Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 336 Michael's Loss of Composure, Taking a Detour Through Africa
Just as Sharjah was still immersed in the shock and sorrow brought by the old man's words, a sudden change occurred!

A blazing holy light descended from the sky, striking the old man who had just walked a short distance away and was completely unaware of it on the back!
"Ugh—!"

The old man only had time to let out a short, painful scream; his fragile mortal body simply could not withstand such a powerful light magic attack.

Before he could even react, his body was instantly torn apart and carbonized by the extreme light energy, eventually turning into a pile of charred remains, his life completely extinguished.

Shaka was startled by this sudden turn of events and turned around abruptly. His pupils reflected the tragic scene of the old man's instant death, as well as the Archangel Michael, whose face was as cold as frost, slowly lowering his arm not far away!
“Michael! What...what have you done?!” Shaka’s voice trembled violently with extreme shock and anger; she could hardly believe her eyes.

How could an archangel, a symbol of "justice" and "protection," commit such a heinous act against an unarmed, ordinary old man who simply wanted to live?

However, although the old man died, the Void Worm that coexisted with him did not perish with him.

A faint purplish-black light emerged from the charred corpse and quickly condensed in the air into a Void Egg, about the size of a fingernail and covered with strange patterns!

It pulsated slightly, as if gathering strength, waiting for the next opportunity to hatch.

Ordinary magic cannot kill void creatures; it will only turn them into insect eggs.

It turned out that Michael had overheard every word of the conversation between Shakya and the old man.

When he heard the old man readily accept the Void Worm's symbiosis and even regard it as a "partner," endless rage and a sense of betrayal instantly overwhelmed his reason.

Michael's golden eyes were devoid of any warmth as he coldly gazed at the suspended void egg.

"To associate with demons, to indulge in evil forces without realizing it, and even to defend them! What difference is there between such behavior and depravity? They all deserve to die!"

“But he was just an ordinary person who wanted to survive! He didn’t hurt anyone!” Shaka retorted. “He simply chose the path to survival that he could take as the end of the world was about to come!”

"Absurd!" Michael interrupted sharply, his voice filled with a fanatical rage. "It is precisely this kind of weak thinking that allows evil to flourish! Have you forgotten how many of our brethren the Void creatures have harmed? How many of our holy cities they have destroyed! How many of Uriel's bones have been reduced to ashes! Any form of compromise or cooperation with them is a betrayal of the dead, a desecration of the light!"

“You’re utterly unreasonable!” Shaka felt a chill run down her spine; she couldn’t condone this extreme killing intent born of fear and hatred.

Seeing the argument escalating and the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, Raphael quickly stepped forward and stood between them.

"Enough! What time is it! A powerful enemy could arrive in an instant, and we can barely protect ourselves. Are we going to start fighting amongst ourselves? The most urgent thing is to find a way to get out of here!"

Remiel quickly stepped forward and earnestly advised, "Raphael is right! Every second is extremely precious now, and this is not the time to argue about right and wrong! We must unite!"

However, at this critical juncture when internal conflict was about to erupt—

"Roar!!!"

A deep, terrifying roar, filled with endless hunger and savagery, came from the distant horizon and was approaching at an alarming speed!

That voice was as familiar as a nightmare to the people of the Holy City!
Everyone's face turned deathly pale instantly!
"Oh no! It's Kog'Maw!" a holy judge mage exclaimed in alarm.

"It's that monster! It...it's coming after us!" The other person's teeth were chattering.

"Damn it!"

The oppressive feeling that Cho'Gath brought to the Holy City was even stronger than that of Vel'Koz, the Eye of the Void.

Because Uriel was killed by him.

Ahead lies the barrier set up by the Void Queen, and behind, the Void Terror Cho'Gath is gradually closing in.

With life hanging by a thread, there was no room for hesitation or even a moment's respite. "This path is blocked!"

"Turn around immediately! Head south to Africa! Quickly!"

This is the only path they can take now.

Once the order was given, the remaining Holy City troops immediately turned around and sped towards the African continent.

After the old man died, his soul was drawn by the power of death and drifted towards the sky, towards the direction of Kindred.

The old man looked at his transparent, detached hands, then at the world below that was gradually blurring, and murmured to himself, his voice filled with confusion: "Am I... dead?"

At this moment, the sheep spirit's voice rang out: "Yes. You were killed by the angels of your holy city."

Upon hearing this, the old man remained silent for several minutes before finally letting out a long and heavy sigh, a sigh filled with the absurdity and helplessness of fate.

"Sigh... I never expected this. I lived so cautiously, and I didn't die at the hands of those terrifying Void Demons, but in the end... I died at the hands of the Holy City Mage who claimed to be the protector of humanity."

"Hey!"

……

In order to evade Kog'Maw's terrifying pursuit as much as possible, the Holy City decided to break up into smaller groups and disperse their operations.

After an emergency discussion among Michael, Shaka, Remiel, and Raphael, the team quickly split into several small squads, each choosing different routes and methods, using the terrain and stealth magic to silently sneak southward.

They agreed to eventually reunite at the crossroads of Africa and Europe.

When Kog'Maw arrived at the last place where the people of the Holy City had stayed, it had already clearly captured the chaotic traces and scents left behind by its prey as they scattered and fled.

The clues clearly point in the same direction—south, to the African continent.

Kogas's massive head slowly turned south, and a rare... "strange" look appeared in his compound eyes, which were usually devoid of any emotion.

Africa... that is the territory of "Tsar" Azir, the land bathed in the radiance of the Shurima Sun Disc.

There lurked another equally powerful emperor-level being, whose power system was completely different from that of the void, making him feel somewhat wary.

Queen Persephone had decreed that no one should enter that area unless absolutely necessary.

It's clear that this is a point that even Her Majesty the Empress is unsure about.

A vague thought quickly flashed through its mind: even if these fleeing holy city "birdmen" escaped its devouring and ventured into Shurima's territory, could they really gain a chance of survival?
They will likely only escape from one form of destruction to another form of despair.

With this in mind, Kogas also gave up the pursuit of these people, since the human forces on the European continent were basically no longer a concern.

However, the conquest was not yet complete.

There are other demon tribes in this land.

They may dwell deep within rugged mountains and forests, hidden in mist-shrouded valleys...

These forces still need to be dealt with by him.

(End of this chapter)