Full-time Creation Master

"loyalty!!!"

"loyalty!!!"

"loyalty!!!"

"We seem to be witnessing a great historical moment!"

"A legend is about to be born!"

"A true man should be like this!" Many students and teachers thought so!

stop!

Chu Ming slowly raised his hand, his five fingers outstretched as if supporting the heavens.

In an instant, the sound waves stirred up by the 613 super-level auras that were as calm as the sea suddenly surged like a frozen tsunami, abruptly freezing in the night sky.

He stood on the highest eaves of the dean's building, and when his gaze swept across the formation below, even the wind seemed to fall silent.

Of the 613 super-level mages, fewer than 200 are directly under the command of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The rest are all relatives by marriage, outsiders, maternal relatives, allies...

280 factions made their choices, with each faction having one or two members, resulting in a total of 430 people in their teams!

Their techniques were different, and their auras were mixed, but at this moment they were like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into a vast torrent in front of Chu Ming.

This colossal force made its full appearance for the first time tonight, leaving even him feeling uneasy: it turned out that in places unseen, it had already become deeply entrenched and formed such a terrifying power.

"Zheng—"

A clear, resonant sound pierced the night sky, like a divine decree, shaking the clouds and even making the sun seem to tremble.

Chu Ming raised his hand to the sky, and the platinum-gold patterns on his palm suddenly lit up, like a blooming white lotus.

The array patterns rose and expanded along his fingertips, transforming into a vast net of light that fiercely grasped the light elements above the heavens.

In an instant, billions of golden rays poured down like a silver river from the heavens, condensing behind him into a towering figure of light—no, that wasn't an illusion, it was an angel!

Liquid holy light flowed along the edges of the silver-white armor, and the star fragments embedded in the armor plates shimmered with real starlight.

When the six pairs of wings of light unfolded, they covered half of the sky, each wing as if woven from a rainbow.

The airflow generated by the fan stirred up a fierce wind, causing the robes of the super-level mages below to flutter wildly.

The bright red holy sword in the angel's hand was six thousand feet long, with densely engraved runes on its spine, making it look incredibly powerful.

The light reflected from the sword blade pierced through the clouds, illuminating the seemingly self-contained "Little Magic City" beneath their feet as if it were daytime, the reflected light carrying a purifying, scorching sensation.

Through the grille mask, one could vaguely see a handsome yet cold silhouette.

There were no pupils in the eyes, only pure holy light surging, as if containing the dawn of the entire universe.

"It's the Angel Legion..."

A student gasped in shock as memories flooded back – a report from four years ago stated that Chu Ming had summoned the Angel Legion when he was ambushed outside Bo City!

The being before me bears a blood-like resemblance to the servant-level two-winged angels, the warrior-level four-winged angels, and the commander-level six-winged angels of yesteryear!

No, it should be said to be the ultimate, complete form of those angels!

Even though it still has six wings, the shape of those wings is completely unlike... no, it's hard to describe!

They seem to be the condensation of the purest light and power in the universe, each wing containing world-destroying power.

Those were no longer simple wings, but bridges that seemed to pierce the void and connect heaven and earth.

The angel's aura grew increasingly sacred and inviolable, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble under its oppressive power.

But that oppressive aura had already crossed the boundaries of the monarch level!

"Emperor-level! Absolutely Emperor-level!"

A high-ranking mage with graying temples screamed, his staff trembling in his palm, the sandalwood staff bearing deep finger marks from his grip. His robes were soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his back and outlining his trembling silhouette.

It's as if I'm recalling some terrible past!

The clouds, like a boiling sea of ​​snow, slowly parted from a depth of three hundred meters.

A pair of bare feet disappeared into the clouds, their true form unseen, yet an invisible weight seemed to press down on the entire sky, causing it to tremble slightly.

The gilded emblem on the sword pierced the void, and the hilt, held by both hands, pressed against the clouds, like a giant pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

The figure stretched upwards, until it disappeared into the depths of the light thousands of feet above, leaving only the hilt of a sword held in both hands.

For some reason, it was impossible to look directly at, even the most powerful mages in the crowd couldn't see anything above the angel's head!

Not to mention, even if you break your neck, you can only see the knees of an angel—ordinary people and ordinary mages!

"My goodness! It's so big! So tall!"

"Now I know what 'blind men and an elephant' really means!"

"......."

Chu Ming moved slightly, as if the heavens and earth were exerting their strength, sending Chu Ming into the chest of this archangel!

It has become an existence akin to a core!

The air currents from the angel's wings lifted the flowing robes, and the figure with a white cloth wrapped around his head looked like a creator god in the holy light. Wherever his gaze fell, 613 super-level mages bowed in unison.

"Set off!"

"Our first target: the Bai family in Shanghai!"

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Mu Fangzhou's body was surrounded by surging ice mist like a tsunami, which involuntarily built three layers of ice walls in front of him, blocking most of the overwhelming pressure.

Shock filled his eyes, his thoughts were racing wildly, and he felt completely overwhelmed!

Mu Feiluan's face was as pale as paper, and the illusory image of the Ice Phoenix on her shoulder trembled violently. If her brother had not protected her with the power of Hidden Wind, she would have been embarrassed.

The brother and sister looked at each other, both seeing undisguised fear in each other's eyes—this power, this aura, had exceeded all their understanding of "Forbidden Spell Master == Demon Emperor".

The other 613 newly ascended super-rank mages are in similar situations!

Imagine an ordinary person waking up and seeing an ordinary Siberian tiger appear at the head of their bed—what would their reaction be?!

Some of the lower-level mages, only at the first or second level of the Super-Rank, or those who had just been promoted, even made a complete fool of themselves!

But, the next second!

Joy was spreading wildly across everyone's faces!

You won the bet!

Chu Ming, the weak link in the final piece of the puzzle for S.H.I.E.L.D., this great power, has been patched up!

This time, I won the gamble by choosing sides!

Countless high-level mages from small families and minor factions were overjoyed beyond containment!

Chu Ming had no interest in looking at the military registers in the barracks, otherwise he would have seen countless soldiers' loyalty levels skyrocketing!

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When the magnificent angel appeared, the entire Demon City trembled at that moment.

More than a billion people (in a magical world with a total population of 70 billion) bowed their heads in unison.

Whether street vendors or wealthy ladies in their secluded homes, everyone was forced to bend over by this oppressive force emanating from the depths of their souls, their knees trembling uncontrollably, as if facing the judgment of the creator god.

The Huangpu River was forced down by the oppressive force, sinking three feet. The remaining waves weakly pounded the banks, emitting mournful cries filled with fear.

The defensive array at the edge of the city activated instantly and flashed wildly. The pale golden light shield was like a candle flickering in the wind, and each fluctuation was accompanied by the crisp sound of the array patterns breaking.

The air raid siren pierced the night sky with a mournful cry, but its sound was distorted and shattered under the emperor-level pressure, sounding like the wail of a dying creature. Even the ley lines and water veins a thousand meters underground emitted mournful moans, displaying a posture of complete submission.

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