Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 225 In the Name of Jing! The Era Belongs to Anjing. (Thank you for reading!)
The Queen of the Withered Bones in the Imperial Gauze Robe.

If An Jing controls the power of the Underworld on land, then the Queen of the Withered Bones controls the other half of the Underworld's power, and her strength has reached the level of a ruler or emperor.

Moreover, the number of undead under the control of the Queen of the Dead is estimated to be several times that of him.

The masks of the ocean and the land are worlds apart, especially in the deep sea where sea monsters fight each other day and night. It could be said that even the Queen of the Dead Bones, lying down, could...

There will be a constant stream of undead joining her ranks.

To achieve the true status of Hades, one must kill the Queen of the Withered Bones, thus completing the Fallen Angel origin within An Jing.

Their individual strength is at least close to that of the roof.

"My lord, if you give the order, I can take you to hunt down that emperor," Nan said, bowing his head and speaking in a very humble tone.

It must be said that Anjing's methods really startled it.

It can forcibly steal the memories from its mind and use its own abilities to refine its location in the deep sea.

Even the King of Bermuda couldn't accomplish such a feat.

"interesting."

Anjing slowly withdrew her fingertip from between Nan's brows, bringing out a wisp of dark blue silk thread that was wrapped with the aura of the deep sea.

"The King of the Underworld on land, the Emperor of Death in the deep sea." An Jing's spacetime gears suddenly reversed, and the chaotic fire in his right eye burned fiercely. "So that's how it is."

He suddenly chuckled softly, and slammed the trident heavily to the ground.

The ground of the entire holy city instantly cracked, revealing the surging waters of the River Styx below. The imperial corpses that had been submerged in the river were now all kneeling towards the deep sea!

"Spare her life for now; I have more important things to do."

While the power of Hades is important, simply going to the deep sea to kill the Queen of the Dead would be putting the cart before the horse. In the original story...
The Cold Moon-Eyed Demon Goddess and the Royal Gauze Bone Queen appeared together in Shanghai, triggering a catastrophe in the city.

If we simply kill the Queen of the Withered Bones, and the Cold Moon Eye Demon God finds out, then she will definitely hide.

The other half of the power of the god of the underworld, and the two divine eyes.

Without a doubt, An Jing would choose the latter.

Moreover, An Jing's mind is no longer on this matter; he has more important things to do: kill Bermuda and seize the Chaos Trident.
He had a premonition that if he went into seclusion for a while, he would definitely reap unexpected rewards.

At this point, Emperor Zafki and Emperor Kuangkuang have reached a bottleneck and need to be improved in time. In addition, Yuri's hometown is also inhabited by extraterrestrial beings.

Everything should be done in a first-come, first-served manner, otherwise wouldn't that discourage Yuri?
Yuri is, after all, a top expert in three forbidden spells. Since he was able to survive this war, he must have some extraordinary abilities that people would never expect!
Who knows, this misfortune might turn into a blessing, and I might even enter the ranks of the four forbidden spells.

“I need to go into seclusion for a while. During this time, you will stay with Yuri and wait for me to emerge. We will discuss this further after I come out of seclusion,” An Jing said.

An Jing lightly tapped the void with his fingertip, and a spatial rift wrapped in chaotic runes slowly opened. He glanced one last time at God, who was still howling and struggling, nailed to the pillar of shame, before turning and stepping into the rift.

"Congratulations, sir!"

The enormous imperial body instantly shrank to the shape of a dark golden lizard, obediently coiling around Yuri's shoulder. Yet, its vertical pupils couldn't help but gaze in the direction where An Jing had disappeared.

In any case, at least he survived, which is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
Thinking of this, it couldn't help but glance at the powerless and furious God. At this moment, God's cultivation was completely sealed by An Jing, and even a newly awakened novice mage could kick him a couple of times.

The revelry had already begun in Temple Square.

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Time passed quickly.

The news of the return of the two archangels, An Jing and Michael, to the Holy City quickly spread throughout the world, especially reaching the European families.
Upon learning that An Jing was the archangel returning from his pilgrimage, he immediately rushed to the Holy City to apologize.

Meanwhile, at the Parthenon, in the morning light, Ye Xinxia's fingertips lightly traced the blurry magical image on the newspaper—the silhouette of An Jing holding the Chaos Trident gradually overlapped with the outline of the gentle boy from Bocheng in her memory.

"Brother Anjing is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that Xinxia also needs to work hard to keep up with Brother Anjing." Ye Xinxia murmured, unconsciously tracing the trajectory of stars on the newspaper with the marigold in her hand.

The fallen petals perfectly covered the image of God being nailed to the pillar of shame in the film.

“It seems we are about to witness the changing of the guard.” Hailong’s voice was terribly hoarse.

Capture the emperor alive.

What level of cultivation is required to achieve this? Even if Athena were reborn, she couldn't accomplish this feat, could she? Capturing the Twin Emperors alive.

Without a doubt, this era is destined to belong to Anjing.

An era of peace and tranquility.

Ye Xinxia did not answer.

She simply gripped the pendant on her chest tightly, on which, without her noticing, appeared a chaotic divine pattern identical to the one between An Jing's brows!

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China.

The news of An Jing's capture of the twin emperors quickly reached the ears of all the high-ranking officials, much to everyone's surprise.

An Jing, the prodigy who led the National Team to victory, is actually a celestial angel.

Moreover, he is an archangel of the Holy City.

This news undoubtedly shattered their worldview and left them unable to let it go for a long time.

Qingtian Hunting House.

The old ceiling fan creaked and spun, cutting the blue light from the computer screen into fragments.

Lingling's teeth, which were biting on the lollipop, suddenly trembled, and the candy cracked open with a "crack." The magical image of An Jing holding the Chaos Trident on the screen perfectly overlapped with the figure in her memory who had protected her from the demon horde.

"Clatter."

Old Bao tapped his pipe lightly on the corner of the table, and the drifting smoke eerily condensed into the outline of a twelve-winged angel.

The old man's cloudy eyes reflected the news footage of God being nailed to the pillar of shame, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

This approach was indeed very peaceful.

"Grandpa, An Jing's identity is actually..."

Lingling was also shocked as she looked at the latest news on the computer.

In response, Old Man Bao simply took a shallow puff of his cigarette, as if it were within his expectations.

a long time.

The smoke suddenly distorted into a satellite cloud image over the Pacific Ocean, and Old Man Bao's voice carried a calm that seemed to have seen through everything: "Even without the Holy City, he could still reach this height."

An Jing's talent was already very strong; even without his identity as a member of the Holy City, he could have reached his current level.

It could be said that his status as an archangel was merely icing on the cake.

P.S.: Chapter One is here!

(End of this chapter)