bayedsolid Chapter 1150 Fallen Divine Sorcerer
Chapter 1150 Fallen Divine Sorcerer
The elderly man and the middle-aged man were completely bewildered, not knowing what was happening, when they were inexplicably dragged from outside into the principal's office!
"Hello everyone." Lan Mi greeted everyone with a warm smile, as if welcoming old friends. "Welcome to the Principal's Office of the War Academy."
The middle-aged man's eyes widened: "You..."
The old man's expression immediately turned serious, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes. His black robe fluttered as he asked, "You discovered us a long time ago?"
Lan Mi rested her chin on her hand: "What do you think?"
"Heh, I knew it. Your identity isn't as simple as it seems," the old man said. "You're definitely not just an ordinary peak-stage Celestial Revelation Realm transcendent!"
"Senior," the middle-aged man asked, "Now that we've been discovered, what should we do?"
"What else can we do?" the old man sneered. "I didn't intend to act rashly, but now that you've discovered me, don't blame me!"
A fierce glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and his aura suddenly surged, spreading out a cold and powerful pressure!
His figure suddenly levitated into the air, rising into mid-air, his arms slowly spreading out. His strange, jet-black robe billowed and surged as if alive, emitting a chilling, eerie glow.
Mu Jiannan noticed the markings on the robes worn by the old man and the middle-aged man.
That black cross exuded an ominous and sinister aura.
What is that symbol?
Their robes looked like those of priests, but the symbol did not seem to be the holy emblem of the priesthood, nor the mark of any known power among the myriad races.
The old man gave the middle-aged man a wink.
The middle-aged man nodded and clasped his hands together.
The two of them unleashed their divine power simultaneously!
"Make your move!" the old man shouted in a low voice.
The two simultaneously formed hand seals, and a powerful divine force, completely different from the holy radiance of the Temple of the Priests and carrying a deep, corrupt aura, suddenly erupted!
boom--! ! !
A violent black gust of wind suddenly swept through the principal's office! Desks, chairs, and documents were instantly ripped away, and the walls groaned under the weight! Pure, corrosive, and annihilating dark divine power filled the entire space!
Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept through the principal's office!
"An eleventh-level priest!"
An Lingyue was slightly surprised.
In this mortal realm, besides the Five Elements Gods and the Ice Heart Grand Enforcer, there are actually other eleventh-level gods??
Moreover, their divine arts seem to be somewhat different from those of the priests in the Temple of Gods...
Lan Mi sat calmly in the eye of the storm, motionless behind her desk, the smile on her lips unchanged, but her eyes held a hint of understanding, her long silver-gray hair dancing wildly in the wind.
"An eleventh-level...fallen divine mage...?"
They really are from the side of the traitor.
"Divine Art - Eternal Night Cross: Judgment!"
The old man and the middle-aged man simultaneously cast a divine spell.
The hands, forming a mudra, are simultaneously pushed forward.
Om-!
A gigantic, bizarre cross, composed entirely of pure dark divine power, appeared out of thin air! At the core of the cross was a constantly rotating, pitch-black vortex that seemed capable of devouring all light! From the end of the cross, countless sharp, tangible black cracks extended, frantically slicing through space, carrying the terrifying power of judgment and annihilation, as they slammed towards Lan Mi and the three women behind her!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A deafening explosion resounded through the sky! The sturdy walls of the principal's office were easily torn apart like paper, leaving a huge hole! The windowpanes instantly turned to dust! The violent energy surge, carrying smoke, dust, and debris, erupted outwards like a tsunami!
The old man and the middle-aged man slowly descended from the sky and stood amidst the chaos.
"It doesn't seem as powerful as I imagined?" The middle-aged man asked tentatively, a look of doubt on his face.
The old man stood proudly, brushing away non-existent dust from the cuffs of his divine robe, and let out a cold laugh: "Hmph, it seems the old wounds from your defection years ago haven't healed... Of course, it's also because my strength is simply too formidable..."
However, the words had barely left his mouth—
hum!
It was as if time had been flicked by an invisible finger, or as if it were just a momentary blankness in my mind.
The elderly man and the middle-aged man only felt the scene before them flash by extremely abruptly, then blur...
The choking smoke and dust, the piercing alarm, the cold wind blowing in from outside the blasted-through walls... everything disappeared.
The old man and the middle-aged man were only slightly dazed when the scene before them suddenly changed.
The principal's office, which had been in a mess, was instantly restored to its original state!
The grotesque hole blasted into the wall by their divine magic was gone, as if it had never existed. The windowpanes were sparkling clean, silently reflecting the bright sunlight outside. The documents were neatly stacked on the table, not a speck of dust stirred.
Lan Mi remained seated calmly behind the large desk, one hand supporting her chin, her posture languid yet elegant. Golden sunlight streamed in from the intact window behind her, bathing her in a warm glow and making her graceful, mature figure appear even more enigmatic.
Mu Jiannan, An Lingyue, and Ao Xin remained standing in the same spot, their positions unchanged, with a hint of confusion on their faces.
Ao Xin tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face, her golden dragon eyes filled with innocent bewilderment: "These two people here are so strange, why are they talking to themselves in the same spot?"
"Especially this old man, he clearly didn't do anything, so why is he boasting about how strong he is?"
An Lingyue patted her shoulder and explained earnestly, "This is called chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)."
Ao Xin: "Chuunibyou???"
Mu Jiannan's eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood something.
Just now... did the teacher cast an illusion?
Amazing! Even though she had reached the Soul Emperor realm, she couldn't detect when her teacher had activated the illusion, nor did she know what medium he had used to cast it!
"..." Cold sweat dripped down the foreheads of the old man and the middle-aged man.
Lan Mi: "It seems your divine robes are quite hot; you've all sweated so much."
Two people: "..."
"senior......"
The middle-aged man asked nervously, "What just happened...?"
The old man gritted his teeth: "As expected, this woman is far from being as simple as she seems..."
Were they under a spell...?
Damn it, when did this happen...?
"Then, what do we do now?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously.
"Hmph, is that even a question?" The old man sneered, then shook his robe again, unleashing divine power.
"Get out of here quickly!! Whoever runs the slowest will be the last one standing!!"
After saying that, the old man's figure suddenly transformed into a distorted, transparent, blurry shadow and fled the room!
The middle-aged man paused for a moment.
"Senior! You're too cunning!!"
“Wait for me!!!”
After saying that, he also transformed into a shadow and fled, leaving behind a smoke spell.
“Cough cough cough… cough cough cough…”
Mu Jiannan, An Lingyue, and Ao Xin coughed repeatedly from the smoke.
When the smoke cleared, the old man and the middle-aged man had vanished without a trace.
All that remained was the smashed-open window swaying gently in the wind, and the faint, lingering stench of fallen divine power in the air.
"Who are these two strange people?"
An Lingyue asked curiously.
"Teacher," Mu Jiannan turned to look at Lan Mi, "Why did you let them go?"
She knew that with Lan Mi's abilities, she should be able to keep them here.
Lan Mi's smile remained gentle, but a glint of something unfathomable flashed in her deep eyes: "There's no need for that."