Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

Today, the holy city is immersed in solemnity and grief. This is a day of mourning for the lost glory and dignity.

All the mages who stepped into the Holy City could feel the anger that filled the air. For many years, the Holy City, as a symbol of the supreme divine power, had never been trampled upon like this.

Just when the atmosphere was becoming heavy and suffocating, a figure emerged like a ghost from the top of the towering snow-capped mountain, stepping across the void.

"Why do I need you to chase me to the ends of the earth? I'm already here." The solemn oath of Archangel Remiel was still echoing in the sky above the holy city, and at this moment, an empty and clear voice came from a distance.

Obviously, the sound sounded far away, but everyone in the holy city could hear it very clearly, as if the sound was ringing right next to their ears.

For a moment, all the mages in the holy city stood there in a daze, with looks of astonishment on their faces.

“Mo…Mo Fan!!”

"Mo Fan!!!"

"It's that evil god!!!"

"No, it's that devil!!!"

First there was a heart-wrenching silence, followed by a panicked cry.

No one could have imagined that Mo Fan would dare to appear in the Holy City at this time.

Under the various arrangements of the Holy City, he has long been portrayed as a ruthless demon who kills people and is the mortal enemy of the Holy City.

On the avenues of the holy city, black feathers fluttered in the wind, black mourning flags fluttered in the wind, and the black flowers scattered all over the ground added a deep sense of sadness to the entire holy city.

Amid the horrified and angry gazes of countless people, Mo Fan slowly flew towards the sky above the Holy City.

At this time, he had already arrived above the streets of the Holy City. With the magnificent temple as the center of the city, there were seven avenues in the Holy City.

Looking down at this holy city from a high place, you will find that the buildings here are densely packed and the buildings are arranged in a regular pattern. The seven holy city avenues are like seven straight rays, leading from the edge of the city directly to the magnificent temple that symbolizes the core of power in the holy city.

They converge at the perfect center of the city, neatly dividing the entire holy city into fourteen areas, all of which are in a regular fan shape.

The holy city is divided into the front city and the back city.

The front city is the seventh district close to the Alps, and the only entrance to the city is also in the front city.

The reason why Mo Fan was able to cross the void was undoubtedly because the restrictions here were completely useless in front of him and could not stop him at all.

“Since your funerals are ready, who will die first?” Mo Fan’s voice was cold and intimidating. After a pause, he continued, “Or do you plan to die together?”

"Arrogant, arrogant!!!" Remiel blew his beard in anger, his eyes widened, and he said coldly, "You heretic, the Holy City hasn't come to find you yet, and you dare to come to us?"

The holy city stands at the top of the world and has a history of thousands of years. During this long period of time, countless heretics have been dealt with.

During this period, they naturally encountered powerful existences that left the angels of the Holy City helpless, but over the past thousands of years, the only one who dared to step into the sacred territory of the Holy City alone was the daring guy in front of him.

“You make it sound like you dare to come after me?” Mo Fan sneered in response, a hint of sarcasm appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The ending of Michael and Sariel was not just death, their inheritance was completely cut off.

To be honest, none of the archangels in the Holy City dared to cause trouble for Mo Fan in this situation, not even the powerful Midallen was an exception.

Remiel naturally had a little fear of Mo Fan's strength, but this was the Holy City, their home ground, and they had nowhere to retreat.

The moment Mo Fan stopped, Remiel and a group of clergymen took off at the same time, ready to face this destined battle.

Not only Remiel, but the clergy were also dressed in luxurious clothes, looking majestic and solemn.

Archangel Remiel was wearing a purple-gold armor that shone brightly under the sunlight. Even his wings glowed with a metallic luster, looking majestic and invincible. Mo Fan looked at these clergymen and Remiel with a hint of disdain on his face. He said calmly, "Just you little shrimps?"

Remiel's face turned pale in an instant. He was a twelve-winged archangel, the first person in charge of the Holy City of this generation, but he was called a small shrimp by Mo Fan. How could he tolerate this?

“Holy Shadow, take him down!” Remiel knew very well that these clergymen alone were no match for Mo Fan.

Even a being as powerful as Sariel could be killed by Mo Fan, let alone these priest mages who have not yet reached the level of forbidden spells.

To put it bluntly, they are just super-class mages, and in front of a powerful heretic like Mo Fan, they are no different from ordinary people.

"Holy Shadow, Destiny!"

At this time, the dark-skinned leader, Fal, suppressed his inner anger, flew up, waved his hand, and issued orders to those Holy Shadows.

Holy Shadow, ranked among the Archangels.

Although their strength cannot reach the level of those archangels, they are still unmatched compared to the supreme wizards in this world who have practiced magic hard.

They can kill forbidden spell wizards, chase down emperor-level demons, and eradicate those who bring disaster upon themselves.

Any one of these law enforcers living in the shadow side of the Holy City can cause a stir in a country, and they are famous wherever they go.

They were full of reverence for the Holy City. Today, the heretic Mo Fan appeared here, and they had no way out, so they naturally had to fight with all their strength.

Because two Holy Shadows were lost before, there are only eight Holy Shadows left now.

But with Farr as the leader, there are still nine powerful beings. Farr is not only the leader of the Holy Shadow, but also has ten wings, ranking among the Angels of Punishment.

Her wings spread out, as stunning and shocking as a peacock spreading its tail. A large part of her perfect black pearl-like skin was exposed against the colorful robe, making the Holy Shadow leader, the Angel of Punishment, Fal, look even more noble and extraordinary. Her powerful temperament was even somewhat beyond the scope of humans.

Unfortunately, Mo Fan remained indifferent to all of this. In his eyes, these opponents were not even worth his attention.

“Buzz buzz!!!”

“Buzz buzz!!!!!”

Just at this time, the sky began to fluctuate, and a strong and dangerous aura filled the air.

Obviously, the Holy City's great formation had been activated. It was the sky battlefield prepared by the Holy City to deal with powerful enemies.

Mo Fan even felt a strong pulling force, as if it was pulling his body into the mysterious and dangerous formation.

But even though he felt this powerful pull, Mo Fan himself did not show any fluctuations.

This level of pulling force does not mean that he needs to obey the constraints of the formation.

"broken!"

Mo Fan raised his hand and clenched it, then uttered a word in a low and powerful voice.

The next moment, the void began to vibrate, and a powerful force spread outward with him as the center.

"Rumble~~~!!!"

It's just a simple word, just one word, but it can exert extremely powerful force.

The moment the space began to vibrate, all the pulling forces completely dissipated.
(End of this chapter)