Versatile Mage

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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Banlo City…

The sky was cloudy in the evening. The light of the setting sun put a red veil on the buildings in the city.

The pedestrians took out their phones and began to take pictures. They were mesmerized by the rare phenomenon and assumed it to be a good omen. They did not notice a man with blood-red eyes standing at the junction.

“Are you going to move? Do you think you can ignore the traffic rules just because you are a Mage?”

Honk!

Piercing horns sounded around Mo Fan. He had an urge to destroy the vehicles around him because of the annoying noise.

The sunlight slowly faded away. The sinister Aura Mo Fan was emitting slowly dispersed with it.

Mo Fan knew he had taken the wrong Teleportation Portal the moment he showed up in Banlo City.

The whole process of Salan leaving the turbulence of space and walking into a Teleportation Portal had only lasted for half a minute.

The Red Cardinal of the Black Vatican would have died if she had not had half a minute advantage over him.

Mo Fan was fully confident that he could kill Salan in his demon form!

Salan was very familiar with Mo Fan’s abilities. She immediately ran away as soon as she showed herself.

There was no way Mo Fan would not feel anxious about it. That being said, Mo Fan also knew Salan would come prepared. There was no way she would let a single mistake of the Head Priest ruin everything she had done!

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Mo Fan lifted his gaze and stared at the stormy clouds above the city. He kept hearing horns around him as the vehicles drove past him rapidly. A few bold drivers even wound down their windows and scolded Mo Fan.

Mo Fan ignored the shouts. The blood-red glow in his eyes faded away as he collected his thoughts.

Even though he had made the wrong choice, the whole affair did not take very long, so he had yet to completely transform into his demon form.

If he had turned into a demon in a bustling city without any targets, he had no clue how he would replenish the enormous amount of energy that he expended after using the power of the Demon Element.

He was not far from the abandoned church where the Teleportation Portals were. Mo Fan withdrew the power of the Demon Element and headed for the abandoned church.

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The abandoned church was around seven kilometers away, on the outskirts of Banlo City.

Wu Ku had been trapped by Zhao Manyan at the Eighth Mound. It had been nothing but a lucky accident. Even Salan did not expect to find the three of them in the Aorus Sacred Institute, and coincidentally end up trapping Wu Ku.

Therefore, Salan must have come in a rush, or she would not have taken such a huge risk by betting her life on six to one odds.

Operation Guillotine in the Ancient City was the Holy Judgment Court and the Enforcement Union’s most successful attempt to hunt Salan down. There had been ten high-ranked officials involved, meaning that the odds were ten to one there!

The Enforcement Union had sacrificed so many spies to finally give themselves a ten percent chance of killing Salan. It was surprising that such a careful person would expose herself.

The only reason she did it was because she did not have a choice!

It was a very close call to Salan at being killed by Mo Fan, but she had exposed a lot of things by her actions!

The abandoned church was one of them!

The place was used as a meeting point by the Black Vatican. The fact that it had six Teleportation Portals meant it was a place Salan used often.

Teleportation Portals were the most extravagant form of transportation in the world. They required a lot of equipment and time to set up. Mo Fan did not believe Salan was only using it as a simple meeting point!

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On the outskirts…

The place used to be a village, but it was slowly abandoned after the inhabitants moved to Banlo City. Even the roads were covered in weeds.

The church was beside the abandoned road, thick woods behind it. There was a muddy swamp beside it too.

A few dead livestock that the villagers had abandoned were letting out a rotting scent. Some crows that were enjoying their dinner screeched when Mo Fan walked past them.

The crows screeched more fiercely as Mo Fan went closer, as if he was going to steal their food. They were also warning the people inside the church that they had an uninvited guest.

Mo Fan picked up a burning smell when he reached the stairs. He could feel heat coming out from the building too.

“They act pretty quickly,” Mo Fan grinned.

Mo Fan was greeted by fierce flames as soon as he kicked the door open.

The Black Vatican was burning the church down after it was exposed!

However, they did not expect Mo Fan to return here so quickly. Even the old man who was responsible for destroying the evidence could not leave in time.

Mo Fan waved his hand and suppressed the flames burning in the church.

The fierce flames had devoured the benches, shelves, and floors in the church, but they all disappeared in a second, leaving only the burning smell in the air.

The old man inside the church turned around and looked at Mo Fan nervously.

“Who are you?” the old man asked.

“Are you the only one here destroying the evidence?” Mo Fan asked in return.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. The church is on the verge of collapsing. The government asked me to burn it down to prevent it from hurting people if they come in here without any permission,” the old man replied nervously.

“Old man, you better get your eyes checked if you don’t recognize me.” Mo Fan was amused by the old man’s lie.

“You are?…”

“You were still a village chief the last time I saw you. You brought your villagers with you and demanded that I compensate you for your loss. The truth is, you were planting Frenzy Poppies in your village fields. You didn’t have time to get rid of them. The guy who destroyed the fields with a Super Spell was your associate,” Mo Fan smiled darkly.

The village chief was stunned. He took a closer look and realized Mo Fan was the lecturer who had brought the students on a patrol class.

Damn it, why was he here? There was no point in lying to pretend he was innocent!

“Young man, I am the chief in the village, but I used to be a villager here too!” The old man was struggling to come up with an excuse as Mo Fan walked toward him slowly.

Mo Fan glanced around the church and noticed one of the Teleportation Portals was not yet destroyed. They must have been in a rush.

There were also some books on the shelves. It would be rewarding if they contained the names of the Black Vatican’s members.

Mo Fan had withdrawn the Demon Element in time to avoid the penalties. Salan might have gotten away, but he had found a branch of the Black Vatican. The outcome was still in his favor!

“Young man, I really…” the chief was still trying to convince Mo Fan.

Mo Fan’s right hand burst into flames. His fist was burning like a tank reloading its shell.

“Give me back my gold!” Mo Fan punched the old man in the stomach.