Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 187 Collecting Saintess Illustrations
Wang Feng descended slowly onto the summit of Mount Parthenon, stepping on the broken stone steps.

His gaze swept across the devastated battlefield, where the Temple of the Goddess had been reduced to ruins in the previous battle.

Suddenly, Wang Feng raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Interesting. Panija's body is completely intact?"

"Fine, the cost of the Great Resurrection Spell isn't too high, let's just consider it as unlocking the encyclopedia."

With a flick of her finger, a spatial rift swallowed up Panija's corpse.

After dealing with this minor incident, Wang Feng turned his attention to the people from the Holy Judgment Court.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

The holy judges who had not yet made a move all knelt on one knee, their eyes filled with reverence.

To them, this powerful being with an angelic soul embryo was undoubtedly the supreme being in the Holy City's angelic sequence.

The mages who had attacked the deceased king turned ashen-faced and trembled all over.

Even Michael was crippled, let alone them.

The most despicable of all were the eight judges.

Cold sweat had already soaked through their robes, and Wang Feng's icy gaze was like the stare of death, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Wang Feng, let's stop here."

Song Qiming suddenly stepped forward and stood between Wang Feng and the judge.

Wang Feng's gaze darkened slightly: "Is Old Master Song going to protect them?"

“No.” Song Qiming shook his head, his white beard trembling slightly. “The culprit behind this dark trial is Durank. Although some people colluded with him, not everyone was evil.”

He solemnly placed his hand on his chest and bowed: "Please hand them over to the Holy Tribunal for trial. I swear on my life's honor that I will deliver a just verdict!"

Wang Feng's cold gaze swept over the twelve judges, and after a moment he nodded slightly: "Alright, I'll grant you that favor. However..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "I have a condition."

"please say."

“I need to know—” Wang Feng said, enunciating each word clearly, “who reported Yu’er from Feiniao City.”

Song Qiming paused, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly:
"it is good."

...

Wang Feng stepped into the Holy Maiden's Palace. Although the palace was damaged by the aftermath of the battle, the core restrictions remained intact.

The high-ranking members of the Parthenon were gathered here for refuge, and when they saw him approaching, their faces showed fear.

They were terrified that this god of death might unleash a [Dawn of the End] on them at the slightest provocation, sending them to meet Izusa.

However, Wang Feng's gaze swept past everyone and locked onto Ye Xinxia.

"Get out of here, everyone."

The soft shout sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

They looked at each other, frozen in place, afraid to move.

"Please excuse us for now," Ye Xinxia said softly. "I have something to say to Brother Wang Feng."

As if granted a pardon, the crowd hastily dispersed.

As Asha Ruya gave Wang Feng a deep look before leaving, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, before gracefully departing.

Once only the two of them remained in the hall, Ye Xinxia quickly walked up to Wang Feng and asked, "Brother Wang Feng, are you alright?"

Wang Feng reached out and put his arm around the girl's slender waist, then pulled her to sit on the velvet sofa.

"A mere six-winged angel." He twirled Ye Xinxia's hair with his fingertips. "Not even worthy of tickling me."

With the defense of his fourteen-winged Seraphic armor, he might not even be injured if he took a direct hit from Austin's dragon breath.

Ye Xinxia's tense body finally relaxed, and her crystal-clear eyes shimmered with curiosity: "Brother Wang Feng, how do you possess the Parthenon soul and the angelic soul embryo?"

"Want to know?" Wang Feng's lips curled into a playful smile.

"Mmm!" Ye Xinxia nodded vigorously, her hair swaying gently with the movement.

"I won't tell you."

"You're so annoying!" Ye Xinxia said coquettishly, raising her small fist and lightly punching his chest.

Wang Feng suddenly tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace.

His slender fingers lifted her delicate chin, and the next second he took that rosy blush into his mouth.

Ye Xinxia wrapped her slender arms around his neck, her fingertips unconsciously tightening around the hair at the back of his neck, passionately responding to the kiss. ...

While awaiting the trial verdict, and considering that the Parthenon had just experienced a major battle, Wang Feng chose to stay temporarily in an ordinary hotel in Athens.

The spatial rift slowly opened, and Panija's body was gently placed on the bed.

The girl's face was serene, as if she had simply fallen asleep.

"Parthenon's body preservation techniques are indeed superb," ​​Wang Feng commented, raising an eyebrow as he gently stroked her cold cheek.

Before the words were even finished, a sacred aura suddenly filled the entire room.

The Parthenon spirit appeared behind him, and the healing star sea surged.

"Great Resurrection Spell!"

Unlike ordinary 'divine blessings', a strange star palace appeared in mid-air, with a milky white waterfall of light cascading down, completely enveloping Panija.

Although each use of this secret technique drains the magical energy of the entire starry sea, it does not cause any other harm to the caster.

(Note: Ye Xinxia did not use a true resurrection technique to revive Yan Ji.)
A moment later, her soul dissipated, and a faint life force appeared on Pan Nijia's body.

Wang Feng murmured uncertainly, "Does this count as a success?"

“Boom boom boom—”

The sudden knocking interrupted his thoughts. A quick scan with his mental energy revealed it was someone he knew, and Wang Feng casually unlocked the door.

"Master~"

Standing outside the door were the smiling Ye Chang and Saintess Ander, as well as...
A black dragon emperor with reddened eyes.

"What brings you here?" Wang Feng raised an eyebrow at Austin.

"Wang Feng, how cruel you are," Austin sobbed, his dragon eyes filled with grievance.

"What did I do?" Wang Feng asked, looking completely bewildered.

"You treated her like that, and you still say you didn't do anything?"

Austin pulled open her collar with a pitiful expression, revealing a faint red mark below her collarbone.

The wound appeared shallow, yet it was imbued with the power of nineteen different elemental attributes, intertwined with each other, completely suppressing even the Black Dragon's formidable self-healing ability.

Wang Feng stared at the familiar chaotic sword mark, his lips twitching—wasn't this the residual aura of his 'Dawn of the End'?
"Uh, come in first." He coughed awkwardly twice and stepped aside to make way for them. "I'll help you get rid of these elements."

"Huh? Isn't that Panijia?" Ander's gaze fell on the sleeping figure on the bed, his expression dazed.

"Yes, spoils of war."

Wang Feng, his fingertips swirling with chaotic light, was clearing the remaining nineteen elements from Austin's wounds, answering without looking up.

Upon hearing this, Ander's expression immediately became complicated.

Trophies?
Isn't she one of them too?

"You all saw how Yizhisha ended up, didn't you?"

After treating Heilong's injuries, Wang Feng leaned back lazily in his chair, his gaze shifting between Ye Chang and Ander.

"Of course." Ye Chang's lips curled into a relieved smile. "Together with Lan Yu, they will be reduced to ashes."

This answer made her feel incredibly happy.

It was Yizhisha's ruthless pursuit that forced her to join the Black Church.

Now, having witnessed my enemy utterly destroyed, my long-held obsession has finally dissipated.

"Then, shouldn't we keep our promise?" Wang Feng said, looking at Ander.

Although it is possible to directly control Ender using the 'optimization' ability.

But that would be too boring.

He preferred to 'conquer' the noble saintess slowly!
Ander gently bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, and a blush like peach blossoms rose on her cheeks.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "What should I do?"

Ye Chang's red lips curved into a dangerous smile, her fingertips gliding like venomous snakes across Ander's delicate collarbone:

"Come on, let me teach you."

"First... we need to hold onto the future~"

Austin's eyes suddenly lit up, and two hearts appeared in his golden dragon eyes.

"I want to join too!!!"

(End of this chapter)