Chapter 204 Michael is a Winner

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holy city.

Ever since the news of the destruction of Khufu's Undead Empire spread and the Archangel Michael announced his existence, the city has been in a state of revelry.

The undead, a type of dark life, has always been the main target of the Holy City, as can be seen from the city flower, the Van Cleaves.

After all, other demon races are at least living creatures, and the war between living creatures is nothing more than you robbing me and I robbing you.

But the undead are different. What they want is the life of living things. Their minds are filled with desire for fighting. Coupled with the prevalence of undead magic, the dead will be transformed into filthy undead and wreak havoc on the world.

Therefore, the collapse of an ancient undead empire is of great significance to the Holy City.

Moreover, with the disappearance of the Undead King, the magic of the undead will be greatly weakened. At least in the next thousand years, no powerful undead will be born in this world.

But unlike the carnival in the city, Michael, the protagonist of this event, was not very happy at the moment.

It's not just because he failed to achieve a result where both sides suffered losses in the Undead Empire, but also because of the current international community's discussion on the incident of Khufu's Undead Empire.

"The frontal battlefield was resisted by the fearless Egyptian army. The attack of the Undead Monarch was stopped by the Knights of the Parthenon Saint Xin Yuekui. Khufu was also seriously injured by the Black Dragon Emperor summoned by the Son of God of the Parthenon. Archangel Michael of the Holy City just picked up a head."

Rumors like these were circulating everywhere, and some people were just saying that Michael was just an easy winner!

"If it weren't for the Van Kui I prepared, could those high-minded but incompetent gods have stopped the army of the Undead Empire of Khufu?"

"If I hadn't arranged several angels to guard against the sneak attacks of the surrounding big monsters, would they have been able to complete the encirclement and suppression of Khufu so smoothly?"

"If it weren't for my Van Kuei, would they have been able to keep Khufu?"

"If I hadn't sacrificed my soul power to activate the Blue Feather Holy Judgment, would Khufu have died so cleanly?"

"I did so much, but I just won without doing anything?"

"..."

In the Temple of Archangels, several archangels who had returned to the Holy City gathered together to discuss the follow-up handling of the Undead Empire.

After Remiel shared the outside opinions he had collected about the matter, Michael's mentality collapsed.

"Michael, don't be angry. People outside don't know, but we know." Remiel said.

Neither the Queen of Nine Netherworlds nor the Black Dragon Emperor had the ability to kill Khufu.

It is not so easy to kill an emperor, let alone an undead emperor for whom the concepts of life and death are extremely vague.

At the beginning, Xinyue Kui and Michael cooperated because they were unable to kill Khufu.

In fact, if it weren't for the forbidden spell Van Kuei prepared by Michael, Khufu would have been able to seal off the underworld and avoid fighting after realizing that he had no chance of winning.

"Don't you know what kind of people those people are outside? They must be seeing that the Parthenon and the Holy City are getting closer and closer. If we really unite together, other magical forces will have a harder time." Remiel said.

"It's nothing more than trying to sow discord."

Michael did not say anything. He knew that there must be many people behind this matter, and their purpose was exactly as Remiel said.

But he was very unhappy!
There are magic associations in the five continents and so many magic families in the world. How many forbidden spell wizards are hidden among those guys?

But what did those guys do?

All you do is criticize the holy city for its inaction?

What else should the Holy City do? !
What else can these archangels do!
How can you criticize a bastard who only wanted to run away when a group of enemies came to your doorstep and even rushed into your living room? !

They don't do what they should do, and they don't listen to what they should listen to. What's the point of such a group of people? "You guys deal with it. I will be in seclusion next." Michael turned and left the temple.

Remiel looked at Uriel, "How is the situation in Dark Hell?"

"Same old," Uriel said.

"However, with the weakening of the Undead Empire, the power of dark magic will be much more stable in the future."

"How about you, how are you going to deal with what's next?"

Remiel is in charge of the management of the Holy City. One of the conditions for Caesar and Michael's cooperation this time is that the Holy City must cooperate with him in some actions, including the trial of a group of superiors currently near Egypt.

Michael didn't know much about the current world situation, so he agreed immediately at the time, but now, Remiel has to handle all these matters.

"It's a bit troublesome, but I can still control it." Remiel sighed.

"I didn't expect him to be so ruthless. He has destroyed several magic clans now."

"Killing so many, what about the border defense?" Uriel asked.

No matter how corrupt or dark those corrupt superiors are, even if they do nothing and just exist there, they have a huge influence on the demon front.

Just like those military forbidden spell mages sitting on the edge of the Demon Empire and the holy shadows wandering around the world, they don't need to take action, and they can't take action, but they have to exist.

Caesar is now killing so many people, all of whom are powerful wizards with huge influence on the border. Not to mention whether the demons will take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, the military itself will be in chaos.

Those who died were merely corrupt, but that doesn't mean they were incompetent.

What else can those incompetent upright people do except shouting for justice?
"It's still stable for now." Remiel said.

"The appearance of the Black Dragon Emperor has brought great shock to the surrounding demon empires. The masters of those empires will not act rashly in the short term."

"A little bit of fighting won't have much impact."

"But...what about the problem in the sea?"

Uriel remained silent.

He could hear the noises coming from the deep sea, but the trouble in that damn place was so great that even the combined power of the entire human magical civilization would be difficult to deal with.

Moreover, the threat of the deep sea is not only to humans, but also to the demons and monsters on land.

If they choose to stand out at this time, let’s not talk about whether they can stop it. Even if they can, when the tide recedes, what about the threat from land?

There is no need for that. Human beings are just a part of the myriad of life races. Arrogantly regarding ourselves as the masters of the world and viewing all others as enemies will only lead to our own destruction.

What the world needs is balance. Human magical civilization has expanded too fast over the past few hundred years, and has caused dissatisfaction among the demon overlords.

The Sahara, the deep sea, the Far South, the roof of the world that had not moved for thousands of years reacted almost at the same time. Who caused all this?
There is no doubt that it is the human magic civilization that is developing faster and faster.

The originally weak human beings have now stood at the forefront of the myriad life races in the entire magical plane.

Even those powerful dominant empires do not dare to go to war with humans easily, because their recuperation period is measured in hundreds or thousands of years.

However, human forbidden spell wizards can recover in just a few decades.

But if the current pace of expansion is not slowed down, humans will become public enemies.

Compared to progress, what humans need most is self-knowledge.

(End of this chapter)

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