Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 258 Mount Rushmore (Mount of Fa)
(P.S.: According to the original French novel, the Magical Association of America and the Temple of Liberty are among the most powerful human mages.)
(P.S.: China has its totems, and the US has its methods. The Mount Fashen Mountain mentioned below is derived from Mount Rushmore, and the author portrays them as America's ultimate weapon. I've directly named them here; hopefully, it won't get censored.)
The brilliance of the forbidden spell and the emperor's might annihilated each other, and each collision caused Newt City to tremble violently.

Forbidden spellcasters represent the pinnacle of human magical civilization, but they are still at a significant disadvantage when facing true emperor-level demons.

The emperor-level demon's massive body is itself the most terrifying weapon. The power of heaven and earth that it can unleash with every move is like the world-destroying sea wall of the sea-suppressing spirit beast, the condensed torrent of the star-sea emperor, and the petal storm of the spirit-gathering sea rose emperor. Each strike is equivalent to a large-scale "forbidden spell" effect!
They don't need to wait long; their attacks are as natural as breathing, continuous and relentless!

What's even more despairing is the powerful vitality of emperor-level demons!

And what about human forbidden spellcasters?

They need to slowly accumulate power to cast forbidden spells that threaten the emperor.

Furthermore, they were physically weak, and if they were attacked head-on by the emperor, they would basically die.

The situation below the battlefield was equally critical.

Despite the arrival of the high-level mage legion from Washington, which temporarily stabilized the situation and even launched a local counterattack.

But the number of sirens was simply too great! They surged like an endless black tide, relentlessly assaulting humanity's defenses.

"Hold on! Hold on for me!" A high-level mage, half of his body corroded by acid, still roared while waving his remaining arm, but his voice was drowned out by the deafening roar.

“Magic energy… magic energy is almost exhausted…” In a high-level mage formation, a young female mage was pale and her hands were trembling uncontrollably, her magic output was nearly depleted.

"Elder! East District Fortress No. 3... has fallen! Siren... Siren have flooded into the inner city!"

From the watchtower, Cassius gazed down at the sirens surging into the inner city and wreaking havoc among the ruins.

Looking at the bald eagle emperor in the sky, still tightly entangled by the two rose emperors and unable to break free.

Watching their forbidden spell being steadily pushed back under the combined pressure of the Silverwing Ant Queen and the Sea-Suppressing Spirit Beast Emperor...

“Newt City… is the heart of the American continent, the last beacon of free will…” he murmured to himself, “We… cannot retreat. As long as the temple stands, the city stands! If the city falls… we fall! We will fight to the death… to the very end!”

Just as this building was on the verge of collapse and the defenses were about to crumble completely—

Just tens of kilometers from the fierce battlefield, in a relatively quiet, even somewhat out-of-place, lush hilly area to the southwest of Newt City.

This place seems to be shrouded in some kind of powerful spatial restriction or illusion magic. When the earth-shattering energy storm from the outside reaches here, it is greatly weakened and smoothed out, leaving only the rustling sound of the breeze through the leaves.

On the top of a seemingly ordinary hill covered with dense trees, an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a simple gray linen robe, stood quietly.

He leaned on a bent oak cane, his body hunched over, as if he were one with the earth beneath his feet.

His gaze pierced through the distance of space, clearly "seeing" the bloody inferno unfolding in Newt Harbor: the roar of emperors, the annihilation of forbidden spells, the howls of sirens, the lamentations of mages, the groans of the city...

The old man sighed, a sigh that seemed to bear the weight of a century of vicissitudes and burdens on this continent.

"In the end... it still came to this."

"Sleeping souls, heed the call of your homeland. The flame of freedom needs you to reignite it."

Without further hesitation, he slowly turned around and walked towards a rock face hidden deep in the hills by vines and ancient trees.

The oak cane gently tapped on an inconspicuous rock protrusion on the rock face, weathered by time.

hum!
A faint, almost invisible, milky-white halo rippled from the point where the staff tip touched the rock. The hard rock before him rippled and parted like water, revealing the entrance to a deep passage.

The old man's figure disappeared into the darkness of the entrance.

The brief silence seemed to freeze time itself.

The next second—

boom--! ! ! !

The entire hill, along with the surrounding land for dozens of miles, suddenly trembled!

Immediately afterwards, a beam of pure white light, without warning, tore through the earth from the heart of the hill and pierced the sky!

This beam of light is not an energy attack, but a manifestation of some kind of will, some kind of existence!
It exudes an aura of warmth, determination, resilience, and freedom, instantly dispelling the gloom of despair that shrouded Newt City, and even causing the inverted "sea of ​​stars" to ripple slightly!

This is just the beginning!
After the first beam of light shot into the sky, three more equally vast and pure white beams of light, like giant pillars supporting the heavens and the earth, erupted simultaneously from three other directions of the hill!

The four beams of light were arranged in a square, piercing straight into the sky, where they converged and merged at the highest point in the heavens.

It formed a huge white dome of light that covered the entire battlefield of Newt City!

This dome is like a giant protective barrier, gently enveloping the ravaged city and warriors below!
Inside the four towering white pillars of light, four blurry yet majestic figures were slowly coalescing and manifesting!
They are not physical entities; their bodies are composed of flowing energy that emits a faint platinum-gold glow, with somewhat ethereal and transparent edges, like heroic spirits emerging from an ancient oil painting.

However, the powerful and profound aura emanating from them was stronger than that of any forbidden spell mage!
Fashen Mountain!
The ultimate foundation of the United States is the Hall of Heroes, which embodies the will of the Founding Fathers and the guardians of the nation throughout history!

At this moment, as Newt City is in peril, it has finally been awakened!
The figures of the four heroic spirits gradually became clear.

Although their faces remained blurred in the light, their posture and temperament were strikingly different, bearing the distinct marks of their era and the characteristics of power:

The first beam of light: The figure was tall and upright, dressed in a simple yet dignified military-style robe, with an ancient long sword hanging at his waist.

He exuded an unstoppable aura, his gaze piercing as if it could see through all the fog.

George Washington!
The second beam of light: The figure was as steady as a mountain, wearing a signature top hat and holding a scroll symbolizing the law.

His aura was as deep as an abyss, and countless golden runes of law were faintly flowing around him.

Abraham Lincoln!

The third beam of light: A broad and powerful figure wearing pince-nez glasses sat in a mechanical energy wheelchair.

He exudes boundless energy and the courage to innovate.

Theodore Roosevelt!

The fourth beam of light: The figure is wise and tolerant, with a far-reaching gaze, as if it can see through everything.

He holds an olive branch, and a gentle yet powerful spiritual force flows around him, encompassing all things.

Thomas Jefferson!
Almost simultaneously, the gazes of the four heroic spirits pierced through the beam of light and fell upon the battlefield of Newt City, which was being consumed by war and despair.

(End of this chapter)