Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 428 Death Arrives, Michael in Despair!
Uriel's own situation is appalling.

His spiritual body, composed of soul and energy, was almost transparent, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Where Michael's Blade of Judgment pierced, a continuously expanding cavity formed, its edges shimmering with a faint golden light.

Death energy was uncontrollably seeping out in wisps from the void and the cracks throughout his spirit body, like black blood, merging into the surrounding gray mist.

Even the sixteen wings behind it were broken and tattered, and the dead fire was on its last legs.

Meanwhile, Michael's situation was equally dire.

The clear, deadly claw mark left by Uriel on his chest was like a living, ever-growing curse.

The dense Styx death energy, like living black vines, spread wildly and eroded his body from the claw mark as the center!

The holy light he relied on was rapidly dissipating like a receding tide, utterly unable to effectively stop the deathly erosion originating from a higher law.

Its entire body was covered with gray-black patterns, and these patterns were constantly deepening and expanding.

Even maintaining his levitation became extremely difficult for him; he was half-kneeling on the ground, barely supporting himself with the Judgment Blade that had pierced the void.

Every breath brought excruciating pain.

However, just as he was struggling to fight off the rampant death energy within his body—

The black and white mark imprinted deep within his soul began to spin on its own once more!
This time, it seemed to transform into a real spatial coordinate!

The mark spun faster and faster, emitting a deep, dark light. Then, a figure stepped out directly from the spinning black and white vortex!
When Michael saw the newly appeared figure, the color drained from his face, which was contorted with pain, leaving only utter shock and a chilling sense of falling into an abyss!

The newcomer also possessed wings of light, which were also tinged with a dark gray hue, stained by death energy.

But his unique form and the faint sense of familiarity remaining in his soul allowed Michael to instantly recognize his identity—

It turned out to be another of the seven archangels who had already fallen, Raguel!
At this time, Raguel was in the same state as Uriel.

Enveloped in a dense aura of death, his gaze toward Michael was empty, indifferent, and undisguisedly filled with murderous intent.

One Uriel had already exhausted him and resulted in a lose-lose situation.

Now, a second former colleague has appeared who has been transformed into a Death Servant!

Michael's heart sank to the bottom.

"Why, why have you all become like this?" Michael was filled with confusion!

Both of them died in the battle in the void, so how could they have become servants of this black and white Grim Reaper? Michael couldn't understand it at all.

But this is far from over.

The black and white vortex that sent Raguel out did not stop spinning; instead, its light became even deeper and darker.

Immediately afterwards, a black and white figure emerged from it.

The Grim Reaper—Kindred!
Kindred's appearance was not particularly impressive.

The white sheep spirit stood quietly to one side, its posture elegant and mysterious;
The black wolf spirits circled on the other side, restless and uneasy, their crouching bodies containing a ferocious rage that could devour everything and a desire for annihilation.

Upon seeing Kindred's arrival, Uriel, severely injured and on the verge of dissipation, struggled to his feet. With an extremely humble and devout posture, he forcibly propped up his almost transparent spiritual body, knelt deeply, head bowed, not daring to look directly at Kindred, and with all his might sent out a weak thought:

"Meet the master!"

"Your subordinate... has failed in his duties... Please punish me, Master..." At the same time, Raguel, who had just appeared, knelt down on one knee and bowed his head in front of Qianjue without hesitation, his posture exactly the same as Uriel's.

The two archangels, who were once incredibly proud and held absolute power, now acted like the most submissive servants before Qianjue.

Kindred's gaze did not linger on Uriel and Raguel, but instead fell on Michael, whose face had turned ashen and looked extremely ugly.

Michael felt the pain of death constantly eroding his body, and looked at his two former comrades who had been reduced to servants.

An unprecedented, chilling despair completely overwhelmed him.

All the struggles, all the anger, all the beliefs seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

He knew that he... was probably doomed, and his chances of survival were slim.

The shadow of death has never been so clear and real as it is now.

Yang Ling tilted her head slightly, and a strange voice, a mixture of ethereal echoes and low, hoarse tones, slowly rose in the deathly silence, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible chuckle:

Why show such...useless grief and indignation?

The voice seemed to act directly on his soul, coldly caressing Michael.

"Let go of that ridiculous insistence. Soon, you'll understand..."

Before she finished speaking, Qianjue gently raised her hand.

The next moment, an indescribable and irresistible terrifying pressure suddenly descended!

"Ugh—!"

Michael couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance; the last bit of strength that sustained him was instantly stripped away.

He groaned, and his body, already riddled with cracks and shrouded in deathly aura, was as if struck by an invisible giant's palm, and he was utterly and utterly crushed to the ground without any dignity!
My cheek was on the ground, and I could feel the cold touch of the ground.

He tried to struggle, but the remaining power within him was sluggish and difficult to use, so he couldn't exert any force at all!
What's even more frightening is that this pressure didn't just stop at suppression.

"Snap... hiss..."

The death claw mark on his chest, which had been steadily eroding, seemed to be infused with a violent vitality under the stimulation of this foreign, same-origin but higher-level power!
The dark gray death aura spread wildly in all directions, and the speed of its erosion suddenly increased several times!
His injuries worsened instantly under this pressure, becoming even more severe, and his body was almost on the verge of collapse!

Consciousness oscillated violently between excruciating pain and nothingness, and vision was filled with gray-black and cold golden fragments.

He felt like a fragile creature being placed on a chopping board and rapidly dismembered.

Uriel and Raguel, kneeling on the ground, remained completely unmoved by the crushing and erosion of Michael.

Their heads hung low without trembling, as if what was happening before them was nothing more than the most ordinary sight.

After undergoing the reshaping and baptism of the Death Realm, all they had left was absolute submission to Kindred.

Kindred slowly raised her hand—the movement seemed gentle, yet it affected the life and death laws of the entire space—and gently touched Michael.

At this point, his body trembled violently, and he let out a mournful cry.

Michael's soul essence was actually extracted directly from his shattered body.

(End of this chapter)