So I'm a sheep.

The little girl flapped her wings and rushed out: "Clark, you devil's lackey, your life is forfeit!!!"

Just as the Arcane Emperor was about to explode with rage after being berated by the Drow Mistress, the Archangel suddenly arrived.

"Perfect timing to test your mettle!"

The staff in his hand slammed down, and the Great Disintegration Spell... inexplicably failed to be cast?

In the brief moment of stunned silence, the light of life swept over.

"Ok?"

Sensing something was wrong, the little girl quickly looked down, and Death's scythe took away a strand of her hair.

He quickly turned around and saw the Arcane Emperor floating not far away with a cold smile.

"The power of miracles is really a headache. I've cast the Great Disintegration spell hundreds of times, and there shouldn't be any possibility of it failing."

"Hmph, Clark, you haven't even mastered your own skills, yet you're blaming me?"

As he spoke, the strand of black hair that the Arcane Emperor had wrapped around his fingertips suddenly burst into flames.

The man frowned deeply. He had intended to use the angel's hair to cast a curse, but he was immediately met with a backlash.

After shaking his hand twice, the fire not only did not subside, but instead grew larger.

'Oh no!' Clark suddenly remembered something.

He just used the medium to launch a curse against 'Sariye', however, that guy Olina seems to have said that the archangel in front of him was named by the goddess herself?

Volume 1: Chapter 290 Defeat

He summoned the 'Scythe of Death' once more. This time, the scythe did not strike the archangel, but instead, under the latter's bewildered gaze, severed Clark's own right hand.

The right hand, enveloped in flames, fell. The Arcane Emperor waited nervously for a moment, then finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

'Thankfully, the backlash wasn't as terrible as I imagined.'

'Hmph, so this is what they call the goddess's mercy...'

"Archangel's Flying Kick!"

Although the little girl was surprised by the Emperor of Arcane's self-harm, now was the time to strike while the iron was hot and finish him off!

Teleportation failed.

Energy shield, activate!

Ka Ka Ka Ka

While the shield blocked the archangel for a brief moment, Clark teleported once again.

Fortunately, the spell did not fail due to the interference of the Miracle Light.

'Approximately one out of every three spells cast will fail due to interference from the opponent.'

Even if I'm using silent instant cast, this is still a bit of a headache.

"Ah, Clark has been found!"

The archangel descended from the sky, and many black tentacles immediately appeared around the Arcane Emperor.

Touch of Shadows!

"It has no feel at all."

Clark frowned deeply as he watched the archangel casually tear the tentacles into pieces.

The light of miracles was constantly interfering with his spellcasting, but the angel, with his brute force, managed to sever the touch of shadow.

'After fighting for so long, I haven't found any obvious weaknesses in her; she's the worst all-around opponent...'

A strong gust of wind hit him, and Clark vanished from the spot once again.

"..."

Not bad, this teleportation is practically a divine skill.

Sasha casually brushed aside a few fireballs the size of washbasins, then looked at the emperor not far away and smiled.

Clark always reappeared within his line of sight, suggesting that this teleportation had a distance limit.

Moreover, due to the interference of the Miracle Light, he would sometimes fail to cast spells.

'Phew, even though it's a thousand-year-old monster, it's not that bad in a real fight.'

'Clark, your end is nigh!'

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May the light of life bless you, and may the angels unleash their full power!

"Varied......"

The moment he teleported in, the Arcane Emperor felt a violent force explode from his back.

The priceless emperor's robe automatically withstood the attack, but was then completely destroyed.

Teleported again, great, success!

However, as soon as he appeared, Clark sensed the presence of the Archangel behind him once again.

Without any hesitation, Clark teleported again.

Teleport, teleport, teleport again...

Teleportation failed!

Even the energy shield of the Archangel couldn't keep up with the speed of the Archangel, and the Arcane Emperor was punched through by the little girl.

Teleport!

Before the Arcane Emperor could even finish spitting out his blood, the Archangel struck again.

Teleport!

In a very short, high-intensity exchange, Clark's decline became glaringly obvious.

To unleash a spell that can truly harm the archangel, you must give him some time to prepare.

However, Clark simply didn't have the time!

When the teleportation failed once again, the man's face turned ashen.

It's over,

I lost.

I'm dying.

'...'

'Honey, stop daydreaming.'

'Run away quickly!'

Clark's eyes narrowed as he noticed a slender finger pressing against the archangel's fist.

"Quick, quick, my finger is broken! My finger is going to break!!!"

As the cracking sound rang out, Clark vanished in a series of teleportations.

"Hmph, you escaped pretty quickly."

Sasha frowned and examined the broken finger in front of her eyes again and again. There was no trace of blood, and it didn't feel like a real finger to the touch.

'Some kind of disposable item?'

A huge cheer suddenly rang out. The little girl turned around and saw the black dragon swallow the ugly-cute monster lord into its belly.

With a powerful flap of its wings, the black dragon flattened several old men whose faces had turned drastically pale, and then shed a string of tears.

Seeing the black dragon's behavior, and recalling what it had said before about its wife being killed by Clark, the little girl had some vague guesses.

"Alas, Brother Heilong, please accept my condolences."

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“Sariel betrayed humanity and the surface world. She colluded with those underground city lords, cough, cough cough cough cough.”

"Honey, your injury hasn't healed yet, don't get too excited."

"No, there's no time to waste."

"Someone come here and draft an imperial edict for me!"

"Your Majesty, I am here!"

"..."

Looking at the pale-faced man kneeling in front of him with a puzzled expression, Clark thought for a long time but still couldn't remember his name.

"His Majesty"

Under Clark's prolonged stare, the handsome man, kneeling on the ground, said hesitantly, "You...you want it now? Please be gentle."

"!?"

What do I want? What the hell do I want?!

"Olina!!!"

"Gently, gently, darling, you're going to deafen me."

"Who is this guy?"

"Hehe, he is your concubine."

For a moment, Clark almost doubted that he had heard correctly.

"Him, my concubine?"

"Yes, during the time you were away, I organized a grand talent show throughout the entire Arcane Empire."

"Among thousands of candidates, I kept choosing and choosing, and finally selected eighteen who were barely acceptable."

"Yellow Oriole is one of them. By the way, Yellow Oriole is the new name I gave him..."