Versatile Mage: I can control you until you die.

Chapter 565 Return to the Holy City for Revenge

How dare you frame me, you bastard!

For a while, Shinobu thinks more and more angry, and takes a step back and thinks more and more losses.

I didn't kill you when I was at a high level, and now that I'm at a super level I still can't kill you. Didn't I reach the super level in vain?

The silver plane landed at the Dubai Mage Tower, the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association.

After all, Xu Fang is still facing a ruling of "illegal use of forbidden techniques" and needs to be transferred to the Asian Magic Association for review.

Even though everyone knows that this is just a formality, the necessary procedures must be followed, right?
Xu Fang directly applied for a secret room, announced his seclusion to others and imprisonment to the outside world, and did not allow anyone to disturb him.

"You little bitch, you messed with Grandpa Xu, now you're doomed."

Xu Fang smiled villainously and stepped into the silver vortex that had appeared in front of him at some point.

Evil abyss.

Queen Jiuyou looked at Xu Fang, who had not visited her for a long time, and her face showed joy at first. Before she could say something sarcastic, she saw Xu Fang leaving from another silver vortex.

Queen Jiuyou: "???"

Asshole, don't treat the dignified Sha Yuan as a transit station on your journey!

At the same time, at the foot of the Alps.

"It's quite fast." Xu Fang looked at the sky, which was still bright and clear.

The holy city is three time zones away from Dubai's Mage Tower. It's already dark in the latter, but it's only around five o'clock here.

A light mist covered the body, and it had no sense of existence on the white and reflective snow.

"what!"

"puff!"

"Oh!"

"uh-huh!"

Amid exclamations one after another, Xu Fang's appearance completed four consecutive jumps from food delivery driver - logistics chef - trainee wizard who picks up food - prison wizard, and he successfully sneaked into the prison.

"What a lousy prison, there's not even electricity."

Xu Fang was unhappy and even began to dislike the Holy City Prison.

This is the dungeon of the holy city. Seven prohibitions have locked countless villains tightly in this underground world.

There is no light here, only the dim candlelight swaying in the corner, casting mottled and distorted shadows, as if even time has become slow and heavy here.

There was nothing in the long passage, only the old stones were empty.

At this moment, Xu Fang had become a fat man, wearing guard clothes, with a big belly and dark spots on his face caused by excessive obesity.

"Henry, you ran into the kitchen to steal food again!"

Another guard scoffed.

Xu Fang didn't say anything.

"Henry, look at your fat belly. When you hit your wife, did your belly hit her first?"

This guy is still chattering on and on, and it is obvious that this "Henry" is not a very popular person.

"I originally wanted to spare your life, but you really annoy me..." Xu Fang's voice suddenly became sharp, like a woman's voice.

"Ok?"

The guard was stunned. Before he could react, his brain buzzed and he passed out.

Before he fell into coma, he watched the other person's face change like the tide and finally turned into his own appearance.

Snapped!
Xu Fang sounded the alarm.

Woo~~~woo~~~woo~~~! ! !

A sharp alarm sounded, and the originally dim lights began to flicker.

The criminals were shocked by the sudden sound, and they tried to guess what was going on at the door shrouded by chaos restrictions, while the guarding mages shouted nervously.

"Someone is running away!"

"Someone come quickly! Someone come quickly!"

"Check the restrictions! They must not be activated!"

In the chaos, no one noticed the mist in the corner, let alone the silver vortex hidden behind the mist. The seven restrictions were indeed very strong, so strong that even if the evil abyss space gate could pass through, it would definitely alarm the archangel standing at the top of the holy city.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, Xu Fang is not here to save Shura.

Outside the dungeon.

The Judgment Mages, who were already on high alert because of the arrival of Shura, a heavyweight criminal, gathered together and were ready for battle.

They even got the authority to use magic bombs directly if the situation was really critical, and they would kill the jailbroken villains on the spot.

Magic fluctuations rose and fell, and everyone stared at the dungeon entrance. The nervous people did not notice the small will-o'-the-wisp fires burning on their bodies.

"found it···"

Xu Fang, who had just walked out of the silver vortex in the distance, murmured.

To some extent, the will-o'-the-wisp is more accurate than an ID card. These people look like other judgment wizards, with square faces, and they even use light magic.

But there were wisps of cold and evil aura emanating from them, so faint that they were difficult to detect.

It took me half the night.

The mages of the holy city finally confirmed that this was not a prison break, it was just a mistake to press the alarm!
Those guys who were shouting that they were wronged were waved away by the captain with a sullen face. The Holy City had its own good ways to deal with them.

I don't care about these things anymore.

He followed those gloomy guys directly.

These people were very vigilant. Not only did they walk in a roundabout way, they also frequently changed their appearance. However, this was of no use in front of Xu Fang who had used cheats.

————Just like that interview, no matter you run in a straight line or in an S line, the sniper can blow your head off with one shot.

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The holy city is very close to France, and its streets have a romantic and artistic atmosphere.

The sun rose as usual, casting dappled sunlight on the ancient cobblestone streets, illuminating the colorful shops and exquisite buildings on both sides of the street.

On both sides of the street are ancient stone walls and beautifully carved window frames.

On the corner of the street, the outdoor seats of the coffee shop are always full of people, who drink coffee like they drink soy milk in China, waiting for the fried dough sticks... no, the freshly baked bread to come out of the oven.

"Teacher, this is a new pastry, please try it."

The woman in the long blue sweater came over and held the other woman's arm affectionately.

The two of them strolled like best friends, occasionally attracting the attention of some men.

No one could have imagined that the evil Cardinal of the Black Church often walked like this in the busy city.

They don't live in some gloomy castle, their homes aren't decorated with human heads, and their refrigerators don't have any cut-up and categorized Hannibal Meals.

More often than not, they strut in the sunshine.

"There was a riot in the dungeon of the Holy Court last night. Have you found out the reason?" Saran asked.

"The information we received is that there was only one false alarm," said Blue Bat.

Saran sneered: "What a ridiculous reason."

"Yes, I'll send someone to check it out now." Blue Bat said respectfully.

"No need." Saran said calmly: "Today, the teacher will teach you a lesson. Never trust those mediocre people. They are just nutrients for composting flowers. The only thing you can trust is your own wisdom."

If the people in the Holy Court heard this, they would probably break out in a cold sweat.

Because this sentence is exactly the same as what the Chinese wizard Lu Yi said during the Holy Judgment!
In other words, the Holy Judge, Saran, was present at the scene!

"Has the extradition chief left?" asked Saran.

"They left. I arranged it myself. Everything went according to plan without any mistakes." Blue Bat affirmed.

"Yeah." Saran nodded slightly. When he was about to speak again, a beautiful woman with an equally outstanding appearance slowly walked over.

"Have you investigated it clearly?" asked Saran.

"I understand." The woman had a cute smile on her face, as if she had met her best friend.

Blue Bat didn't say anything. She knew this woman. She was Saran's substitute, or a puppet.

"Who did it?" Saran slightly emphasized his tone.

"you guess?"

(End of this chapter)