Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 137 Stunning Beauty or Ancient Corpse of Loulan
"Damn it!" Lin Zhan's pupils contracted sharply.

He watched as the black-armored soldiers surged forward like a tide, the black mist seeping from the gaps in their armor turning half the sky inky black. "No time for nonsense! Kid, let's join forces against the enemy!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhan's intense fire magic erupted instantly.

"Heavenly Flame Funeral - Hellfire Stone!" he roared.

In an instant, countless meteorites burning with hellfire crashed down with devastating force.

The ground trembled violently, and the shockwave from the explosion ripped away the rubble of nearby buildings. A wave of scorching heat rushed towards us.

However, those black-armored soldiers only paused slightly in the sea of ​​fire!

The runes on their armor flashed wildly to defend against the flames.

Although the armor of the few soldiers who were directly hit melted, the black mist surging out from inside quickly condensed into new bodies.

What kind of monsters are these?

Qin Xiaonan snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hands, a complex golden magic circle slowly formed in front of him.

A pattern of a sun disk appeared in the center of the magic circle, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

"Sand soldiers have appeared!"

With a low shout, five sand soldiers clad in golden armor stepped out of the magic circle.

They were made entirely of pure yellow sand, and their armor was covered with sacred runes that were completely different from those of the black-armored soldiers.

Each sand soldier, shield in his left hand and sword in his right, charged toward the enemy ranks in perfect unison.

This is precisely the ability that Qin Xiaonan learned from Azir.

The sand soldiers charged into the black-armored legion, their golden swords severing the black mist with each precise strike.

Although Qin Xiaonan's control was still a bit clumsy, causing the sand soldiers to move somewhat slowly, it was enough to disrupt the enemy's formation.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Xiaonan loosely clenched her left hand, and a deep purple energy condensed in her palm.

Void Thrust!

Suddenly, countless purple blades appeared out of thin air from bizarre angles.

As if they were alive, they specifically targeted the Loulan mark on the chest of the black-armored soldier.

"Pfft——"

The sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out one after another.

The soldier who was stabbed froze on the spot, and the black mist inside the armor overflowed wildly, eventually turning into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

Then, a deep purple light flowed in the depths of his eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward, and the power of the void coiled around his fingers as if it were alive.

"Void Annihilation!"

A purple beam of light descended from the sky, sweeping across the rear half of the entire black-armored legion.

Black mist surged wildly from the gaps in the armor, but was assimilated the moment it came into contact with the purple ripples, turning into specks of purple light and dissipating into the air.

When the purple light faded, only the wreckage of armor, still emitting blue smoke, remained on the battlefield.

Lin Zhan stood frozen in place, the muscles on his face twitching involuntarily.

They witnessed the whole process, yet they still couldn't understand what was happening before their eyes.

This was completely beyond their understanding of high-level magic.

This young man is very capable.

He essentially single-handedly wiped out the entire group of black-armored soldiers. As the last black-armored soldier's remains turned to ashes, they continued forward, arriving at the center of the ancient city, where a large altar stood.

The enormous circular altar was made of obsidian and its surface was covered with ancient runes, each line of which flowed with a silvery halo.

At the very center of the altar, the silver pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth continued to rotate silently.

Just as they were about to go forward to check, Qin Xiaonan suddenly raised her hand to signal them to stop—a slender figure was standing quietly at the edge of the altar.

She was a woman dressed in exotic clothing.

She had her back to the three of them, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, adorned with tiny sapphires that shimmered like stars in the light.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned around—

The three of them held their breath at the same time.

The woman was in her early twenties, with skin as smooth and translucent as the finest mutton fat jade, seemingly glowing softly in the silvery light.

Her features were so exquisite they were almost unreal: beneath her willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows were a pair of rare heterochromatic eyes—her left eye was as clear as amethyst, while her right eye was as gilded as amber.

Her nose was high and straight, and her lips were as red as rose petals touched by morning dew, with the corners of her lips naturally slightly upturned, carrying a mysterious smile that was neither here nor there.

What is most captivating is the golden floral decoration between her eyebrows, which resembles a phoenix spreading its wings and flickers with her breath.

She wore a deep purple Loulan court dress, the light gauze material embroidered with dark gold star and moon patterns.

The cinched waist design accentuates the perfect waist and hip curves, while the wide sleeves drape down to the ankles, creating a flowing, graceful movement.

She wore a necklace made of seven sapphires, each of which seemed to contain flowing galaxies.

"You..." The woman's voice was ethereal and melodious, yet carried a sense of timelessness. "Who are you?"

Lin Zhan pressed his rough, large hand tightly against his wildly beating heart. Seeing such a stunning woman made his heart race.

Even the usually calm Qin Xiaonan was momentarily dazed.

The woman's appearance was so perfect that she seemed otherworldly. Even more strangely, she exuded a reassuring aura that seemed completely out of place in this eerie ancient city.

"Are you from Loulan?" Qin Xiaonan asked, forcing herself to remain calm.

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, the silver bell on her wrist making a clear sound: "My name is Yue Li, and I am the last priestess of Loulan."

"Does Your Excellency intend to harm me?" Her voice was like a clear spring dripping jade, carrying a hint of grievance and fear.

The woman gently bit her red lips, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, her slender fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

That pitiful appearance could melt even the hardest heart.

"No, no, no!" Lin Zhan shook his head frantically, his face flushed red. He staggered forward two steps, his cloudy old eyes filled with madness: "How could I hurt the fairy?"

Another monk lost his composure, kneeling on one knee with eyes full of adoration: "Fairy, if you have any orders, I will gladly die for you."

Qin Xiaonan's temples throbbed. His soul was extremely powerful, and no illusion could deceive him. The beautiful woman was surrounded by countless fine purple mists.

He focused his gaze again, and the scene before him suddenly distorted; there was no longer any beautiful woman, but instead a pink skeleton.

That stunning face cracked like shattered porcelain, its translucent skin peeling away piece by piece to reveal the stark white bones beneath, and its once flowing black hair turning ashen.

Her bright, clear eyes, like autumn water, had sunk into two dark, gaping holes, with eerie green phosphorescence flickering between them.

Her cherry-like mouth was torn all the way to her ears, revealing jagged fangs, and her pert nose collapsed into two dark holes.

The magnificent crimson gauze dress vanished like morning mist, turning into a piece of linen exuding a dark brown aura.

(End of this chapter)