Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 333 The Strongest Angel Falls, Abandoning the Holy City!

Here at the Parthenon on the other side.

Neither Soraka nor the Dark Lord made a move; they remained locked in a standoff.

Soraka stood still on Zeus's shoulder, her star-studded dress fluttering without wind, her radiance eternal.

However, a faint trace of weariness also flashed deep in her eyes.

To resurrect several golden titans, led by Zeus and Hades, and to construct the grand stellar array that spanned life and death, the effort and primordial stellar power required far exceeded what outsiders could imagine.

This power was so vast that even for her, forcibly driving it placed a heavy burden on this descended body.

The body was burning with the pain of magic.

She wouldn't intervene unless it was a critical moment.

Moreover, she clearly has the upper hand now, and she can simply sit back and watch the show.

The other side, "Wen Tai," also faces enormous restrictions.

The wisp of will that he descended from across planes was itself rejected and weakened by the rules of the present world, and the dark power he could mobilize was less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

Even more deadly is that Soraka's cold gaze is like an invisible shackle, firmly locking onto him. Any fluctuation of power exceeding a certain limit could invite her merciless thunderous strike.

In this state, he was completely unable to effectively intervene in the battle.

He could only watch helplessly as the Temple Mother and the others were forced to flee in disarray by the corrupted spatial magic array, their fates unknown.

Endless rage and resentment churned within the Dark King's will, yet he had nowhere to vent them.

Then, Ventae glared at Soraka, followed by a sweeping glance around at the surrounding Golden Titans, as if trying to remember the mastermind behind it all.

In the end, without a word, the descending will swiftly withdrew from Inosuke's body like a receding tide.

Yi Zhisha's body trembled slightly, the antiquity and indifference in her eyes quickly melted away, and she collapsed to the ground.

The aura of the Dark King that had enveloped the battlefield completely dissipated, returning to its original dark dimension.

Thus, the battle for the Parthenon finally came to an end.

The sacred mountain, once a symbol of healing and faith, is now scarred and devastated.

The magnificent palaces were reduced to ruins, the exquisite plazas were crushed by the footprints of giants, and the hymns once sung were replaced by the roars of the Titans.

Golden giants became the new rulers of this place, their heavy footsteps treading over every inch of land, heralding the end of one era and the beginning of another violent one.

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Meanwhile, in the distant sky, another chase was also drawing to a close.

The hunt for Archangel Uriel of the Holy City by the Void Terror Cho'gall has come to an end.

No matter how much Uriel burned holy light or tore through space in an attempt to escape, Kog'Gath's massive body always followed him like a shadow, an inescapable nightmare.

Kogas wasn't incapable of ending the fight immediately; rather, he thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of chasing his prey and watching his opponent struggle in despair.

To it, Uriel's all-out holy light attack struck its incredibly hard shell, which had evolved countless times, leaving not even a trace of white mark. It was as laughable as tickling.

Uriel had long known his fate. He persisted until now not out of the absurd fantasy of escape, but out of a final, tragic mission—to use himself as bait to hold off this terrible Void Emperor for as long as possible, to buy a chance for the surviving Archangel Michael, Raphael, and others, and to buy precious time for the remnants of the Holy City to evacuate.

However, patience in cat-and-mouse games is limited.

When Kogas found the chase tedious, it lost interest in continuing.

The next moment, its huge mouth, filled with sharp teeth, suddenly opened. This was not a simple physical action; the mouth seemed to be connected to a pure void black hole, unleashing an irresistible and terrifying suction force!
Space is distorted, and light collapses into it.

The surging holy light surrounding Uriel was extinguished instantly in the face of this power, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The body was completely swallowed by the endless darkness, and all traces of existence were completely assimilated and absorbed by the void.

The Holy City's strongest warrior at the moment, the sixteen-winged archangel Uriel, has fallen.

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Meanwhile, thanks to the precious time Uriel bought with his life, the heavily injured Michael successfully escaped the direct pursuit of the Void.

Because Rek'Sai was chasing another fleeing emperor—the Ice Emperor of the Rotworms—she did not make him her primary target.

Dragging his mangled body, he broke through the obstruction of the ordinary Void-burrowing beasts and finally made his way back to the original location of the Holy City.

However, what came into his view was not the majestic and solemn holy city of light, but a huge, collapsed abyss!

Where the holy city once floated, only a twisted, enormous crater, radiating residual void energy, remains, as if it had been devoured by some indescribable behemoth. Buildings, streets, holy monuments... everything has vanished.

It turned out that after Vek's void ray severely damaged the foundation of the Holy City, Raphael and Remiel, who remained behind, made the difficult decision to abandon the Holy City.

They gathered all the mages in the city who were still able to move and struggled to break through to safety.

The holy city that carried countless glories and faiths, along with everything within it that could not be evacuated in time, was forever lost and buried in the deepest part of the enormous lair built by countless Void Burrowing Beasts.

However, when his gaze laboriously shifted to the edge of the giant pit, a few familiar figures stirred a faint ripple in his almost lifeless heart.

It's Raphael, Remiel, and Shaja!
Although their robes were also torn and their faces were covered in soot, they were not injured.

Behind them were several holy figures whose auras were subtle yet resolute, as well as two holy judgment mage groups that, despite having lost members, still maintained their basic structure.

Seeing that the last remaining core forces of the holy city had been preserved, Michael took a deep breath, and his turbulent emotions calmed down slightly.

As long as these sparks remain, as long as people are alive, even if the holy city falls, hope will never be completely extinguished.

He rallied his spirits, flapped his wings slightly, and came before the crowd.

"The plan to ambush the burrowing beast has failed; the monster from the other side, Kog'Maw, has come to reinforce it."

“It was Uriel… He bought us the last bit of time and held off Kogas.”

"We cannot linger here; the power of the void could regroup at any moment. We must leave immediately, cross this continent, and head to Asia to make further plans!"

There were no objections.

The remaining power of the Holy City, like the Parthenon which had been forced to relocate not long ago, carried endless humiliation and sorrow. It resolutely abandoned this region that had borne countless glories but had also become a burial ground, transforming into several streams of light and speeding towards the distant east.

(End of this chapter)