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

Chapter 222: Executing God in front of everyone in the Holy City!
The last four words were like a divine punishment, and Emperor Ke Ke's gears suddenly started spinning in reverse.

The "difficult" trapped inside was forcibly dragged to the top of the main gate of the holy city, and the dark purple blood of the emperor fell on the statue of God like a rainstorm.

Those stone statues that had been silent for thousands of years suddenly opened their eyes at the same time and recited ancient hymns in unison!
The crowds on the street seemed to be frozen in place.

The irises in the flower girl's hands fell to the ground, and the patrolling paladin's sword fell to the ground.

Everyone looked up at the figure floating above the emperor's corpse. The long river of time and space flowed in his left eye, and the fire of chaos burned in his right eye. The brilliance of the angel soul between his eyebrows even overshadowed the rising sun.

“I really did it.”

Remiel's voice was dry and uncharacteristic, even a little unbelievable.

The thousand-year-old bells of the Holy City froze at this moment. The sovereign emperor, imprisoned in the cage of time and space, reflected a suffocating pressure from every scale!
The slightly weaker mages were frightened by the aura of "difficulty" and fainted on the spot.

The feat of capturing the emperor alive was something no one had expected, not even Remiel himself.

Capturing the emperor alive! Is this really something a human can do?!

Moreover, they are the Emperor Gemini, who have the cultivation level of a dominant emperor, enough to crush the angels in the Holy City, including Michael!

The holy city was in unprecedented shock at this moment.

Remiel's wings spread out uncontrollably, each feather trembling slightly. Capturing the Emperor alive! And a dominant being like the Emperor Twins! This completely exceeded his wildest imagination.

Not to mention capturing him alive, even if we kill him and bring his corpse back to the Holy City, it would be enough to be recorded in history!
Along the seven holy avenues, golden holy feathers fluttered like snowflakes. Banners woven with divine magic fluttered in the wind, and the angel totems embroidered on them seemed to come alive, bowing in the direction An Jing was flying from.

"Wow—"

As An Jing stepped into the air, the buildings in the entire holy city began to glow with holy light.

Looking down from the sky, the seven straight temple avenues looked like radiating golden galaxies, and An Jing was the brightest star, slowly flying along the central avenue towards the temple.

He seemed to be happy about An Jing's return.

The holy city is divided into the front city and the back city.

The front city is the seventh district close to the Alps and is also the only district accessible by rail.

An Jing trudged slowly forward through the void, the gilded morning light streaming over his shoulders. The Saint Quartz on either side of the main road into the city lit up with his steps, outlining a brilliant trail of light on the road.

When he stopped in front of Remiel, time and space seemed to stop at this moment.

The usually majestic archangel's emerald pupils trembled slightly at this moment, and even the holy light flowing on his wings began to fluctuate irregularly.

"I haven't seen you in decades." An Jing raised his lips slightly, his fingertips gently stroking the bronze wheel that imprisoned the emperor. The sound of the gears clacking as the wheel turned resonated strangely with the ancient bells of the holy city.

"You are more reserved than before." He chuckled, and the time and space gears in his left eye suddenly reflected the appearance of Remiel when he was young.
When he was still young and sensible, Remiel took good care of him and could be considered half his elder.

Remiel's wings unconsciously folded and stretched, and his emerald pupils contracted violently. He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolling up and down several times before he squeezed out a sound from his dry throat:
"Are you really An Jing?"

His voice trembled with disbelief. He stared intently at the figure before him, whose left eye reflected the vast river of time and space, and whose right eye burned with the fire of chaos, trying to discern the outline of the boy from back then in that unfamiliar face.

"This dominant emperor," Remiel mechanically raised his hand and pointed at the bronze wheel, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, "was also captured by you personally?" It was unbelievable. In just a few decades of not seeing him, he had gone from an ignorant child who couldn't even understand magic to becoming the pillar of the holy city in the blink of an eye.

And they also captured an ocean emperor alive.

Michael's fourteen blood-stained wings slowly folded in the morning light, and dark golden holy blood dripped onto the white jade bridge, burning out wisps of green smoke.

His pale face still bore the scars of his battle with the emperor, but his emerald green eyes shone brighter than ever.

"If An Jing hadn't intervened in time," Michael's voice was soft, yet it caused the bells of the entire Holy City to pause. "What you see now would probably be nothing more than my holy remains."

He raised his hand and lightly touched the penetrating wound on his chest. The power of light emerging from his fingertips entangled with the chaotic energy wrapped around the wound. It was the fatal wound left by the Emperor Gemini, and it was still oozing dark purple emperor blood.

Remiel's pupils suddenly contracted.

He clearly saw that under Michael's shattered holy armor, there were at least seven fatal wounds, all of which were emitting a violent and destructive aura. Although he received timely treatment, the injuries left by an emperor of this level were difficult to recover from.

What does this mean? It means that An Jing not only captured the Overlord Emperor alive, but also protected the dying Michael during the fierce battle!
In an instant, Remiel imagined the scene at that time.

"No, if the Archangel hadn't taken action, how could I have easily suppressed this emperor?" An Jing waved his hand and interrupted Michael's speech.

"Almost half of the credit for suppressing this emperor goes to the Archangel who fought at the cost of his life."

Hearing this, Michael couldn't help but frown and looked at An Jing.

What does this mean? To forcefully take the credit for something?
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The crowd below felt relieved after hearing An Jing's words.

"It turns out that the Archangel took action."

"No matter what, the two archangels are able to capture the emperor alive, which is enough to be recorded in history! This is a great blessing for our holy city!" said the holy city wizard below.

Remiel nodded, and he instantly understood what An Jing wanted to do.

But the next wave of operations made him a little confused.

An Jing freed up one hand, and Emperor Kuang Kuang and Emperor Ke Ke appeared behind An Jing at the same time. A man exuding endless karma was bound on a huge blue clock.

This person was God. At that time, An Jing spared his life and then used the power of the fallen angel to forcibly infuse karma into God's body.

"How can this be?!"

"Oh my god, the second emperor!!!"

The terrifying aura of God instantly made everyone breathless. His strength was no less than that of another emperor, and they were even on par with him!

How did they capture two emperors in a row?!

P.S. Here comes the second palm!!! Thank you all for your tips and recommendations!!
(End of this chapter)