Versatile Mage

“Gah!!! ”

Finally, Saliel's head was separated from his body, and Movan was like taking a melon from the field, looking at it, not feeling very dripping, and throwing it aside at will.

Saliel's body is still twitching.

Movan squatted beside him for a while and watched to prevent the archangel from having some kind of bloodthirsty spirit in place.

Until Shaliyeh died, Movan left satisfied.

Movan walked towards Ling Ling Ling and saw Ling Ling's almost frozen hands.

Pull the little hand of the Spirit over, hold it, a gentle warmth immediately spread, just a little bit to eliminate the residual cold smell from the Spirit.

After a few minutes, Ling Ling finally recovered some blood on his cheeks without a temper.

Looking at Spirit's cheeks, Movan's mood is incredibly complicated.

Ling Ling is not a common girl. The cursed magicians of Osaka dared not come near here, but Ling Ling came and pulled himself back from the ghost gate in front of Salieh.

“If Saliel has the strength, he can kill you by playing his fingers, and don't do anything so stupid in the future.” Movan had some heartache.

Spirit dares too much. It's killing angels. Movan, the newly promoted demon, almost died on his hands.

“Idiot, wait for a result. Bet on it.” Ling Ling said.

“Yeah, we kind of gambled right, but we didn't win. What do we do now?” Movan took a long sigh of relief, not as a relief after a shock, but as he knew the real shock was just beginning.

“We have nowhere to turn back.” Ling Ling said.

“Us?” Movan heard the Spirit. He couldn't help but reach out and rub Spirit's little cheek. "It's not us, it's me. Why don't you follow me around the Holy City? ”

“You're not leaving me.” Ling Ling patted Movan's hand open and said harshly.

“I did not leave anyone behind, I have my plans, you go back and study hard, I now find that magic cannot change the world, knowledge can.” Movan said to Ling Ling.

“What's the plan??” The spirit panicked a little, and she guessed something.

“I need time. I can't fight the Holy City right now. So I decided to go to Al-Quds and give them a chance to judge me so I could get enough time.” Movan said to Ling Ling.

“You're going to deliver, they won't do you justice!” Spiritual anger.

“Ling Ling, don't completely deny everything because of an angel of scum. How do you know that the Holy City and the entire ruling class are truly hopeless, even if there is no cure, if I fight, in the end..." Movan wants to persuade the Spirit.

“You just don't want to get involved with us, that's what you think, I'm not a kid.” The spiritual excitement of the way.

“I don't think of you as a child. You've always been smarter than anyone and you've seen the situation better than anyone.” Movan said.

“You chose to go to the Holy City to stand trial, only to protect others, but you must understand that everyone you want to protect in your heart is definitely willing to go to the soup fire for you when your life and death are at stake!” The Spirit suddenly shouted at Movan.

Everyone you want to protect will be willing to go to the soup fire for you...

For some reason, Movan feels warm when he hears this!

“If that is the case, I will not be wronged in my life.” Nor did Movan expect the Spirit to say something so touching that he couldn't help but reach out and hug her.

“So you're still turning yourself in, right?” Spirit's little head was buried in Movan's arms, but he asked for it.

“Not surrender. We all need time.” Movan Dao.

“Yes…”

Spiritual words to the mouth, suddenly feeling a little choking, is Movan this hug tighter, like a gentle hug can not impress his memory.

However, it seems more like another form of farewell to the Spirit.

The Spirit dared not speak, and immersed himself in it.

Better than not having a little psychological preparation, the Spirit finally let go of all the agitation in his heart.

“I like…”

“You're young, don't say that. ”

“I love your days of hunting demons. ”

“Oh, oh...”

……

……

The western foothills of the Alps, a wilderness nourished by the world's cleanest water of ice and snow, are vast, yet a glorious ancient city stands on the land.

Walking in here is like traveling through time and back to that era in Europe, where tall walls, ancient gates, crystal clear rivers of ice and snow swept around.

The city is beautifully built, the streets are spotless, and some of the colorful magical junctions are like a mirage that lightly hides the noble lady of Al-Quds, supporting her even more beautifully.

This is a city of miracles, every year because of its special style attracts not many tourists, but she is also a city of faith, the supreme faith of all practicing magicians, the magic practice path is so hard, it is so long, it is so boring and painful, when I think of being able to have a place in this holy city, it is as if it is full of power...

Al-Quds Al-Sharif is colorful, especially when it represents sacred gold, feminine rose gold, pure white sand gold, and majestic brown gold.

But somehow, today's holy city is filled with another color: black, the black of death mourning, the black symbol that is visible everywhere.

Black plugged with feathers around the corner.

Black cloth strip flag.

The followers of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, dressed as black monks, were walking slowly, carrying a black chalice in their hands, dipped in clean water with willow branches, and spilled onto a path of special significance...

It's a ritual.

The Holy City of Al-Quds will only see such an extremely solemn scene if the Archangel level of Al-Quds Al-Sharif dies!

“He died for us. ”

“Saliel's name will be written on the monument of the Holy Peak in the Alps. ”

“We are mindful and will surely bring that demon to justice!! ”

“We will find the Horn of Heaven, we will pursue his evil breath, and we will never rest until we seize him and sentence him to death to pray for the soul of Archangel Saliel! ”

Above the gates of the city, Archangel Remir swore to the heavens with his most magnificent voice.

People come and go on the city bridge, and people look down and barely dare to talk or discuss at will.

Just three days ago, news spread of a world of sensation that one of the archangels who had visited the world, Saliel, had been beheaded and killed in Japan.

The killer is Movan!

Today is the day the Holy City mourns, and those who step into the Holy City can feel the wrath of the Holy City as a whole. For years the supreme divine rights of the Holy City have never been so trampled upon!!

“You don't have to go anywhere. I'm right here. ”

Archangel Remir's vows were still echoing, and suddenly before entering the gates of the city, a man removed his hood and then stood with his hands in the sight of the many Holy City clergy!

“Mo... Mo Van!! ”

“Movan!!! ”

“It's that evil god!!!! ”

“No, it's the devil!!! ”

The crowd was frightened to flee, and the expression on the face of those priests and archangels in Al-Quds Al-Sharif who were mourning Saliyah was even more daunting!