Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 306 The Devil Awakens, the True Heretic
Temple of the Goddess

A long, smooth corridor paved entirely with pure amethysts, Asharuya walked gracefully. She was wearing a gorgeous dark green dress, and her long, smooth hair fell to her waist like a waterfall.

At the end of the corridor is the Eternal Sleeping Hall. Every generation of goddesses will sleep here after their death, and will not return to heaven until the next goddess is chosen.

When Asharuya heard that Yizhisha was cut into pieces, she naturally wanted to find out the truth.

The one guarding here was the deputy master of the Knights' Hall. When he saw Asharuya coming, a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

Asharuya took a look at the blue leaf coffin, but found that the graceful woman lying inside was fine and had not been cut into pieces.

"Didn't the news spread that Ishida was chopped into pieces?"

The Lord of the Blue and Gold Palace didn't know how to answer, so he stepped aside.

Asharuya moved closer again and found some blood in the leaf coffin. After a closer look, she was shocked to find that there were indeed cut marks on Ishisa's body, but the wound was slowly healing!
A person who has been dead for many years still has vitality in his body? ?
No, that's not right!

It is not vitality, but the power of darkness. Yizhisha has also fallen into darkness!!
Asharuya looked at this woman known for her cold-bloodedness and iron-fistedness, but she didn't expect that she would also plunge into the darkness.

Footsteps were heard again in the corridor, and the great sage Merola came hurriedly, carefully examined Ishisa's body, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"You already knew this?" Asharuya asked.

"Yes." Merola nodded.

Asharuya smiled. It was ironic that an organization that praised light and holiness had a leader who was closely connected with darkness.

"Asharuya, you should be able to feel that the majesty and status of the temple are declining day by day. This is not only because we don't have a goddess to succeed us, but also because our past leaders were too weak and too kind."

Merola spoke up.

There were only three of them here. Deputy Palace Master Lan Jin was an old knight whose strength was not inferior to Hai Long, but he had rarely been seen taking action in recent years.

"I really didn't expect that you, Melora, were behind all this. In that case, Ye Xinxia didn't kill Pan Nijia either."

Apart from the three people, another voice appeared.

The voice came from a shadow in a corner, and a woman with a proud figure and wearing a black robe walked out. Looking at her face, it was the Saint Ande who had died long ago.

"Ander!!"

"Ander?"

Asharuya, Merola, and the Blue Gold Palace Master all showed shocked expressions. They had seen Ander's body with their own eyes. He was dead as hell.

As a result, Ander now appeared in front of them alive.

"You...how could you be resurrected? I saw your body buried with my own eyes." Merola was the most shocked.

Because there are more and more factors beyond their plans!
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Mount Kinabalu-Peak Terrace
The power that the Hunting Angel can exert at will far exceeds the general super-level magic, and only this kind of magic can make Mo Fan take it seriously.

"Years Clock!!!"

The dark golden traces of time turned into an ancient bell that enveloped Mo Fan's body. No matter how fierce the flaming stars were, they sometimes turned into a roaring fire dragon and sometimes turned into a raging fire.

But nothing can shake the clock of time.

Mo Fan used the power of space to transfer Xinxia to the head of the Tianhen Holy Tiger. Xuebao and Jiaojiao had jumped onto the little white tiger from the beginning, and now he transferred Xinxia over as well. "You keep saying that I'm a heretic, how good are you!"

The Demonic Time Wheel in Mo Fan's body suddenly beat like a heart, and a blood-ink torrent surged out of his body in an instant, and his aura instantly increased.

Countless souls revived in his blood, including the giant god bathing in the scorching sun, the ancient beast born from the thunder pool, the dragon god of creation who opened up the world, and the goddess of light who walked between heaven and earth...

Countless powers were returned to the blood-ink abyss in his eyes. Mo Fan raised one hand and snapped his fingers lightly. All the hellfire stones from the angelic power were annihilated into nothingness.

"As a patrolling angel, your duty is to draw your sword against evil and injustice, but you attack without asking questions. Do you deserve to be called an angel?"

Mo Fan tilted his head, his defiant eyes revealing a hint of sarcasm.

After saying this, he laughed himself. It was really ridiculous that he could actually use verbal tactics. Just do it. Why waste words?

The patrolling angels didn't expect that this heretic man actually knew their doctrines, but it was useless because they had the final say on how to measure the doctrines!
"You are right, so now - I declare you a heretic!!"

The six-winged angel man's face was still stiff, but his pupils revealed a look of excitement, just like a hunter who had discovered a nimble little beast in the mountains.

"hehe."

The devil's smile rang out, and Mo Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. The six-winged angel was stunned because even he could not catch Mo Fan's figure.

The space barrier around him suddenly shattered, and the turbulent air currents like the extreme south cold current attacked his back like a mad dragon. The six-winged hunting angel reacted very quickly, and a holy wall emerged around him, with ancient words engraved on it.

"Cancel."

But as the voice fell, the holy wall filled with sacred characters suddenly disappeared, and the fierce mad dragon hit him fiercely.

His golden armor possessed excellent defensive power, which was enough to crush the commander and seriously injure the monarch. The Space-Time Mad Dragon embedded him into the restriction of the sacred mountain, causing him only slight injuries.

The angel man looked very disheveled, his carefully combed hair was covered in dust. He had never expected that his holy wall would become ineffective.

"Lord Angel?!"

Durank's expression immediately turned terrified. He underestimated Mo Fan's power. The magic power possessed by this pagan actually exceeded that of the angels in the Holy City.

The people on the peak were also stunned.

The Holy City is the real source of magic, and angels are God's messengers.

Mo Fan's figure appeared in front of the angel man like a ghost, and for the first time, a look of fear and terror appeared on the angel man's stiff face.

Because just now, the angel soul in his body actually obeyed the orders of this demon, which was simply shocking.

The angel man struggled to get up, but was firmly pinned into the pit by Mo Fan's foot.

"You...how did you do it?"

Mo Fan smiled strangely: "Do you know what a true heretic is? More evil and more tyrannical than the Dark Ones; purer and more sacred than the Light Ones."

"I use the power of the Holy God to deprive you of your angel soul. You are not qualified to control Him!"

"Those who aid and abet the tyrant will be tortured in hell!!!"

(End of this chapter)