Chapter 112

I think you've had enough of being human!

Chapter 112

"Aaaaah! Teacher, you're spitting blood!" Moli screamed. Those damned reporters heard her and all looked at me with concern, while simultaneously broadcasting their live stream—

"... May the God of Light protect us! Our Evil Fire Saint appears to be seriously injured after just one fierce battle..."

I slowly wiped my mouth. I felt that if these reporters said those four words again, I would vomit blood even more severely. At that time, they would be the ones praying to the God of Light for protection!

So, I temporarily vented my "anger" on the fragments. I waved my hands, blasting them into even smaller pieces, and "accidentally" sent a few flying, hitting the reporters on the head. Seeing them scream and scramble to avoid them, I don't know why, but I actually felt a strange sense of satisfaction...

Sigh... While not all dark mages will become great demon lords, if you put this dark mage in a group of reporters, he'll definitely advance to demon lord in a few minutes, no matter how law-abiding he was before!

The debris was about to hit the ground, large and small metal fragments sparking. Alarms sounded throughout the city to warn pedestrians. The sheriff was busy directing and managing traffic. The passersby were fairly obedient, but I saw what looked like some... students from the Basic Magic Academy? They seemed to be throwing fireballs at the debris. Ah, and quite a few of them were sorcerers!

It should be right, because I saw that pink... no, that other pink-colored sorcerer grandpa. Although he's washed off the last bit of pink from his beard, I still remember his Magic Power. He was leading a group of strange creatures who looked... looked like they were also sorcerers...

I blinked. Judging from the Magic Power aura, the group of people behind the pink-haired grandpa—wearing purple low-cut mini-dresses, with multicolored hair, eyeshadow covering their entire faces, and lips painted like they'd just eaten human flesh, and including both men and women—should be warlocks, not a striptease troupe of cannibals, right?

Just as I was wondering what was going on, a dazzling holy light suddenly fell on my head, startling me so much that I thought I was finally going to be destroyed by the Temple of Light...

As it turned out, I discovered it was a healing spell. Because I had a strong aura of Black Magic, the healing spell dared not cover my entire body. However, I immediately sensed that the caster was very experienced. The holy light was concentrated on my wounds and did not conflict with the dark Magic Power around me. In fact, while healing my internal injuries, it passed over my heart, and a warm current burst forth from my heart, which had been dead for a long time.

Hmm... thank you very much to this spellcaster, his healing spell felt very good.

I looked down and immediately spotted my target—a priest dressed in a pure white robe, wielding a golden holy sword, and... his hair was also completely white. He held the holy sword aloft (as far as I know, priests of the Temple of Light should carry scepters; a priest who can fight with a magical sword means that he is not only capable of providing support healing but can also charge alongside paladins, which is quite remarkable), and he was surrounded by holy light.

Wow... I remember now, isn't this the current High Priest of Light that Goliath mentioned last time, the one who often blends into the Temple walls? Indeed, this color scheme easily blends into the white buildings, especially since he himself is quite fair-skinned.

As soon as he appeared, a huge pink bubble of excitement emanated from the reporters. The reporters who had been taking plenty of pictures of me earlier all turned their attention to this high priest.

"... Ah! We are delighted to find that the Temple has arrived at the scene... This High Priest, with his 'beauty blessed by the God of Light, ' has just..."

Sorry... I... I'm about to burst out laughing!

Compared to my extremely unpleasant title, "Evil Fire Saint," "Blessed Beauty of the God of Light" sounds more than just unpleasant; its meaning has become bizarre and outlandish! Is the God of Light a lustful god, choosing his representatives based solely on looks? Although, well, I must admit the reporter is right, this high priest is very handsome. I haven't seen the Holy Lord yet, but the Grand Commander Goliath is also handsome... Wait, is appearance all you see? That's a powerful sword-wielding priest, and you're all calling him... "Beautiful Priestess"?

Wow, the Priest of Light has such a good temper! You all ignore his powerful holy light and are just concerned with appearances. If it were me, I'd be furious!

This is incredible! These reporters must be insane!

To my surprise, Moli next to me also screamed, "Wow! The High Priest! I want to pounce on him!"

... Wait a minute, is this the new aesthetic trend caused by the pure white color scheme that Goliath mentioned before—want to pounce on him? I remember the last time Mel appeared on the live stream, all the comments and messages were filled with ridiculously arrogant things like "Marry me, my god!" But...

"Moli! As a mage, you need to be more reserved!" I couldn't help but scold her.

"..." Moli looked at me resentfully.

Sigh... these young people nowadays.

Then I saw the Federation finally deploy the air force of the Magitech Corps. I spotted Lady Crow immediately. She was leading the air force, chasing after the enemy's small warships and fighters. There was a huge mothership before, so I hadn't noticed the smaller ones. Now that the mothership was in pieces, I could see the small enemies scattered in the sky.

Standing beside the high priest in pure white robes were many priests dressed in similar white robes. However, their hair—well, I glanced at it—was mostly blonde and brown, followed by some orange; in short, all bright colors. Black hair was extremely rare. I then looked at the paladin contingent, and brown and blonde hair were also the most common. Although I'm not sure how many of them had dyed hair, thinking about Goliath's black hair...

Well, Goliath actually looks quite good with black hair, although it's a bit tragic that he was rejected as the Holy Lord because he refused to dye his hair.

At that moment, the giant dragon Xuefeng flew to my side carrying Goliath, and I was very surprised to find that Xuefeng could also transform into a half-human, half-dragon! He floated beside me in human form, with a pair of smaller white dragon wings on his back still flapping powerfully, and a dragon tail wagging happily.

He was holding Goliath in his arms with human arms. Goliath had opened his eyes and was lying in Xuefeng's arms. Xuefeng had his arms around Goliath's shoulders tightly and his other hand hooked around Goliath's knees. This way of being held might have made Goliath a little embarrassed. When he saw me, he smiled at me, but I saw that he looked a little blushing, so I couldn't help but smile back.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

Goliath's smile seemed a little weak, but he replied, "It's alright, I'm still on vacation anyway."

Wow... Goliath's vacation has been incredibly busy. Not only has he been training with dragons, but he's also been helping to attack enemy bases and motherships, and now he's seriously injured...

Suddenly, golden flames erupted from the ground, leaping high and swirling with falling debris, burning with a brilliant color—the sacred flames lit by the priests of light, the complete opposite of my Hellfire. No wonder the Temple of Light has burned continuously for thousands of years, managing to survive the dark ages despite being in the political center; their magic is visually captivating, not to mention the good-natured and famously beautiful clergy...

"... Xuefeng!"

Suddenly, I heard Goliath's voice, tinged with anger, as he hissed. I couldn't help but look over there, and I noticed a strange bulge inside Goliath's clothes. This bulge was even wriggling... Hmm, it seemed like the bulge and the Xuefeng were fused together...

"Take your... take your tail away!" Goliath's cheeks flushed red as he slapped Xuefeng's arm, weakly pushing him away. However, his slap was weak now, and Xuefeng silently endured the blows and pinches, remaining unruly as before. If Goliath still had the strength to blast the mothership apart, I reckon Xuefeng wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

Hmm... to be honest, Goliath was quite doting on his dragons when he still had the strength... I couldn't help but glance at the helpless Moli and that drooling little dragon... Dragon knights all pamper their dragons like this, but I think Goliath and Moli are two completely different cases...