Mephistopheles's Battle to Defend His Marriage (Three)
"Oh dear, "Ciprins suddenly sighed, forgetting that there was still that troublemaker, Mel, over there!
Did that guy really take on Shadow Moon one-on-one?
Thinking this, Ciprins patted his forehead, took out his phone from his spatial ring, tried a few times, and finally managed to open his social media account correctly. Then, a headline news article popped up immediately.
The background of the photo appears to be the Temple of Light, with two mages, both dressed in black, standing next to the giant toe of the statue of the God of Light. One is Mel in battle attire, and the other is a woman in a modern Shadow Moon Temple dress... It seems they are indeed about to fight—both are holding curses in their hands.
Ciprins hurriedly walked outside.
"... The priestly delegation of the Shadow Moon Temple recently arrived in Holy Light City, the capital of the Osland Federation... and held a press conference... The currently popular black mage 'Flame of Fury,' 'Master of the Undead,' and 'Evil Fire Saint' —Lord Ciprins Field —is expected to succeed as the new High Priest of the Moon... Reactions to this matter are mixed..."
He suddenly heard the television broadcast adding fuel to the fire again, and he couldn't help but feel frustrated. These reporters... they really haven't improved at all!
"... Now, Mephistopheles has openly declared war on the Shadow Moon Temple. We eagerly anticipate this epic battle, and..."
The more Ciprins listened, the worse his expression became. He Teleportation to the outside of the tower, where, despite the magical defenses, layers upon layers of reporters blocked the area, making it impossible to move. Even the sheriff had set up warning signs on the road, and many vehicles were forced to detour. Ciprins was so angry that he kept rubbing his fingers together.
"Don't you think it's chaotic enough?" Ciprins appeared in mid-air, looking down at the reporters, and his question caused a stir among them.
Wow! Ciprins Sypris!
"Ah!!! Lord Flame of Fury is so handsome... I'm going to faint!"
"Your Excellency, Lord Flame of Fury, who do you think is more skilled, Lord Mephistopheles or the current High Priestess?"
"Your Excellency, will you inherit the position of High Priest of the Shadow Moon Temple?"
"Lord Evil Fire Saint! Will you divorce Lord Mephistopheles? When will you divorce?"
There was even one fearless individual who was screaming at the top of his lungs, "Excuse me, will you separate from Lord Mephistopheles after the divorce?"
Ciprins's knuckles cracked as he thought, "I just got married, we haven't even finished planning the wedding, and you want us to get a divorce? To break up?"
If Mel and Shadow Moon get into a fight, it's all your reporters' fault!
Unable to control himself, Ciprins suddenly waved his hand.
Bang bang bang! Puff puff puff--
After a series of strange sounds...
"Meow meow meow meow~~~~~~~~~"
Outside the tower, a colorful flock of sheep huddled together, bleating loudly.
Author's Note:
Xixi said, "I've wanted to take action against these reporters for a long time!"
Mel exclaimed, "Damn reporters! There are so many bitches trying to ruin my relationship with Xipei everywhere!"
Chapter 121 Mephistopheles' Battle to Save His Marriage (Part 3)
Traffic jams have reappeared in Holy Light City, but this time it's not due to some major incident like a mothership attack, nor is it the fault of poor road planning or traffic control. Rather, it's because...
A flock of colorful, fluffy sheep, bleating sweetly, were swaggering along the road!
#Shocking! Modern magical contamination causes sheep to develop unusual colors!#
The entire social media was abuzz with this topic, because the flock of sheep was just too brightly colored! Normally, sheep don't come in orange, red, pink, green, or even dreamy purple! So the magical engineers were innocently caught in the crossfire and flocked online to debate the rumors.
Some netizens also pointed out – is this the farmer's unique performance art?
Does dyed sheep constitute animal cruelty?
However, the people of the capital laughed heartily and happily took out their phones to take photos—a black wizard, or rather, a black wizard herding a flock of sheep, a sight to behold once in a century!
Ciprins wasn't really thinking anything. In a fit of anger, he turned the reporters into sheep, but he couldn't leave them at his doorstep to annoy his teachers, so he took them with him to find Mel. He had been thinking about how to make Mel feel more at ease. He had always regarded the pursuit of knowledge as his direction, and while he respected the dark gods, he wasn't particularly devout. That's why he firmly believed that he wasn't suitable to be the High Priest of Shadow Moon —as for not being able to get married, that was obviously a joke, because gods wouldn't go to a room in the middle of the night to check if their messengers were living with someone.
Ciprins smiled. He knew that although Mephistopheles always used "being the leader of the temple means I can't get married, but I want a title" as an excuse to spread around, making himself seem like a naive, love-struck child, Ciprins could guess that Mephistopheles was just afraid that he was too soft-hearted to refuse her firmly—after all, in Mephistopheles' memory, he had a bad record of "being bullied by researchers and never fighting back in a good-natured way."
Looking back now, Ciprins feels he is gradually changing; for example, he has come to enjoy roasting the Five-Star Old Man.
The Five-Star Old Man called Ciprins a couple of days ago, saying he hoped to have him take over the research institute. He himself was currently working in the economics department, a position Ciprins felt was more suitable for Five-Star Old Man than the research institute. However, Ciprins naturally refused the offer, saying, "You fill the research institute with vibrators, and then you're too old to use them all, so you want to dump them on me? Sorry, I don't need them, because I'm not single like you. I have my Mel."
Over the phone, he seemed to hear the Five-Star Old Man fall down the stairs with a thud.
When he came to his senses, he realized, "Huh? Why am I being watched?"
"Hahahaha--That sheep is actually a reporter!"
Ciprins turned around and saw that one of the reporters in his flock had turned back into a human. He must know some magic and has high magic resistance. However, when the reporter turned back into human form, he did not react violently or run away. Instead, he immediately remained sitting on the ground and took pictures with his camera.
... Unrepentant!
So with a "poof," he turned into a bleating sheep again.
When he led his flock to the square of the Temple of Light, he found that a battle had already begun.
The priests of light stood at the edge of the plaza, with a high-ranking priest from the priesthood every ten meters or so. They stretched out their hands, emitting soft holy light, which merged in their hands to envelop the entire plaza, forming a barrier of holy light. The paladins, with their backs to the plaza, held Holy Light Shield, keeping the large crowd of onlookers at a safe distance.
The holy light barrier formed by the priests was constantly shaken by the intense spells within, eliciting joyful (?) gasps from the onlookers. Even the approaching flock of colorful sheep couldn't distract them.
Ciprins to a high place and saw Mephistopheles fighting with a female priestess, while a group of silent black-clad priests sat outside, looking indignant—could it be that Mel had just engaged in a tag-team battle? Ciprins couldn't help but feel smug—his Mephistopheles was truly amazing!
Actually, nothing else was needed, but the ability to ignite and then extinguish Hellfire was enough to deter the priests from taking action—the fact that such a malevolent spell as Hellfire could be perfectly controlled was a spell that had been lost for many years in modern times. They almost thought that Mephistopheles had traveled from the legendary era.
So Mephistopheles was just as smug as Ciprins. He thought to himself, "My Xipei is the best in the world! He learned Hellfire when he was just a teenager, and he can even summarize his experience and pass it on to me so that I can learn it in no time. He is truly the best dark mage!"
Even without Mental Link, the two dark mages' brainwaves often automatically align on the same frequency.