Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 430 Soul Extraction, Baptism by the River Styx!
Kindred stood silently before the black and white vortex hanging in the inverted sky, indifferently looking down at the holy city below, which looked like an ant.

He didn't say anything, just waved his hand gently!

This simple action was like issuing an absolute decree in the world of death.

In an instant, within the world of death, countless souls who had been bowing in reverence—whether it was the arrogant Bermuda Emperor, the ferocious Siren Overlord, the frozen Antarctic behemoth, or the archangel now serving as a servant, or the heroic spirits of human powerhouses…

They all raised their heads in unison!

Countless gazes pierced through the barriers of space and focused on the Holy City!

These gazes carried a chilling indifference and curiosity.

The overwhelming pressure of countless emperor-level and monarch-level dead souls, like a tangible tsunami, poured down in unparalleled glory!

Everyone in the city felt as if they had been stripped naked and placed on an icy plain, their souls trembling under this collective gaze, unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

Several warlike sea monster kings, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for blood and destruction, their spiritual energy fluctuating violently, were already eager to fight.

It seemed that with just a thought from Kindred, they would burst out of the underworld and tear the city below to shreds.

However, Kindred did not give them that opportunity.

After merging with the mark of the fourth archangel and completing part of his authority over life and death, his power has been elevated to a completely new level.

To deal with the remaining forces below, he decided to take action personally, using the most direct and thorough method to complete this "harvest" and "transformation," thereby verifying and demonstrating a more complete divine power.

"Awooo—!!!!"

The wolf spirits surrounding Kindred suddenly raised their heads and let out a long howl that pierced the boundary between life and death!

This howl is not a sound wave in the physical sense, but rather it acts directly on the soul level!
The howling sound contains the ultimate meaning of "chaos", "loss" and "soul stripping".

Upon hearing this howl, the souls in the world of death seemed to be encouraged, their spiritual fluctuations conveying emotions of excitement and anticipation.

And in that instant when the wolf's howl resounded through the heavens and earth—

A sudden change has occurred within the holy city below!
Whether it was an ordinary person huddled in a corner trembling with fear, a temple mage trying to maintain order on the street, or even Raphael and Shaka hovering in mid-air, exerting all their holy light to try to resist the oppressive force of the sky...

At that moment, everyone froze!

Almost simultaneously, their eyes lost all their sparkle, sinking into the same utter, empty bewilderment!

It was as if an invisible hand had obscured their self-awareness, leaving only a chaotic blank.

Raphael's raised hand froze in mid-air, the sacred words chanted by Shaka abruptly ceased, and the golden light in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by a gray darkness.

The entire holy city, with its hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, became hundreds of thousands of empty shells devoid of their souls at that moment!
Silence, a deathly silence, replaced the previous panic and clamor, with only the underworld-like reflection in the sky still spinning silently.

Then, the silent sheep spirit gracefully raised its hand. Its movements were gentle and slow, as if it were not casting a world-destroying spell, but plucking the strings of destiny.

A simple, ethereal syllable, gently uttered from the direction of the sheep spirit, echoed clearly in the deepest recesses of every lost soul:

"start."

Follow your words!
With that command, a spectacular yet chilling scene unfolded!

Within the Holy City, from within the hundreds of thousands of bewildered bodies, translucent humanoid souls, shimmering with various colored lights, were slowly drawn out by an invisible yet irresistible force!
The souls of novice mages are like flickering candlelight, the souls of high-level mages are like burning torches, and the souls of archangels are like miniature golden suns!

Hundreds of thousands of streams of soul light simultaneously detached from their bodies and rose into the sky, a sight resembling a reverse meteor shower.

It was like a vast ocean of light, composed of the essence of life, rising from the city!

The scene was so spectacular that it was a miracle, yet it was also extremely eerie and terrifying!
These forcibly drawn-out souls still wore that empty, bewildered look on their faces as they drifted uncontrollably toward the black and white vortex in the sky.

Meanwhile, in the world of Death, the all-encompassing, gray-yellow River Styx seemed to have received a command and suddenly began to surge and roar!

A colossal waterfall, entirely composed of the waters of the River Styx, surged forth from the center of the whirlpool like a celestial river pouring down. Instead of crashing down on the city, it flowed like a gentle bridge, welcoming the hundreds of thousands of rising streams of soul light!
The moment the waters of the River Styx touched those souls, they did not corrode or destroy them, but rather, like the finest paintbrush, began to rapidly engrave and permeate them!
The grayish-yellow death runes began to spread, covering the original color and attributes of the soul.

The holy gold was stained with the gray-yellow of the River Styx, and the blazing flames were doused with the deathly cold. All perseverance was quickly covered up by the washing away of the River Styx!
The confusion on the faces of the souls gradually faded, replaced by a new, unified, and fervent devotion!

Their eyes became just like those of the dead in the world of death.

Before the vortex, there was a figure—Kindred.

It was filled with absolute, unquestionable worship and submission!
This process was not a slow transformation, but was completed very quickly under the influence of the River Styx!

After the last ray of soul light was swallowed and transformed by the Styx Falls, and like bees returning to their hive, orderly merged into the vast sea of ​​souls in the world of death—

Below, in the holy city, the hundreds of thousands of motionless bodies opened their eyes almost simultaneously!
Their eyes were no longer their original color, but had all turned into a deep, grayish-yellow color, as if reflecting the shimmering waves of the River Styx!
All the confusion, fear, and struggle on his face disappeared, leaving only a calm, unsettling piety and sense of belonging.

They turned in unison towards the direction of Kindred in the sky, and then bowed deeply.

The entire city was silent, with only a unified will resonating within it.

Everyone, whether they were commoners, mages, or archangels before, is no longer who they used to be.

They all became Kindred's most loyal followers.

In this land, the kingdom of death has gained a new member.

The flag of the holy city has been completely changed.

(End of this chapter)