Versatile Mage

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Mu Bai frowned under the wooden tower eaves.

He needs to release Movan as soon as possible, and there are so many more powerful men in the Holy City, that Muningshaw's power can no longer sustain the many protagonists of the Holy City.

But there are no good opportunities.

“Cough, I noticed something strange in this direction before, so I walked here, and there was really a gutter mouse who wanted to steal butter, chuck, let me guess, you should be the best friend of the heretic, otherwise you wouldn't be so eager to die.” A strange voice of yin and yang came from behind Mu Bai.

Mu Bai's face showed amazement and turned around sharply and saw Brooke, the Shadow Powerful, standing under the tower, hanging upside down on the roof like a vampire...

Brooke's body was like no gravity, he slowly slipped down, his body fell in front of Mulberry, his sharp face with a mocking smile, a pair of night cat-like eyes staring at Mulberry, extremely aggressive.

Mulberry could feel that this guy was an absolutely cruel shadow of a means, with a cruel, bloodthirsty temperament in his bones.

Mubai felt that he was doing very covertly, and eventually he was perceived by this holy shadow.

“You know, if we wanted to wipe out rats in the gutter, we would never have blocked their entrances and exits, but instead would have deliberately left something that looked like an escape exit, so that all the stupid gutter rats would drill there, and then we would have waited at that escape exit and burned them all without blowing gray!” Sacred Shadow Brooke continued.

He walked one step at a time towards Mulberry, and the light coming out of his eyes became more and more brutal.

Michal was right, as long as Movan was hanging there, there would be plenty of heretics and rebels like him throwing themselves into the net.

It's not, it's paying off again.

“I really don't understand that a man who has been sentenced to hell has something worth saving, first the Temple Goddess, then the Ice Mage, who is out of the realm, and then you, the insignificant bug.” Holy Shadow Brooke barely stopped talking.

Brooke's eyes are too sharp, and this guy is an owl, as if he could see through all the weaknesses in a person's body.

He spoke in such a tone because he could see that Mulberry's strength did not reach the true curse.

How dare a man without a curse to break into the Holy City to commit treachery?

The Holy City has been so tolerant to the world all these years that any garbage dares to provoke the Holy City and dare to come and make a scene!

Mubai glanced around and found himself not surrounded by saints.

There seems to be only one enemy in front of Brooke.

“Just you?” Mubai finally spoke, but in a surprising tone.

“You feel you need to lean out of the holy city to deal with a character like you, you are not Muningsnow.” Brooke laughed.

“You scared me, I thought it was the whole Holy Disarmament Corps…" Mubai's nervousness eased some.

As Brooke spoke, Mulberry looked around carefully.

Indeed, there are no other Al-Quds Al-Sharif strongmen, and they are not surrounded.

Obviously, St. Shadow Brooke just felt something was wrong with his place, came to check it out, and realized that he wasn't fixing it up high, that he didn't even feel the need to tell Michal.

Then it's done!

“What, do you think you have the skills to compete with me, dirty cockroach?” Saint Shadow Brooke asked back.

Mulberry stopped talking and faced Saint Brooke, his whole character had gradually changed.

Brooke also stared at him and discovered that this guy who looked like a weak writer somehow gradually appeared behind a mist, which had a terrible magic that not only made it impossible to look away, but he couldn't help but kept staring deep into the mist...

The mist slowly opens up with its own input, like a fog curtain. When the whole person is immersed in it, the Holy Shadow Brooke discovers that the fog curtain has long disappeared. It is indeed a terrible and dark abyss in front of itself, which takes away not only its own sight, but also its own soul.

Brooke was horrified, and he fled the misty abyss in a hurry, but found that his head had sometime turned into a dark and unknown demonic sky, stained with reddish blood in some parts of the sky, like clouds.

Blood cloud, demonic sky, reaching out to the abyss of the five fingers.

Brooke is completely lost here, not to mention escaping these terrible illusions...

And just as Brooke panicked, the wings of the sky aligned, dark as no star or moonlight night, the world floated in horror into the dark abyss.

Clearly it is all dark, but the outline of the black wing is still incredibly clear, like the demon under the abyss has just woken up, the dark unknown demon sky was completely stained with blood red in the moment!!

Brooke looked up at the blood, the lust was dripping and creepy, and he looked down at the black wing, stretching from a little beneath the abyss, pushing his tiny self into self-destructive extinction!

“You… you… you are the Fallen Angel!!” St. Shadow Brooke shouted out in panic.

Black Wings.

That wandering human beings, instead of the Reaper harvesting Death Messengers who have sacrificed their lives against dark covenants and evil, have had their own human dominators since Dark Magic was born in this world and since the Magic Society saw Dark Magic as Orthodox Magic.

This dark master, who clearly serves the dark side, can stay in the world, just like the God-appointed parachute angels, and no one knows who they are unless they reveal themselves!

After Dark Magic was recognized, Al-Quds Al-Sharif became aware of the existence of Fallen Angels.

But even the angel elders of Al-Quds Al-Sharif would not easily be enemies of the fallen angels. Everyone's wells do not commit river water. Al-Quds Al-Sharif executes those heretics that violate orthodox magic. The fallen angels deal with evils that violate the covenant of darkness.

But in the past, it is not that there has been no contradiction between the Angel of Al-Quds Al-Sharif and the Fallen Angel, that same time Al-Quds Al-Sharif lost a great deal!!

“Rats in the ditch, bugs in the tunnel, cockroaches in the dirty corner?” In the vast black wings, his eyes lit up with evil, and the sound of the torture went further into Brooke's head, making him tremble all over his body.

Holy Shadow Brooke feels like he's in a dark hell, surrounded by bloody noses, and completely inescapable!

Why Fallen Angel.

Why did one of the minor characters I caught myself was the Fallen Angel, who was fearless!!!