Full-Time Magister: The Light-type Disaster Was Actually a Seraph

Not long after Luo Xiao left Bocheng, the previously interrupted communication network was finally restored with great difficulty.

As the signal was reconnected, footage of the horrific catastrophe in Bocheng spread rapidly across the internet like wildfire.

The most shocking, even suffocating, video was one of them.

The video not only recorded the rampage of the Winged Wolves, but also captured footage of an angel with eight wings on its back, bathed in holy light, unleashing three powerful spells that could shake the heavens and earth.

That terrifying pressure, surpassing even the highest level, could send shivers down one's spine even through a screen.

Luo Xiao has been busy traveling and dealing with follow-up matters these past few days and hasn't been paying attention to outside developments.

But he knew in his heart that such a display of power could never be blocked.

In fact, the top leaders both domestically and globally have been in an uproar these past two days.

"An eight-winged wandering angel has appeared within China."

This news carries immense weight.

Luo Xiao had no idea about the reaction abroad, but he could imagine that the country was probably brightly lit up at the moment, with an emergency meeting being held overnight to discuss only one core issue—how to deal with his existence.

For all of humanity, angels are undoubtedly a blessing; they are absolute powerhouses capable of turning the tide, resisting demons, and protecting cities.

But for any state apparatus, or even any large organization, "angels" and "victims" are both extremely dangerous "destabilizing factors."

In some ways, angels are even more feared than the victims.

Although the victims were incredibly destructive, they were still within a controllable range. By sending several top-tier super-level mages to work together, they were still able to suppress them.

But what about the angels?

That is the agent of the Holy City's will! To suppress an eight-winged angel, at least a veteran forbidden spell mage would have to be called upon.

An individual of unknown origin, yet possessing combat power at the level of forbidden spells, operating outside the system and unrestrained by any law, is itself a huge hidden danger.

Not to mention that behind the angels on the procession stands the "Holy City," which transcends worldly power.

In the eyes of secular regimes, angels are time bombs that do not need to abide by any rules and are above all organizations and nations.

Who would dare to trust a forbidden spell that adheres to the principle that "my rules are the only rules"?

Just look at the situation in Europe; in many countries, the top leaders have been effectively sidelined by the Holy City and turned into puppets.

No sovereign state would genuinely like such a behemoth occupying its territory.

"Is that so? I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't had a moment to breathe and haven't had time to go online. I'll check it out later, but for now, I need to go see Grandpa Mu first."

Luo Xiao feigned surprise in response to the discussions around him, then subtly changed the subject.

He reached out and ruffled Mu Nuxin's soft hair, temporarily separating himself from the two women.

He walked through the winding corridors and came to a quiet courtyard where ancient trees reached for the sky, isolating him from the noise of the outside world.

Luo Xiao stopped in front of a quaint wooden house and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A calm and slightly authoritative voice came from inside the room.

Luo Xiao pushed open the door and entered. The room was not large, about thirty square meters, and the furnishings were simple but very stylish, with a faint sandalwood fragrance throughout.

Behind the mahogany desk sat an elderly man who looked to be about fifty years old.

His hair was half-white, but he was in good spirits. Although his eyes were marked by the years, they still exuded an air of authority and dignified presence.

At this moment, he was looking down at the family affairs that had piled up over the past few days.

"Grandpa Mu, I'm back." Luo Xiao stepped forward and skillfully pulled out a chair to sit down.

The old man finally put down his pen and looked up.

Mu Zhanxing looked Luo Xiao up and down, his tone tinged with helplessness: "You've been gone for a month, first to the Taklamakan Desert, then to Lanyang City, Dingcheng, and finally Bocheng... Your whereabouts are even harder to track than those super-class mages on S-level missions."

At this point, Mu Zhanxing changed the subject, his eyes becoming meaningful: "That guy in Bocheng... you were the one who made the move, weren't you?"

There were seven angels in total, three of whom had already returned to the Holy City, leaving only four angels still traveling in the outside world.

These angels have always traveled on the European continent and never come to Asia.

So when the news spread, the top leadership in China and intelligence agencies around the world were all baffled. No one could understand why a wandering angel would suddenly appear in China.

Even those in the Holy City were completely bewildered.

Although Mu Zhanxing knew that Luo Xiao possessed an angelic soul embryo, he was not sure whether the angel in Bocheng who displayed world-destroying power was actually Luo Xiao.

There are too many uncertainties involved, and the possibility that there may be other hidden angels in China cannot be ruled out.

Luo Xiao picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said calmly, "It was me. I happened to run into two Black Vatican guys causing trouble, so I took care of them."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhanxing's expression visibly relaxed, and the anxiety that had been hanging over him for days finally subsided.

"Call Hua Junshou later and explain the situation. He's been calling me non-stop these past two days, asking me if the angel in Bocheng is really you."

"If we don't give him a definite answer soon, he might come and kill himself."

At this point, Mu Zhanxing added, "It's not just him; several old guys in the military are asking around. The commotion you've caused this time is much bigger than you imagine."

"Should we call old Walden? Sure, I'll call him in a bit." Luo Xiao nodded, unsurprised.

Hua Zhanhong was one of the few high-ranking officials who knew his angelic identity. They had even collaborated before, dealing with a large demon race together.

However, this time the Bocheng incident has blown up too much, and his identity as an angel has also been pushed to the forefront. The other party will definitely want to know what happened.

"I found a Core of Earth in the Taklamakan Desert. Although it doesn't have much energy, Grandpa Mu, do you think our family can use it?"

Luo Xiao didn't dwell on the topic and casually took something out of his spatial equipment.

As he moved, a clear and rich life force instantly spread out, and the originally softly lit little house seemed to be infused with an invisible vitality, making even the air feel exceptionally refreshing.

It was a strange plant, entirely emerald green with golden veins flowing across its leaves, lying quietly in his palm.

The plant's shape resembles a budding flower or a litmus containing some kind of energy. Each leaf is full and translucent, as if carved from the finest jade, yet it carries a vibrant life rhythm.

The leaves gently unfurled, each subtle tremor resonating with the surrounding space, creating a vibrant rhythm that made one want to take a deep breath.