Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 340 Parting Ways, Forced Entry into Jinsha, the Emperor of Liusha Reappears!

The golden knight did not argue with Michael any further.

He was worldly-wise and knew that angels like Michael, who held high positions, were powerful, and proud, were unlikely to heed advice unless they personally suffered setbacks, especially when that advice came from Parthenon, who was considered "weaker."

His status is not equal to Michael's, and too much talk will only increase resentment.

He suppressed his unease and said calmly, "The situation here is strange and cannot be decided by us alone. Let's rejoin the main force, tell everyone what we have seen ahead, brainstorm, and then discuss countermeasures together."

Michael glanced at him, neither confirming nor denying, which was taken as tacit agreement.

The group quickly returned to the main force, which was anxiously waiting.

Upon his return, the Golden Knight went straight to the Lady of the Palace, Pamishi, and reported without reservation what he had seen—the endless golden sands that had swallowed the ocean, and the chilling imperial aura that might be hidden within them.

At the same time, Michael also briefly informed several key figures in the Holy City of the situation.

After listening to the Golden Knight's detailed description, the Queen Mother Pamishi's expression turned grave. Almost without hesitation, she gave the same assessment as the knight: "To be able to turn a vast ocean into a sea of ​​sand, such methods are beyond our comprehension. The area ahead must be heavily fortified by the Shurima Empire, perhaps even guarded by an emperor. Forcing our way through would be tantamount to walking into a trap. I suggest we detour immediately!"

"Even if the journey is longer and takes longer, it is still far safer than venturing into the unknown territory of an emperor!"

However, Michael turned to face the warriors of the Holy City and said, "Take a detour? How long will that take? How long can our supplies and energy last?"

"In my opinion, we should concentrate our forces and break through with all our might! That sea of ​​sand may seem vast, but once we get past it, the Indian Ocean lies on the other side! Once we enter the sea, the world will be wide open, and these desert monsters will certainly not dare to pursue us too far. Only then will we be truly safe!"

His remarks immediately divided the united team into two distinct factions.

Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the temple's matriarch, Pamis.

She stopped trying to persuade him and stated clearly: "Since Your Excellency the Archangel insists on forcing your way into the Golden Sands, I, Parthenon, cannot accompany you. We cannot risk our last remaining manpower on such a risky gamble."

After speaking, she called on all the members of Parthenon to retreat in an orderly manner, creating a clear distance between them and the Holy City team, indicating their intention to part ways.

Differences have also arisen within the Holy City.

Shaja frowned and stepped forward to express his concern: "Michael, the Queen Mother and her people have been here longer than we have, and they must know more about Shurima than we do. Their caution is not without reason."

"I think we should take their advice and choose a safer route!"

However, Remiel and Raphael clearly favored Michael.

Remiel said, "The fundamental reason they chose to take a detour is their lack of strength and fear of risk!"

"The desert demons we've encountered along the way have been rather weak; we've never faced a truly formidable opponent. How could the power of the angels of our Holy City be compared to that of Parthenon, which focuses on healing and support?"

Indeed, after entering Africa, the Holy City team encountered mostly tribal-level demons. Thanks to their angel-enhanced physiques and combat skills, they made relatively smooth progress.

This relative "smoothness" fostered their confidence, even making them somewhat skeptical of Parthenon's repeated emphasis on the "solar disk ban," feeling that it might be an exaggeration.

They believed that with the current strength of the four archangels, as long as they cooperated well, they should have no problem holding off a desert emperor for a short time. As long as they could hold off the enemy, the remaining elite forces of the holy city could unleash their full power and have a great chance of breaking through the sand sea barrier.

By the time the high-hanging solar disk truly "reacted" and brought down its punishment, they had already plunged into the Indian Ocean.

Once at sea, they would be out of Shurima's direct control, and these desert demons would certainly not dare to pursue them further.

Looking at the resolute attitudes of Michael, Raphael, and Remiel, Shaja knew that he could no longer change the decision.

She sighed inwardly, but ultimately chose to obey and follow, silently returning to the ranks.

After setting the course of action, the Holy City team began to cautiously infiltrate the eerie Golden Sand Domain.

Despite their decision to venture out, they did not become overconfident and remained highly vigilant as they marched. The group advanced in a dispersed reconnaissance formation, striving to pass through covertly as much as possible without conflict, and reserving a violent breakout as a last resort.

However, they greatly underestimated the terrifying nature of this frontier, which Tsar Azir had personally set up to defend against the Indian Ocean Siren Empire.

Every grain of sand within the Golden Sand Domain is like the emperor's eyes and ears, containing a strange power of perception.

The emperor guarding this place is none other than the renowned "Emperor of the Flowing Sands"!
His strength ranks among the top of the many emperors in Shurima. He is known for his absolute control over the sand and his ruthlessness. In the past, he even went on an expedition to East Africa and personally killed the Crystal Serpent Emperor who occupied Lake Victoria. His combat power is overwhelming.

Not long after the people of the Holy City ventured deeper into the Golden Sand Domain, the Emperor of the Flowing Sands clearly sensed this group of uninvited "intruders" emanating an unusual aura of light through the flowing sand.

As a holy judge carefully took a step, the solid sand beneath his feet instantly liquefied without warning, turning into a rapidly spinning, deep vortex!

A terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, and before he could even cry out, he was instantly swallowed up and disappeared as if dragged by an invisible giant hand, leaving not even a ripple behind!

"Enemy attack! Watch your step!" The shouts of alarm had just rang out!

The next moment, the sand not far in front of them exploded with a loud bang!

Golden sand cascaded down like a waterfall, and a dazzling golden figure slowly rose from the center of the sandstorm.

The oppressive aura surrounding him was as heavy and vast as an entire desert, and his cold golden pupils locked onto the people of the Holy City below.

It is none other than the Emperor of the Flowing Sands!

Michael's pupils contracted sharply, knowing that there was no room for maneuver at this moment, only a fight!
He suddenly let out a furious roar that shook the entire desert, the sound waves rolling like thunder: "Go all out and stop him! The rest of you, form a formation and charge out!"

Before he finished speaking, a burst of light erupted behind him, and dazzling holy light burst forth—it was no longer the previous eight wings, but a full six pairs, twelve angel wings made of pure light energy, suddenly unfolded!

Each feather radiated a sacred glow, like liquid flames.

After experiencing the immense shock of the fall of the Holy City and the death of his brothers, and the reflections he gained on his escape, Michael surprisingly broke through his own limitations in the face of adversity and stepped into the realm of the twelve-winged Seraphim!

(End of this chapter)