Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 351 The Grim Reaper and the Angel Appear, Black and White Arrows

He was indeed in no hurry at all.

The Thousand Jade mark that had already been planted on Su Lu's body was like an invisible anchor.

The more frantically Su Lu increased his power and the more successfully he contracted with powerful beings, the more dazzling the "light and heat" emitted by his burning soul became.

For Kindred, this means that the "feedback" and "nutrients" obtained at the final harvest will be more abundant and delicious.

It's like carefully raising a livestock for slaughter, making it stronger, just so that it can eventually yield a better quality meat.

As for the black dragon that is being contracted?

Even if the opponent is already badly injured, he has a way to deal with the Black Dragon at full strength.
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As time went on, the Black Dragon Emperor Austin's resistance to the power of his soul grew weaker and weaker.

Su Lu concentrated all his spiritual and magical power in the contract imprint, fiercely breaking through the final barrier and completely imprinting it into the depths of the black dragon's soul!
The moment the contract was completed, an indescribable, vast, and boundless power suddenly surged from the other end of the contract connection.

This power is full of wildness, violence, and ancient majesty, yet it is forcibly bound by his contract.

Su Lu not only used the forbidden spell of the contract, but also mixed in some forbidden dark arts, otherwise it would have been impossible to trap the Black Dragon Emperor.

"I did it... I did it!"

Overwhelming ecstasy instantly shattered Su Lu's carefully maintained composure.

All the plans and sacrifices of the past seem incredibly worthwhile at this moment.

From then on, with an emperor-level dragon as his contracted beast, who in the world could stand against him?

He soared into the air with great confidence, hovering above the icy valley, looking down at the remaining members of the mage group below, who appeared somewhat panicked and exhausted due to the backlash from the magic array and the deaths of their companions.

Despite the recent loss of many men, he considered these to be necessary costs.

He cleared his throat, preparing to deliver a passionate speech, using honors and rewards to appease and win over the remaining pawns.

"My warriors! Your achievements today will be forever etched in our memories..." He opened his arms, his voice rising slightly with excitement.

However, just as he began to speak—

An unexpected, extremely cold current, seemingly originating from the deepest part of the netherworld, suddenly burst forth from the depths of his soul and instantly swept over his entire body!
That wasn't physical cold, but a deathly chill that directly froze the soul and extinguished life!

"Ugh!"

Su Lu's speech came to an abrupt end.

He felt his thoughts, magic, and even the flame of his life freeze instantly. His rapidly circulating magic suddenly stopped, and he staggered violently, almost losing his flight and falling directly from mid-air!
He barely managed to steady himself, his face turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

That familiar chill... it's that mark!

It's the mark left by that black and white Grim Reaper!

Just as Su Lu was at his most triumphant after successfully contracting the Black Dragon, Qianjue's mark dealt him a heavy blow. It was like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing the burning ambition that had just been ignited within him.

Immediately afterward, under the astonished gazes of Su Lu and his mage corps, as well as Asha Ruya, who was closely watching from the distant mountain ridge, another unexpected event occurred!
The entire ice valley area, including the space where Su Lu and everyone else were, was suddenly enveloped by an incredibly huge and extremely complex gray-white magic array!

The magic array appeared silently, as if it had been imprinted on this world from the very beginning, and was only now being quietly activated.

The magic circle was formed by countless fine black and white runes, emanating a suffocating pressure of death and completely isolating the inner and outer spaces.

At the very top of that enormous magic array, in the sky, two figures, exuding a contradictory aura of pure light and intense deathly stillness, had silently appeared!

Behind them stretched broad wings formed from holy light, but the edges of the wings were entwined with a white and black aura of death.

It was none other than Uriel and Raguel, the former Archangels of the Holy City who had long been swallowed up by the Death God's Space and transformed into ferrymen!
“Angel…?!” A mage below recognized the distinctive wings.

Before the mages could react or think, the two former archangels, who were hovering above the death array, transformed into two deadly streaks of light, carrying a suffocating pressure of death, and swooped down on the chaotic mage group below!

The Holy Light Sword in Uriel's hand was now entangled in gray-black death energy, becoming eerie and deadly.

His gaze was firm, and his movements were as fast as lightning. In a flash of sword light, a top-tier mage who was trying to raise a super-level defensive spell was instantly cut in two along with his shield. Before the blood could even be spilled, it was completely consumed by the aura of death!

Raguel followed closely behind, no longer gathering healing holy light in his hands, but instead unleashing large swaths of gray-white soul chains, like living venomous snakes, precisely coiling around the mages who were trying to scatter and flee or organize a counterattack.

Where the chains passed, the mages' magical shields shattered, their souls seemed to be ripped out, their bodies collapsed limply, and the light of life in their eyes quickly dimmed.

Most of the members of the mage group were high-level mages, each a powerful figure in the outside world, but at this moment they were like lambs to the slaughter.

They unleashed all their might, unleashing powerful super-level magic such as flames, lightning, and frost, bombarding the two constantly flashing and weaving figures of light.

However, their attacks were either easily evaded by the enemy or struck the death barrier surrounding the angel, causing only a ripple before being annihilated.

Before these two former archangels, who were enhanced by the power of Kindred and transformed into ferrymen, they gained no advantage whatsoever; on the contrary, people were dying every second.

Kindred's will was cold and ruthless; he had no intention of letting go of anyone Su Lu brought.

However, Su Lu did not immediately offer assistance.

He forced himself to endure the bone-chilling cold and suffocating feeling brought on by the imprint deep in his soul, and suddenly looked up, his gaze falling on the two figures that were constantly reaping lives and the gray-white magic array that covered the surrounding area.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply!
In the distance, seemingly piercing through the boundaries of space, a beam of light, condensed to its extreme, half pure white and half deep black, appeared.

Silently tearing through the air, it shot towards him with unparalleled precision at a speed that transcended time and perception, ignoring the chaotic battlefield!

That arrow of light simultaneously contained two extremely contradictory auras: the tranquility of life and the annihilation of death.

Faced with this arrow, Su Lu felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, pounding wildly against her chest.

An unprecedented sense of deadly crisis made his scalp tingle, and he froze on the spot, completely at a loss as to how to deal with this attack that was beyond his comprehension.

(End of this chapter)