Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 149 The End
The defenders on the fortress walls were still basking in the joy of defeating the Silver Dome Lord, while countless eyes gazed in awe at the majestic Black Serpent standing in the lake.

Zhu Meng wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, it's over."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp alarm whistle suddenly sounded from the watchtower.

"Look at the horizon!" a young mage exclaimed in alarm, pointing into the distance.

Between the clouds, a silvery-white figure was seen flying crookedly toward the fortress.

Presiding Judge Li Tian shouted, "Attention! Everyone on high alert!"

As they drew closer, people gradually recognized the figure—it was none other than the Silver Sky Lord who had just been defeated! But at this moment, it was no longer the king it once was: its left wing was completely broken, and its remaining right wing was covered with charred wounds, its silver feathers stained with blood, constantly falling as it flew.

"This..." Tang Zhong narrowed his eyes, "The Silver Sky Lord seems to be fleeing for his life!"

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a dazzling seven-colored streak of light tore through the clouds and came after them with the force of thunder.

It was a magnificent, seven-colored peacock, each feather shimmering with a different magical radiance, making the entire sky appear dreamlike.

"This is..." Zhu Meng's pupils contracted sharply.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the Seven-Colored Peacock King spread its wings, and a dazzling seven-colored divine light shot out from its tail feathers.

At this moment, the Silver Dome Lord was already at his last gasp and could no longer hold on, and was subsequently pierced by this divine light.

The fortress was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring blankly at the proud, seven-colored figure standing tall in the sky.

The oppressive aura emanating from him caused the mages on the city wall to unconsciously retreat.

This newly appeared demon so easily killed the Silver Sky Lord who had previously put immense pressure on them.

"What exactly is this...?" Li Tian's voice trembled slightly.

Tang Zhong suddenly pressed down on his shoulder and whispered, "Don't make any rash moves."

Upon seeing this, the black serpent immediately raised its massive head, its golden vertical pupils flashing with a wary light.

It let out a hiss, its scales standing up slightly as it looked at the Seven-Colored Peacock King not far away.

The two monarchs faced off across the distance, as if an invisible pressure was colliding between them.

The black serpent sensed that the opponent's power was much stronger than that of the previous Silver Sky Lord, but Hangzhou was its territory, and it would not back down an inch.

However, the peacock demon did not show any hostility.

It merely shook its magnificent tail feathers slightly, then let out a long cry, flapped its wings, and flew into the distance, its tail feathers drawing a brilliant rainbow across the azure sky that lingered for a long time.

The mages on the fortress only awoke from their daze when the rainbow gradually faded away.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, some wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and many more stared blankly in the direction where the rainbow had disappeared.

At this moment, Zhu Meng and the others finally realized that their understanding of power in this world was still too shallow.

The Seven-Colored Peacock Dynasty headed towards Tengling.

Knowing that the Silver Sky Lord would be defeated by the Xuan Snake, Qin Xiaonan ordered the Seven-Colored Peacock King to intercept and kill it halfway, and then take over its territory. As a peacock, it had its own place among the Feathered Demons.

Once the White Demon Eagle retreated, the plague was resolved, everything settled down, and the gloom that had shrouded Hangzhou City dissipated.

Zhu Meng stood on the dilapidated city wall, took a deep breath, and walked towards Qin Xiaonan in the distance.

"Young friend Qin," Zhu Meng's voice was somewhat hoarse, and this usually arrogant court mage seemed rather flustered. He raised his hand to straighten his robes and gave a solemn bow: "I was too narrow-minded. Facts have proven that your insistence was right."

Complex emotions flickered in Zhu Meng's eyes.

He gazed towards West Lake, where the silhouette of the Black Serpent flickered in and out of the mist. "My prejudice against the Black Serpent ran too deep, which is why I was manipulated by that scoundrel Luo Mian." He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. "I never imagined this plague was orchestrated by him. That heartless beast!"

As he got excited, lightning crackled around Zhu Meng.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down: "It's a pity he escaped. But don't worry, I've issued the highest-level kill order; the entire Inquisition will do everything in its power to hunt down Luo Mian."

Qin Xiaonan looked at this once aggressive councilor, whose attitude of admitting his mistake was actually quite good.

He nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Two days later, an unexpected message arrived.

At dawn, several patrolling mages discovered a strange water prison not far outside the city.

Trapped inside was Luo Mian, who was no longer recognizable as human.

His whole body was convulsing uncontrollably, his skin turned an abnormal bluish-purple, and white foam kept oozing from the corners of his mouth.

His eyes were wide open, but his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

"Help me." Luo Mian could only squeeze out a few broken syllables from his throat. Whenever someone approached, he would convulse wildly, as if recalling some terrible experience.

Zhu Meng, who had rushed over to check, stood in front of the water dungeon, his thoughts racing.

As a Shadow-type Super-Rank Mage, Luo Mian is a master of escape techniques, and the person who could easily capture him is no ordinary individual.

This water prison was clearly not the work of an ordinary mage. He immediately thought of Qin Xiaonan, but it seemed that her totem beast had never left. Could it be that someone was secretly helping them?
However, since the other party did not show themselves, it was clear that they did not want to reveal their identity. Since the other party helped him capture Luo Mian, Zhu Meng did not pursue the matter further.

Three days later, at dawn, the shores of West Lake were shrouded in a hazy morning mist.

Qin Xiaonan, Lingling, and the others were packing their belongings, while Qing Ning stood silently not far from him.

"Are you all packed? I'll see you off."

A cold voice suddenly rang out. Leng Qing's dark judge's robe fluttered in the morning breeze, and her arms crossed made her look exceptionally upright. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on her cold and beautiful face.

Behind her, Tang Yue also walked over with light steps.

Today, she wore an elegant moon-white long dress with wide sleeves, and a light blue ribbon outlined her slender waist.

Her toes touched the dew-kissed grass, and the jade hairpin in her hair swayed gently with her steps, shimmering with a warm glow in the morning sun.

“I’ll go too,” Tang Yue said as she walked over.

Then, she walked straight to Qin Xiaonan's side, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of reproach, "Xiaonan, your choice and performance this time were simply perfect."

She recalled the tall, upright figure standing in front of West Lake a few days ago.

Facing Zhu Meng, Qin Xiaonan remained composed and assertive as her robes fluttered, ensuring the Xuan Snake's perfect molting.

"Xiaonan."

Tang Yue suddenly became serious, and gently grasped his sleeve with her delicate hand. "Thank you." Her voice was soft, but every word was clear.

"You've shown me this time how to be a true totem guardian."

(End of this chapter)