Versatile Mage: One innate talent for each system

Chapter 159 What kind of cosplay is this?

Leng Jue no longer concealed his power.

He knew that the spatial restrictions around him were only at the higher level and could not keep him here.

But if too much time passes and the temple mages arrive, then things might change.

We must leave as soon as possible!

Faces appeared on his robe.

They came to life, possessing a variety of emotions just like real people.

Pain, hatred, anger, resentment, despair, sorrow
A person with a weak mind will be assimilated by its extremely exaggerated emotional personas and fall into extreme negative emotions if they only take one look at it.

Extremes mean madness; even positive emotions can feel terrifying, let alone negative emotions.

At this moment, Leng Jue exuded extreme madness, a madness that wanted to overturn the world and destroy everything!

"Let yourself be consumed by boundless emotions!"

The painted robe on Leng Jue's body suddenly fluttered, and those painted faces transformed into fierce ghosts that covered Jiang Yuan.

A vengeful ghost descended upon the sky, like a cloud of black smoke.

Jiang Yuan raised his head.

Then, a simple, ancient-style armor appeared.

In that instant, the vengeful ghost vanished into thin air like smoke, and Leng Jue's face was filled with unprecedented terror!
The gaze beneath the armored robes turned to him.

That was the gaze of an emperor!
It turned out that what was in front of them was not a forbidden spell, but an emperor who ruled an empire!

Leng Jue did not recognize the ancient king, nor even his distinctive armor.

However, the dark aura emanating from Jiang Yuan clearly indicated that he had encountered the Dark King from a dark dimension!

Why did the Dark Lord come to the magical dimension?
At this moment, due to the strange phenomenon, many temple mages from the Temple of Liberty approached, but upon seeing this scene, they dared not make any rash moves.

They immediately called for more reinforcements.

"Things have become a little complicated." Jiang Yuan's voice was slightly hoarse, sounding like a whisper from hell.

"Your Majesty the Dark King, I have no grudge against you, why are you trapping me here?" Leng Jue shouted, his eyes darting around.

The Dark Lord?!
The temple mages, upon hearing this, even doubted that they had misheard.

Is this some kind of cosplay?

"Shut up!" Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, and his imperial power suddenly erupted.

Leng Jue was gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand and was dragged in front of Jiang Yuan in the blink of an eye.

"You still want the Temple of Liberty to get you out of this mess?" Jiang Yuan sneered as he began extracting Leng Jue's soul.

"what!!!!!!!"

Leng Jue's screams echoed through the park.

"stop!!!"

Another large group of temple mages arrived, including an old man with a full head of silver hair. His face was etched with the marks of time, and his eyes were deep and serene.

His black robe embroidered with gold thread proclaimed his identity.

Lord of the Temple of Freedom, pay your respects!
"Who dares to commit violence in front of the Statue of Liberty?!" Deng Bai shouted sternly, releasing the oppressive aura of a forbidden spellcaster.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Deng Bai and continued extracting Leng Jue's soul.

Biden frowned, about to give orders to the temple mages, when he suddenly realized that his life force was rapidly draining away.

In just one second, his skin became as dry and rotten as an old tree, and even his bones became dull and immobile.

The magical energy within him seemed to have been corrupted, like a stagnant pool of water!
The unique scent of an old man on the verge of death wafted from him.

Denby is the oldest temple master in the history of the Temple of Liberty, and it can be said that he has witnessed the entire process of the Temple of Liberty becoming a magical holy site.

He is America’s most respected and oldest sorcerer.

Since they are old, it is inevitable that their cultivation will decline, just like Old Man Bao of the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds, who, as an old high priest, is also in the process of continuous decline in cultivation. Jiang Yuan merely used his Underworld King status to trigger Deng Bai's death, which led to the end of his life.

Even if he were ten years younger, he wouldn't have died like this.

Dengbai swayed and took two steps forward.

"Pfft!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Deng Bai fell straight forward.

"Lord of the Palace!!"

The temple priests rushed forward to check the situation, but all they saw was a withered skeleton, comparable to a mummy in a pyramid.

Everyone's face was filled with horror.

On the other side, Leng Jue also underwent changes.

A horned, three-eyed monster tore open Leng Jue's skin and emerged from his body.

"I am the Cardinal! I am the Hearer of God! I am the Cold Lord! No one can kill me!!!" the horned, three-eyed monster roared madly.

But under Jiang Yuan's control, the demonized Leng Jue couldn't make a ripple at all, especially since he had already been brought under control long ago.

It means that his soul has become very difficult to extract; his soul has become completely deformed and evil, filled with all kinds of painful negative emotions.

It's fair to say that Leng Jue is an emotional bomb.

Wherever you throw it, that place will become a hell on earth where people kill each other and violate human ethics.

Jiang Yuan, hidden beneath his armor, ignored Leng Jue's roar and increased the extraction force once more.

Soon, Leng Jue's unwilling roar turned into a wail under the extreme torment of his soul.

"I'm willing to give my life, let me die, let me die!!!"

"Let me die!!!!!"

The wailing echoed through the sky, and none of the high-level or super-level mages around dared to step forward.

In the end, the horned, three-eyed monster that Leng Jue had transformed into shattered into dust, and his deformed soul was completely extracted.

"It hurts!! I'm so hungry!!!"

A dark swamp appeared beneath Jiang Yuan's feet, from which twisted, ghostly creatures crawled out.

The moment it saw Leng Jue's soul, it began to devour it with gusto, and with each bite, the distorted face on its body would change.

Until finally, those faces became like the mask on Leng Jue's body, and Leng Jue's distorted face pushed Mu He aside and became the dominant one of the distorted ghosts.

The body of a twisted ghost is like this: whoever has the stronger soul will suffer the most painful twisting, and at the same time, will become the dominant force in the body.

As a superior being, Leng Jue is naturally much stronger than Mu He.

As for Pei Li, who was standing there in a daze, Jiang Yuan extracted his soul memories and threw them to the twisted ghost to be swallowed whole.

After doing all that, Jiang Yuan looked around.

The temple mages all took a step back.

"Get out!" Jiang Yuan hissed.

The powerful imperial aura blasted the temple mage thousands of meters away, and obvious cracks appeared on the Statue of Liberty!
When they flew back, the mysterious figure in armor had already vanished without a trace!

The next few days.

What happened here has shocked the international community.

The Dark King.

Cardinal.

In addition, there was the deceased Temple Master of the Temple of Liberty, Denbai.

Which figure can't cause a worldwide sensation?
The appearance of the Dark King and his killing of the Cardinal and Dembélé immediately became the focus of everyone's discussion, with everyone speculating about the Dark King's motives.

　It got reviewed again. I'll have to try to avoid using real place names in the future.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)