Versatile Mage

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“Keep going!”

​”Blessed be to God!”

The Sacred City Mages on the roofs drew their magnificent Star Constellations and Star Palaces, and the densely packed Stars gathered above the buildings. Overwhelming auras surged wildly as their brilliance peaked.

More magic accumulated continuously. This time, the Sacred City Mages were using the most destructive Fire Spells. Fiery motes spread through the air, driving the dark aura in the city away. The flames dyed the night sky red for over a hundred kilometers around.

The motes ignited simultaneously, trying to trap Zhan Kong within a certain area.

The crimson curtains of flames formed a furnace as tall as a mountain, with flowing lava spraying across the area within it. The merciless lava was burning everything inside the furnace into ashes!

Zhan Kong’s figure was out of ratio compared to the furnace when it emerged from the ground. He was tinier than the ashes drifting inside it!

“Demon Purging Smelter!”

The ashes randomly combined and formed pairs of doors on each side, from which flames would burst out.

The temperature inside the furnace was terrifying. The doors the ashes changed into further increased the heat, spewing out out strong waves of lava at Zhan Kong.

In very little time, many doors had formed and were disgorging lava from all directions to cleanse away the Undead Emperor!

The black mantle remained undeterred. The scorching light had failed to penetrate his defense. How could the flames possibly melt his mantle? Zhan Kong continued forward across the burning ground amid the flames. His eyes were surprisingly brighter than every source of light nearby. The Sacred City Mages on both sides could not help but shiver in fear.

“Are the flames and the lights of the Sacred City mere fireworks?”

“If this is all you’ve got? Don’t worry about preserving the peace a thousand years from now. You will become history by the end of the night!”

Zhang Kong halted in his tracks, stomping the ground fiercely.

The destructive flames were put out instantly!

The darkness asserted its dominance again. The strong flames disappeared as the temperature dropped rapidly, and the cold aura of the undead returned. The flames were supposed to set the sky and the mountain range aflame, but it was put out by a single stomp of his foot.

The morale of the Sacred City Mages fell rapidly as the street dimmed.

How powerful did one have to be to disregard the combination of Super Spells and extinguish their strongest attack, like it was just a mere firecracker?

The undead were considered a kind of demon creatures, and the Emperors were something that humans had never dared to provoke, but the Sacred City had set up a trap for an Emperor who had come alone. However, he had mocked both their Light and Fire Super Spells!

Their spells were nowhere near strong enough. Even their strongest magic was nothing to the Undead Emperor. The brilliance of the Sacred City was only significant in the eyes of petty humans, but in the eyes of the Emperors of the demon creatures across the world, it was just a silly little trick!

“Do you only realize how petty you are after losing your lives?

“I’m only one of the Emperors who have been asleep for a long time. I’m not even comparable to the Emperors in the Sahara, the South Pole, and the Bermuda Triangle, yet I can easily wake you up from your foolish dreams!”

Zhan Kong’s eyes emitted a blood-red light. Strong demonic Auras came down from the Alps like a curtain of darkness that was devouring everything within view, including the sky, the mountains, and the horizon. The overwhelming Aura grabbed every person in the Sacred City firmly by the throat.

The people in the Sacred City were panting in fear. Their eyes were full of pain and struggling before their deaths.

Both the ordinary people and the Mages had seen the blood-red light, the figure in the black mantle, and the Aura of death that was now clutching their throats.

No one in the real Sacred City died to the Emperor’s Death Breath, but they all sensed how minuscule they were as the Undead Emperor had mentioned. They finally realized their precious lives and the magic they admired were nothing compared to the Emperors!

None of the people who were watching the battle in the real Sacred City died, but in the mirrored Sacred City, the Sacred City Mages who were fighting for the peace a thousand years from now had already turned into dried statues in the midst of preparing their spells on the roofs.

The corpse statues were now emitting a cloudy black mist. It rapidly gathered on Zhan Kong’s palm, like bees returning to their hives.

Zhan Kong lowered his head and inhaled the life energy of the Sacred City Mages greedily.

It relieved him of the pain he was under once again. He felt unprecedentedly calm now, and . even his dry veins were flowing once again. His heart, which was as still as a stone, began to beat once again.

He began to recall the good memories of his past life, but now he no longer felt the unbearable pain.

Recalling good memories was a luxury for the undead; without the support of thousands of fresh kills, they would have to endure the pain of recalling their past themselves!

Hatred, revenge, greed, and cruelty were supposed to be the nature of the undead nature.

They were not discarding their old selves. Becoming an undead was a new beginning for them. They were merely following their instincts in order to protect themselves.

However, the Undead Emperor was also disgusted by himself. He did not even dare to look Qin Yu’er in the eyes. He shivered after taking a deep breath of the living aura he had acquired.

Zhan Kong had the urge to chop his head off and shred it into pieces when he realized that his beloved woman had witnessed his disgusting and ugly side. He wanted to burst into tears of pain to show that he hated himself too, yet the only thing flowing out of his eyes were filthy blood.

His heart was calm after he absorbed the living aura of freshly slain human beings. However, he began to hate himself for being a living dead after he was able to think calmly.

The hate brought him great pain and new anger, which could only be calmed by absorbing the living auras of the people he had killed.

Another roar sounded out. The Undead Emperor soon forgot everything as the fresh blood splattered on the street and the walls of the buildings. One after another Mage fell and died in pools of blood.

Their living auras could no longer satisfy the Undead Emperor. He felt like something was missing if the ground was not dyed red by fresh blood.

Humans were as fragile as usual. They were only worthy to be a bright red carpet for him to walk on so he would not dirty his boots!

The blood was eye-catching. Mo Fan felt overwhelmed as he watched the battle.

Was this the strength of a real Emperor?!