Versatile Mage

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Saharan Red Sand Valley

Scorpion's rainbow presents itself to the steep, long sand valley on the side of the sun, and the glorious colour adds a bit of mystery to the desert.

Hiding behind the light, the sand ridge became the perfect demarcation line, dividing the red sand dunes from the black sand valley into two worlds.

In the black sand valley, a dark-skinned woman, dressed in a bright veil and dressed in gold silk, is walking out of a dark world standing on a sandy ridge facing the sun.

The light shined on her, and the souls of the desert wrapped around her dissipated in the clouds of smoke, and the wind blew on her, lifting a gold silk coat, outlining a long figure.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pff

“Dead, holy shadow dead, someone killed holy shadow, someone killed holy shadow, unforgivable, sinful!” The white parrot keeps repeating that.

“Fallen Angel?” The dark-skinned woman asked.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. The Holy Shadow is dead. Someone killed the Holy Shadow. Unforgivable, sinful!” The white parrot continued.

“The Saharawi spirits are dead, and they will not lift the fortress for a short time. But they are just a bunch of scouts, and deep in the Sahara, a lord is spying on the land of mankind, and there will surely be some action in the coming decades… to put these words in jeopardy and in the literature of the mission of angels.” The dark-skinned woman said to the white parrot.

The parrot immediately repeated the woman's words.

“Well, let's settle the matter before us, what's the name of the dead shadow.” The dark-skinned woman asked.

“San Shadow Kno. ”

“If they didn't do it, then who would have the guts to murder the Holy Shadow? When I return to Al-Quds Al-Sharif, I will personally look into all the cases that were executed before Kano.” The dark-skinned woman said.

“Wow!! Wow!! Behind... Behind... so scary!!!” The white parrot suddenly clapped his wings and almost fell directly into the sand.

The dark-skinned woman turned around slowly and looked at the half-black, half-red sand dune herd, huge and endless sand dune herd, but in the furthest end, a magic shadow gradually emerged, the shadow stepped on the red sandstorm, eyes especially bright in the mad tumbling sandstorm, like blue lightning far apart to give a shocking feeling.

White parrots are scared to death, but dark-skinned women stand on sand ridges with no fear at all.

“Looks like we're going back to Al-Quds Al-Sharif later, and the Sahrawis don't want me to tell the outside world what they're trying to do.” The dark-skinned woman said.

“Terrible! Terrible!”

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Holy City

Wastegrass Courtyard

Look up at the beautiful night sky.

Movan started to miss the outside world a little bit, especially with someone in her heart, and didn't know how she was doing now.

Bo is a mountain city. At night, when the city's lights are not polluted, staring at the night sky, the most beautiful appearance of the night sky will be in front of you. The diamond-like stars are so dense and seem to be within reach.

Movan was restricted from liberty.

And then almost everything was restricted.

He can't reach anyone now, not even his hardest vendor ancestors can see.

It also seems that with the oppression brought about by Al-Quds Al-Sharif, Movan has begun to taste solitude.

Day after day, Al-Quds Al-Sharif also excavates itself day after day. It may be that they have to excavate a grave large enough to be able to completely load themselves, to be able to step on a solid nail to the sarcophagus.

In fact, Movan is not afraid.

He's been walking in the dark for a year, where the air almost adapts.

He was just beginning to touch some people, and with a few memories, many people's faces would appear in front of them, and the more so, the more they could not fail their lives at will.

“Movan, appear in court.” Holy Shadow Brooke shouted.

Brooke spent almost 24 hours a day in the Wastegrass Court, and Movan could never see anyone else, but Movan knew he was in the Wastegrass Court, watching his every move, and even sneezing himself, he would report to Archangel Long Michal.

Michal has never appeared, and so far Movan has not seen Michal.

But Michal cares most about his life and death, and even Movan begins to doubt that Michal is the master of it all!

“Do I need to wear a suit?” Movan asked.

“Whatever.” Brooke gauged Movan and said, “If you're wearing it yourself, you can make it a little less troublesome for the mortician. ”

“I was tried in court, not in prison.” Movan said to Brooke.

“What difference does it make that you yourself know that the time of death is coming and that no one who opposes the Holy City has ever been able to walk out alive?” Brooke laughed and revealed the yellow teeth of an old cigarette gun.

“I think the holy city is against me.” Movan said.

“You killed the Crusader Angel, and for whatever reason, you will not survive. Think about it for yourself, Crusader Angels are in charge of the world, they are the most noble and fearless people in the world, and if anyone who kills Crusader Angels can stay in the world, what is the Holy City?? ”

“Al-Quds Al-Sharif has been working for thousands of years for the continuation of mankind, and the reason why modern magic is so glorious is that you can live comfortably in the city and not be eaten by demons is because of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, because of its laws. ”

“If you dare to break the laws of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, why don't you try to defeat the magical civilization of mankind for thousands of years? Why don't you try to stand in opposition to the Magic Society of the Five Continents and to all mankind? ”

Brooke said a lot in a sigh of relief, more with pride and pride as a member of Al-Quds.

“What would I do, if it were you, for example, a parachute angel, to set you up, to kill you, and to kill innocent people to make you do it?” Movan asks Brooke.

“It's simple, you shouldn't have killed Saliel, and even if he did it the most heinous way, you should have let him live, even if you had suffered injustice, you should have saved his life. You have to leave him to the great Michal. Only Michal has the power to kill other angels. You do not, no one in the world. It's just Michal, you understand?” Brooke said in a tone of lesson.

Movan laughed instead.

Michal in the end!

Son of a bitch.