Full-Time Magister: Dark Lord

But....

What am I now? Suppressed, utterly suppressed!

"what!!"

Sariel was incredulous, but as he plummeted to the ground with the third wing breaking off, he had already determined the extent of Cao Le's danger!

Moreover, this person really does things without any regard for consequences...

The angels seemed to have no authority whatsoever in front of Cao Le.

"Crack!!!"

what! ! !

Wings... were being plucked one after another, even as Sariel began to beg for mercy, but unfortunately, Cao Le completely ignored him...

After all his wings were broken, the place was restored to its original state.

And Sariel, the once invincible and most powerful angel, the Angel of Slaughter, was thus rendered useless...

"Oh!"

Cao Le stepped on Sariel's head: "You won't be the first angel I destroy, nor will you be the last. Don't worry, I'll send the rest of the trash to reunite with you."

"You...you are rebelling against the Holy City! You are rebelling against humanity!!" Sariel said unwillingly.

"So what...?" Cao Le let out another cold laugh.

yes?

so what?

It seems that Cao Le has never taken the Holy City angels seriously.

The ancient king who died in the holy city was clearly dead, yet his undead empire kept appearing.

It's also under Cao Le's control!

However, Cao Le is not Zhan Kong. Not to mention that there is no one who can kidnap him to the Holy City, even if there were, would Cao Le obediently walk into the trap like Zhan Kong?

The most tragic thing is that this place was originally a killing field he arranged, but in the end, it became his own.

"That's it??" Mo Fan looked at the angel who had been stripped alive and said in disbelief.

Not to mention Mo Fan, even Lingling was stunned.

The angels of the holy city are gods from birth.

Shouldn't they be very strong?

In particular, Sariel is at least as strong as Gabriel.

He was even more powerful because he had lived for a very long time and had long since mastered divine power.

but....

Even in this state, he was still unable to resist?

The destructive magic can no longer be cast...

Now, he's completely useless. His angelic wings have been stripped away!

Mo Fan looked at Cao Le and told Lingling about what happened in Dubai. At that time, Shaga was already very strong; even though she was countered by the Black Dragon, she could still hold her own against two opponents.

When Shaga transforms into an angel, she possesses power comparable to an emperor. While she can't kill, she can certainly put up a fight.

Sariel was undoubtedly stronger, but he was only capable of contending with emperors; he was simply not qualified to fight Cao Le.

At this moment, Sariel could not see the condition of his back, only feeling a burning pain.

He was in pain. He hadn't even had a chance to use his full strength, he hadn't even revealed his trump card, and this was the result.

Most mages have lost the ability to fight in close combat, but in this world system, mages who have the ability to fight in close combat are several levels stronger than those of the same level. All their offensive methods and intentions are not easily detected by obvious "spellcasting".

Cao Le happens to have the same advantage as the angels. He can also engage in close combat, and his close combat ability is evident from the fact that he tore off the angel's wings!

Sariel's face began to turn pale.

Clearly, the wound on his back was beginning to affect him; he became weak, and his strength had completely vanished.

He might be the most tragic angel in history.

It had just recovered, but then it lost its wings?

Having just reached the top, he was immediately thrown off his pedestal...

"Gaba!"

When he had experienced the extreme pain, Cao Le finally gave him a release. Sariel's head was separated from his body, just like picking up a melon from a field, looking at it, thinking it wasn't good, and then casually throwing it aside.

Hiss hiss hiss~~~

The corrosive power of darkness instantly turned it into ashes.

such a pity!

Regardless of their nature, angels, with their ancient power, cannot become undead. Otherwise, Cao Le would really want to have them remade.

"Let's go back." After dealing with the other party, Cao Le looked at Mo Fan and Lingling and said.

"Is that all?" Lingling asked, taken aback.

"Ah."

Mo Fan then said, "Cao Le, I don't understand..."

"I don't understand why I kill angels like slaughtering dogs, but don't head straight for the Holy City?" Cao Le asked rhetorically.

"Ah."

This angel is indeed strong, but to Cao Le, is he just a weakling?

It could have been easily resolved, so why didn't Cao Le just go to their door?

"Do you know about the power within the Holy City?" Cao Le asked Lingling.

Lingling was silent for a moment, then finally shook her head.

She really didn't know much about the Holy City...

"In the Holy City, there are not only fourteen-winged angels, but also sixteen-winged angels who surpass even orthodox emperors. If they were to attack, even an emperor might not be able to win. Perhaps some emperors would not be easy for them to kill, but there is no denying that they are very strong!"

"And the Holy City has at least two sixteen-winged angels. The remaining forbidden spell holy shadows are countless, along with super-level mage groups, top-level mages... In addition, the Holy City has an ancient magic array. If we go there now, it will be a one-way trip."

Cao Le shrugged and continued, "Knowing that I can't win by going, of course I'll continue to wait for an opportunity. Walking into a trap is not my style. And if these angels come out and lose all their advantages, they are really nothing to me."

The Holy City is not simply a place where angels reside.

That contains very strange and ancient magic.

Given my current situation, it wouldn't be wise to charge in recklessly!

So what do we do now?

"Wait!"

...

A few days later...

On the western foothills of the Alps lies a vast plain nourished by some of the world's cleanest glacial meltwater, where a magnificent and ancient city stands.

Stepping into this place is like traveling through time and space back to the prosperous era of Europe, with its towering city walls, ancient city gates, and clear, icy rivers winding around.

The city's architecture is exquisite, and its streets are spotless. Some colorful magical barriers are like veils gently veiling the holy city, making her even more beautiful.

This is a city of miracles, attracting countless tourists every year with its unique style. But it is also a city of faith, the supreme faith of all practicing mages. The path of magical cultivation is so arduous, so long, so tedious and painful, yet the thought of having a place in this holy city fills one with strength…

This is naturally the holy city, full of color, especially the gold that represents holiness, the rose gold that represents femininity, the white sand gold that represents purity, and the brown gold that represents majesty.

However, today the holy city is filled with another color: black, the black of mourning the dead, black symbols that can be seen everywhere.

Black feathers and black cloth flags were stuck all over the street corner.

Believers in the holy city, dressed as black monks, walked slowly, holding a black chalice in their hands. They dipped willow branches in the clean water inside and sprinkled it on the road, which held special significance...

This is a ritual in the holy city.

The Holy City Mourning is an extremely solemn ceremony that is only witnessed when an archangel of the Holy City passes away!

Such a scene hadn't been seen for countless years. But today... the fall of Archangel Sariel has instilled in Michael an even more terrifying threat... one that is now unstoppable!

"He died for us."

“Sariel’s name will be inscribed on the sacred monument of the Alps.”

"We will remember this and will definitely bring that villain to justice!!"

"We will search to the ends of the earth, we will pursue his evil breath, we will never give up until we capture him and bring him to his death, in order to pray for the soul of Archangel Sariel!"

Above the city gate, Archangel Remiel swore an oath to heaven in his loudest voice.

Unfortunately, he knew very well that the only way to deal with Cao Le right now was through the Holy City. As for the Five Continents Magic Associations?

They are completely unreliable...

...In the dim and damp mine tunnel, Lu Ye carried a mining basket on his back and a mining pick in his hand, walking forward step by step.

The website content is incorrect. Please download the Aiyue app to read the correct content. The boy's expression was somewhat melancholy, his eyes fixed on the empty space in front of him, as if staring at something.

To outsiders, there was nothing in front of Lu Ye, but in the boy's vision, a semi-transparent shadow could be seen.

It resembled the shadow of a tree, hazy and indistinct, with lush branches and twigs that split to the left and right from about a third of the way down the trunk, supporting a semi-circular canopy.

Having been in this world called Kyushu for over a year, Lu Ye still doesn't understand what this thing is. He only knows that when he concentrates his attention enough, there is a chance that this shadow tree will appear in his field of vision, and no one else will notice it at all.

What a tragic life. The young man sighed.

A year ago, he suddenly woke up in this strange world. Before he could even get used to his surroundings, his territory was taken over by a group of bandits. Many people were killed, and he and some other young men and women became prisoners of the bandits and were sent to this mine to become lowly mine slaves.

Only later did he learn from scattered conversations with others that the faction he belonged to was the Haotian Alliance, a sect called the Xuantian Sect.

This sect's name sounds cool and domineering, but in reality it's just a third-rate little sect.

The one that attacked and captured Xuantian Sect was Xieyue Valley, which was under the command of Wanmo Ridge.

Haotian Alliance and Wanmo Ridge are the two major factions in this world, both formed by the alliance of countless forces, large and small, who have been fighting and vying for each other's complete annihilation for hundreds of years.