Versatile Mage

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The sound of neat boots kept ringing around, and even one of the least visible little streets would be searched several times, even though it was a city made entirely of magic, but everything in the city was real.

A dim attic, a few doves thrown into this reflective city as well, they seem to share deep doubts, it is not clear whether they are in the sky or the earth...

The street under the attic, another rush of footsteps, revealed a pair of eyes, purple, bright, but also a little uneasy in the window crevices of the attic.

In the attic, only one polarized wood floor, a book flying around like an elf, was shaking around a woman, restlessly.

The woman had a purple hair and was treating the wound to a young girl lying on the floor with some medicine.

Michal's people are everywhere, and Sharjah dares not use magic easily at this time, only to wrap the spirits in this more primitive way.

Ling Ling has woken up and she looks a little pale.

Movan was relieved to see that she was fine.

If Michal dares to poison the Spirit, Movan will eat him alive!!

“Michal is still more powerful than I thought, and now I have no better way to help my teacher than to hide.” Sharjah was somewhat ashamed to say to Movan.

“We didn't expect it to be like this either. Alas, we're still simple.” Movan sighed.

No one expected this result.

Perhaps all of them are trying to make the black stone white, and it does change things, but all of a sudden things are moving in this uncontrollable direction.

It's really too simple for them.

Al-Quds Al-Sharif has been making decisions that have lost people's minds for decades, and the accumulation of resentment and resentment is far greater than they thought, culminating in the outbreak of this verdict.

It is clear to Movan that this struggle will come sooner or later, and that the balance between the Ten Organizations and Al-Quds Al-Sharif has long been lost, but who can imagine just what happened to them, has become the trigger for all this.

This time it can be said that no one framed themselves, or that people all over the world framed themselves.

Whether the Ten Magic Organizations are in charge in the future or the Holy City continues to be in charge, they are doomed to fall victim between the two.

Through the gap in that window, Movan suddenly understood the choice between emptying and Qin Yuer when he saw this as a reflection of the Holy City on the battlefield...

They chose not to fight anymore, they chose to leave.

Win or lose, what's the point?

From this ruler to the next ruler.

Even if the top 10 organizations eventually win, new forces will derive in the future, and the new forces will overthrow the dictatorship of the top 10 organizations, every turn of the week, countless people are doomed to die for it.

I am a victim, and the emptiness and Qin Yuer are also victims. All those who disobey this law and do not adhere to these forces will be victims, because these people are the most out of place before and after the outbreak of the struggle!

It's really too hard to keep yourself alive.

“Teacher, on your chest...” Saga found a wound on Movan's chest.

These wounds staggered, forming an angelic six-mounted star, and it was through this six-mounted star chest mark that Michal sought to crush the divine vows that guarded him.

“I don't know what this is either.” Movan looked down at his wound.

“The divine oath cannot be broken. Even if Michal reaches the realm of the gods, there must be something odd about him following this divine oath.” Sharjah stretched out his palm and pressed his palm against this wounded array of stars on Movan's chest.

Closed his eyes, Sharjah was searching for something along this scratch, and soon Sharjah noticed that the array of stars was connected to one of Movan's souls!

Sharjah retracted her hand when she also had a star scar on her palm and burned her skin with burning branding.

“What's wrong?” Movan looked at Sharjah in surprise.

“You are not on Saliel's list, but in Michal… one of your eight souls is branded with this star!!” Saga said to Movan.

Movan was stunned, did not understand what Saga meant, suddenly his chest began to burn, as if someone was stamped on his chest with a burning iron, which had previously turned into a scar, yet another glow, the blood flowed down, but burned into black scar in extreme time!!

At the same time, Movan felt the same pain in his soul, and the eight spirits of the evil spirits floated behind Movan, as if they were suffering together with Movan.

After enduring this torment, Movan stared at his eight souls and finally saw a star on his soul grid in autumn, also on his chest in autumn!!

Of the eight souls, Autumn's soul has been branded with this angel sin mark???

In other words, this was all arranged by Michal!!

No wonder Michal can extract his own soul through divine vows. All he has to do is absorb the power of the Evil God and blend into the Eight Spirits, which is tantamount to feeding Michal to the Red Devil and sucking the poison of his soul into his body!

That is, even if the end result of the trial was innocence, Michal made another preparation…

His chest was getting hotter and hotter, and suddenly Movan felt like he was being sucked by something. The whole person hit the roof of the attic, smashing it to pieces.

Like a magnet, it's given a tremendous amount of pulling power.

Movan's chest and soul branded the stars of the moon, following that enormous magnetic force, flew halfway into the air and between the two holy cities...

At the loft, Sharjah couldn't stop seeing Movan getting smaller and smaller, and what was scarier was that halfway through the endless holy city, a huge black star array was like a terrible web of spiders, catching Movan being sucked into the air!!

The golden divine vows continue to shine like a golden sacred armor, which continues to shine, dying to protect Movan's body and soul.

But there is a gap in this armor. This gap is the star branding in the autumn soul. Through this gap, the spirit of Morvan will be drawn out!!

Between the two holy cities, the black array of stars emerged in the sky, so much so that the pounding array could trap one man, guarded by a golden mythical armor all over his body, but still as if the insect were stuck on a spider web.

And Michal, this brilliant feathery angel, like the predator, stares cold at his prey and has great patience to let the prey struggle on the web, because the more the prey struggles, the more silk he will have on his body, the less energy and resistance he will eventually have!