lightly tapped in the air, and countless dimensional cracks appeared around Shaka. Pale light blades shot out from the cracks, rushing straight at Shaka with the power to tear everything apart.

Shaka's face was normal, and the rose gold light formed a circular barrier around her. Every light blade that hit the barrier would make a harsh roar, but it could never shake it.

"False power." Shaka said softly, and the holy sword was gently waved in her hand, and a chaotic light passed through the void and hit Sariel's frost domain directly.

The light and frost collided, erupting with a deafening roar. The huge shock wave was like a raging sea, overturning the ground of the entire holy city, and countless buildings turned into ashes. The rose-gold light and the pale frost intertwined, as if two extreme forces between heaven and earth were competing.

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In another part of the sky of the holy city, Raphael and Michael stood facing each other, and the light of fourteen wings intertwined and collided in the air, reflecting the power of holiness and majesty, but also hiding murderous intent.

Michael was the master of the green light of plants. His fourteen-winged Seraph covered the sky, forming a field full of destruction and life. The vines stretched out from the ground like a green python, opened their sharp teeth, and pounced on Raphael opposite.

Raphael was known for his gentle light and indomitable will. His wings spread out, and the rain of light fell, covering his body in a flawless field. The holy light turned into layers of shields, steadily resisting the attacks of those vines.

"Rafael, are you really going to stop me?" Michael sneered, his eyes full of disdain for his weakness.

"Michael, your behavior has long deviated from the original intention. The existence of the Holy City is not for your rule, but for all mankind." Rafael's tone was calm, but with an unshakable determination.

"All mankind? The humans you are talking about are just a group of ants! Order can only be established under the absolute rule of power, and I am the embodiment of that rule!" Michael shouted, and the vines and storm stars surged like a raging tide, rushing straight at Rafael.

The sky of the Holy City trembled violently again, and Michael's angry shout was like an oracle. The vines and storms swept out, and the space was distorted wherever they passed. The green light pierced Rafael like countless sharp blades. The vines seemed to have life, with green thorns on the tip, burning with a strong breath of destruction.

Raphael's eyes were calm, and his fourteen wings shook slightly. The holy light spread from him and enveloped the entire sky. The holy light rain curtain turned into a flawless barrier, steadily blocking the oncoming vine blades. The thorns turned into ashes in front of the holy light, and it was difficult to move forward.

"Michael, your power comes from life, but you choose to express it with destruction. This is the real deviation." Raphael's voice was as low as a morning bell, with irresistible power.

"False light!" Michael's hand showed a spear surrounded by green light. He flapped his wings and the spear drew an arc in the air. The green light condensed into a huge statue, and the heavy fist fell with the stars.

Raphael did not retreat. He put his hands together, and the holy light gathered into a pure white rune array. In the array, a phantom of an angel slowly appeared, holding a glorious long sword in his hand, facing the star fist.

Michael's Star Fist, with the power to destroy the world, smashed down from the sky. The huge fist shadow was like a falling star, and the space was twisted and shattered under the pressure of power, and light and shadow intertwined into a doomsday picture.

"Boom!"

Rafael's glorious holy sword condensed in the magic circle. That holy sword was not just a weapon, but the embodiment of his bright will. The angel's shadow held the sword high, and the pure holy light flowed on the blade. The light poured down like a raging waterfall, and instantly collided head-on with the Star Fist.

The aftermath of the explosion shook the sky, and the holy light and the green light intertwined into a dazzling ocean. The shock wave swept like a hurricane, tearing the surrounding buildings into powder.

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Outside the holy city, the battlefield of the forbidden spell master was like a doomsday picture, the sky was cracked, and countless magic surged, turning the land into chaos. The strongest from all over the world gathered here. The power of each forbidden spell master was enough to destroy a city, and when they exploded at the same time, the world trembled.

The earth cracked, and blazing flames gushed out from the abyss, mixed with the roar of the rolling earth veins. A forbidden spell master who controlled the fire element raised his hands, and countless lava turned into a raging sea of ​​fire, sweeping towards the enemy camp. The heat wave of the flame swept across the entire area, and the water vapor in the air evaporated instantly, and the vegetation within a hundred meters around turned to ashes.

On the other side, a forbidden spell master who controlled frost stood in the center of the cold air, and an ice blade condensed by extreme cold appeared in his hand. Her eyes were as cold as winter, and every step she took would freeze the earth.

She raised her hands, and a huge frost storm condensed in the sky. Countless sharp ice cones fell from the storm, accurately penetrating the flame barrier and forcibly tearing a crack in the sea of ​​fire.

The confrontation between fire and ice eroded each other, making a deafening roar. The strong wind mixed with ice chips and sparks swept out, and also swept in the forbidden spell masters fighting around. For a moment, the entire battlefield was divided into two worlds of ice and fire.

At the other end of the battlefield, the confrontation between the two forbidden spell masters went beyond the conventional elemental manipulation. The spells of the space system and the chaos system intertwined, and every second of the battle seemed to tear apart reality.

The poisonous forbidden spell master Shakara was hidden in a purple poisonous fog, and the air around him was corroded to make a harsh hissing sound. In the poisonous fog, countless snake shadows condensed by toxins roared and pounced on the opponent, and their target was the summoning forbidden spell master from the European camp.

The summoned beasts around the summoning forbidden spell surrounded him, the sandworm blocked the attack of the poisonous snake with its huge body, the fire spirit burned a channel in the poisonous fog, and the thunder beast in the sky roared loudly, releasing lightning, tearing the poisonous fog, and smashing the snake shadow into pieces.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in the shadow of destruction, with explosions of various elements, the interweaving of magic circles, and the roars of summoned beasts one after another. The battle between the forbidden spell masters is far beyond the imagination of mortals. Every strike is changing the terrain, and every collision is accompanied by the power of destroying the world.

However, this is only the periphery of the battle of the Holy City. The battle between the seven angels and the leaders in the center is the focus that truly determines the fate of the world.

As the battle progresses, the great building of the Holy City, which symbolizes absolute order, gradually collapses, unfathomable cracks appear on the ground, and the glory of the central altar gradually dims. The internal division of the seven angels, the invasion of the forbidden spell masters, and the turmoil of the source of magic have put the entire Holy City on the verge of destruction. No matter how strong the defensive barrier is, it is difficult to resist.

The confrontation between Uriel and Mo Fan continues to heat up. Uriel's sixteen-winged flame field is getting hotter and hotter. Each of his strikes is accompanied by the chanting of angels, integrating the power of holiness and destruction. And Mo Fan's thunder and fire power is becoming more and more violent with the blessing of Xinxia. His thunder and fire hammer seems to be a divine weapon that destroys the world, tearing cracks in Uriel's flame field again and again.

The battle between Remiel's Light Dragon and Su Lu's Black Dragon Emperor reached a stalemate. The golden dragon's brilliance became more and more dazzling, and its dragon breath was as hot as the sun, piercing the scales of the black dragon. The Black Dragon Emperor roared, and blood-colored dragon breath gushed out of its mouth, leaving a large scar on the golden dragon's body.

Remiel and Su Lu were also fighting hard. Su Lu raised a shadow storm and rolled up countless thunder spears, bombarding Remiel from all directions.

Remiel flapped his wings, and the golden light turned into countless sword blades, destroying all the attacking spears. His eyes met with Su Lu in the air, and a huge energy storm broke out again with the collision of the two. The golden light and the shadow intertwined, splitting the sky in two.

Michael flapped his wings, and the vines in his domain rolled like a giant python, entwining and tearing the earth. His Qingmang Holy Scorn Staff was covered with green light, and every swing could cause the earth to tremble. The power of life and destruction intertwined, forming an unstoppable cycle.

Raphael stood in the glorious rain curtain, his expression calm. His holy sword exuded a soft and firm light, and the pure white runes flickered on the blade, cutting Michael's vines into pieces.

The two fought fiercely and persistently, the vines and holy light intertwined in the air, and the battlefield was cut into countless pieces. Every collision brought endless power, tearing the sky into mottled patterns.

The top fighting forces in the world gathered here, not only for the victory of the decisive battle, but also for the source of magic-the core of this endless power. It symbolizes supreme power and can determine the world order for hundreds of years to come.

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At every moment of the battle, the central altar of the holy city was trembling, and the brilliance surging in the cracks was like a pulsating heart, and the power was scattered, attracting the eyes of every strong man.

The battle has not yet been decided, but the space of this world can no longer bear it. With the peak methods of all the strong men colliding at the same time again, the space of hundreds of miles in the entire holy city collapsed, and the void cracks spread like a spider web. The whole world seemed to be torn apart, revealing the lower bearing surface of the space.

"Boom--"

The huge energy storm completely destroyed the altar in the center of the holy city. Countless ruins turned into dust in the storm and flew in the air. The whole scene was like the end of the world.

Standing under the broken sky were all the top strong men in the world. Their eyes were no longer hostile to each other, but focused on the core of the holy city-the source of magic.

In the center of the broken altar, the seven-color brilliance of the source of magic rushed into the sky, like a new sun, and its energy fluctuations shocked everyone.

"This power... is repairing the entire space." Shaka frowned, and the rose gold brilliance flashed around her, resisting the energy impact.

"It's calling us." Remiel whispered, holding the golden spear tightly in both hands, and the dragon of light surrounded him.

"Calling? No, it's asking for help from the archangels like us!" Uriel shouted angrily, and his sixteen wings of flames suddenly spread out and rushed straight to the source of magic.

"Don't think about monopolizing it!" Michael sneered, and countless vines in the green field broke through the air, trying to pull Uriel down from the sky.

Mo Fan didn't say a word. His thunder and fire hammer condensed destructive power. The thunder exploded under his feet, and he stood side by side with Uriel in an instant. The power of thunder and fire directly hit the vines, forcing Michael to retreat.

"It seems that you don't understand that no one here can monopolize this power." Sariel sneered, and the silver-white light of the fourteen wings was distorted with a trace of paleness. His dimensional cracks swallowed everything around like a tide.

And Raphael was just silent, and the pure white holy light flowed around him. His wings shook, and the holy field expanded, stabilizing the collapsed space.

The source of magic is the most mysterious power core in human history and the root of all magic systems. It is not the condensation of natural elements, nor is it the gift of a certain god, but the condensation of the beliefs, will and dreams accumulated by human civilization over a long period of time.

The source of magic was originally born from human fear of the unknown and desire for the future. When the first flame ignited in the darkness, when the first seed broke out of the ground, when the first city was built, when the first prophet pointed to the starry sky... the spirits of countless lives gathered together and gradually formed this invisible spiritual ocean.

It is the crystallization of the human collective spirit and represents the ultimate pursuit of human potential and infinite possibilities.

The source of magic cannot be simply classified as a certain element or attribute, because it is not a part of nature, but a manifestation of the spiritual world. It contains all fragments of human will.

His power has no fixed form. He will show different forms of power according to the will and mind of the user. This is why some people awaken fire at the initial stage and some people awaken water at the initial stage.

He changes because of human will, and gives humans the power of spiritual power. Spiritual power can interfere with reality, but it varies according to the user. Some people are born with affinity for ice elements, some are born with affinity for fire elements, and some are weak-willed and find it difficult to interfere with reality.

The divinity of the source of magic does not come from an omniscient and omnipotent existence, but because He transcends the cognition of individual life. He has no independent consciousness and will not actively affect the world. He just exists quietly, waiting for those who can truly understand and carry His power.

For thousands of years, the Holy City has occupied it as a guardian, but it has never really belonged to anyone.

The Holy City has only developed its most basic power - the power of angels! Relying on the advantage of being the first to discover it, it completely monopolized the source of magic by force, and declared to the outside world that it is the messenger of God and the spokesperson of the Father!

Are there really any Fathers and Gods in the magic world? I'm afraid there are, but they have never cast a gaze on humans, because God doesn't care, because God is a dead thing... He has no so-called personal will, and his height is beyond the reach of humans. They are not the same creatures at all.