Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 331 Parthenon moves? Europe is finished.
As the situation on the battlefield became one-sided, the heart of the temple's matriarch, Pamis, sank to the bottom.

The powerful black-robed reinforcements she had placed so much hope in, brought by "Wen Tai," were now showing signs of defeat and decay.

These loyal Dark Guardians were indeed powerful and fearless. Their attacks, launched at the cost of their lives, even left deep burn marks on Poseidon's vast watery body, cleaved cracks in Hestia's eternal fire armor, and tore a brief gap in Hades's dark mist.

However, all the gains achieved through these sacrifices were ruthlessly wiped out in the next second.

Above the heavens, Soraka, perched on Zeus's shoulder, simply raised her hand, and the warm and vast starlight cascaded down like a celestial waterfall, precisely bathing the wounded Titan emperor.

Those terrible wounds, which would have been troublesome even for human forbidden spellcasters, healed and smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye as the starlight flowed, as if they had never existed!
This situation not only resulted in a reduction of combat power, but also a devastating and overwhelming advantage.

At the same time, the top-tier power that Parthenon relied on—the forbidden spell elders of the nine reclusive families—finally reached its limit.

Two elders had already perished under Hades's dark mists and Zeus's raging thunder, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The remaining few were all pale and weak, their breaths utterly exhausted.

The magical aura surrounding them had dimmed. In order to resist the emperor's offensive, they had excessively exhausted their magical energy and even burned some of their life force. At this moment, they were at their limit, and their bodies were covered with the gruesome scars left by energy backlash and battle.

Parthenon's defeat was inevitable.

The temple's matriarch, Pamis, closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and when she opened them again, her eyes were resolute.

Her voice, transmitted through special magic, resonated clearly in the hearts of every Parthenon executive, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor:

"Let's retreat! Everyone, do everything in your power to break through. Just get out of here!"

In fact, she had already considered retreating before "Wen Tai" descended through Izusa's body.

The appearance of Wen Tai and those men in black robes was like a lifeline suddenly thrown to her, giving her a glimmer of hope for a turnaround and a tiny ray of light to save her home.

After all, who would be willing to easily give up a sacred place that they have cultivated and lived in for countless years, a place into which they have poured their life's blood and sweat?
However, the harsh reality was far more cruel than she had imagined.

The opponent's strength is unfathomable: five Golden Titan Emperors, plus Soraka, whose abilities are comparable to those of a god, who can control life and death and whose healing power spreads throughout the entire battlefield and the stars...

Even the will of the Dark King Wentai, who descended through the vessel, could not reverse this dire situation.

With the order given, the remaining sages and important clergy, under the desperate protection of the last elite knights of the Knights' Hall, began their breakout attempt toward the breach in Poseidon's Water Curtain barrier that had been corroded by the Dark River.

Just then, the lips of "Yizhisha," who had been taken over by Wentai's will, moved slightly, and a mysterious and ancient secret was silently transmitted.

Those monsters from the dark dimension, still tearing and thrashing about on the battlefield, simultaneously flashed a higher command of will in their crimson eyes.

They immediately abandoned their pointless harassment and attacks, and instead let out an even more frenzied roar, rushing towards the Titan Legion's flanks like a tidal wave, even using self-destruction to forcefully open a brief bloody path for the retreating troops!

Even so, the cost of breaking through was extremely high.

The Temple Mother watched helplessly as knights were crushed one by one while trying to block the giant hands or hurled boulders of the Titans. One of the Knights' Temple's vice-temporaries, trying to protect a sage, was struck by Hestia's fiery whip and instantly turned to charcoal.

Far away in the sky, Qianjue silently watched everything below, as numerous souls and lights were drawn into the Death God Space by his Death God power.

Wen Tai had also sensed Kindred's presence, and he wanted to recruit some of the Parthenon's elders to his cause.

But now he's being watched by Soraka and can't make a move at all.

Ultimately, only a very small number of people successfully broke through the gap in the barrier.

Meanwhile, the Temple Mother Pamis herself, along with her two sages and a handful of core members, retreated in disarray to the Temple of the Goddess, the most central and final sacred site of the Parthenon, under the protection of knights.

The heavy temple doors slammed shut behind them, temporarily shutting out the deafening shouts and roars from the outside world.

Immediately afterwards, the Temple Mother strode to the huge Parthenon emblem in the center of the Temple of the Goddess, and together with the other two Great Sages, cut their palms, letting their blood drip onto it, while chanting an ancient incantation passed down only to the Temple Mother and the Chief Sage.

In an instant, countless mysterious spatial runes that had been engraved on the ground, pillars, and dome of the entire Goddess Palace lit up one by one, emitting a strong silver-white light!

A massive and extremely complex spatial array was forcibly activated, and vast spatial energy began to fluctuate and converge violently, causing the entire hall to tremble slightly.

This is the Parthenon's ultimate escape tactic, a last resort that, once activated, means abandoning the sacred mountain.

They never imagined that they would be forced to use it one day.

As the spatial fluctuations intensified, the light gradually engulfed the remaining people inside the hall.

They left via a magic circle.

Outside the Temple of the Goddess, the last resistance gradually subsided.

The Titans shattered the last line of defense, their enormous feet stomping upon the sacred squares and temples of the Parthenon.

The sacred mountain, a symbol of life and faith, is now engulfed in the fury of giants and vengeance.

The fall of Parthenon was like the toppling of the last domino, signifying that the three most powerful superpowers on the European continent had all suffered devastating blows under this series of attacks.

The Holy City, severely weakened, is being relentlessly pursued and harassed by mysterious void creatures, its glory long gone.
The Parthenon has fallen completely today; the sacred mountain has been occupied, and its leaders have fled in disarray.
Another powerful force, the Church of St. Paul in Europe, had already sent several forbidden spellcasters to assist the Holy City when it mobilized forces from all sides to capture the Void Burrower Emperor Rex. However, they suffered heavy losses and were defeated.

The once glorious and powerful European magical world has had its backbone completely broken by this series of calamities.

This means that the entire European continent is about to be plunged into an unprecedented darkness and chaos.

Europe is finished.

(End of this chapter)