Versatile Mage

“I almost forgot you were already in the pot.” Michal floated with an arrogant smile, watching Movan tied up in a black array.

Knowing that struggle is meaningless, good thing that the divine vows remain valid for Michal, he can only use this despicable method to take away Movan's soul little by little...

“If so, why reverse the Holy City and let the Sacred Ruler search everywhere…" Movan said.

“My enemies are not just you, for example, the rebel angel who was just trying to save you. But I'm sure that as long as you're still exhibiting here, some people will throw themselves into the net.” Michal said.

“So Saliel is your walking dog?” Movan Dao.

“I just gave him some advice, and he just did it. It turns out that I've never looked away, and you're really a turbulent presence in the world, and you're confusing so many people that people are starting to stand opposite the Holy City.” Michal said.

“In fact, you can generously admit that you are the world's biggest toxic tumor, even if you have one in your head, people have suffered enough to rip you out of your own head!” Movan said to Michal.

“Oh, what am I, really important?” Michal was pinching something and he played with it with great patience, making a sound like a pebble collision in his hand.

After a while, Michal opened his palm and there were 11 black stones in it!

When Mofan saw the eleven black stones, he basically knew that the representatives of the Ten Major Organizations had been poisoned, and that all the stones had returned to Michal alone, then it was up to Michal himself to decide, no longer to negotiate, no longer to judge.

What is Michal, really important?

It really doesn't matter at all.

Is there also a historian so childish as to point at a ruler's nose and question him, are you a good man or a bad man?

Toxic tumors are good.

Angels are fine.

People listen to his thoughts and they are calm. People don't listen to him, it's war!

“I know that the goddess of the Temple of Patnon can run around the world for you and bring you back to life, so my execution has never changed. These black stones are the keys to opening the gates of Dark Hell. Let the demons in Hell drag your soul in little by little. I would love to appreciate it slowly and more happily for the world to see this process… Two days, just two days, your soul is not left, your body will be nailed to the Holy City forever! ”

Michal threw eleven black stones in his hand, and saw them scattered behind Movan, unnamed stationary there, with strange lines still!

A little bit of black light blooms from the inside of the stone, and every time it blooms out a dim spot, a lot of space falls directly.

Such a fall is not a collapse from the top down, but a whole space as if it had been swallowed up by some mysterious force.

At first, it was a small swaddling zone, surrounded by aircurrents like rivers suddenly flowing through waterfalls, stuck in the depths of space along the swallows, and gradually 11 black stones connected the space falling areas, forming a bigger and more terrible swaddling zone!

Movan was hung in the middle of this swallowing zone at this moment. The golden armor formed by the divine vows still guarded him, leaving his body untouched and suspended in this black stone swallowing belt...

This divine vow is truly particularly powerful, and even a dark purgatory of eleven guilty stones cannot drag Movan away, but… there is a crack and gap in the golden armor of the divine vow.

This gap is Movan's chest and the soul brand of the Red Devil in the eight souls grid. After the magnification and tearing of the huge array of black stars, Movan's indestructible soul is being pulled away little by little.

Blood builds up into a red line and throws it from Movan's chest position onto the black stone swallowing belt.

Green blue soul also turned into a wire, slowly pulled away from Movan's body, and flew to the Black Abyss of the Ten Thousand Robberies!

“Enjoy the last two days, I should actually thank you for providing me with such a perfect warning ceremony. I'm sure that many people will revisit themselves when they see you coming. Is there really that capital that stands opposite the Holy City?” Michal said to Movan.

Divine vows…

It is indeed a very troublesome thing, which prevents Michal from executing Movan directly.

Two days.

Although Michal doesn't want to give Movan a second to live in the world right now, it's the only way he can kill Movan right now.

Finished his masterpiece, Michal flew to the temple.

He sat on the temple dome and summoned Archangel Long Remir.

Remir couldn't help but look up at the sky. The man hung in the sky in the black abyss was so conspicuous. This man was guarded by the divine oath armor of Al-Quds Al-Sharif...

“I need to resist the regurgitation of the divine vows and will not do it again for the time being. The rebels of Al-Quds are yours to deal with, and this time I hope you will no longer have mercy. People have been bewitched by the devil.” Michal said to Remir.

Michal's face didn't look good because the divine vows were beginning to overwhelm him.

The divine vows are still powerful, and if he disobeys them, he will surely suffer a mighty rebellion.

Fortunately, Michal can still be confident and affordable with this counterphage.

“I understand, it's just that there are so many irrelevant people in the Holy City, can they leave?” asked Remir.

“Outside of the Ten Major Organizations, one is allowed to redeem.” Michal said.

“Why do you have to execute him, instead hurting yourself by breaking your divine vows and depriving yourself of many of the ancient sacred laws?” Remir said.

Remir thinks Michal is too stubborn and obsessed with Movan.

“I never looked away. He was the devil!” Michal said unusually sure.

“If he was the devil, would this really kill him?” Remir was a little worried.

Michal closed his eyes and stopped talking, as can be seen from the painful expression on his face, the repetition of the divine vows began.

He did this to Movan, and he was actually doing this to himself.

The torment he would then endure would not be much lighter than that of Movan hanging over Al-Quds Al-Sharif.

Even so, he will continue until Movan's soul is drained and there is no more soul in the world!