Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 414 The Archangel Arrives in Asia, Weren't You All Wiped Out?
When Qin Xiaonan put aside the distractions of the outside world and devoted all her energy to the pursuit and exploration of a higher realm.

The embers of the old era on this planet are quietly drifting eastward.

In a chaotic time when Shurima, the Void, and various demonic empires are stirring up global turmoil and war is raging.

The remnants of the two powers that once represented the pinnacle of the old world order and glory—the Holy City and the Parthenon—after an unimaginable arduous journey and period of infiltration, finally crossed the vast and dangerous continent of Africa and the ocean to reach the Asian frontier.

More accurately, they fled back to Asia.

Once upon a time, they were the pinnacle of human magical civilization on Earth.

The holy light of the angels of the Holy City enveloped Europe, and the healing and faith-based power of the Parthenon radiated in all directions.

However, at this moment, their arrival was without any ceremonial procession or announcement, only a disheveled state.

In the eyes of every survivor, there was a lingering weariness, fear, and a trace of humiliation forcibly suppressed, stemming from the enormous disparity in their circumstances.

The region they arrived in was the Indian territory that was now engulfed in chaos and disaster.

Here, due to the rapid rise in global sea level caused by the melting of Antarctic glaciers, the coastline has been completely transformed, and large areas of low-lying regions have been permanently submerged by seawater.

Even more deadly, the rising sea provided a clear passage for the sirens to advance. Countless grotesque sirens followed the rising sea, surging into inland rivers, plains and towns, causing endless slaughter and destruction.

The scene before me was a desolate hell on earth, filled with cries of despair.

This chaos became an outlet for these former powerful figures to vent their pent-up frustrations.

On the African continent, on their escape route, they were like frightened birds, constantly needing to conceal their presence, avoid the perception of Shurima, and the gaze of various demon emperors. Their power had nowhere to be used, and they were extremely frustrated.

The suffocating, oppressive anger that weighed on his heart like a boulder finally found its outlet when faced with these rampaging sea monsters!

“Holy Light Judgment!”

"Divine Punishment Thunder!"

"Purifying Rain!"

Several high-level mages from the holy city didn't even need to use their full strength.

With a mere flick of the wrist, the dazzling holy light blades and the violent elemental magic easily purified and tore apart the low-level sirens that were tearing apart refugees and destroying houses!
Wherever the holy light passed, the siren let out a mournful scream and turned to ashes.

However, these small fry are not the only threats in the sea.

The seawater surged violently as two enormous, monarch-level sea monsters, exuding powerful demonic energy, broke through the waves!

One is a giant dinosaur crab covered in heavy bone armor and wielding huge claws, while the other is an abyssal viper that can control high-pressure water blades and is shaped like a giant python!

Their appearance plunged the refugees, who had just managed to catch their breath, back into despair.

Just then, a figure stepped out from the crowd.

It was Archangel Michael!
He looked at the two arrogant monarch-level sea monsters, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his golden eyes.

He threw a furious punch!
A fist imprint, condensed to its extreme and seemingly composed of the pure essence of light, struck first, landing directly on the center of the giant dinosaur's thick bony armor.

"puff--!"

There was no loud banging; it was as if a hot knife had cut into grease.

The fist imprint pierced through the bone armor and the massive body of the giant crab without any resistance, emerging from its back. Immediately afterwards, the enormous body of the monarch-level giant crab, like a white torch ignited from within, burst forth with boundless holy flames. Without even a mournful cry, it completely vaporized and dissipated in the light!
Almost simultaneously, Michael turned his gaze to the Abyss Viper on the other side.

The high-pressure water blade condensed by the water viper was still in mid-air when it was instantly destroyed by Michael's gaze!

The water viper itself seemed to be gripped by an invisible force, its massive body twisting and contracting violently, and finally, with a "bang," it exploded into countless tiny water element light points, returning to the world.

One punch, one glance, and two monarchs were slain!

This is the being who once stood at the pinnacle of human power. Even in his fallen state, his foundation and strength still far exceed the imagination of ordinary super-level mages.

On the one hand, they were indeed rescuing these civilians in dire straits, fulfilling some remaining instinct and doctrine.

But the deeper, more important driving force is to release the pent-up frustration, anger, and humiliation that have been suppressed for far too long!

This unbridled slaughter, this thrill of having the power of life and death over weak demons, is like a potent anesthetic.

It allows them to temporarily forget the fear of being chased by the Void swarm, the shadow cast by the glorious power of the Shurima Empire, and the immense psychological gap of falling from the clouds into the mire.

"Thank you, my angel!"

"It's an envoy from the Holy City! We're saved! Thank you, angel!"

The survivors, seeing these "angels" who descended like gods and easily swept away the sea monsters, knelt down and expressed their sincerest gratitude with tears streaming down their faces.

These cheers and kowtows nourished their long-parched dignity and vanity.

However, amidst this atmosphere of gratitude and reverence, an innocent child, not yet adept at reading people's expressions, looked up, tugged at his mother's clothes, and asked in a clear but confused voice:

"Mommy, are they the angels in the story? They're so amazing!"

"But...but...didn't the story say that the bright, magnificent castle where the angels lived in Europe was...eaten up by so many terrible monsters?"

Tong Yan Wuji.

The child's mother quickly covered his mouth, her face filled with fear.

The crisp sound wasn't loud, but it was like a dagger chilled to the bone.

It precisely and cruelly pierced the psychological defenses that Michael and others had barely managed to build with killing and the gratitude of the people.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

All the survivors of the Holy City and the Parthenon experienced an extremely brief moment of paralysis.

Michael's fist, still imbued with holy light from the slaying of the monarch, clenched slightly, almost imperceptibly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

His cold and dignified expression remained unchanged, but deep within his golden eyes, a turbulent storm was brewing uncontrollably.

Those were the towering flames and desperate cries of the European holy city as it fell under the onslaught of the void and demons from all sides; the panic and forbearance of fleeing eastward like stray dogs; all the unbearable, bloody memories of the escape!

The people's gratitude still echoed in my ears, but now it sounded as if it carried a faint hint of irony.

They saved these people, but they could not save their former glory, nor could they erase the unforgettable shame of defeat and exile.

The oppressive shadow that had just been slightly relieved by the killing has now returned with an even heavier weight, enveloping the hearts of every survivor once more.

(End of this chapter)