Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 276 Archangel Michael Returns Ahead of Schedule

“The Alps…and it just so happens to be at this time…” Raphael’s voice carried a hint of solemnity.

He looked out at the seemingly calm sea of ​​clouds outside the palace. "Remir, Uriel, don't you think... the recent demon uprisings are too frequent?"

"The Shurima Empire, which has risen from the Sahara Desert in Africa, has integrated all the demon tribes in Africa and seems to be moving northward."

"The Sakura Kingdom has been submerged by the Sirens, and the Siren Empire of the Atlantic is aiming for the United States. Newt was recently submerged."

"There are also uprisings in the Amazon rainforest of the Americas... Now, right here in the Alps below our holy city, demonic turmoil has broken out..."

Raphael's gaze fell upon Remiel and Uriel: "These successive, widespread, and global demonic disturbances erupted at such a close time..."

"I have a very bad feeling, as if there is an unseen, huge black hand stirring up the chessboard of demonic forces throughout the world!"

Uriel's face was covered with frost. "The storm... has arrived! Its scale far exceeds our imagination!"

"Raphael is right, this is by no means an isolated incident, but rather the prelude to a global phenomenon!"

"We must gather all available forces as quickly as possible and prepare for the worst! Recalling the wandering angels is of utmost urgency! Remiel, immediately issue the highest-level 'Holy City Recall Order'!"

"it is good!"

"Right now, Far's life could be extinguished at any moment."

"Getting her safely and quickly to the Parthenon to receive the highest level of healing is the most urgent task at hand! This matter concerns the survival of an archangel, and there can be no room for error. I will personally escort her!"

Raphael said no more, and with Fal around him, holy light surged around him, transforming into a torrent of light, and they sped toward the Temple of Tenon!

Parthenon.

The Queen Mother Pamisi sat in the main seat. Before her, a sage and several surviving members in moon-white robes bowed their heads and reported in detail everything they had encountered on the Finnish ice plains.

When she spoke of Soraka turning day into eternal night with a wave of her hand, summoning stars to fall, and severely wounding the arrogant Archangel Fal to the brink of death with a single blow…

"What?!" The Queen Mother Pamis suddenly stood up from her seat.

“It’s absolutely true, Your Majesty!” The sage’s voice trembled with lingering fear. “That power… completely exceeded our understanding of magic! There were no star trails, no magical energy fluctuations, it was as if… as if she herself was the embodiment of the rules!”

"Moreover, the Archangel suspects that she may not be human, but rather a demon in disguise."

The temple's matriarch, Pamis, slowly sat back down, her chest heaving.

She severely injured the Archangel Fal with a single move and even possesses the power of "resurrection"! Just who is this Star Goddess Soraka?!
Her existence was a disaster for Parthenon...

Just as the temple matriarch was processing this earth-shattering news, a temple guard staggered in.

"Report! Your Majesty! The Holy City... Archangel Raphael of the Holy City has arrived in person!"

"Raphael himself has come?"

"Quickly! Follow me to greet them!" The Temple Mother dared not delay in the slightest, immediately rising to her feet and issuing a stern order: "Notify all the great sages and saintesses in the temple! Assemble in the main hall immediately! Put aside all other matters! This is a matter of utmost urgency!"

The entire high-ranking officials of the Parthenon came to greet him; even the Archangel of the Holy City was there, so they had to give him enough face.

Raphael nodded deeply to the High Priestess: "Your Highness, Fal's condition... The Holy City's healing magic has reached its limit. Parthenon is the pinnacle of life force in the world, the last hope. Please... do everything in your power to save him!"

When she saw Far at this moment, she couldn't help but gasp.

Far was enveloped in a soft holy light, and at this moment she looked more like a piece of "charcoal" that barely maintained a human shape.

The wings that symbolized the glory and power of angels have been completely destroyed, leaving only a few twisted, broken, charred bone fragments!

That faint, almost extinguished flame of life, like a candle flickering in the wind, could be extinguished at any moment. Ordinary people, even forbidden spellcasters, would not survive such injuries.

Fal survived only because of the "angelic soul embryo" within him.

The Queen Mother said, "But please rest assured! Lord Far is the pillar of the Holy City, the sword protecting humanity! I, Parthenon, have no choice but to shoulder this responsibility!"

"We will pool all our resources—under my personal direction—to do everything in our power to save lives."

Raphael looked at the Queen Mother and nodded heavily: "Everything... I entrust it to you!"

While the Parthenon was operating at full capacity to save Fal.

The Holy City also issued a "Holy City Call to Return".

In an ordinary small town on the Asian continent, a man's eyes suddenly blazed with golden light; he was none other than Michael, the angel of the Holy City.

When the unique, forceful mental fluctuations of the "Recall Order" were imprinted on his consciousness.

"recall?"

There was a hint of resistance in his expression.

It wasn't that he didn't want to return, but rather that he felt the time wasn't right!

After traveling the human world for decades, he needs a grander stage and a more spectacular opportunity to return to the Holy City in a different guise and to create the supreme glory that belongs to him as Archangel Michael!

Instead of being suddenly recalled like this.

"Fal is in critical condition! Demons are rampaging in the Alps! Demons are stirring globally! The Holy City needs your strength! Return immediately!"

Deep within Michael's golden pupils, resistance, pride, and regret for the timing... were ultimately suppressed by the four weighty words, "The Holy City needs it."

As an archangel, protecting the holy city is a duty ingrained in his very being and the foundation of his power.

Several days later, the Holy City.

The gates of the holy city slowly opened amidst the deep and solemn sound of horns.

The "Celestial Avenue" leading to the Angelic Temple at the heart of the Holy City had long been cleared. Countless Holy City residents, Holy Judges, and Temple Knights stood solemnly on both sides of the road, holding their breath and focusing their gazes on the gate.

The golden sunlight, as if deliberately gathered, fell upon the figure slowly walking towards the door.

It was a blond man.

He had sharp features and an air of domineering authority.

He wore a simple white robe that flowed with sacred runes, and his steps were steady and powerful.

With each step forward, his aura surged even higher!
The moment I took my first step, the gentle sunlight suddenly turned scorching!
As the second step was taken, a low rumble of thunder rolled faintly across the clear sky!

……

When he reached the center of the Heavenly Stairway, still a hundred paces from the temple gate, his aura had already reached its peak! Like a sun walking among mortals!
"call--!"

A pair of enormous wings suddenly unfolded behind him!

Its wings spread out, burning with holy flames, radiating supreme majesty that purifies all evil and burns away all darkness!

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire Heavenly Stairway!
(End of this chapter)