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

Chapter 221 The world returns to peace, and we return to the holy city in glory!
"No need, there are more important things waiting for us to do right now." Michael suddenly turned around, and his white clothes reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

He pressed his left hand on the wound of the broken wing, and dark golden blood dripped through his fingers, burning wisps of green smoke on the reef.

An Jing nodded slightly, tapping his fingertips on the Chaos Trident, causing blue ripples to appear on the blade. He looked toward Miami, where the tattered robes of the Forbidden Spell Mages still floated on the sea.

"Let's go to Miami first." He said in a deep voice, "After all, the Temple of Liberty has sent so many forbidden spells, we must bring back their remaining remains."

An Jing's eyes swept across the devastated sea, and the Chaos Trident trembled slightly in his hand.

The floating remains of forbidden spells still lingered with magical fluctuations. These were the most elite combat forces of the Temple of Freedom, as well as some forbidden spells that silently died for no fame or fortune.

Although he didn't spend a long time with these forbidden spells, he had to let them return to their roots no matter what.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the halberd.

Instantly, countless silver threads emerged from the void, gently enveloping the scattered robes, wands, and remains. Each relic was carefully stored within the rifts of time and space, even the imperial blood staining them remained in its frozen state.

Michael watched An Jing's movements, his blood-stained wings folding slightly. He understood the significance of this action. The Temple of Freedom had sent nearly dozens of forbidden spellcasters, and now all they could bring back were these cold relics.

The sea breeze blew up Yuri's broken shoulder armor, and she suddenly knelt on one knee: "Your Excellency has considered it carefully." The silver threads wrapped around the remains reminded her of the soul-guiding veil used in her hometown to commemorate the heroic spirits.

"Let's go, set off for Miami."

At the same time, on the other side.

At the western end of the Alps, a pristine land nourished by millennia-old glacial meltwater basks in the morning light. The snowwater here is crystal clear, free of any impurities, flowing across the emerald plains like liquid crystal.

In the center of this vast and pure land, stands an ancient and magnificent city.

The moment you step into this holy city, time and space seem to be dislocated.

The mottled bluestone pavement beneath my feet, every crack etched with the marks of a thousand years of wind and frost. The towering city walls cast a majestic shadow, the ancient defensive runes still faintly flowing, emitting a faint blue magical glow.

The streets of the holy city are like works of art meticulously crafted by a divine craftsman. Every tile is engraved with intricate star patterns, emitting a mithril-like glow in the sunlight.

The exterior walls of the buildings on both sides of the street are inlaid with colorful magic crystals, which change into thousands of rainbow colors as the sun's shadows move.

Countless pale golden magic barriers were floating in the air, covering the entire city like a veil.

These barriers sometimes gather into blooming roses, and sometimes stretch out into a phoenix with spread wings, making the holy city look like a noble lady wearing a veil, mysterious and elegant.

Atop the towering gates of the Holy City, Archangel Remiel stood alone beside a white jade railing. His six pairs of pure white wings stretched slightly in the twilight, each feather radiating a pale golden holy light.

Day after day, this noble archangel lingered on the city bridge spanning the icy river, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the horn of judgment hanging from his waist, his emerald eyes piercing the clouds, always gazing at the distant horizon.

The pilgrims passing by looked up at the lonely figure on the city gate, but no one dared to disturb him.

“It’s too risky.”

Dusk gradually deepened above the Holy City's dome. Remiel spread his wings for the sixth time before slowly folding them. His fingertips unconsciously traced the fresh crack in the prophecy. Three days ago, when Michael's Holy Flame Beacon suddenly dimmed, this crack had appeared out of nowhere in the chapter that recorded the doomsday prophecy.

The emerald pupils reflected the thunder that moved through the clouds. As one of the few archangels who knew the plan,
He knew about Michael and An Jingxun's travels in the human world, and he also knew that they had a very important plan, which was to hunt emperors overseas.

And they are the most dangerous imperial twins in the world!
If the Emperor Gemini were successfully hunted down and their remains brought back to the Holy City, the reputation of both An Jing and Michael would reach a whole new height.

Even the Holy City has risen with the tide and reappeared in the public eye.

The idea and the beginning are very beautiful, but it is extremely difficult to put it into action!
He knew Michael's strength inside and out, but how strong was An Jing? Not to mention Remiel, maybe even Michael himself didn't know.

It has been more than ten years since An Jing left the Holy City to travel the human world. When he left, he was only at the intermediate level. Although he was protected by the angel soul, even the forbidden spell master could not do anything to him.

But that doesn't mean An Jing has the capital to provoke the emperor.

This is exactly what Remiel is most worried about. He is afraid that the two will never come back, and the Emperor Gemini will not be able to hunt successfully but will become the Emperor's food.
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Gradually.
Time flies, and several days have passed.

Sun rose and moon set, and the bells of the holy city echoed through the Alpine valleys for seven full days and nights. Remiel stood like a statue at the end of the white jade bridge, the morning dew condensing on his six pairs of wings barely drying before the dusk dampened them again.

At dawn on the seventh day, the river of ice and snow suddenly began to ripple unnaturally. Remiel looked up suddenly and saw something in front of the city gate not far away.

Three figures stepped on the void and headed straight towards the holy city.

The man in the front held a bronze wheel with star tracks wrapped around it, and with every step he took, phantoms of gears bloomed under his feet.

The moment he raised his eyes, Remiel felt a chill run down his spine! What kind of eyes were those? The left pupil reflected the gear matrix of the Eye of Spacetime, while the right eye burned with the dark blue flame of the Chaos Trident.

"I, An Jing, the Archangel of the Holy City—"

The sound wave exploded like thunder, and the glass of the buildings throughout the holy city shattered instantly! The shadow of Emperor Keke behind An Jing suddenly expanded, and the bronze gears with a diameter of one kilometer blocked out the sky. The hour and minute hands made a deafening roar as they crossed.

Remiel's wings froze in mid-air, his emerald eyes reflecting the scene at the center of the gear matrix—the Dominant Emperor was "difficult" to be pierced by seventy-two star track chains.

Each chain connected to the forbidden souls it had devoured. Those translucent blue spirits were shrilly screaming, tearing the emperor's roar to pieces!

“Touring the world for decades”

An Jing descended the stairs through the void, the Chaos Trident spinning in his palm. Wherever the trident's tip passed, the Holy City's thousand-year-old defensive barrier automatically made way, as if welcoming its true master.

"Today, the emperor was captured alive—"

"return!"

ps: Here comes the first chapter!!!
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