Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf - Chapter 430

His existence transcends the concepts of life and death, like a manifestation of cosmic laws or ultimate power. He has never interfered with humans, nor will he be shaken by human prayers. His existence is like time and space, an objective existence that cannot be denied but cannot be changed.

The source of magic has no direct connection with the so-called God. His birth originated from human beings themselves, not from the gift of any higher being. It can be said that the source of magic is the starting point for humans to transcend divinity and the only way for humans to challenge God.

As the core of the source of magic bursts out indescribable energy, the entire sky of the holy city is dyed with seven colors of brilliance, as if the entire sky was torn apart.

On the battlefield, the battles between the angels and the forbidden spell masters became more and more intense. The buildings of the holy city collapsed under countless energy collisions, and the ground continued to shake and cracks spread. Every collision seemed to be the advent of doomsday.

Just when everyone was attracted by the power of the source of magic and fell into a stalemate for a short time, Uriel’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, and suddenly rushed to the source of magic again regardless of everything. The flames on his sixteen wings surged wildly, and the powerful force instantly broke the delicate balance that had just been formed.

“Uriel, you are crazy!” Michael cursed angrily, but he was not to be outdone and drove the vines to wrap around Uriel again, trying to prevent him from taking control of the source of magic first. The power of the two collided violently in the air, making a deafening roar, and the powerful impact shook the surrounding strong men back one after another.

After Mo Fan stabilized his body, his eyes revealed a trace of determination. Lightning flashed under his feet, and the Thunder and Fire Hammer blasted towards the battle group of Uriel and Michael with violent power.

However, just as the Thunder and Fire Hammer was about to hit the target, Sariel rushed out from the side, and his dimensional crack instantly appeared in front of Mo Fan, trying to swallow Mo Fan in. Mo Fan was unable to dodge and was hit by the edge of the dimensional crack. Several blood marks appeared on his body, and the attack of the Thunder and Fire Hammer also deviated from the direction.

“Hmph, don’t think you can succeed easily!” Sariel sneered, and the silver-white light flickered on his fourteen wings. While controlling the dimensional cracks to continue attacking Mo Fan, he locked his target on the source of magic, preparing to find an opportunity to snatch power.

On the other side, Raphael tried to stabilize the collapsing space with holy light again, but in this chaotic battlefield, his power seemed a little alone. The ruins of the holy city trembled under the impact of energy, and the cracks became larger and larger, like a giant beast that chose people to devour.

The battlefield of the forbidden spell mages was also completely in chaos, and forbidden spell mages were falling every moment. They are the peak combat power carefully selected and cultivated by various countries. The birth of each forbidden spell mage is accompanied by the accumulation of countless resources and the precipitation of years. Their rarity is rare, and often a country may not be able to create one in ten years even if it devotes all its national strength.

They should have been respected and high-ranking beings, controlling powerful forces that could overturn the battlefield situation, and the mainstay of protecting the country and civilization. However, at this moment, on this crazy battlefield of the Holy City, they were as fragile as ants.

“We have to retreat!” The camp of the forbidden spell mages of the United States is already in danger. As supporters of Uriel, they are almost enemies everywhere. The hostile forbidden spells around them are madly pouring destructive magic at them, elements are flying across the sky, chaos is permeating every inch of the air, and space cracks flash from time to time, swallowing up everything that comes close.

Many forbidden spell mages are seriously injured, and everyone has played their trump cards. They began to realize that the situation is irreversible and the demise of the Holy City is a foregone conclusion.

Not only the forbidden spell mages from the United States, but also the forbidden spell mages from the Asian Magic Association, the Australian Magic Association, the Maozi Country, and some scattered but forced to be summoned, and even the Dragon Country and the Parthenon…

The situation on the battlefield became worse and worse, and the forbidden spell mages began to flee in waves, and some even betrayed their alliances and fled secretly to the distance, away from this battlefield that was like a forbidden spell meat grinder.

The glory and status that once stood high in their hearts have now been replaced by endless fear. In the past, they relied on the powerful magic of forbidden spells to enjoy the respect and awe of the people in their respective countries and spheres of influence. Their words and deeds could influence the direction of the war and determine the fate of countless lives.

The people regarded them as gods, and the country treated them with courtesy and regarded them as strategic treasures, carefully protecting them for fear of any mistakes.

But on the battlefield of this holy city, the shadow of death tightly enveloped them, and the once invincible power seemed so small and powerless in this chaotic magic vortex. Those legendary stories and glorious achievements that were once praised have all turned into bubbles at this moment, and what remains is the instinctive desire for survival.

Their escape, either embarrassed or hasty, has completely lost their usual majesty. Like humble mice, their gorgeous robes were torn, and their magic tools and magic weapons were broken all over the ground, but they could only flee regardless of everything!

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The battlefield closest to the source of magic, after an extremely chaotic fight, the battlefield actually formed two factions. Mo Fan and others were obviously more willing to leave their backs to the neutral and moderate factions such as Shagara Fel, and they did not take too much precautions against them, but they strictly guarded against Su Lu, Uriel, Sariel, and Michael, and did not show any mercy when they were ruthless.

On the other hand, Uriel and the others were not of one mind, and there was no basis for unity. Even though they were still afraid that the other party would get in touch with the source of magic first, they had to stand together at this time, otherwise they would be the first to leave.

The two factions confronted each other, and in the middle was the powerful and mysterious seven-color brilliance emitted by the source of magic. The energy fluctuations contained in the light seemed to tell its helplessness and anger. It has witnessed countless wars and killings, but it has always been detached, non-interfering, and indifferent.

The battle started again soon. This time, everyone readjusted the fighting object. Instead of letting more emperor-level combat forces besiege Uriel, Mo Fan chose to take the initiative to take on this arduous task.

As for the others, they all beat Su Lu and Michael to death. Shajia stopped Sariel alone, and the balance of the battle between Raphael and Michael was broken by Hailong and Hua Junshou.

Hailong waved the underworld sword, manipulating the power of Hades’s holy soul to summon thousands of ghosts, condensing into various forms in the air, or turning into surging waves to chop Michael. The Chinese army leader cast a mysterious space white flame, teleported behind Michael, and launched a surprise attack. Space flames flashed around Michael, interfering with his actions, forcing him to be distracted to deal with it. Rafael took the opportunity to increase the intensity of the attack. The holy light and Michael’s green light intertwined and collided, and the situation became more tense.

The balance of the battle between Su Lu and Remiel was broken by Laguier’s intervention. The wings behind Laguier exuded a strange light. He muttered something in his mouth, and the ancient spell sounded. Mysterious runes flew out of his hands and fell on the battlefield between Su Lu and Remiel.

Some of these runes turned into solid shields to protect Remiel from Su Lu’s attacks, while others turned into aggressive energy balls and smashed towards Su Lu. Su Lu’s Black Dragon Emperor roared angrily, and the blood-colored dragon breath and shadow storm became more violent, trying to resist the joint attack of Laguiel and Remiel. However, with the tacit cooperation between the two and the golden dragon, Su Lu gradually fell into a passive position, and many wounds appeared on his body. Black blood dripped on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Mo Fan, on his side, faced Uriel, the most powerful player on the field, alone, and the pressure was as heavy as a mountain. Uriel’s sixteen-winged flame field was extremely hot. Every time he flapped his wings, it set off waves of heat that could melt steel. The flames seemed to contain the power of divine judgment, rolling towards Mo Fan.

Xinxia Luo watched him from a distance. Although Mo Fan said that he didn’t need help, how could she be at ease with Mo Fan facing such a powerful enemy alone? Although Mo Fan asked her to support others, her eyes never left Mo Fan’s figure. Even the shadow of the soul behind him was watching Mo Fan at this moment.

Mo Fan certainly would not make a rash and arrogant decision. Choosing to face Uriel alone meant that he was really going to fight to the death!

Demon blood! Boil it!

Mo Fan howled to the sky, veins popping out all over his body, his skin gradually emitting a strange dark red light, his demonic blood surging like a torrent, his whole body exuding a sense of oppression, as if he was not fighting, but becoming the master of this world.

Thunder and fire roared in the sky, and the air was filled with a breath of death and destruction. Any enemy who approached would feel the oppression of falling into hell.

All the magic systems in the spiritual world – every power he had ever cultivated – were eclipsed at this moment, as if they had become insignificant dust. And in this vast spiritual universe, the blood-ink star vortex suddenly collapsed, as if opening a long-sealed forbidden area.

The blood-ink breath was like an endless darkness that swallowed everything, transforming all the magic energy into an irresistible evil force. The space of the entire spiritual universe was dyed the same color by it, deep, heavy, and full of overwhelming destructive breath.

As the blood-ink star vortex erupted, Mo Fan felt as if he had merged into the darkness of this world. All the magic elements and bloodline power began to operate in an unprecedented way. Every trace of energy became extremely sharp, and every spell cast carried the power to destroy the world.

All his magic systems – fire, thunder, shadow, light, space, summoning, chaos, earth, and wind – reached the most extreme state under the urging of the demon bloodline.

A correct version of the book in 16-9!

The power of each system was stimulated to the peak, comparable to the combat power of the forbidden spell level, and the connection and feedback between each other reached an unparalleled perfect state. Under Mo Fan’s control, different magic elements formed a huge energy resonance field, and his mental power became more sharp and powerful.

The demonized Mo Fan’s combat power rose at a speed that could not be measured by common sense. The blood-ink aura was like a torrent of destruction, sweeping away all the elements of heaven and earth, as if the fate of the entire battlefield was in his hands. Every time his blood boiled, the entire battlefield space shook violently, as if doomsday was coming.

At this time, although Uriel possessed the power of sixteen-winged sacred flames, he seemed so insignificant under the oppression of Mo Fan’s dark evil.

Uriel looked up, his eyes full of disbelief and fear. His blazing flame field was as powerful as the divine flame, but facing Mo Fan’s violent blood-ink aura, the sacred flame was suppressed into a weak light, and even began to distort in Mo Fan’s aura, like a candle about to be swallowed.

“You… you can’t…” Uriel flapped his wings violently. He tried to rekindle his fighting spirit with the flames of the sixteen wings. However, the blood-ink breath from Mo Fan’s body became stronger and stronger, almost making him breathless. His sixteen-winged divine flames suddenly pounced on Mo Fan, with the power of destroying the world, as if to burn all life and souls.

However, a sneer flashed in Mo Fan’s eyes. He took a step forward, and almost the elements of the entire world condensed in his hands, making a roar. With a low roar, he swung this power fiercely at Uriel, and the blood-ink magic power gushed out like a tide, converging into a ray of death.

The beam condensed all the darkness and destructive power between heaven and earth, as if even time and space were distorted by this power. The space vibrated violently in the direction of the ray, and the elements in the air completely lost control at this moment, turning into chaos and collapse.

Uriel’s eyes were full of fear, and his sixteen-winged flames burned wildly, trying to resist this destructive force with all his strength. However, facing Mo Fan’s full-strength explosion at this moment, the sixteen-winged divine flame seemed so insignificant.

The death ray penetrated the flame in an instant and hit Uriel’s chest directly. At the moment of shining, the temperature in the air suddenly rose, and the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart.

“Ah–!” Uriel roared in pain, and his body began to collapse rapidly in the face of this force. The sixteen-winged flame was torn like paper, and could no longer protect himself. The ray was like a giant sword, sweeping across everything, and Uriel was sent flying for an unknown number of kilometers, and countless mountains were penetrated together.

Uriel’s body drew an awkward arc in the air, smashing several peaks along the way, raising smoke and debris all over the sky, and finally fell heavily to the ground, smashing a huge deep pit. The surrounding ground was shaking violently due to this impact, and the cracks spread around like a spider web.

Mo Fan, however, had no intention of relaxing. The power of his demonic bloodline was still surging in his body. A blood-ink aura lingered around him. He was like a demon god that had walked out of the dark abyss. His eyes were coldly fixed on the direction where Uriel was. He stepped forward and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, chasing after the place where Uriel fell.