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Full-Time Mage Holy City

Stepping into the holy city is like entering a sacred and solemn magical kingdom. Nestled at the western starting point of the Alps, the city is surrounded by mountains that act as a natural barrier. The snow-capped peaks gleam with a holy light under the sun, perfectly complementing the city's atmosphere. The undulating mountain ranges, like giant dragons coiling around the city, add to its mystical and majestic aura.

The city walls of the holy city are tall and thick, built of huge black rocks, and covered with the marks of time and mysterious magical runes.

The runes shimmered with a faint light, as if silently protecting the city and resisting all external evil forces. At intervals along the city walls stood watchtowers, guarded by mages in white robes, their sharp eyes vigilantly observing all movements around them.

The mages looked serious, gripping their staffs tightly, ready to deal with any possible threat. The magical aura emanating from them blended seamlessly with the atmosphere of the holy city.

Entering the holy city, wide streets radiate outwards, paved with smooth marble, clean and spotless. Various buildings stand on both sides of the streets, each with its own unique style, yet all imbued with a mysterious, magical aura.

Some buildings resemble giant magic crystals, radiating colorful light that seems to contain endless magic, making people want to get closer and explore; others are like ancient castles, with towering towers and sturdy walls, carved with heroes and monsters from various myths and legends, each carving lifelike, as if telling ancient stories.

In the heart of the holy city stands a magnificent Angelic Temple, the city's core building and a sacred site for the entire magical world. Hundreds of meters high, the temple is constructed of pure white marble, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light of the sky, conveying its sacredness and majesty even from afar.

The temple's doors were crafted from pure gold, adorned with reliefs of seven archangels, each with a distinct expression and outstretched wings, as if poised to take flight and carry out God's will. The reliefs were exquisitely crafted; every line seemed to possess a powerful magic, almost too dazzling to behold.

Stepping into the temple, the interior space is incredibly spacious, with towering stone pillars supporting the dome, which is adorned with exquisite murals depicting the history and legends of the magical world.

The murals are vibrant in color, and the figures are lifelike, as if vividly presenting that period of history to the viewer. In the center of the temple stands a colossal angel statue, carved from a single piece of crystal, so lifelike it seems to radiate a sacred power, inspiring awe. The statue emits a soft light, as if guarding the temple's core secrets.

Besides the Temple of Angels, the Holy City also boasts many other important buildings, such as the Court of Judgment and the Magic Tower. The Court of Judgment is a solemn and imposing building, its exterior grey with black marble inlaid on the walls, giving it a heavy and oppressive feel. Atop the roof of the court stands a colossal statue of scales, symbolizing the justice and fairness of the law.

The magic towers are the source of the holy city's magical power. They come in various shapes, some cylindrical, some conical, and some irregular. The surfaces of the magic towers are engraved with various magical runes and incantations, and the tops shimmer with a mysterious light, which is where magical energy gathers.

These magic towers not only provided the holy city with powerful magical protection, but also provided magicians with a great help in learning and researching magic. The magical fluctuations that occasionally emanated from the towers seemed to be telling the secrets of magic.

The residential areas of the holy city present a completely different scene, brimming with life. A variety of houses are scattered along the streets, including European-style villas, Chinese courtyards, and Arabic palaces. Green vines climb the walls of the houses, adorned with colorful flowers that emit a fragrant aroma.

In the courtyard, various magical plants were displayed. Some of these plants could heal diseases, some could enhance magical powers, and others could predict the weather. Residents strolled through the streets, their faces beaming with peaceful and happy smiles. Their lives seemed ordinary, yet they were filled with an aura of magic.

However, in the heart of this stunning city

Three figures calmly walked toward the Angel Temple standing in the center of the city.

As the group approached, the surrounding guards finally noticed something amiss and immediately shouted sternly, "Angel Temple! Forbidden area of ​​the Holy City! Halt to all who enter!"

The man in the middle of the three glanced at the other man calmly and then continued walking forward.

The surrounding guards, about to draw their swords to drive the assailant away, suddenly felt a jolt in their hearts, then collapsed to the ground, their eyes vacant. The guards immediately shouted angrily, "Quick! Men! Someone has trespassed into the sacred ground! Assemble!!"

But the next second.

All life in the entire holy city instantly felt a pressure emanating from the depths of their souls. Immediately afterward, time in the entire holy city seemed to be frozen in place.

From the outside, the entire holy city appeared completely still and silent.

"Outrageous! Who dares to act so violently in the Holy City?!"

suddenly

A furious shout rang out from the Temple of Angels.

Immediately following behind, a figure rushed out of the temple.

Bathed in the light of the holy city, Michael descended like a god, his figure embodying all the holiness and majesty in the world. He was far taller than ordinary people, his posture upright like a pine tree, each step seemingly carrying boundless power, yet as light as if he were walking on clouds.

He had long, dazzling golden hair, as radiant as the sun, which flowed smoothly over his broad shoulders. Every strand shimmered with a luster, as if imbued with life. The golden hair swayed gently in the breeze, like golden waves rippling, radiating a mesmerizing light.

His face was as if sculpted by the finest artist, with distinct features and strong yet elegant lines. His high, straight nose stood like a mountain peak in the center of his face, adding to his resolute air. His tightly closed lips, with their firm lines, revealed an unwavering determination, as if his every word was an unquestionable divine pronouncement.

His eyes, like the deep blue sea, were profound and mysterious, seemingly containing endless stars and the universe. Each blink seemed to draw one into their boundless depths, evoking a profound sense of awe from the very soul. The wisdom gleaming in his eyes seemed to see through all the illusions and truths of the world, leaving no one able to hide under his gaze.

Michael's sixteen-winged seraph's wings were undoubtedly his most awe-inspiring feature. Those sixteen pairs of wings, like huge white ribbons, stretched out from his back, almost covering the entire sky.

The feathers on his wings were as white as snow, each one shimmering with a sacred light, as if crafted from the purest crystal. The edges of the feathers gleamed with a faint golden halo, swaying gently with his movements, exuding a breathtaking beauty and majesty.

When he spreads his wings, one can almost feel a powerful surge of energy, a power from heaven, enough to dispel all darkness and evil in the world.

He wore a long white robe embroidered with exquisite gold patterns that resembled ancient magical runes, shimmering with a mysterious light and adding to his mystique. The robe was light and soft, flowing with his steps like a cloud or smooth water.

He wore a golden belt around his waist, inlaid with a huge gemstone that shone brightly, like a miniature sun, adding a touch of luxury and nobility to his overall appearance.

In his hand lay a longsword that shone with a divine light. The blade was slender and sharp, its surface engraved with ancient runes that shimmered with golden light, as if telling tales of ancient legends and power. Gems were inlaid on the hilt, echoing those on his belt and radiating a powerful magical aura.

This longsword seemed to be a symbol of his power; with just a gentle swing, he could cut through all evil and darkness in the world and protect the peace of the holy city and the world.

"Who are you! How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the Holy City!" As Michael turned his gaze to Mo Xie and the other two, his majestic voice instantly resounded throughout the entire Holy City.

Mo Xie didn't want to waste any more words on a piece of trash who was at most on par with the Dark King.

A glint of platinum light flashed in Mo Xie's dark golden pupils.

Next second

Michael felt a sharp pain in his back, followed by a spray of hot, holy golden blood across the sky.

The wings of the sixteen-winged seraph behind Michael vanished instantly, and Michael fell from the sky without any resistance.

"boom!"

With a heavy thud, Michael stared in disbelief at his vanished wings and the golden blood splattered around him, his eyes wide with shock.

Moye, however, walked past Michael with an indifferent expression.

Enzor, standing to the side, stared at the heavily injured and dying Michael with a sinister look in his eyes, his gaze filled with coldness.

But the next second

Before Enzor could react, Michael's figure had vanished from the spot.

In the void, the critically injured and dying Michael looked at the raging spatial storm around him, but before he could even scream, he was instantly torn to pieces by the terrifying spacetime storm.

In the prime plane

Mo Xie calmly arrived at the central area of ​​the Angel Temple.

In the prime plane, Mo Xie calmly arrived at the central area of ​​the Angel Temple. The surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly at his arrival, and the powerful pressure he exuded caused the entire temple to shake. A tense atmosphere permeated the air, as if every molecule feared Mo Xie's power.

He Xi followed closely behind Mo Xie, her eyes filled with curiosity as she gazed at the mysterious central area. Her eyes swept across the surroundings, trying to uncover the secrets hidden within. Enzor, on the other hand, watched his surroundings warily, radiating a chilling aura; not a single movement escaped his notice.

His hands were clenched into fists, ready to deal with any possible threat. His magic was surging, like a beast poised to pounce.

An ancient and mysterious power permeates the central area of ​​the Angel Temple.

At the center stood a massive altar, radiating a soft light from which runes flickered. Mo Xie's gaze fell upon the altar, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if something he had been searching for was hidden within it.

The altar exuded a mysterious aura, and the runes shimmered in the light, as if telling an ancient prophecy, drawing Mo Xie closer and closer.

Suddenly, the runes around the altar began to flash violently, and a powerful force erupted from it. A colossal figure slowly rose from the altar, radiating a holy light. Its face was indistinct, but its aura was incredibly strong. The appearance of this figure caused the entire temple to tremble, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this powerful force.

"Outsiders, how dare you trespass into this sacred land! None of you will leave alive today!" The figure's voice resounded throughout the temple like a booming bell, filled with majesty and fury. The voice echoed in the temple, as if each word carried powerful magic, attempting to intimidate Mo Xie and his companions.

Mo Xie snorted coldly, his eyes revealing disdain: "You think you can stop me? I'll see what's so special about this so-called sacred place of yours today." Mo Xie's voice was cold and firm, full of confidence and domineering, as if declaring to the figure that he would not be intimidated by this so-called sacred power.

"court death!!"

With that authoritative and furious rebuke, a terrifying wave instantly illuminated the entire Angel Temple. Like a surging tide, the wave, carrying immense power, swept towards Mo Xie and his companions, compressing the air in its path and creating a sharp, whistling sound.

"The Holy Law has made its decision!!!"

As a terrifying energy surged forth, the golden light that illuminated the entire Angel Temple rushed towards Mo Xie. That golden light, like countless sharp blades, shimmered with holy radiance and carried an aura of annihilation, as if it intended to devour Mo Xie.

Seeing the attack so close at hand, Enzor felt a terrifying pressure no less than that of the Dark King. His body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes revealed determination. He knew he could not back down; he had to protect Moye, even though he knew this power was so strong that it could induce despair.

Just as Enzor's eyes trembled slightly as he tried to stand in front of Moye...

With an expressionless face, Mo Xie extended his right hand, curling his palm into a claw, his dark golden eyes filled with coldness and killing intent.

"Heaven's Boundless Punishment? Dragon's Wrath!"

Then came the cold, calm voice.

The golden light that filled the sky froze in place for a moment, and the next second, the entire Angel Temple was torn apart like shattered glass. The temple's walls and pillars collapsed under this powerful force, and fragments flew everywhere, as if the whole world had fallen into chaos in that instant.

The figure's expression still held the fury and majesty of the fatal blow. Before it could even react, it was engulfed by Mo Xie's power, and as the temple shattered, the figure gradually vanished amidst the powerful energy fluctuations.

As Mo Xie clenched his fist, the entire Angel Temple vanished instantly, leaving only ruins. Powerful magical energy lingered within the ruins, seemingly recounting the fierce battle that had just taken place. All that remained was a solitary golden rune, its faint light shimmering within the ruins, as if the sole trace of the battle, awaiting a destined person to uncover its secrets.