Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf

As soon as Chen Xian left, the Void Army roared like a surging black tide, sweeping across the entire capital. Among the ruins, the smoke and bloody smell became thicker.

The general was exhausted and desperate. Looking at the Void Army approaching step by step, he couldn't even hold the long sword magic weapon in his hand. Around him were several completely brainwashed and loyal military magicians. Although they were terrified, they still forced themselves to form defensive magic, trying to win a glimmer of life for the general.

However, the surging offensive of the Void Army instantly hit it to the point of collapse, and the purple Void tentacles tirelessly hit every weak point of the defensive magic. With a click, the barrier broke, and the military mages were directly hit by the tentacles, screaming and flying backwards, falling heavily into the ruins, and the next moment they were submerged by endless void monsters.

The general bared his teeth and cast a super-class magic. In an instant, golden flames ignited out of thin air, transforming into a majestic flaming lion with flaming mane and sharp claws flashing coldly, rushing towards the void army. Wherever the lion passed, the smell of burning was pervasive, and the ground was burned into dark gullies, forcing back a large number of void monsters.

But the void army was not afraid at all. At the command of the leader, the purple void tentacles increased instantly, like dense long whips, lashing at the flaming lion frantically. The void magic is extremely corrosive. The moment it touches the flame, the golden flames sizzle and the light gradually fades.

Not long after, the general was also submerged in the endless void tentacles. Those tentacles were like sticky black pythons, wrapping around the general layer by layer, tightening more and more, deeply embedded in the flesh, blood oozing out, dyeing the clothes red. The general struggled hard, but could not use even a single bit of magic to try to break free from the restraints, but the void tentacles were very resilient and did not move at all.

His face was twisted with pain and anger, his eyes widened, staring at the approaching void army, roaring continuously, but was drowned out by the roars of the monsters.

Watching from afar, some people looked reluctant and turned away quietly, but most people thought of the days when they were oppressed by harsh policies in the past, and their eyes were only cold, and even had the pleasure of revenge.

Soon, the general's cultivation was abolished, and the whole person was hung high in the capital square. What greeted him next was the favors that could never be repaid!

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The investigative mages of the Asian Magic Association and the Holy Court of Inquisition finally went back and forth. When they arrived in the Sun Country, the people of this country had basically transformed into the Void Family.

The general and his loyal magician group have all been killed. The general who was hung in the square has also died suddenly because he has received too much kindness from the people. He burned into a real sun.

In the end, the magicians of the investigation team could only kill a few Void clansmen to vent their anger and returned empty-handed. Before leaving, they also captured a few small leaders of the Void Army, probably for research.

The news of the demise of the Sun Country was like an overwhelming black storm, sweeping the world in an instant, and countries fell into extreme panic and deep contemplation.

Basically, martial law has been imposed on the borders and entry and exit of each country. Everyone also believes that this is caused by a biochemical virus. As for who released this virus, it is assumed that it is the Black Jue Ting.

The Holy City and the Five Continents Magic Association attach great importance to it. Judging from the conclusion of the Si Research Association, this seems to be a product born from a new magic system, and every infected body will awaken this magic.

The new magic system is something that touches the bottom line of the Holy City. The Five Continents Magic Association is also very concerned. They are the makers of the Magic Convention and will never allow any other magic system to be born and spread privately.

The long-immersed Saint Shadows are out again, just to find out the real mastermind. Although the Five Continents Magic Association is also very interested in this matter, they dare not offend the Holy City. Only the Asian Speaker Su Lu has thought about this highly contagious method.

Su Lu is ambitious and can naturally see what kind of impact this magic can have on the world. If he can master it, then the chance of rebelling against the Holy City will be even greater.

Unfortunately, they are destined to have no chance. Chen Xian has left the Sun Country and found a Feng Shui treasure land to refine the fourth small heaven seed. You Meng has also set his sights on other small countries and did not stay in the Sun Country. Here, it is left to those spokespersons to develop themselves.

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Two months later, Parthenon, Snow Festival!

The election of the goddess of the Parthenon, which had been postponed for many years, was finally going to be held this year. The people of Athens seemed to have experienced an extremely long war, and the days of darkness were finally coming to an end.

In the city, two towering statues rose from the ground and stood quietly, like two silent guardians. They were the two goddess candidates who entered the final competition - Saint Asharuya and Saint Ye Xinxia.

The statue of Asharuya was like the god of war. The long sword in her hand was cold and sharp. The shiny and solid armor around her body reflected the cold light in the sunlight, showing her heroic posture to the fullest. The aura of the fighting saint was overwhelming, as if the song of victory had already sounded on her tongue.

On the other hand, the statue of Ye Xinxia was unarmed, but had its own delicate and graceful beauty. She has a lithe figure, and her frail and gentle temperament is like lingering smoke. The slender olive branch in her hand trembles in the wind, and the other hand is placed elegantly on her chest. Her eyebrows are lowered, and she is quiet and gentle, full of peace and wisdom, as if she can calm all the restlessness and disputes in the world.

As soon as the two saints with different styles finished their speeches, the city of Athens was filled with thunderous cheers and the crowd was instantly excited. The believers were full of enthusiasm and could not wait to bow and salute. Their eyes were full of piety and passion. They wished they could swear allegiance to the goddess they recognized at this moment. They were so eager that they could not wait even a second.

This public canvassing was the last appearance before the election. After that, the final election result would be decided at the Fenhua Festival.

After the speech, Asharuya and Ye Xinxia looked at each other. When their eyes met, undercurrents surged but were fleeting. Neither of them said anything more. They turned around tacitly and walked towards the Goddess Peak.

At the intersection, the two went their separate ways. Asharuya strode back to her Saint's Hall. She strode over the threshold, and the crisp sound of her high heels hitting the floor resounded through the empty hall, and every sound revealed her troubles.

"Pour me a glass of water!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, breaking the silence in the hall.

A maid ran out of the side room in a hurry, holding the cup in both hands. After Asharuya took it, she raised her head and took a big gulp, without any of her usual elegance.

Obviously, Ye Xinxia brought her a lot of pressure. Her right to speak in the entire Parthenon was suppressed to the lowest level, and there were very few people who supported her.