Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Prelude to March Cherry Blossoms.

The flowers in the cherry blossom forest bloomed, and some petals were carried to the sky by the wind.

and fell at his feet.

The Three-Step Pagoda is a place where people like the new but dislike the old. Bai Mo just came out of it.

The more people come, the less responsive it becomes. But there are always gains. His music system has reached the intermediate level three.

The sound waves passed over the falling pale pink petals, and the scene of Qing Campus thousands of meters away came into mind.

It’s another year of main campus assessment.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Bai Mo took it out.

It was news from the Spark Trial Network, and the purge operation had begun.

What was given to Bai Mo was a place where Lan Yi was suspected to be hiding. There were ten black-clad priests clearly found there, and there was also a man whose identity was suspected to be blue-clad.

Bai Mo even saw a few exact names, and it was difficult for him to imagine how the lurking judges passed them on.

Of course these names are not real, but today, they are real.

In addition, the text message also reminded that there were two judges working with him.

That location is a private transportation port located on the long river. It is a small port dedicated to transporting goods for exclusive companies.

It's some distance from here.

"Wind Rail - Escape!"

There was a faint flash of green light in his eyes, and wisps of pale white wind appeared.

Bai Mo's figure is like a broken sand sculpture, falling into the desert bit by bit, blending into the pale white wind moving forward in the air.

Flying into the sky in a blink of an eye, he lightly crossed the steel forest and landed on a tall tree beside a mighty river.

The fifth-level wind track can not only blend into its own wind, integrating the whole person with the wind, but also only needs to continuously provide magic energy to prevent the fifth-level wind track from exiting the air state.

More importantly, Escape can support the mage's high-altitude flight just like the Wings of Wind.

This is completely different from the previous use of wind rails to make yourself fly.

The only shortcoming is that there is no speed and other changes of the Wind Wings.

Except for the space system, all elementary magics have the power of elementary magic and only the changes of seven stars.

The wind track suddenly stopped, and Bai Mo's figure appeared. On the relatively empty port, a man wearing the uniform of the Trial Society stood. It seemed that someone had arrived before him, and because of the angle, he couldn't see his face clearly.

Everyone at the port saw him. In fact, he had just appeared.

He was not in a hurry to show up, and the oath imprint in his mind rang with a sentence.

'Judge, ambushing in secret, preparing for rescue, I will seduce'

'receive'

With a slight movement of thought, Bai Mo replied.

He gently touched the branch next to him with his finger, waved the strings, and took in all this in his heart. He looked at the tower with white eyes.

There are many black beasts hiding in the storage room over there. It seems that the Black Holy See has not escaped here.

There is another Spark Judge approaching from the dark side, hiding in the shadows.

"The judge is handling the case. Everyone who hears this, please come to the port!"

A rough and wild voice like a lion's roar came from the man's mouth, almost making Bai Mo think that he was a music mage.

However, as a phonetic mage, Bai Mo remembered who he was as soon as he heard this voice.

"This guy is too reckless." A male voice hidden in the shadows was as low as a mosquito.

But he also said what Bai Mo was thinking. Are you really not afraid that the Black Church will attack in groups or flee in all directions because of these words?

Soon, more than fifty people gathered in the open space in front of the man, including what seemed to be the top manager of the place.

Through sonic detection, Bai Mo discovered that no one was hiding secretly.

The manager was wearing a decent shirt, silver-rimmed glasses, and looked polite.

After he arrived at the port, he even helped the trial organizer line up.

After finishing, he came forward to ask.

"Master Judge, all the employees here are here, and a few are here to discuss some business."

Sikong Wen glanced at the smiling man indifferently, but didn't say anything, only the voice continued to sound.

"Come forward when I read the names, Duan Ming, Wang Yuan, Qian Fei."

Soon two middle-aged men who looked very ordinary came to the front.

"Qian Fei, who is Qian Fei?" Sikong Wen looked at the group of people in front of him and saw that most of them were looking in the same direction, it was the gentle man.

Following the instructions of their gazes, Sikong Wen also cast his eyes on this gentle man, and saw a brighter smile on his face, which was even gentler than the spring sunshine.

"Master Judge, I am Qian Fei. I wonder what you want from us. Why are you investigating?"

Looking at him, Sikong Wen said three words expressionlessly, "Black Holy See."

"I am not the Black Church! Sir!" the gentle man exclaimed, taking two steps forward to hug Sikong Wen's leg.

The ground suddenly fluctuated, and the gentle man was directly restrained in place. Then Sikong Wen said calmly, "Whether you are part of the Black Church or not, we have our own high-level psychic mages to screen you and judge whether you will wrongly accuse a good person. Likewise, we will not let any bad people go."

After he finished speaking, a magic-forbidden handcuff appeared on his hand, and he had to cuff it on the gentle man first.

The gentle man also stretched out his hand obediently, and while muttering slightly tremblingly, "I am not the Black Vatican," he allowed Sikong Wen to slowly put the shackles on him.

boom!

At this moment, there was a loud noise, and the tower on the side collapsed. A large group of black beasts screamed out, with bloodthirsty eyes in their eyes, and rushed towards the people gathered in the open space.

The originally orderly crowd became chaotic, and various voices merged into one. The gentle man in front of him also collapsed on the ground with his legs weak.

Sikong Wen frowned, but without making any other move, he knelt down as a gentle man and put on the magic handcuffs, and yelled at the same time.

"Quiet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark cage suddenly enveloped the rushing black beast. It was another shadow mage secretly taking action.

The chaos did not subside after the black beast was restrained, perhaps because the secret judge was fished out. Immediately afterwards, several distorted sounds sounded.

"Quick! Kill him and we will escape immediately!"

Then we saw workers standing in a square formation. The first two rows of people had various magical lights on their bodies.

Fierce fists blasted out and thunderbolts landed. There were also evil spider traps secretly laid, all of which shrouded Sikong Wen.

Sikong Wen's body lit up with an earthy yellow light, and he suddenly flew back a hundred meters. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and a purple-blue thunderbolt fell, crushing the curse mage.

On the other side, a shadow flew from the shadows and rescued the panicked ordinary people one by one.

Only twelve mid-level mages were left on the field, constantly casting magic and attacking Sikong Wen like a tide.

"Hmph! None of you can save the insects of the Tribunal." A twisted and cold voice like a regional evil spirit suddenly disturbed the spiritual world of Sikong Wen and the shadow mage.