Versatile Mage: Unlimited Swordplay, Deconstructing Everything!

Chapter 222 The Eighth Angel—Lucifer
Above the sea of ​​clouds, beneath the starry sky.

A colossal void appeared beyond the blue planet, with blazing white lightning flashing amidst the churning clouds, as if piercing through the gates of time, reflecting the world's past and future within the void.

"Now, the portal to time and space has been opened. As long as I step in, I will return to that afternoon of that day, but now is not the time."

Pope Mo Fan stared at the familiar void in time and space.

He shifted his gaze to Lin Ling, who was kneeling on one knee.

"You are not nearly as powerful as you will be in the future, with only one element reaching the level of forbidden spells. But I am ready now, faster than ever before."

After saying that, a dozen or so hearts radiating powerful auras appeared out of thin air beside Pope Mo Fan.

Among them were many hearts that emanated sonic power, and clearly, this heart belonged to Vam.

The Black Church was an organization established by Pope Mofan from the very beginning to achieve his own goals, so every believer in it is just a tool.

A tool that can be sacrificed at any time.

However, Lin Ling noticed that there was no heart emanating an ice-type aura, which meant that Qin Yu'er was still safe.

“Every time I start over, I learn some tricks. I have to say, the Mu family’s research on forbidden arts is indeed among the best in the world. Their research, which disregards human lives, has led to the creation of many effective forbidden arts that steal the innate talents of human mages. They have even researched this kind of magic that can be called an absolute forbidden art. However, I have slightly modified this forbidden art and my body so that my body can bear multiple innate talents and withstand the superposition of the power of death.”

"You should understand why I'm saying so much. Villains die from talking too much, provided that the difference in strength is minimal."

The hearts containing the power of various calamities merged into Pope Mo Fan's body.

A dazzling light suddenly emanated from beneath his skin, like countless stars flickering within his veins. Crimson, indigo, and gilded energies rose and fell like tides, each surge leaving fleeting star-like marks on his skin's surface.

Deep within the chest cavity, the beating of a dozen hearts was initially chaotic like the pounding of drums, colliding and squeezing against each other, but at a certain moment they suddenly found a rhythmic resonance.

Thump—thump—thump— The noise gradually subsided, eventually transforming into a heavy and ancient pulse, like the first heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening.

Pope Mo Fan's aura suddenly surged to an extremely terrifying level in an instant, but this suffocating aura quickly dissipated.

As if nothing had happened, Pope Mofan still looked as harmless as a student who had just graduated from school.

But beneath this somewhat frail body lies a power that can shake the world.

"This force has indeed advanced a few more steps, but you always exceed my expectations, so I have made some preparations."

Pure White, who had been standing obediently to the side, suddenly took out a golden heart that carried a sense of holiness.

In an instant, Lin Ling sensed the aura of an angel above.

That golden heart is the heart of an angel!
With a smile, Chunbai took out a small knife and, under the indifferent gaze of Pope Mofan, gleefully slit her own throat, letting the crimson blood cascade onto her golden heart. The luster in her eyes gradually faded as the blood drained away.

The golden heart, however, grew even more vibrant under the nourishment of blood, with a golden halo emerging from it. Dozens of golden thorns shot out from the heart, piercing open the pure white opening, swallowing the blood-red heart inside, and replacing the original heart in its place.

The stopped heartbeat resumed.

Golden power flowed into every blood vessel, causing sacred lines to appear on the skin. Two golden lines climbed from the neck all the way into the eyes, until the whites of the eyes were filled with gold.

Boom~~~
Twelve sacred wings unfurled dramatically from behind her pure white back, and an aura of unparalleled holiness rose from her body.

It makes one want to kneel and worship.

A golden light swirled and spun, accompanied by the tolling of the heavenly bells. A halo, representing holiness, floated above the pure white head, like the arrival of an angel.

The Eighth Angel—Lucifer!

With her body as her form and her blood as her core, she rekindled the long-dormant power of the angels. Pure White, now Lucifer's puppet, floated in the air, her feet off the ground.

Liquid golden light flowed between her interlaced fingers, her supple knuckles trembling slightly like reeds. Each prayer transformed into tangible patterns of light, spiraling upwards from her clasped fingertips, descending with holy aurora.

Before Lin Ling could even stand up, he immediately felt an immense pressure, like that of a mountain, descend upon him.

He heard his bones cracking under the strain, as if the whole world had transformed into a giant bronze cauldron, trying to suppress him completely.

This is not only physical pressure but also mental pressure.

The magic within him was completely extinguished, like a fire that had been put out, with only wisps of gray smoke rising.

"Paradise Mountain?"

Heavenly Mountain is a sacred magic unique to the Holy City, used to punish all mages.

A spiritual mountain whose weight is always above the limit is an absolute holy magic that no mage can withstand.

This is also the source of the Holy City's confidence in standing above the nation.

Did you even think of this step?
Indeed, if it were him, he would also choose to use restraint when facing a rapidly growing enemy.

The Holy Law of Heavenly Mountain is absolutely the nemesis of mages. If one cannot overcome the spiritual mountain, then even magic cannot be used.

"Absolute power, the restraint of Paradise Mountain, transcendence of time."

Pope Mo Fan clenched his fist, his eyes filled with hope and relief.

Never before has the advantage been so absolute.

This was also the closest he had ever come to "going home".

"The moment has finally come, Lin Ling. You are a worthy opponent, but now, it's all coming to an end."

Pope Mo Fan flicked his finger at Lin Ling in mid-air.

The whole world seemed to have been erased, like a white line drawn on the Mona Lisa with white paint, returning everything to nothingness.

Lin Ling's figure disappeared, along with the underwater mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles.

They all vanished with a single, light flick.

"It feels unreal."

Looking at the spot where Lin Ling disappeared, the world has begun to restore the damaged space.

He has lost count of how many times he has started over, each time experiencing soul-crushing grief.

Each time was incredibly difficult, but in the end, it was all a complete failure.

Until this time, every step was within his expectations, even the scene of Lin Ling's final disappearance was in his imagination.

When a dream comes true, it's easy to lose sight of reality.

"Now, as long as I get rid of the other me, I can start my journey home. That's great."

Pope Mo Fan had just turned around, preparing to teleport to the Dragon Kingdom.

A faint heartbeat quietly sounded behind him.
　The book is completely dead in print; it'll probably be finished in the next couple of days. The pacing is too fast; there's no way it can last long. Sigh.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)