Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 282 Holy City Gathering: How to "Mending the Sky"?
The purple crack that tore through the sky was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the entire European continent.

It cast not only an eerie purple light, but also a deep-seated panic and despair.

As the beacon and maintainer of order in the magical world, the Holy City naturally had to step forward at this time.

Because the eyes of magic associations worldwide are focused on them.

For such a power - "Void"!
They knew something about the Holy City, and they understood its horrors even better.

"Void creatures" cannot be killed with normal magic; they can only be attacked with full force, causing them to degenerate into eggs.

At this moment, the angels also looked serious!

Such a formidable threat is likely an even more terrifying crisis than the previous 'Void Fear'.
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At this time, the Venice Grand Tournament had reached its climax, with numerous hastily assembled mage teams emerging to compete for the ultimate goal.

Qin Xiaonan and Mu Ningxue have already joined up with Lan Xi and Mu Nujiao.

These students from the National Academy, separated by the secret realm, had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

Their matches are no longer of much interest to anyone.

Representatives from various countries—the president of the Magic Association, national guardians, heads of ancient families, and powerful figures in the military…

They have already rushed towards the Holy City at top speed.

Faced with such a crisis, they need direction.

How will the Holy City cope with this catastrophe?

The atmosphere was solemn inside the magnificent "Glorious Council Hall" of the holy city.

The representatives from various countries had different expressions, with anxiety, fear, solemnity and other complex emotions intertwined on their faces.

"Gentlemen," a steady and powerful voice broke the silence.

Archangel Remiel of the Holy City, clad in a platinum robe, stood on the radiant platform of the main seat, his gaze sweeping across the entire area.

"The void rift is tearing the sky apart, and its threat concerns the survival of the European continent and even the entire world."

"The Holy City has an unshirkable responsibility to stand with you all through this difficult time!"

"At this moment, we need wisdom, we need strength, and we need unity! Please speak freely, brainstorm, and discuss solutions!"

"Lord Remiel!" The first to stand up was the president of the French Magic Association, an elderly man with gray hair but a vigorous spirit.

His voice was filled with barely concealed anxiety: "The energy leaking from the cracks is disturbing the earth's veins, and spatial instability has been detected in southern my country!"

"Do we...do we really know what lies behind those cracks? Will they widen further? Will...something fall?"

“Space interference is just the beginning!” said the German representative, a stern-faced military general.

Is there a direct link between the "demon uprising" in the Alps and the appearance of this crack?

"We need to know the truth! We should try our best to find out the source of this rift."

"What level of enemy are we facing?"

“Not just enemies!” A female guardian from a small Balkan country said, her voice trembling.

She pointed to a miniature image of their land below the crack in the projection, "Lord Remiel, Lord Michael! The crack hangs over our heads, the people are in panic, and the city is nearly paralyzed!"

"Our small country has limited strength and cannot withstand such an impact!"

“The Holy City must come up with a solution, even if it’s just temporary protection! We need some protection,” her voice represented the sentiments of many weaker forces.

A chorus of agreement immediately erupted in the council chamber. Just as the noise grew, a figure slowly stepped out from the radiance beside Remiel.

His figure was as straight as a spear; he was none other than the Archangel Michael, who had just returned to the Holy City!

His appearance instantly drew everyone's attention, and the noise subsided.

Michael's golden eyes swept over each representative present, bringing an inexplicable sense of oppression and... a trace of unease from being scrutinized.

"Fear does not solve problems."

“Crying and complaining will not mend a broken sky!” He interrupted the small country representative’s emotional outburst without hesitation.

He continued, "Intelligence is very important, but sitting here arguing about what's behind the rift is a waste of time!"

"The power of the void is seeping in; every second of hesitation means a decrease in power and an increase in the enemy's strength!"

The representatives nodded slightly, showing no dissatisfaction with Michael's assertiveness. Instead, they asked, "What do you mean?"

Michael stepped forward and pointed sharply at a crack in the dome projection.

The voice was resolute: "Form a 'Sky Exploration Team'! Led by high-level combatants from the Holy City, with each country drawing its most elite mages skilled in space, defense, and reconnaissance!"

"Target—Approach the edge of the crack directly and conduct an on-site investigation!"

"We need precise intelligence: its energy intensity, the degree of spatial distortion, and whether there are any signs of biological activity! Only with this information can we formulate an effective strategy to 'mend the sky'!"

"'Mending the sky'?"

"Lord Michael, this is too dangerous! The energy fluctuations emanating from that crack are terrifying even at this distance. To approach and investigate? That would be tantamount to suicide!"

"Danger?"

"When has the path of magic ever been free from danger? To sit and wait for death is certain death, while taking a risk might offer a chance of survival! If you don't even have the courage to explore, how can you talk about protecting? How can you talk about 'mending the sky'?!" He surveyed the entire scene, his voice like a declaration.

"This is a crisis for all humanity! It is no longer a private matter for a particular country or organization! The Holy City will send a powerful angel to lead the team!"

"Now, what I need is your courage and responsibility! Who will take the first step in 'mending the sky'? Who is willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Holy City and become the sharp blade piercing through the unknown darkness?!"

His words were like the resounding beat of war drums, carrying a strong inflammatory tone.

A brief silence fell over the council chamber. The delegates looked at each other, their eyes filled with both a surge of passion and a deep fear of the unknown.

This expedition is fraught with peril, and there's little chance of returning.

Moreover, the magical techniques of the Holy City are far superior to theirs, and the magical power they contribute may very well become "cannon fodder"!
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Ultimately, under Michael's strong appeal, representatives from several countries gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

Fear still lingered, but the grand goal of "mending the sky" and the promise of the Holy City's angels leading the team personally ignited the last spark of hope in their hearts.

"Great! Thank you all for your courage and commitment!"

"Please have each nation select its personnel and assemble at the platform in one hour! The Holy City will provide the highest level of protective magical equipment!"

He paused, his gaze becoming extremely solemn, and his voice resounded throughout the hall: "Gentlemen, the heavens have shattered, and humanity has reached a critical moment of survival!"

"This expedition is fraught with peril, but you carry the hopes of millions of lives on your shoulders!"

"The Holy City will stand with you! May the Holy Light guide your way, and may courage illuminate the darkness! This battle concerns the success or failure of 'Mending the Sky,' and the very survival of human civilization!"

(End of this chapter)