Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 185 Angels? Who isn't?

The Dark Judgment lasted only a few minutes from its arrival to its end.

However, the situation on the battlefield had already changed dramatically.

The fighting spirit of the people at the Parthenon vanished.

If it were just Wang Feng, he could still be judged under the pretext of "the son of God protecting the devil".

But now——

A divine soul image also appeared behind Ye Xinxia!

That is the inheritor of the Parthenon's soul!
This also means that Ye Xinxia's second soul is definitely not Salang, and Pan Nijia was not killed by Ye Xinxia!

Why would they want to be enemies with the possessors of divine souls?
At this moment, it seems that they are the rebels!
"Xinxia, ​​go wait over there," Wang Feng said softly. "I have some trouble to deal with."

"Mmm." Ye Xinxia nodded obediently, tiptoed and gave him a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, then quietly retreated to Song Qiming's side.

Surprisingly, the Faith Temple mages who had hated Ye Xinxia because of Panijia's death now tacitly formed a protective circle around her, shielding her in the center.

The change of expression is as rapid as the weather in June!

"Uh-"

Durant's scream suddenly rang out. By the time everyone came to their senses, Wang Feng had already gripped his throat tightly.

"Heretic. You should..." He struggled to squeeze out his last words, but was turned into charred remains in the crimson flames.

The flames were eerie and blood-red, and in an instant they devoured him completely.

"Trying to escape?" Wang Feng sneered, grabbing at the air.

Merora, who was about to escape, was suddenly sent flying back.

"Ahhh! At least... leave me with a whole body!" she wailed in the fire.

This great sage was still dreaming—as long as the corpse remained, once Isa turned the tables and obtained the soul, perhaps he could resurrect her.

But... she was just a pawn.

Even if Yizhisha could turn the tide, why would they waste even a fraction of their divine power on her?

"Idiot." Wang Feng sneered.

The flames surged, and Merora turned to ashes in despair.

He slowly turned his head, his cold gaze locking onto the group of judges.

Eight black stones also signify eight mortal enemies!

However, just as he was about to make his move—

The world suddenly changed!

A blazing sun tore through the clouds, its holy light pouring down and instantly dispelling the lingering gloom of the Dark Judgment.

The entire city of Athens was bathed in this sacred light.

"This is."

Ye Xinxia raised her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding light and squinted as she looked up at the sky.

Above the clouds, a figure with pure white wings stood suspended in mid-air.

"They've arrived?" Song Qiming's expression changed drastically.

When Wang Feng summoned the Black Dragon Emperor to rule over the eight dead rulers, he had a premonition that this moment would eventually come.

I just didn't expect them to arrive so quickly—

It's as if they've been lying in wait for a long time, just waiting for the situation to completely spiral out of control before they show themselves!

Hailong was about to order a withdrawal when the truth came out, and this pointless fighting should come to an end.

But when he saw the figure on the horizon, his face turned deathly pale.

Although Wang Feng led the eight fallen kings to wreak havoc in Parthenon, causing many casualties, it was ultimately to protect Ye Xinxia and seek justice for her.

Now that the truth has come to light, the mastermind behind all this, Durank, has been executed, and Merola has been reduced to ashes.

This should have been the end.

But the arrival of the angels allowed this farce to continue.

This time, however, the target of the trial was not Ye Xinxia, ​​but Wang Feng, who fought to protect her!
"Who are you?"

Wang Feng raised his eyes to look at the angelic figure, his expression calm and composed.

The newcomer was merely an angel with three pairs of blue wings. "I am Michael, the spokesperson for God!"

The angel's voice boomed like thunder, carrying an innate arrogance: "Evil emperor, you have seized the body of a young man and commanded the dead to wreak havoc on earth. Today, I, Michael, will judge you!"

He certainly has the confidence to back it up.

As a forbidden spell mage capable of casting forbidden spells independently, and possessing an angelic soul, she is a natural nemesis of the undead.

"Roar--"

The mountain corpse let out a deafening roar, utterly disgusted with the high and mighty 'birdman', and swung its giant fist at Michael.

Michael didn't even glance at him, his body radiating holy light.

"Fan Kui!"

With a soft shout, dazzling light spread from beneath his feet.

In an instant, countless blue sunflowers bloomed on Mount Parthenon, transforming into a floral array that enveloped Wang Feng and the eight fallen kings.

This was originally the city flower of the Holy City, and it was also a divine gift that Michael comprehended after breaking through the forbidden spell!

Although it was not in the Holy City, the power of the Brahma Sunflower was slightly reduced, but its effect was still terrifying!
The mortal energy of the eight fallen kings is being frantically extracted and fed back into Michael's body.

His aura rose steadily, as if a true god had descended to earth!

Wang Feng frowned slightly. He could clearly feel his magical energy, vitality, and even spiritual energy being constantly drained from his body.

"Is this the power of divine inspiration? It is indeed extraordinary."

With this talent alone, Michael is fearless against the undead army.

No matter how many dead souls there are, they are nothing more than nourishment to replenish his energy!

"You may all step back."

Wang Feng raised his hand and waved it, and eight silver vortexes suddenly unfolded beneath the feet of the Eight Directions of the Dead. Before the Nine Netherworld Queen and the other spirits could react, they were swallowed by the silver vortexes and returned to the Abyss of Evil.

"A wise choice, but unfortunately—it cannot change your fate of destruction!"

Michael snorted coldly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and began to chant an ancient incantation.

His voice seemed to come from ancient times, each syllable drawing upon the light elements of heaven and earth.

chirp——

Suddenly, a series of clear, melodious cries rang out from the sky.

Countless azure figures streaked across the sky like shooting stars, moving at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, they crossed the mountains and descended upon Mount Parthenon.

The sky was quickly obscured by these blue-feathered spirit birds.

They are like feathers that have fallen from the wings of angels and come to life, each one shining with a holy light.

These spirit birds formed a tight formation in the air: some circled above Wang Feng's head, weaving an invisible net; some circled around Michael's side, turning into flowing halos; and many more adopted an attack posture, their sharp eyes fixed on Wang Feng.

boom--

Blue flames suddenly ignited on Michael's body.

As the flames rose, more and more blue-feathered birds emerged from the void.

Their tail feathers shimmered with fluorescence, arranged in neat square formations, like a sacred legion from heaven, turning the entire battlefield into an ocean of light.

Michael's voice resounded through the heavens like a divine oracle: "Wang Feng, the Emperor of the Dead! You wreaked havoc in Parthenon, slaughtered the Grand Judge and the Great Sage, challenged the majesty of the Holy City, and turned countless lives into bones to satisfy your selfish desires—today, I, Michael, will punish you on behalf of Heaven!"

His eyes flashed with a blue light, and he pointed his finger in the air.

In an instant, countless blue-feathered birds transformed into blue shooting stars, trailing firefly tails as they hurtled toward Wang Feng.

Each spirit bird burned with the flames of judgment, scorching and distorting the air.

"Ha, you think you're an angel?"

Wang Feng suddenly chuckled, and the Parthenon's illusory soul image behind him vanished like smoke.

Instead, a breathtaking sight appeared—

Seven pairs of black and white intertwined wings unfolded behind him, perfectly blending the aura of holiness and depravity.

The angelic spirit stood proudly, its fourteen wings fluttering gently, causing the space to tremble.

Stop pretending, show your cards.

I!
They were angels too!

(End of this chapter)