Mephistopheles' Battle to Save His Marriage (Part Two)

So Mephistopheles instantly felt a sense of crisis. It was only natural that his beloved Xipei was so popular, but that meant there would be a group of people constantly clamoring online to "have his babies"! Mephistopheles asked himself honestly, he was definitely not a magnanimous person. Dark mages, how many truly magnanimous dark mages throughout history have there been?

What alarmed him even more was that the Shadow Moon Temple held a press conference that same day, and the priest leading the group openly stated:

"Our purpose in coming here is to invite the living disciple of the Hailianna to return to Shadow Moon and succeed him as High Priest!"

The Shadow Moon Temple had just changed its High Priest in the last two years, but the lady who took the position and led the group declared in the typical fangirl manner, "That's Lord Hailianna's disciple, the handsome and powerful 'Flame of Fury'! With him around, how could I dare to be the High Priest!"

Mephistopheles gasped and accidentally blew up the television.

The priestess makes a lot of sense... After all, he was a sage from six thousand years ago. If we were to rank him by seniority, all the priests present would have to kneel down and call him their ancestor. It is only natural and appropriate for him to go back and succeed him. Every priest would have to give way to him.

So everyone was overjoyed and preparing to welcome the new High Priest. The only one who wasn't happy was probably the Dark Mage Mephistopheles.

Mephistopheles wasn't just unhappy; he was extremely unhappy. He had already blew up the third television, and his apprentice Anna had brought in the fourth, and had even gone so far as to ask her teacher to leave, hanging a sign on the door of the recreation room:

[Slime and Mephistopheles teacher are not allowed!]

Then... then Anna transformed into a dark elf relief on the ceiling of the mage tower. Moli brought over a laptop and, following Anna's dictation, began typing out today's novel update.

The delegation from Shadow Moon moved directly into the Temple of Light. Because the Black Mage's tower was heavily guarded, no one wanted to test how long they could survive under the Black Mage, especially since the mothership had been destroyed. So, the onlookers mostly just lingered outside the tower, craning their necks and trying to wait for the people inside to open the door.

Meanwhile, Goliath, the other protagonist in the Temple bombing, also rose to fame. Although Goliath had been a public figure for a long time, he had always been meticulous and low-key. This time, the thunderous aura of his holy spear piercing through the mothership immediately attracted a large number of fans, resulting in the Temple of Light receiving a large sum of donations from all over the world, supposedly for the high commander's recovery...

... The high priest looked at the financial statements for the past two weeks and thought to himself, "In the future, I should have Goliath show more of his battle-damaged appearance..."

However, the reporters searched the entire city but couldn't find the president. They eventually learned that he was on vacation, so the reporters had no choice but to return to the outside of the Mage Tower to continue their stakeout.

As a result, the reporter practically grew mushrooms from squatting under the tower.

What they didn't know was that the person involved, Ciprins... had been immersed in the joy of assembling bone dragons ever since the war.

Together with Mephistopheles, they dismantled a banshee, carefully studying the magic circles inscribed on her body, analyzing the Magic Power gems embedded in her, and diligently learning from her clothes. They researched and summarized many of the unique methods High Priest Hailianna used to enhance undead creatures. The two dark mages happily immersed themselves in the ocean of knowledge. The lich Damala even boldly declared that if the banshee's knowledge wasn't thorough enough after dismantling the banshee, she could dismantle it herself!

So Ciprins happily dismantled his lich, learned more knowledge, and, as promised, deposited a lot of money into the banshee and Damala's online banking accounts to buy new dresses. He even set up a cloakroom in the mage tower to store the beautiful dresses of these dead women.

For a moment, the succubi eagerly lifted the hems of their skirts, asking their two masters when it would be their turn to be dismantled.

So Ciprins had no time to care about what was happening outside; the reporters could only continue to grow mushrooms under the tower, while Mephistopheles continued to be annoyed by the Shadow Moon Mission members who refused to leave.

The Dark Mage, obsessed with dismantling bones, is hard to find, so after half a month, the Shadow Moon priests, who still hadn't seen him, couldn't sit still any longer. The trending topic on social media had become # Shadow Moon, SoSad#. They felt this wouldn't do and they had to make a decisive move.

And so, the Black Mage's tower welcomed an unexpected guest.

Mephistopheles was resting at the time, holding a lump of demon in his hand and trying to mold it into the shape of a sheep—he was halfway there when suddenly the demon began to whimper and say, "Master, I feel the holy light, it's too hot, can I find a place to cool off?"

Then Mephistopheles saw a paper butterfly appear in the window, radiating golden holy light—it was a demon messenger of a priest of light.

Hmm... this affectedly delicate and graceful style... Mephistopheles, with a gloomy face, opened the mage tower's defenses, letting the high priest, who could easily blend into the Temple walls, enter.

Upon closer inspection, Mephistopheles was now certain that the High Priest's white hair was dyed, as a sliver of dark brown hair roots inadvertently peeked out behind his ear, which, with the mage's keen eyesight, was naturally easy to spot.

This person, dedicated to making himself appear pure and white... Mephistopheles thought of the online comments about him—"Ahhh, so gentle! I want to push him hard and make him cry!"—So, High Priest, you yourself are quite satisfied with this kind of evaluation?

--This eccentric high priest has a very ordinary name; his real Chris. If he stood on the street and shouted it out, a dozen people would probably turn around and ask him what he wanted.

The ghostly Butler Nova brought over a cup of tea, but the high priest glanced at the cup cautiously, feeling that in the black mage's tower, everything he ate needed to be handled with care.

... because the contents of the teacup were a viscous, dark green color, bubbling and gurgling, with every now and then two drops of strangely colored liquid splashing out and hitting the high priest's protective holy light shield, making a sizzling sound.

Mephistopheles looked at the ghost Nova expressionlessly, while Nova innocently wrote in the air with mist: This is not the tea I brewed, it was made by Ruiduo. She thought it was the Shadow Moon Priest who came.

High Priest: "..."

Mephistopheles secretly decided to buy Ruiduo a new toy.

"Ahem..." the high priest hesitated before speaking, "I'm here on behalf of the Shadow Moon Temple, because I feel that their priests, upon seeing the revered mage, wouldn't be able to communicate normally..."

Mephistopheles: "... Oh."

High Priest: "..."

The situation became awkward at one point.

But Mephistopheles suddenly pulled something from his robes, slammed it on the table, then raised his chin, his expression arrogant, his eyes and brows brimming with the pride of a great mage, as if he had unearthed the essence of his life's work.

The high priest looked down...

"Marriage certificate?"

"We're already married, so give up on the Shadow Moon Temple. I won't let them have a chance to take Xipei away." Mephistopheles revealed a sinister smile. "Anyone who disagrees can come and try."

The white-clad high priest floated back to the Temple, conveying Mephistopheles's message. The priests of Shadow Moon couldn't sit still any longer. The priestess who hadn't yet stepped down rolled up her sleeves and slammed her hand on the table. "Come on, who's afraid of who!"

So the headline news the next day was:

Mephistopheles declares. "I'll challenge the Shadow Moon Temple for love!" Shadow Moon responds. "Come and fight!"

Having just reassembled Damala, Ciprins, who was about to rest for a while, held the newspaper with a blank expression.

Chapter 120 Mephistopheles' Battle to Save His Marriage (Part Two)

Ciprins immediately rushed out of the laboratory, ignoring Damala, who was even more bewildered than him, and a banshee clutching her own kidney, and went straight to the middle of the tower. He floated in his mage tower and then discovered that there was no one in the tower!

The tower was filled with nothing but a bunch of things that weren't human!

The mental feedback showed that the banshees were practicing singing in groups on various balconies, occasionally interspersing their insights on internal organ insurance and bone whitening techniques. Teacher Yamier and Teacher Nova were on the rooftop... well... it's best not to look. The remaining little elf, who couldn't speak very well, was intently cooking a pot of strange stuff.