Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 229 The Forbidden Curse Falls, the Whole Nation Grieves

The entire port area began to collapse and disintegrate!
The earth shattered and sank!
Billions of tons of seawater were squeezed, emptied, and evaporated! This exposed trenches and reefs, and the seabed cracked under immense pressure!
As the golden light of destruction slowly dissipated, what remained was a terrifying, bottomless crater with crimson lava flowing along its edges!
Only the two slightly stronger dual-elemental forbidden spell mages managed to escape and survive; the rest perished under Azir's palm strike.

At this moment, both of them were pale and cold, their eyes filled with boundless fear and bewilderment at surviving such a disaster.

The fleeting glimpse of Azir's phantom was like a brand, deeply engraved in their souls, becoming their eternal nightmare.

After everything calmed down, the sun disk in the sky and Azir's figure had disappeared.

Meanwhile, the Silverwing Queen Ant has also disappeared without a trace.

In fact, what appeared this time was not the Tsar himself, but an illusory image of Azir condensed by the sun disk that had been constructed long ago within the "Abyss of Evil".

This palm strike was incredibly powerful, but it also essentially depleted most of the power of the solar disk.

For the first time on this distant continent of America, the Shurima Empire undeniably demonstrated its power to human mages.

They thought their opponent was only the Silverwing Queen Ant, but they were wrong...

The sinking of Newt Harbor is nothing compared to what's to come.

The American Magic Association is most heartbroken by the fall of the forbidden spellcaster.

Every forbidden spell mage is the ultimate power born from countless trials of life and death, the consumption of massive resources, and the bearing of the entire force's destiny.

They are the pillars that deter the demon empire and the ultimate bulwark protecting humanity.

Their demise was not merely the loss of individual lives, but also the sudden appearance of a huge hole in the magical defense system of the American continent, a precipitous drop in strategic deterrence!
What made the Temple of Liberty most desperate was that, despite paying such a heavy price, they still hadn't managed to capture their target—the Silverwing Queen Ant.

A deathly silence hung over the magnificent halls of the Temple of Liberty.

At the same time, the entire city of Newt, and even the whole of the United States, was shrouded in a solemn and sorrowful atmosphere.

Along the streets, the once colorful billboards have been replaced with huge, solemn portraits of several fallen forbidden spellcasters projected with magical light and shadow.

They are depicted as guardians with unwavering gazes and a willingness to die for their cause.

Below the portrait, there were piles of flowers, candles, and handwritten memorial cards spontaneously offered by the public.

Swaying gently in the breeze, it exudes a faint fragrance and a sense of sorrow.

The Temple of Liberty solemnly declares:

To protect the lives and freedom of millions of people in Newt City, my four great forbidden elders of the temple: Edgar Bernstein, the Shield of the Mountains; Lina Moreno, the Guardian of the Shadows; Karl Hoffman, the Wrath of the Thunder; and Emilia Ross, the Light of Dawn.

"He fought bravely against two ferocious, emperor-level demons who intended to attack the city off the coast of Newt Harbor, and ultimately sacrificed his life!"

"With their own flesh and blood, they built the last line of defense, successfully stopping the invasion of demons and defending the dignity of the Temple of Liberty and the glory of humanity! Their names will be forever engraved on the monument of heroes in the Temple of Liberty, immortalized!"

Official media outlets repeatedly reiterate this tragic yet distorted narrative.

"My God, they're two Emperor-level beings! They did this to protect us..."

“Elder Edgar! I remember him. Ten years ago, during that siren tide on the east coast, it was he who held back the monarchs!”

Long live the Temple of Liberty! Heroes never die!

"Damn monster!"

They didn't mention that it was actually the Temple of Liberty that initiated the attack on the Silverwing Queen, which attracted Tsar Azir and caused such losses.

The truth was replaced by carefully crafted lies, and sacrifice was given a lofty meaning.
— At the very moment that imperial war broke out, Qin Xiaonan was having dinner with Mu Nujiao, Lan Xi, and Mu Ningxue.

At first, it was just a faint rumbling vibration coming from the horizon.

Then, the night was torn apart!

One after another, enormous beams of light, each a different color but containing terrifying energy, shot into the sky, rendering half of the sky bizarre and fantastical.

"What's that?" Mu Ningxue pointed out the window.

Mu Nujiao also raised her head, a hint of solemnity flashing in her beautiful eyes: "Such terrifying energy fluctuations... Is it a demonic invasion?"

"There are actually demons attacking Newt City, and the Temple of Liberty is right here."

"That depends on the strength of the demon."

Qin Xiaonan didn't explain anything to them, but said, "It'll probably get even more chaotic later, let's go back first."

Lan Xi's gaze suddenly turned to Qin Xiaonan the moment the golden light burst forth, especially when the giant divine hand appeared.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions; she recognized the source of that power!
He had been coerced by this force and "forced" to take human form and follow Qin Xiaonan.

However, she is quite satisfied with her current life.

She knew that Qin Xiaonan possessed great power, but she had never seen it in its entirety.

Looking at that towering golden hand from afar, she realized how insignificant she was in its presence.

At the same time, this earth-shattering change also affected the normal operation of the National Championship.

This grand event for top young mages seemed insignificant in the face of such a devastating disaster.

The next morning, a predictable yet disheartening message arrived at the hotel where the Chinese national team was staying: the US National Hall, which was officially closed and indefinitely declined challenges from any national team.

Upon hearing the news, the atmosphere in the temporary meeting room of the Chinese National Government team became heavy.

Outside the window, the city has lost its usual hustle and bustle.

Squads of patrolling mages, dressed in standard magic robes and wearing the emblem of the Temple of Liberty, flew nervously across the sky and streets.

The main intersections were blocked by roadblocks that shimmered with magical light and were guarded by fully armed military mages.

A sense of tension and unease filled the air.

The entire city of Newt, like a giant magical prison, entered an unprecedented state of martial law.

Ai Jiangtu broke the silence: "Everyone knows the situation. The US Embassy is closed, and the challenge is impossible. Now we only have two paths before us: stay here and wait, or find a way to leave Newt?"

His eyes swept over the crowd.

Nan Jue put down the tactical tablet in her hand. The screen displayed a chaotic map of urban traffic control and some vague disaster reports issued by the authorities.

"I don't think waiting is a wise move. The events of last night were far more serious than we imagined."

"Although the authorities have blocked most of the news, the fall of the forbidden spell and the razing of Newt Harbor... this is no longer an ordinary demonic attack or local conflict."

(End of this chapter)