MTL - Versatile Mage

A heavy push, Mo Fan only feels like a broken mirror, so clean that you can instantly pour the air in the lungs into the body.

Those zombie muscles, those coagulated blood, those memories that are gradually forgotten... It’s as if everything is alive, including your own immortal body and rotten soul!

Mo Fanping lay down and lifted his head, but he screwed his head. In the huge dark abyss of the sinking corner, there was a person who was getting farther and farther away from him. He was wrapped up by those turbid and decaying. A little bit of distance, it becomes small.

Mo Fan didn't dare to go see it again, closing his eyes tightly.

The eyes are particularly dry, and my heart is filled with cockroaches, and my mind is still echoing the words that Mu Bai said.

Fallen angel...

Can you still return to this world?

If you can't come back.

In that place, he has been vulnerable to fragility, fear, madness, collapse, despair, and why he has the courage to fall for the second time...

......

"Mofan!"

"Mofan!!"

"Mofan!!"

There were some voices coming from the ear, and Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes. The sun shone on his cheeks, and the wind blew on his skin, and many worried about himself. People, Mo Fan can hear the joy of their call to themselves...

It’s just a short time to fall into hell, but why is it like a world apart, so how long will the person who really sinks into it experience? ?

I thought that I would become a big hero in the future. Everyone in the end would do better than myself, and it would be worth living for a lifetime.

"why!!!"

"When did it start, my Michael wants to let a true heresy disappear from this world and still needs the permission of those of you!!" Michael saw Mofan float from the abyss of purgatory, the whole person Almost crazy! !

From trial to rebellion, to this increasingly fierce struggle, it is so difficult for the Holy City to kill a person. Without absolute sanctions, the sorcerer and the demon law will only become more and more flooded. By that time people Will be dominated by the demon, and will be reduced to the food of the demon empire, is it that people are remembering the era of the slaves of the ancient gods, that is the human civilization is going backwards!

Without the Holy City, there is no magic convention, no sorcerer is prohibited, and this fragile magical civilization will be trampled by the other lords of the plane without a little dignity!

"You have to bear the crimes of the ages!!" Michael pointed to Mofan, who came back from hell, almost swearing.

"I have heard enough of you to make people feel disgusting!" Mo Fan's blood not only began to flow in the body, but also gradually boiling, Mofan at this time is like a descendant of an ancient demon, just one The change of point is a little bit stronger.

Because of the eight souls of heaven and earth, the good soul and the evil spirit coexist, half of his power is filled with the sacred and noble essence, and the other half contains the extremely evil essence.

His body began to burn with flames. It is derived from the sacred totem of the St. Totem Suzaku, the king of Wan Yu, and the silk of every flame reveals the sacred honor and the supreme supremacy.

But in his bones, there is another demon from the bottom of the darkness. The flame of the devil is born from the blood, and the anger of the deep heart is used as a fuel. The evil inflammation turns his eyes into a pair. The konjac that melts through the soul of the human being, reveals the madness of a demon **** demon...

These two kinds of flames are in communism, and in Mofan’s body, especially in this short period of time, they experienced the fury of Suzaku’s Nirvana and the devil. Now Mofan, standing between the two holy cities, can’t tell. Whether he is more divine or more magical!

"I just want to use the blood of your dirty and stinking angel to pay homage to everyone who is persecuted by you and cannot survive in this world. Do you know how much each of them is in love with this world?" Mo Fan watched Michael.

He clearly has the two most extreme flames in the world. He should have angered and burned the sky, so that the glory of the glory is eclipsed, but people feel the coldness of the nine secluded from Mofan's body. Surrounded by everyone, the soul trembles involuntarily, obviously a resentment against Michael, but it seems to be vented to the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people!

In Michael's eyes, there is always only his idea of ​​being above, and he is the guardian god.

But who is persecuted by him, which one does not love everything here?

It is precisely because of the rarity that you are not willing to pick up a meaningless battle, and you want to end all these disputes with your own sacrifice...

It’s just that some people don’t always understand that this kind of beauty and tranquility is based on one person who is willing to pay. It’s not Michael’s contempt for all human beings who want to eradicate dissidents! !

Most people in the world can be blinded by the brilliant radiance of Michael's sixteen wings. They can also succumb to the people who struggled in the quagmire in the false tranquility, but they have seen the true noble soul. Will never agree, and will never compromise! !

"Let me live well..."

This is not what Mu Bai said to himself. It is every lingering person in memory. They hold this fragile world, but they sink into the quagmire little by little, before suffocating, dying. Before, from the heart to say to yourself.

I am not the lucky one in the mud, but the expectations of all.

There are too many people's shoulders under their own feet, even if they fall down, there are people who hold their own backs and don't let themselves sink!

Why do you have to laugh at the heights?

Why can't you reach out and pull these people, they are wrapped in mud and can't suffocate, their eyes filled with tears are eager for true light.

Shouldn't angels on earth give hope to people?

Why do you have to use your feet to step on these people! !

"In the fall, you are not worthy of being my righteous soul. My righteous soul, even if the soul eternal life indulges in the darkness, he still does not die in my heart!"

There are eight soul mountains behind Mo Fan, one by one.

Mo Fan turned around and reached out to the emptiness of the soul, and grasped the soul of the autumn.

The soul mountain was caught in the hands of Mo Fan, and was crushed by the cold and terrible Mo Fan! !

Self-destruction!

This is a very painful process, but Mo Fan still has no trace of expression, you can see that the star mark on the Mofan chest and the shackles in the soul are also crushed together with Mofan's incomparably cruel way!

The devil and the Suzaku's inflammation merge, and the gods coexist.

The heavens and the earth are good and evil, and there is a soul mountain in the air.

The seven souls are in the world, and one soul is in hell.

Mo Fan knows that he can't have a complete soul in his life, but he will become stronger because of this broken soul! !

......

The black star is completely crushed with Mofan's self-destruction, and the shocking mark on the chest instantly turns into a hot Suzaku inflammation, the flame sweeps, and the wound of the chest has been quickly cured. , became the muscle of the melt!

The fire of Suzaku, bright as rainbow, with the disappearance of the mark of the star, these flames become more beautiful, they stretched out little by little behind Mofan's back, like the amazing when breaking into a butterfly The wings slowly open from the thick silkworm cocoons!

The other side is the maddening devil's fire, pure black, the demon's blood is awakening, the black flame wing and the Suzaku Yan Yu stretched out on both sides of the sky.

Exaggerated feathers that are not layered like angels, whether it is the body of Suzaku or the body of the devil, only one is born, half is Suzaku Hongyan Shengyu, half is the wing of the demon black flame, but two The people are huge!

The two wings completely obscured this piece of sky. The east and west sides of the holy city were shrouded in the two wings with huge contrasts. It was like two flames burning in the sky, and you couldn’t see the end!

"I will first break you off one of the angels of your gods. You and Saliye should squat on the ground with blood, and see the faces of everyone who is carrying weights. How many of them are there? Hate the holy city, hate you for these hypocritical masters!"

Mo Fan flapped his wings, and the wings of the two Tianxia whipped up two flames of burning the sky. His speed could not be seen with the naked eye. Only the devil's fire and the Suzaku's inflammation were like the gorgeous sky. Spread out the constant rendering!

The shuttle passed the second dimension, but the shocking inflammation of the sky was closely followed.

Mo Fan appeared in front of Michael, and Michael had a golden sacred barrier around him, like a metal ball that protected Michael.

“嘭!!!!!!”

The golden guardian ball was broken into a large piece of light and shadow, and the whole person of Michael fell from the sky, and squatted in the magnificent temple of the Holy City!

Under the magic fire, the sky was rolled over to the earth, and the Holy City of the Earth was instantly transformed into a flame city where two fires coexisted. No house could be spared.

"First!"

Mofan didn't know when it had appeared in the place where Michael had fallen. He stepped on Michael's shoulder with one foot and grabbed the outermost one of the sixteen wings behind Michael!

The wing is hot and extremely hot, with a very strong burning effect of the light. When Mofan grabs the wing roots, he is immediately burnt and fleshy, and his hands are bleeding.

But compared to the real trauma of the heart, this pain in the ** has not felt much for Mo Fan. He slammed on Michael and did not give Michael a chance to get up, not to care. That holy feather is burning!

Grabbing the wings, the hard-boiled fold from Michael's back bones, you can see the blood springs that are extremely blushing, and there is a hole in the back of Michael! !

"I want to make your soul smashed!!!" Michael groaned in pain.

"boom!!!!!!!!"

The golden energy burst from Michael's body, like a golden needle that can pierce everything. There are millions of people. For a time, the holy city and the holy city of the sky are baptized by these golden rains. The plains were not spared, and all became hollow honeycomb plains.

Michael repulsed Mofan, but the wing of the angel could not be restored. There were only fifteen on his back, and each one was stained with blood, including his Tsing Yi. So clean!

Michael glanced at the temple behind him, burning a ash.

Another glance at the ancient and holy city, also turned into a ruin, and the broken wings, the most proud wings of the sixteen-winged blazing angel, the holy feather that is different from the mortal...

The pain and anger were manifested on Michael's face, making his face look awkward.

He stared at Mo Fan and hated the extreme!

In the long trials before, Michael’s attitude towards Mo Fan was nothing more than a public attitude. There was not much hatred and resentment in his eyes. There was only one kind of high and low level of disgust.

But as the situation continues to change, Michael's hatred of Mo Fan has reached a peak.

Just because this person is so alive that everything is rebellious, is such a person not the ultimate heresy? ?

"Only if I personally tear you apart, people will not provoke the majesty of the 16-winged blazing angel!" Even if Michael folded a wing, it would not affect his combat effectiveness.

He rushed to the sea of ​​fire in the city, and the inexhaustible van Goghs in the flames grew wildly. Those van Goghs seemed to absorb any violent material into their own nourishment. When Michael was killed in front of Mo Fan, The Vatican's Vine has overshadowed all the magic fires and grew outside the city!

Michael flew to Mofan, and the Vatican in the city was like a tsunami of blue plants. The horror hit the Mofan, the light on the top of Mofan was being covered, and Michael and the black-pressed Vatican melted. In order to integrate, the Vatican tsunami has become more exaggerated!

From the holy city to the thousand-hole-stricken plains, and the avalanche trail that had rolled down from the Alps before, the van Goghs of Michael were all swallowed, and the fire of Mofan’s Suzaku and the fire of the devil could not be burned. The sacred plants, but the flame constantly nourishes these powerful van Gogh...

From the holy city to the plains, and from the plains to the slowly rolling hills, the southernmost colleges of the Alpine Academy were not spared. The van Goghs were like an epic jungle spread disaster. All things, take all the nutrients in the world and turn them into a plant annihilation!

The earth was run over by the jungle of the Vatican, and all the sights were the vines and the flowers of the Vatican, and even the snow and the mountains disappeared!

And Michael's figure gradually emerged, he suspended above the epic Vatican, arrogantly looking down below, looking for Mo Fan where the van Gogh did not know where to bury.

"The second one!"

Mofan’s voice rang from the very close of Michael, and saw a claw with a black blade gripping Michael’s wing tightly, twisting heavily, and the wings connected to the back of the shoulder. The bones suddenly made a loud noise! !

"Ah!!!!!!!!" Michael screamed, this pain was stronger than the first wing that had been cut off before, and Michael's five senses were twisted together!

(Two chapters in one chapter together!)