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

Chapter 495 Extra Chapter: The Trial of Su Lu
Beneath the dome of the holy city, every breath of air seemed to be solidified with a thousand years of faith and majesty, and holy light flowed like mercury, heavy and solemn.

Mo Fan remained indifferent, and with a casual wave of his hand, the Gorgon Euryale, who was bound by the power of the laws and resembled a beautiful sculpture, silently floated toward the Holy Shadow Apostle who stood with his head bowed to the side.

His movements were as casual as brushing dust off a garment, as if this monarch-level demon, who had just been ravaging the human world, was nothing more than an insignificant trophy.

"Throw him into the deepest part of the Holy Prison and suppress him with the chains of holy words." He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but containing an absolute will that could not be questioned, echoing in the empty hall.

Guided by Remiel's gaze, a mixture of awe and fear, Mo Fan stepped onto the radiant corridor engraved with countless sacred words.

His steps were unhurried, and with each step he took, the runes beneath his feet flickered, as if he were stepping on the historical pulse of this sky city.

His destination was the central temple, a symbol of heavenly authority, suspended atop a sea of ​​clouds.

The instant his toes touched the core area of ​​the temple, that realm composed entirely of light elements—

"Om-"

It was as if the prayers of hundreds of millions of believers in the world had converged into a magnificent hymn, resounding from the ends of time and space.

Three supreme and divine auras responded to his will to rule, tearing through space and descending suddenly!

Radiance and oppressive power instantly filled every corner of this sacred domain.

Mira, the Holy Fire Seraph, is surrounded by blazing white flames capable of purifying all the filth in the world. As the flames dance, they reflect the light and shadow of the divine kingdom.
The Holy Archangel of Wisdom, Gillu, has countless phantom images of the Codex of Wisdom flowing in her azure eyes, as if the truth of the universe is contained in her mind.
The Archangel Ophene, holding a scepter of judgment in her hand, emanated a majestic divine power that distorted the very fabric of space.

They are the guardian totems of the Holy City, passed down for thousands of years; they are the legendary divine incarnations walking among humans; they are supreme beings that countless powerful figures of the Holy City can only glimpse once in their entire lives.

At this moment, these three great seraphim stood silently behind Mo Fan like the most loyal guards, their drooping wings a supreme tribute to their new master.

This oppressive aura made Remiel's very soul tremble.

This archangel, who held immense power and was in charge of the Holy City's punishments, finally understood at this moment the insurmountable chasm between "god" and "mortal".

The man before me has already reached the pinnacle of that dimension.

Deep within the temple, beneath the supreme throne, three vast and boundless auras, like the abyss and the sea of ​​stars, intertwined and lingered.

Those were the true three leaders of the Holy City—Michael, Raphael, and Uriel.

They are the pinnacle of power in the Holy City, the embodiment of the will of the angels.

As Mo Fan strolled in, bathed in the light from outside the hall, the three pairs of eyes that seemed to pierce through time and space and judge souls instantly focused on him alone.

Their gaze was no longer simply scrutinizing, but rather a mixture of surprise, inquiry, and a hint of apprehension hidden deep within their eyes.

They attempted to dissect the seemingly divine and powerful exterior of this newly ascended "Holy God" and explore what terrifying essence, capable of overturning the entire magical world, was hidden beneath his mortal body.

The entire temple fell into an eternal silence at that moment.

The moment Mo Fan stepped into the Hall of Judgment, the light elements throughout the hall seemed to freeze.

He did not deliberately release any pressure, but the aura that originated from the depths of his soul and was fused with the soul shadows of many emperors was like an invisible ancient divine mountain, pressing heavily on the hearts of the three archangels.

This is not simply a suppression of power, but a kind of looking down from a higher level of life, an absolute control at the level of laws.

Even Remir, who wielded the power of the Seraph, felt his scepter tremble slightly—not out of fear, but out of instinctive awe. Uriel, Michael, and Raphael were even more solemn. They knew that the man before them had transcended their understanding of a "mage" and become a true deity walking among mortals.

Mo Fan nodded slightly to the three ancient beings as a sign of respect.

His gaze was as calm as an abyss, without a trace of arrogance, only the serenity that comes from having endured countless tribulations.

He walked slowly to the dark gold throne that had been newly set up for him, which stood alongside the throne of the angels, and calmly sat down.

As he settled down, the invisible pressure subsided and dissipated into the air of the hall.

The trial has officially begun.

The core issue is how to deal with the madman who almost dragged the Asian continent into the abyss—Su Lu.

“Exiling him to the Dark Dimension will only allow him to thrive, and may even lead him to seek out more evil powers to return.” Remiel’s voice was cold and resolute, carrying the iron will unique to the angel of judgment.

"I propose that we use the Golden Dragon of the Holy City to incinerate his body and soul together with the Supreme Yang Dragon Flame, eliminating any future threat. He must pay the ultimate price for his arrogance, so that the world will know that challenging the Holy City will only lead to annihilation."

Michael and Raphael exchanged a glance but did not raise any objections.

For them, Su Lu's fate was already sealed; the process was irrelevant.

Whether it's divine punishment or holy light purification, it's merely choosing a suitable way to end this sinful soul.

Any means are acceptable as long as it ensures his complete death and prevents him from harming humanity again.

Just as the three archangels were about to reach a consensus, Mo Fan slowly raised his hand.

His movements were small, yet they instantly attracted everyone's attention.

“I have a suggestion.” Mo Fan’s voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the magnificent Holy Judgment Hall, carrying an undeniable weight.

"Let the Black Dragon Emperor and the Golden Dragon of the Holy City jointly carry out this judgment."

Upon hearing this, all three archangels were taken aback.

Mo Fan's gaze swept over them, and he continued, "Su Lu's crimes are outrageous and abhorrent to both gods and men. This trial should not be merely an internal decision of the Holy City, but rather a declaration to the entire world."

"Let the black dragon, representing one of the pinnacles of human magical power, and the golden dragon, the guardian of human faith, appear together on the judgment field."

"This is not only to demonstrate the Holy City's unparalleled military strength, but also to show our attitude to all ambitious individuals and evil forces lurking in the shadows—whether they are traitors from within humanity or covetous individuals from other dimensions, anyone who attempts to subvert the world order will face our common and most severe sanctions."

His words carried weight. This was no longer a simple execution, but a political declaration of profound significance.

It not only established the equal cooperative status between Mofan and the Holy City, but also announced to the world the arrival of a new order jointly protected by gods and angels on earth.

The coldness in Remiel's eyes was gradually replaced by a thoughtful look; he understood Mo Fan's deeper meaning.

Finally, Michael solemnly nodded: "As you say. This trial will be the prelude to a new era."

(End of this chapter)