Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 188 The Angel Conference
"Um, what's this?" Panija opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and looked at the unfamiliar dome in confusion. "Resurrected?"

Her memory was still of committing suicide in front of Ye Xinxia, ​​and she subconsciously murmured, "Did Lady Yizhisha win?"

"Hmm~"

An ambiguous panting sound suddenly entered my ears.

Panijia froze abruptly, her pale cheeks instantly turning red.

She struggled to sit up, and the next second, her pupils contracted sharply.

!!!∑(Дノ)ノ

A handsome young man with black hair was seen leaning lazily against an armchair, with Saintess Andre straddling his lap with her clothes half-undone, her beautiful face flushed.

Behind him, Ye Chang was biting her black hairband, her arms affectionately wrapped around the young man's neck.

Even more shocking, there was a dragon girl lying on the ground covered in red marks!

What could be more mind-blowing than being resurrected from the dead and opening your eyes to witness hand-to-hand combat?!
"Oh? You're awake?"

Wang Feng looked up, saw Pan Nijia's blank expression, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Who...who are you?!" Panijia's voice trembled, her eyes scanning Ander in terror. "And Ander...weren't you already..."

“Wang Feng.” He slowly stroked Ander’s smooth back. “Their master—now, is also your master.”

The phantom of Parthenon's soul slowly emerged behind him, its holy radiance creating an absurd contrast with the current debauched scene.

"No, impossible!" Panijia staggered backward. "Where is Lady Izusa? Where is the Great Sage?!"

"Them? I've sent them all to the underworld."

"And you are the spoils I specially snatched back from the hands of death."

Pan Nijia's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

Is Izusa dead?

Did the spirit also fall into this man's body?
And she was about to become a servant just because of this man's whim?

"You'll get used to it eventually."

Wang Feng made a grabbing motion from a distance, and Pan Nijia let out a soft cry as she uncontrollably fell into his arms.

Ye Chang leaned in at the opportune moment, whispering in her ear with a suggestive smile, "Relax, little saintess~"

Pan Nijia's mind went blank, and before she could react, she was drawn into this 'battle'.

Although Panicia was only used to build bonds, it must be admitted that the saints of Parthenon were all stunning beauties!
……

At the summit of the holy city, amidst swirling clouds and mist, the temple, accessible only to angels, exudes a sacred and majestic aura.

“Michael? What happened to you?” Remiel stared at the figure before him, his voice filled with shock and confusion.

Michael before me had a weathered face, as if he had aged at least thirty years in an instant. His once dashing face was now covered with the marks of time.

He frowned, his gaze fixed on Michael.

He couldn't sense even the slightest fluctuation in Michael's cultivation level.

"I...I have something to say. Quickly call Uriel and Raphael over." Michael's face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with anxiety and fear.

Remiel looked solemn and took out the white jade horn that had been passed down for thousands of years.

As the distant horn echoed throughout the holy city, three holy pillars of light descended upon the hall in succession. Uriel, who appeared first, was a towering two meters tall, his bulging muscles straining against his holy robes, his thick arms crossed over his chest: "What summons do you require?"

Remiel silently turned to the side, revealing the emaciated Michael behind him.

"Tell me, who hurt you like this?"

Michael took a deep breath, composed himself, and then recounted Wang Feng's (Lucifer's) story to the four archangels present without reservation.

After listening to Michael's account, Uriel frowned deeply, his expression solemn, and he fell into deep thought.

“Lucifer? Is there such a person in the angelic sequence?” Raphael asked, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

Remiel shook his head firmly with a serious expression: "No, I'm quite sure. At least, since the founding of the Holy City, there has never been a position called the Enforcement Angel."

As a being who returned to the Holy City in glory after judging the Holy Son Wentai, Remiel is not only powerful, but also the apparent administrator of the Holy City.

In his memory, the angelic order of the Holy City had never had such an unfamiliar name.

Of course, the angels of the Holy City have always followed ancient rules and never easily interfere in human affairs.

Only when forbidden spellcasters act recklessly and emperors are cruel and endanger humanity will these "representatives of the gods" leave the holy city and use their powerful strength to eradicate the scourge and maintain the balance and order of the world.

Lucifer, the angel of law enforcement mentioned by Michael, is responsible for overseeing and judging those angels who abuse their divine power and wreak havoc on earth.

That's why it has remained hidden behind the scenes and unknown to the public, which is quite understandable.

This time, Michael probably really bit the hand that feeds him, which is why he ended up like this.

Seeing the four archangels' calm expressions, as if they had already accepted the fact, Michael became anxious: "Don't you doubt his identity?"

"Doubt? What good will it do?" Raphael said quietly.

She knew Michael's strength all too well—although he had not officially returned to the Holy City, he already possessed the power of a six-winged angel.

However, according to him, he was completely powerless against Lucifer, who must have been at least a Seraphim.

Since it's a Seraph, who would be foolish enough to provoke such bad luck?
If this law enforcement angel truly possesses the divine authority to restrain the angelic order, wouldn't rashly taking action be tantamount to courting death?
Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

Losing power is no joke—just look at Michael before us, once a high and mighty angel, now nothing more than a frail old man.

“Michael, no, I should call you John now,” Uriel said coldly. “You should leave.”

"Uriel! What do you mean?!" Michael's eyes widened.

"This is the Temple of Angels," Uriel said expressionlessly. "And you, now, are not even as good as an ordinary mage. Go, go and live the life of an ordinary person."

“You—!” Michael trembled with rage.

He had assumed his colleagues would avenge him, but to his surprise...
John stormed out, slamming the door shut with a heavy thud.

Remiel stared at Uriel: "Are you really not going to investigate Lucifer's identity?"

“Is it necessary?” Uriel slowly rose to his feet. “In the eyes of the world, he is still the angel of the Holy City; he cannot shake our foundations. Besides…”

He paused meaningfully: "A seraph, how could he be so easily investigated?"

"If you insist on investigating, it's not impossible, but remember John's fate."

As Uriel's figure disappeared into the holy light, Raphael and Raguel also left one after another, leaving only Remiel in the empty temple.

“Parthenon… perhaps an old friend knows something,” Remiel said in a low voice, his eyes gleaming.

(End of this chapter)