Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

Sariel looked helplessly at the heretic falling from the sky.

Passed down from several generations, in his memory, there has never been such a terrifying existence.

No wonder Midalen didn't stop me. Perhaps he hoped to use this heretic to destroy himself?
Sariel was very scared, his face was full of fear and reluctance.
“When you came here, didn’t anyone tell you what kind of existence you would face?” Mo Fan said indifferently.

Sariel naturally knew that he had hit a wall.

“Don’t try to seduce me. You have only defeated me, but you can’t even think about defeating the Holy City. Even if you kill me, I will still win, because you will be standing on the opposite side of the Holy City and will be wanted by the whole world. You can run away, you can hide, you can fight hard, but the people around you will also be rejected by this world. You still lose, you still lose!” Even though Sariel was afraid of death, he still used such words to provoke Mo Fan.

"Hehe, it seems like there's nothing wrong with what you said." Mo Fan sneered and nodded.

"While I am alive, your only enemy is me. If I die, your enemies will be the Holy City, the Magic Associations of the Five Continents, the Forbidden Spell Alliance, and the countless countries and powerful people who are loyal to the Holy City." Sariel continued.

Mo Fan looked at him with disdain, curled his lips and said: "You may have some misunderstanding about yourself. Do you think you are worthy of being called an enemy?"

Sariel wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth and was speechless.
Because Mo Fan only attacked once, and that one time he directly injured him so severely! !

In front of such a person, I am indeed not worthy of being called an enemy.

Even though he knew that Mo Fan was deliberately humiliating him, Sariel was unable to make any rebuttal.
"What are you doing?"

Sariel didn't have the chance to finish what he wanted to say, because Mo Fan stepped on his face.

"boom!"

With this kick, Sariel made almost perfect contact with the ground!
For a moment, the ground began to shake violently. Although there was no scene of collapsing mountains and splitting the earth like before, this kick completely razed the already shattered Shuangshou Pavilion to the ground!

Sariel is dead, and his death is terrible!

He was annihilated by Mo Fan's kick. Mo Fan's kick was not just a simple kick, it also contained the might of the divine fire of Void Devouring Flame.

Sariel was dead, but his spirit wanted to escape.

But Michael Mofan was not spared, let alone him?
Under the dazzling light of the Azure Dragon, Sariel's soul fetus was captured without any surprise.

At this point, the Holy City once again lost an archangel
Mo Fan had no intention of staying any longer. He took the floating Ling Ling with him and left.

As for the Osaka Sea battlefield and the destruction of the Shuangshou Pavilion, what happens here has nothing to do with Mo Fan.

There is no one here that Mo Fan wants to save.

He did not throw a fire lotus here, but let them fend for themselves, which was already his greatest mercy.

“We have no way to retreat.” Lingling suddenly said as she followed Mo Fan away.

“In fact, I have never had a way out since I embarked on this path of cultivation.” Mo Fan said with a smile.

Mo Fan was heading back to China. If the Siren didn’t show any movement at the moment, he would naturally go to the Holy City to put an end to it himself.

There is no need for this top human force, which is always looking for excitement, to stay any longer.

It's time for a reshuffle!
Although he could definitely recuperate for a period of time, because he was getting stronger every minute and every second at this moment.

But Mo Fan didn't want to wait any longer, because there was no need anymore.

"I will face it with you." Lingling said seriously. "Okay."

Mo Fan did not refuse, but he did not promise anything either.

His enemies are not enough to make him think too much. Strength is his confidence.
Mo Fan returned to China and was sure that the country was still very stable.

However, he did learn that Zhao Manyan had been promoted again and had already gone to Venice.

He also knew that Xinxia had reached the final stage during this period.

In fact, they could all wait, but on second thought, perhaps it was because they felt that Mo Fan was in big trouble and they wanted to help him out.

Everyone is working hard!
Even Mu Ningxue and the others were in seclusion and practicing.

It’s a pity that Mo Fan didn’t plan to wait for them to go to the Holy City together because there was no need at all.

The western foothills of the Alps are a vast wilderness nourished by the cleanest ice and snow water in the world, but there is a glorious and ancient city standing on this land.

Walking in here is like traveling through time and space, back to the prosperous era of Europe, with tall city walls, ancient city gates, and clear rivers of ice and snow.

The buildings in the city are exquisite, the streets are spotless, and some colorful magic barriers are like phantom veils gently covering this noble lady in the Holy City, making her even more beautiful.

This is a city of miracles. Every year, it attracts countless tourists because of its unique style. But it is also a city of faith. It is the supreme faith of all practicing mages. The path of magic practice is so difficult, so long, so boring and painful. The thought of having a place in this holy city seems to be full of strength.
The Holy City is full of colors, especially gold that represents sacredness, rose gold that represents femininity, white sand gold that represents purity, and brown gold that represents majesty.

But today, the holy city is filled with another color, that is black, the black of mourning for death, the symbol of black can be seen everywhere.

Black feathers are inserted into the street corners.

Black cloth banner.

The believers in the Holy City dressed in black monks were walking slowly. They were holding a black Holy Grail in their hands, using willow branches to dip the clean water inside, and sprinkled it on the road with special significance...

It's a ritual.

The Holy City is mourning. Only when someone of the archangel level in the Holy City passes away will such an extremely solemn scene be seen!

There had already been such a ceremony when Michael died, and this was the second time.

For thousands of years, no Archangel of the Holy City has ever fallen. Who would have thought that in this era, two Archangels of the Holy City have already fallen?
"He died for us."

"Sariel's name will be written on the holy peak of the Alps."

"We will keep this in mind and will definitely bring that evildoer to justice!!"

"We will find the ends of the earth, we will pursue his evil breath, we will never give up until we capture him and execute him, and pray to the heroic spirit of Archangel Sariel!"

Above the city gate, Archangel Lemuel swore to the sky in his loudest voice.

On the bridge into the city where people were coming and going, people lowered their heads and hardly dared to talk or discuss casually.

Because, just three days ago, a sensational news spread that one of the archangels patrolling this world, Sariel, was beheaded and died tragically in the Sakura Double Guard Pavilion, and the person who killed the archangel was none other than the heretic Mo Fan.
(End of this chapter)