Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 300 Fal's Submission, the Town's Undeserved Disaster
When the excruciating pain that could tear one's soul apart subsided, the Archangel Far found himself in a completely unfamiliar territory.

The cold jade bricks beneath my feet are no longer those of the Parthenon, and the holy light from the dome above my head is gone.

This is a vast and boundless strange space where light and darkness intertwine.

An eternal darkness, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, forms the backdrop, while above the darkness flow countless galaxy veins composed of soft white light, like lighthouses guiding the lost.

In the space, countless points of soul light float, converging towards the strange black and white flowers (the red spider lily) blooming in the distance.

She, or rather, the essence of her soul, also transformed into one of the points of light.

However, her light was dim, carrying with it the weakness and bewilderment of someone torn apart.

"Where...is this place?" Far's remaining consciousness wondered.

Then, she "saw"—the black and white figure standing at the core of this space, exuding supreme majesty—Qian Jue!
His existence is the absolute core of this space, like the only pillar supporting heaven and earth!

The intertwining of the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit created a divine pressure that surpassed the limits of her understanding.

Before him, Far felt so insignificant; the angelic glory and the authority of the Holy City that he had once been so proud of seemed so laughable and pale.

An irresistible sense of awe and submission, originating from the soul, instantly overwhelmed her remaining will.

The once fervent faith in the holy city and in the light began to crack and then collapsed!
"My Lord..." A faint thought emanated from the light spot of Far.

Under Kindred's "Death Space" effect, her will to resist completely collapsed.

The golden soul light of the Archangel Fal slowly sank towards Kindred.

In the end, like the most devout believer, it knelt down beneath the intertwined light and shadow of the sheep spirit and the wolf spirit.

The once-powerful sword of the Holy City has become a follower of Kindred.

News of Fal's death quickly reached the Holy City via the Parthenon.

Remiel sighed heavily, his voice low: "Alas... even the Parthenon could not save Fal."

Uriel stood before the enormous projection of light elements, which still reflected the three purple cracks that stretched across the European sky, as well as Vekz's cold, giant eye.

Upon hearing the news of Far's death, a complex expression appeared in his eyes.

"Parthenon... ultimately lacked a true 'goddess'."

"Without the guidance of the goddess, the healing magic is insufficient to deal with Fal's injuries."

Michael frowned: "How should we handle this? Fal died at Soraka's hands, this grudge..."

Uriel raised his hand to interrupt him, his gaze sweeping over the archangels present: "Deal with? How should we deal with it?"

He pointed to the void rift in the projection, "The threat from the void is imminent! The Void Queen, the Eye of the Void, and that Cho'Gath who devoured the golden dragon... they are the ones who are truly in dire need!"

"The foundation and reputation of the Holy City rest on this battle!"

"To start a war with another powerful individual who also possesses terrifying strength at this time? That would be an extremely unwise move!"

Uriel continued, his voice carrying an undeniable determination: "The matter of Far is to be suppressed for now, and the news must be kept under wraps."

"We should concentrate all our efforts on dealing with the void creatures!"

"Moreover, the European continent is not only inhabited by humans!"

"There are also ancient demon tribes, who also possess dignity and territory!" "The Void Eye Vek'z hangs high in the sky, overlooking not only human cities, but also their lairs and hunting grounds! How could they tolerate an outsider 'emperor' forever oppressing them?"

"A storm is coming, but within a storm often lies...opportunity."

"We just need to wait and wait for the moment when those demonic overlords can no longer restrain themselves."

"We can reap the benefits without lifting a finger!"

"Perhaps we can severely damage several demon emperors in this crisis, thus crippling the demon tribes of Europe!"
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Within the Death God Space, Kindred silently sensed the flow of soul light points within the space.

Countless faint sparks of life were drawn here, and these messages, like trickling streams, flowed into Qianjue's sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, Yang Ling's gaze sharpened slightly, and the shadowy figure of Lang Ling also let out a low, questioning sound.

A group of soul lights and a message caught their attention.

Kindred doesn't need his physical body to personally guide those who are about to die; his "Death Space" will automatically lock onto those beings.

Kindred will go on its own to those beings of high status and considerable strength in their lifetime.

Some ordinary people, on the other hand, would give the power to the little spirits in the "Death God Space" who had gained some of Kindred's power.

However, once these beings enter the Death Realm, Kindred will automatically acquire their information.

Those were the points of soul light that were introduced into space at almost the same time.

Their light was faint, filled with intense fear and bewilderment, and lingered with fragments of resentment for the violent loss of their lives.

Most importantly, Kindred had some impression of these people.

It's that remote town where Soraka used "Star Infusion" to save a dying child!
Kindred's first reaction was that it was a demon attack.

That town has almost no magical defenses, and in the current turbulent situation, it is not impossible for it to be slaughtered by a demon tribe.

However, when his consciousness touched more deeply the core imprints of those soul points of light.

The scene flashes: not hideous demons, but human mages dressed in uniform!
Their faces were cold, their eyes indifferent.

Flames engulfed the wooden house, icicles pierced the farmer, and wind blades slit the throats of women and children... It was a one-sided, highly efficient massacre!

The tranquility of the town was utterly shattered amidst desperate cries and the roar of magic!
In the end, powerful earth magic buried all the remains and bloodstains deep, as if no one had ever been there!
Qianjue leaped into the air.

He appeared in the area of ​​the Death God's dimension that represented the souls of the town's dead.

Countless faint, terrified, and deeply resentful specks of light of souls cowered and lingered here, unable to find peace.

Then, the sheep spirit guided the red spider lily, and a gentle light gradually soothed their soul wounds!
Immediately afterwards, Kindred appeared in the real-world area where that town was located.

Almost simultaneously, a dazzling starlight gate opened!

Soraka, the Starchild, descends upon this place riding on the power of the stars!

Her eyes no longer held their usual gentleness, but instead held a hint of anger!

She and Qin Yu'er had spent a few days in this small town, where the villagers had given them a warm welcome.

The wooden house that was once filled with the warmth of daily life, the wisps of smoke rising from the chimney, the laughter of children, the kind face of an old woman...

Now all that remains is a desolate wasteland, forcibly flattened by powerful earth magic and covered with camouflage vegetation!
(End of this chapter)