Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 299 The Palace Mother's Scheme, The Wolf Soul's Soul-Searching Fal

Parthenon.

Within its deepest core healing sanctuary, a chilling calculation, utterly at odds with divine healing, now permeates the air.

Soft holy light poured down from the dome, illuminating the healing magic circle. In the center of the circle, the once majestic Archangel Fal was now curled up in pain.

The Temple Mother Pamis and the Great Sage Merora, the two symbols of the highest power in the Parthenon, stand side by side in a rare display, jointly maintaining this top-tier healing array that exudes a rich life force.

A brilliant emerald green light continuously flowed into Far's broken body.

The terrifying scorch marks on her body, burned deep enough to expose the bone by Soraka's starlight, were gradually repaired and healed by the powerful healing energy, and new skin appeared.

Far's face was contorted with pain, and his newly grown long hair was soaked with sweat, clinging to his pale cheeks.

Raphael, who brought her here seeking a last chance at survival, had already left and returned to the holy city, which was shrouded in the clouds of the void.

At this moment, she lay alone in this holy light, seemingly becoming the most crucial piece on someone else's chessboard.

The temple's matriarch, Pamis, shifted her gaze from Far to the great sage Merora beside her, whose expression was equally solemn.

Her voice was extremely low: "Soraka... her power is more terrifying and more... dangerous than we anticipated."

"She severely damaged the Holy City's Archangel of Punishment; this is a complete breakdown in relations! The Holy City will never let this go... For us in Parthenon, this is both a crisis and... an opportunity!"

Merora's eyes twitched slightly; she understood the Queen Mother's implication.

As a great sage, she represents the ancient traditions and power of knowledge of the Parthenon. Although she sometimes clashes with the Mother of the Temple over the recommendation of goddesses, they are of one mind and unwavering in their commitment to upholding the Parthenon's supreme right to healing.

“Soraka’s ‘Resurrection’…” Merora’s voice was hoarse and heavy.

"Moreover, the rescuers are humans. Once this news is made public, will the world still revere our Parthenon's 'divine grace' as before?"

"Will they still prostrate themselves at the foot of Goddess Peak, begging for the light of healing?"

Her gaze sharpened as she swept over the temple mother: "That ignorant town that Soraka helped... has been 'cleaned up'."

"Now, apart from those in the temple, no one else knows about Soraka's resurrection magic."

She used the word "handle" lightly, as if she had merely brushed away a speck of dust rather than erased hundreds of vibrant lives.

For the glory of the Parthenon, the sacrifice of a few ants is insignificant.

The temple's matriarch, Pamis, nodded in satisfaction, a cold smile curving her lips.

She looked again at the dying Far in the center of the magic circle, "As for this Archangel of Punishments... her value can only be maximized after 'death'."

"The Holy City is now being suffocated by the Void Queen, and the six archangels are overwhelmed and unable to take care of themselves."

"They need to focus their efforts on dealing with the threat from the Void and absolutely do not want to make another powerful enemy, especially Soraka, who can severely injure angels and possesses the power of 'resurrection'! But... if the Archangel 'dies' under Soraka's power, then..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already obvious.

Far's death will make Soraka a complete enemy of the Holy City!

Then the Queen Mother's gaze turned to the window of the sanctuary, where an ominous purple hue was rising from the sky.

The shadow of the Void Queen looms over the continent, bringing with it a devastating crisis.

But in the heart of this temple matriarch, she was not only thinking about how to deal with demons, but also how to ensure that the great ship of the Parthenon would not only not sink in the face of towering waves, but also climb to an even higher position!

"Pass the order,"

"Send additional Sage Squads! Deep into the disaster-stricken Void region to rescue the people!"

This performance at this time is to win people's hearts and minds, and to accumulate prestige and capital for the upcoming storm.

Inside the sanctuary, the healing array's light remained dazzling, but Fal's aura grew increasingly weak. Pamis and Merora appeared to be doing their utmost to maintain the array, but in reality…

The immense pain receded like a tide, replaced by a chilling numbness and boundless exhaustion.

Far felt as if he had fallen into an endless deep sea, his consciousness floating in the darkness.

The holy light of the sanctuary, the whispers of the Mother of the Temple and the Great Sage, the excruciating pain in my body... everything became distant and blurry, as if viewed through a thick layer of frosted glass.

She was trying desperately to grasp something, to grasp the glory of the angels…

But everything slipped through our fingers like quicksand.

Just as consciousness was about to completely succumb—

A faint ray of light pierced her consciousness!

It was a black and white mark that floated in her soul's perception.

Immediately afterwards, a figure pierced through the barrier of the sanctuary's holy light and healing array, as if descending directly from another dimension, silently coalescing "before" her.

It's Kindred!

The compassionate white light of the sheep spirit intertwined with the deep shadow of the wolf spirit, forming a divine pressure that made the soul tremble instinctively.

The sheep spirit's gaze fell upon Far's shattered soul:
“Fal…”

"...The river of your life dries up here."

"Come with me, this is your final destination."

"Do not--!!!"

Fal's remaining consciousness let out a shriek!
"I am an angel!!" Her thoughts were filled with extreme resistance and hysteria. "I am the Sword of the Holy City, the most powerful warrior under the Archangel! I am... the Archangel Fal!!"

She was trying to gather the divine power within her.

"What are you?! What right do you have to judge me?!" Her soul roared, filled with offended rage and extreme fear of death.

"My life belongs to the Holy City! It belongs to the Light! I will never... I will never go with you!!"

She refused to leave with Yang Ling!

However, her struggles seemed so pale and laughable in the face of Kindred's death power.

Then Yang Ling let out a sigh.

Immediately afterwards, the wolf spirit beside her opened its eyes.

In the wolf's eyes, there was a mocking glint of disdain for its prey's stubborn resistance.

"Resist? In vain!"

"If you don't want to leave with dignity, then... experience the true pain of 'annihilation'!"

Before the words were even finished, the shadow of the wolf spirit suddenly surged!

A black chain!
It instantly entangled with Fal's soul!

"Uhhh-!!!"

Far's consciousness let out a shrill, distorted scream!
The moment the chains wrapped around her, a terrifying, tearing sensation that exceeded her limits erupted!
The feeling was like being pierced through the soul by millions of red-hot steel needles at the same time, or like being grabbed by an invisible giant hand and torn outwards!
The excruciating pain was like an endless tide, each wave stronger than the last, crashing against her already crumbling will!

"No...no...I am an angel...I..." Far's remaining thoughts murmured in the boundless pain and darkness, leaving only an echo of despair.

(End of this chapter)