Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

“Heretic, arrogant!” Sariel shouted angrily. As soon as he finished speaking, calluses began to form on Mo Fan’s body.

It was made up of extremely fine strands of light velvet. The amazing thing was that Mo Fan did not feel any burning pain, nor did he feel uncomfortable being tightly bound. Instead, he felt that the cocoon was unusually soft, just like soft silk gently wrapping around him.

"Buzz~~!!!"

However, in just a moment, this seemingly delicate cocoon was easily shattered by Mo Fan.

When Archangel Sariel saw this, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

This was a sacred spell that he had carefully cast to trap the demon in front of him. In his opinion, even if he could not subdue him completely, he could at least restrict his actions.

But he never expected that the evil power in the opponent was so strong that it could break his spell so easily.

"Shhh!!"

Just as Sariel was shocked, Mo Fan flashed and six sharp sickles appeared instantly. The bloody sickles like the evil moon exuded a terrifying aura.

With a wave of the sharp sickle, the entire sacrificial mountain seemed to be completely split apart by an irresistible force, slowly opening up like a blooming lotus.

For a moment, the powerful evil force hidden under the sacrificial mountain could no longer be stopped, as if a evil door leading to hell was suddenly opened, and thousands of demons from hell poured towards the earth like a tide.

Archangel Sariel hurriedly activated his divine power, his body was protected by golden light, and milky white shield feathers swirled around him, like a loyal guard.

Whenever evil power splashed onto his body, those milky white shield feathers would quickly guard in front of Sariel like shield soldiers and keep the evil power out.

Sariel looked around, with a look of indifference and pride on his face.

He stood in the air, yet he could walk as lightly as if he were walking on flat ground.

The white shield feathers flew up as he moved, and the special light was purifying the surrounding resentment and evil spirits with a powerful force, while at the same time scattering beautiful ripples of light like the aurora.

This shocking scene was clearly witnessed by everyone in Shuangshou Pavilion. It was like the arrival of a god, making the night that was originally full of evil instantly become like a holy hymn scene in an ancient scroll.

Sariel had no interest in the rebellious light cages at this time. After all, they were tools used to subdue heretics.

He walked down slowly from the sky, and with every step he took, there was an extra layer of brilliant ripples above the night sky, as if the sky was also divided into a layer.

This floor was like a sacred sky, with a magnificent and tranquil palace faintly emerging inside, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

But before his divine power could be fully displayed, Mo Fan appeared in front of him in an instant like a ghost.

"Boom!!!"

"Crash!!!"

Accompanied by a violent tremor of the void power, the palace that Sariel had carefully constructed was completely shattered in an instant.

He had almost no chance to resist and seemed so vulnerable in front of Mo Fan's powerful strength.

When Sariel saw this scene, he was shocked!!!

What kind of heretic is this? How could he possess such powerful power?
You know, he is the holy city's angel of power, the dreaded angel of killing!

How could a heretic possess such terrifying power?

"boom!"

"call out!"

"Boom!!!"

Almost instantly, Mo Fan knocked Sariel to the ground like an ant.

With just one contact, he fell like a meteor and hit the ground heavily.

Lingling was watching Mo Fan from the side, and was equally shocked. She had always known that Mo Fan was very powerful, but he was, after all, the Archangel of the Holy City. As the descendant of the angel who gave birth to magic, even if his current strength was not as good as in the early glory days, he was still the top existence in the magic world.

However, such a strong man seemed vulnerable in front of Mo Fan.

Sariel did not give up, his strong ambition drove him to take off again.

Although he was extremely surprised by Mo Fan's power, he knew in his heart that if he could kill Mo Fan today, then after the death of Michael, he, Sariel, would be the most qualified person to inherit the position of Archangel.

That’s right, Sariel has always had ambitions in his heart.

After all, Metaron was an archangel from the previous generation, and now he wants to get involved again in modern times. How could Sariel agree to that?

Therefore, he set his assessment target on Mo Fan.

Of course he knew the rumors about Mo Fan, and it was precisely because of this that he chose Mo Fan more firmly.

Because in his opinion, if he could cut off Mo Fan's head, his political achievements would definitely be ranked the highest among the current archangels.

"Holy Tooth!"

Sariel raised his hands, and light descended on him like veils from the sky.

I saw a slender staff appear in the palm of his hand.

This staff is extremely special. Its top is a dragon tooth blade arc. It looks extremely sharp and can easily tear apart anything in the world.

The end of it is also a spike, which should be taken from the toe thorn of an ancient dragon, and the whole body of the staff is obviously made of dragon bones, which is crystal clear. Not only that, it also reveals a bit of ancient and wild breath.

Judging from its appearance alone, this is not an ordinary staff used for long-range casting, but a staff designed specifically for combat.

After Sariel grasped the battle staff tightly, his confidence suddenly increased, and the arrogant expression of superiority appeared on his face again.

In this world system, most mages have lost the ability to fight in close combat, and mages who have the ability to fight in close combat are often several levels stronger than those of the same level.

All of their offensive means and attempts are not easily detected due to their obvious "casting" actions, which gives them an advantage in combat.

The most important point is that when mages engage in a magic duel, they usually keep a certain distance from each other. Once they find that the situation is not good, it is very easy to escape. Therefore, compared with other ability systems, the death rate of mages is much lower.

Sariel chose this kind of fighting weapon because he was determined to fight Mo Fan to the death here.

But in front of Mo Fan, these advantages of Sariel are out of the question, because Mo Fan has always been good at close combat and has rich experience and strong strength in close combat.

"call out!"

"Shh!"

In just a blink of an eye, Mo Fan appeared in front of Sariel again like lightning, the Taia sword in his hand flashing with a cold light, and he slashed down without hesitation!
"Bah!"

The sword and the staff collided violently, and the energy between heaven and earth was affected by this blow, causing it to diffuse violently.

The void seemed unable to withstand this powerful force, and cracks quickly emerged like a spider web.

"Boom!!!"

Sariel thought that he could block the sword with the staff in his hand, but he never expected that the power of this sword would be far more than that.

As a wave of destructive energy rushed over like a surging wave, Sariel could no longer hold on and almost fell directly from the sky.

"Boom!!!"

With a loud bang, Sariel fell heavily to the ground, his body covered with wounds, and his originally flawless white wings instantly became bloodstained, looking miserable.
(End of this chapter)