Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 219: Prince Jing sweeps the wasteland, the war ends
Heidi stood on the broken rocks, the sea breeze lifting her long flaxen hair.

The sea before him had already changed beyond recognition. The islands were shattered into pieces, the reefs were covered with dark purple bloodstains of the emperor, and the air was filled with the breath of chaos and death.

"Teacher Branchi, is this the outside world?" she whispered softly, her fingertips brushing against a piece of gravel engraved with forbidden runes. It was the last relic of a predecessor, and the runes still lingered with faint magical fluctuations.

The sky within a radius of hundreds of miles was torn into a chaotic vortex, and the elemental turbulence in the air intertwined into strange auroras.

The once prosperous island is now dead silent, and even the most ferocious sirens dare not approach this sea filled with the emperor's resentment.

Heidi looked at An Jing's back in the distance. The bronze wheel in the man's hand was still spinning seventy-two star tracks.

She suddenly remembered the scene a few days ago, when the Bermuda Emperor tore through the void and forcibly dragged the idol into the deep sea whirlpool.

At that moment, dozens of forbidden spell masters were torn into pieces by the Emperor Twins, and their blood dyed the entire sea red.
If the idol hadn't returned in time, the entire island would have become a hunting ground for the sirens. Heidi shuddered at the thought. The price of this victory was too heavy.

"Yes, this is the outside world." Bran nodded and said in a heavy tone: "We have stayed in the academy for these years.
I didn’t know that demons could be so powerful.”

He had lived in comfort for too many days, and when he encountered a demon that was slightly stronger than him, he seemed helpless, like fish on a chopping board, allowing the demon to gnaw on it.

Mu Bai did not speak. He just looked at the emperor's wreckage floating on the sea.

The dark purple blood dyed the entire sea area into a strange color. Those deep-sea overlords that were once feared by everyone were now nothing more than floating pieces of flesh and broken bones.

He suddenly recalled the scene of the catastrophe in the ancient capital. Although the undead army at that time was terrifying, it was nothing compared to the deep sea emperors before him who could easily stir up tsunamis thousands of meters high.

What's even more terrifying is that these emperors are just generals under the command of the Bermuda Emperor.
Mu Bai's gaze fell on An Jing again.

The young man who had once fought alongside him in Bo City had now grown into a capable and capable leader of the nation. In just a few short years, he had gone from a high-level mage to a master of forbidden spells—a transformation so rapid it was unbelievable.

The salty smell of the sea breeze swept across his nose, and Mu Bai suddenly noticed the bronze wheel in An Jing's hand. The "difficulty" trapped inside was struggling frantically.
Yet, not even a ripple could be stirred. This absolute oppressive force, this reassuring power.
"It is a blessing for our country that the country is at peace." Mu Bai murmured softly. This war completely overturned Mu Bai's cognition.

He gazed at the devastated sea, the dark purple blood of the Emperor staining the entire area with an eerie hue. The floating remains of the Emperor spoke of An Jing's terrifying power.

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Mo Fan grinned, his demonic scales pulsing with tiny electric currents as he laughed. He stared at the bronze wheel in An Jing's hand. The "difficulty" trapped within it was struggling frantically, yet it couldn't even stir a ripple.

"Brother Jing, if word of your achievements gets back to China," he deliberately dragged out his tone, "I'm afraid even the Speaker of the House would have to step down and make way for someone more capable!"

Thinking of the Mu Clan's expressions when they heard the news, Mo Fan couldn't help but laugh. Capturing the Overlord Emperor alive? He couldn't even imagine such a feat, let alone witness it!

Those were the twin emperors who had ruled the Pacific for centuries, renowned figures in the overseas demon world. As the salty sea breeze blew across his nose, Mo Fan suddenly noticed the bronze wheel in An Jing's hand. The trapped "difficulty" within it struggled frantically, yet couldn't even stir a ripple. This absolute oppressive force, this reassuring strength.
"Tsk tsk, if those people from the Mu family knew about this, wouldn't they have to pack up and run away overnight?" Mo Fan added with a wicked smile.

An Jing tapped the Chaos Trident lightly with his fingertips, and it suddenly uttered a clear dragon's roar. He gazed at the gradually fading Chaos Aurora in the distance, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"The position of Speaker?" He shook his head, the bronze wheel spinning slowly in his palm. "That kind of empty title is better off not having it."

The sea breeze whipped his hair from his forehead, revealing the shadowy image of the gears of time and space beneath his eyes. An Jing knew that after this battle, his name would resound throughout the human world. The floating remains of the emperor, the "difficulties" trapped in the roulette wheel, all spoke of his terrifying power.

What he wanted wasn't a mere appointment, but real influence. Just like now, he could feel countless awe-inspiring eyes fixed on him. This kind of influence, the ability to rally support with a single wave of force, was far more substantial than the position of Speaker.

"Let's go." An Jing turned and walked towards the shore, the bronze wheel spinning in his palm, shining with bright stars. "It's time to go back."

Mo Fan nodded and followed An Jing silently.

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"My Lord!" Yuri stumbled forward, her shattered body braced. Her armor was shattered, her exposed skin covered in dark purple scars, the marks left by the Emperor's twins.

Yuri knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with emotion.

In the distance, An Jing slowly descended on the inverted sea of stars, and the bronze wheel in his hand was spinning with the heart-pounding light of star tracks.

An Jing's spiritual power swept over like a spring breeze, gently lifting Yuri's wounded body. He glanced at the other's shattered armor, and those deep scars that could be seen to the bone silently told of the brutality of the battle.

"How is your injury?" he asked softly, a healing silver light emanating from his fingertips.

Yuri forced himself to stand up straight, even though every bone screamed in pain. "It's just a minor injury. It will heal after a few days of rest."

She looked at Michael being carried away in the distance. The sixteen-winged angel's wings were almost torn to pieces. "Compared to the Archangel, this little injury is nothing."

The sea breeze twirled her messy golden hair, revealing a hideous claw mark on her neck. It was the mark left by the evil eye of "Zai". If An Jing hadn't returned in time, the scar would have pierced her throat.

An Jing said nothing more, simply injecting a wisp of pure healing magic into Yuri's body. He could sense the lingering imperial power in Yuri's meridians, a terrifying energy that even forbidden spells couldn't easily dispel.

"Anyway, it's thanks to you that you saved the Archangel's life. Once the next matter is properly handled, I will go back to your hometown with you.
Suppress the foreign creatures over there with your own hands." An Jing said.

ps: Here comes the first chapter!!!
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