Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

Despair, like a thick dark cloud, weighs heavily on everyone's heart, making it hard to breathe.

The wizards of the Holy City opened their eyes wide, staring at everything in front of them with horror. They didn't even know what kind of horrible magic this was.

In their eyes, so many powerful people in the Holy City, those usually majestic and arrogant existences, were reduced to ashes in an instant.

Every magical tool on these powerful men is priceless, and every one of them is a carefully selected treasure that can save their lives at the critical moment.

However, at this moment, in front of this magical dragon that appeared from nowhere, it seemed so fragile, like a pile of scrap metal that could not withstand a single blow.

The most important thing is that this magical dragon is clearly formed by magic, but the momentum and power it displays are like a real dragon descending into the world.

The imperial aura it exudes is chilling. If it moves even slightly, the whole world will tremble.

It not only possesses the majesty of an emperor, but also has the destructive power of an emperor-level true dragon.

I saw it waving its huge claws, and with a casual sweep, it was like a gust of wind passing through, and everything was ruthlessly destroyed wherever it went.

"Ouch~~~!!!"

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky, like rolling thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

Although this horrific scene made everyone sad and desperate, the killing was far from over.

Immediately afterwards, the Black Dragon Soul began a new round of breathing.

The blazing dragon breath, like a gigantic pillar of flame, spurted out forward with the momentum to destroy everything.

The mage army that originally wanted to stop Mo Fan had to shift their attention to the Black Dragon Emperor.

Their hearts were filled with fear, but they had no choice but to face the challenge head on.

They knew very well that if they could not withstand the attack of the black dragon, the holy city would be doomed.

However, facing such a powerful opponent, what chances do they have of winning?
Everyone's heart was filled with despair and helplessness, but they had to muster up the courage to fight this almost hopeless battle for the survival of the Holy City.
As the black dragon slaughtered the Holy City mages, who were nothing more than trash in its eyes, like the god of death, the destructive force that Mo Fan had been brewing gradually took shape.

Above the sky, the already gloomy and depressing dark clouds were burned black by the hot and terrifying force.

Those charred clouds looked like they had been licked by the flames of a hellish furnace, emitting a chilling aura.

As the black flames continued to gather, these seemingly illusory energies began to take on physical form.

The black flames rolled and surged as if they had life.

The reflected holy city, which had already become blurred due to the fierce battle, underwent an astonishing change at this moment.

It completely turned into a huge black land, completely covering the entire holy city!
However, this black land is by no means a place suitable for any living creature to live in. It exudes a pure breath of destruction.

The black land was filled with rolling black flames and a rich, scorching breath, like the entrance to hell. Any creature that approached would be devoured by this destructive force.

On this black land, there is no sign of life, only the destruction of molten lava!!!
"Boom!!!"

When the Black Dragon Soul was slaughtering the Holy City mages at will and despair was shrouding everyone's hearts like a haze, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the deep pit formed by Uriel's fall.

The sound came from deep underground, carrying a frightening force that instantly broke the dead silence on the battlefield.

At the same moment, the wind blew violently, and the whistling sound was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.

All the wind power seemed to be summoned by some powerful force, and instantly gathered towards the location where the person who rushed out of the ground was.

The person he saw was none other than Uriel who had been knocked down before.

He did not fall down. At this moment, he stood in the center of the gale, his sixteen wings fluttering in the wind, and rich wind magic surrounded his body. The storm was under his control, like an angry dragon, sweeping towards the black dragon soul.

Uriel's sudden appearance was like lighting a lamp in the darkness, giving hope to many wizards in the holy city.

Especially when they saw Uriel taking action, the desire to survive of many people, which had already sunk to the bottom, suddenly rose to a higher level, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes, as if they saw the possibility of turning the tide of the battle.

"Swish!" However, at the moment when hope arose in everyone's hearts, a flash of light as fast as lightning flashed by, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

Immediately afterwards, a dull "puff" sound was heard, which was a creepy sound that penetrated the body.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked in the direction where the voice came from. They soon saw the shocking scene. The sixteen-winged archangel Uriel, who had just ignited hope for them, trembled violently at the moment the voice sounded, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and then he fell down again.

This time, his fall seemed extremely heavy. He had obviously lost all support and fell straight down like a heavy stone.

"Boom"

Uriel's body hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

Immediately afterwards, a series of extremely loud roars of "boom boom boom" were heard, and the ground shook violently, as if a strong earthquake had occurred, with dust flying and gravel scattering.

This time, Uriel died completely.

Mo Fan was naturally aware that Uriel was not truly dead before, because his soul had not yet been absorbed by the Azure Dragon Soul.

But this time, Uriel's life force completely dissipated, leaving him with no life.

His death instantly shattered the hopes that the Holy City mages had just ignited. Despair once again surged into their hearts like a tide, and the situation on the battlefield became even more severe.
"Heretic, die!!!"

But at the same time, Midalon, who had been immersed for a long time, finally took action. With the fall of the archangels of this generation, Midalon finally completed the connection with this city!

"chachachacha"

The moment Midalen soared into the sky, he brought with him an eerie chill!

That is the power of ice, the strongest ice-attribute magic power that Mo Fan currently knows of.

After all, it is a holy city, so it still has some heritage.

unfortunately
Not only did he complete all the preludes, Mo Fan naturally also completed his own destruction!

(End of this chapter)