Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 338 Suppression of the Solar Disk

Finally, through an extremely frustrating and cautious fighting style, the remnants of the Parthenon managed to whittle down the entire group of serpent tribe demons.

There was no dazzling magical brilliance, no overwhelming power, only countless spells precisely controlled at high and lower levels being repeatedly poured out, making the whole process seem exceptionally long and arduous.

Several Templar Knights were even scratched by poisoned stings in this restrictive fighting, their wounds turning an ominous purplish-black.

Especially when facing that monarch-level Medusa, its hard scales and powerful demonic energy provide extremely high resistance to magic below the high level.

Unable to use advanced magic, Parthenon and his group were indeed unable to unleash a powerful attack capable of severely injuring them.

However, everyone present at Parthenon was an experienced elite mage.

Despite their limited power, their speed and precision in casting spells remained undiminished.

High-level constellations materialized in an instant with every gesture they made—the blazing fire-type "Heavenly Flame Funeral," the raging lightning-type "Azure Thunder Claw," the sharp wind-type "Wind Disc Tornado"... all sorts of magical radiance bombarded Medusa Monarch's body like a storm.

A continuous stream of high-level magic relentlessly washed over and tore apart the target's defenses.

Medusa roared in fury, unleashing a furious barrage of venom and petrifying beams, but she was unable to break through the tight and continuous magical bombardment.

Finally, with a wail filled with pain and resentment, this monarch-level creature could no longer withstand the terrifying damage that had been forcibly "piled up." Its massive body crashed to the ground, unable to move any further.

As soon as the battle ended, several sages in the group who were proficient in healing magic immediately stepped forward.

The light emanating from their hands was no longer the dazzling divine magic that could heal flesh and bone and reverse life, but rather a gentle, restrained emerald green light, carefully removing toxins and healing wounds for the injured.

Every movement felt like dancing on a knife's edge, as if afraid that even the slightest fluctuation in strength would attract unnecessary attention.

The temple matriarch, Pamis, gently straightened her slightly disheveled robe sleeves and slowly walked towards Michael, who was still standing there with a look of doubt and displeasure on his face.

She took a deep breath, forced a tired but polite smile, and spoke first, her voice hoarse yet maintaining the proper composure:
“Your Excellency Archangel, first of all, please allow me, on behalf of Parthenon, to thank you for your earlier offer of assistance. We will remember this kindness.”

Then she abruptly changed the subject.

She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and pointed to the sun disk high in the sky, constantly radiating light and pressure, and said:
"However, we must be careful about the casting of magic in this area."

"We have been on the territory of the Shurima Empire for some time now, and have learned a bloody lesson at a heavy price: that thing in the sky—"

"It has an extremely keen ability to monitor the energy fluctuations of magic!"

"Any energy fluctuation that transcends the scope of high-level magic, whether it is super-level magic or basic magic that reaches super-level magical power."

"Once it occurs, it will instantly capture and lock onto it!"

"At that time, we will face not just a small tribal patrol like the one in front of us, but the endless and frantic encirclement and extermination by the entire demon army of the region! What's even more terrifying is that once you are marked and 'branded' by it, no matter where you escape to, you will become the primary target of all Shurima demons, and there will be no end to it!"

A hint of lingering fear and sorrow flickered in her eyes: "When we first arrived, precisely because we were unaware of this law, a knight commander, in a moment of desperation, used a power close to a forbidden spell to kill a monarch..." "And the result... the result attracted swarms of sand snakes and sandstorm giant lizards... We lost three precious temple knights just to barely escape..."

Michael listened quietly, his displeasure replaced by shock and solemnity.

He subconsciously looked up at the sun disk, and a storm raged in his heart.

He then fully understood why Parthenon and his companions had acted so "cowardly" earlier, and why the old mage had relentlessly and sternly stopped him.

The painful experience of Europe's fall, the tragedy of the Holy City's destruction, and especially the image of Uriel being devoured by Kog'Maw while protecting everyone, instantly flooded his mind, shattering the pride and unquestionable authority he held as an archangel.

He was acutely aware that on this unfamiliar continent ruled by ancient emperors, any recklessness and arrogance could lead to annihilation.

He took a deep breath of the scorching air, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart: "I see... Thank you for informing me, Your Highness. This information is of utmost importance."

Michael paused, his gaze sweeping over Parthenon's exhausted troops, then looking in the direction of his own group, before offering a suggestion:

"Our Holy City's troops are resting not far away. Your Majesty, the situation is currently beyond our control. Both your Parthenon and our Holy City have suffered heavy losses."

"In this unfamiliar land fraught with danger, being isolated and helpless is tantamount to suicide. Why don't we join forces and act together? That way, we can look out for each other."

These words, coming from the usually arrogant Michael, are quite rare.

He was no longer the authoritative figure he used to be; now his words carried a hint of tact.

Upon hearing this, the Queen Mother Pamis turned to look at her entourage, then nodded: "Just what I wanted, Your Excellency Archangel. Thank you for your invitation."

She knew that despite the past conflicts between the two sides, the remaining fighting force of the Holy City should be much stronger than that of Parthenon at present.

In this desert, survival is the only goal, and uniting all forces that can be united is the only wise choice.

After reaching a consensus, Parthenon and his people, led by Michael, crossed several huge sand dunes.

They encountered the main force of the Holy City, who were equally travel-worn and weary, yet still maintained their basic structure and vigilance.

The scene was particularly historic when Raphael, Remiel, and Shaja emerged from the procession to greet Parthenon's matriarch and the sage.

These two forces, which once represented the pinnacle of European human mages, unexpectedly and dramatically converged in the African desert under such a disheveled and chaotic circumstances.

The two high-ranking officials exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a complex and unreadable mix of emotions: embarrassment, wariness, but more so, a sense of helplessness in the face of a common adversary and a resolute determination to band together for survival.

On one side, they were attacked by the Golden Titan, and on the other side, they were surrounded and killed by Void creatures. Both suffered heavy losses, and neither was in a better position than the other.

(End of this chapter)