vncnus Chapter 106 I Don't Like Rainy Days
Chapter 106 I Don't Like Rainy Days
Chapter 106 I Don't Like Rainy Days
"Oh, you're really lucky to be alive, you're still alive?" The demonic man landed from the sky, casually taking out a bottle of antidote and handing it to Mo Fan, saying, "Use this, otherwise your summoned beast will soon die from the decay of its flesh."
Mo Fan felt a pang of sadness looking at the Swift Star Wolf, which was covered in wounds.
He applied the antidote to the deeper wounds on its body, and the shocking wounds quickly showed signs of self-healing, which relieved him.
"Your antidote is pretty good. Where did you buy it?" Mo Fan asked.
"I composed it myself," the effeminate man said with a smile.
"You're a pharmacist?" Mo Fan was somewhat surprised. He had heard Tang Yue mention that Chao He, the murderer, was a pharmacist when they went to capture him together.
"Yes, I minored in poison," the demon man said.
"Poison type? That's quite rare." Lu Jie walked over and looked at the demon man.
The effeminate man nodded and said, "This kind of system is rare in China, but more common abroad."
"Are there any necromancy factions in the country?" Mo Fan asked, looking at the land.
"Yes, but since most of the tempering techniques used by necromancers are based on inanimate objects, it's easy to violate the Mage's Covenant, so necromancers generally don't show themselves off easily," the demon man said.
"So there really are necromancy factions." Mo Fan was somewhat surprised. It seemed that he was still in the lower middle level of the entire magic pyramid, and the vastness of the magic world was beyond his current reach.
"I see that your fire and lightning nebulae are already at the Great Perfection, and you're not far from the high-level ones. These are a few fragments of souls I collected as payment for helping me deal with the monsters." The demon man casually handed the vessel of dead souls to Mo Fan.
Mo Fan didn't stand on ceremony. He had done his part, so these remnants of souls were his.
When no one was looking, he fed these remnants of soul to the little loach.
"Let's go. The light magic circle has been activated. They're probably surrounded by countless rotting corpses and corpse generals right now, and we can't rejoin the group. Let's go back to the city wall and observe." The demon man flapped his wings and casually picked up Mo Fan, saying.
Their mission is complete: escorting the team to the designated location. The rest is up to the Kuomintang secret police and master hunters...
Flying in the sky, Mo Fan took in the entire black land. To his horror, the number of rotting corpses had hardly decreased, while the number of corpse generals was increasing.
Corpse Generals are already extremely terrifying to ordinary mid-level mages, and Mo Fan alone barely managed to deal with 5 small Corpse Generals.
Looking further into the distance, among the densely packed undead legions, one can see several creatures the size of small mountains. Their roars can be heard as far as the city walls, which are tens of kilometers away. Every time they unleash a skill, it causes the earth to shake and the ground to collapse...
"Just how many Commander-level undead are there?" Mo Fan asked in shock.
On this vast land shrouded in boundless resentment, there is a colossal undead ruler every kilometer...
How many high-level human mages are there?
He could even see six or seven high-level mages dealing with a towering bone beast, and even from this distance, he could feel the destructive aura coming towards him.
"Not all high-level mages are like that freak who can solo kill a commander-level mage," the demonic man said, glancing at Lu Jie beside him.
Lu Jie glanced at the effeminate man and said, "Why are you swearing?"
Immediately afterwards, a great sword radiating light descended from the sky, pinning the towering skeletal figure to the ground.
"What... what kind of magic is this?" Mo Fan asked in utter astonishment.
"Light-type super-tier magic - Holy Decree: Demon-Slaying Sword!" A hint of longing gleamed in the demon man's eyes.
Super-level magic—that was the super-level magic he had always been pursuing. However, the path of cultivation was long, and he himself was not sure if he could reach the super-level realm in this lifetime and control such powerful forces.
"You haven't even reached the advanced level yet, so don't even think about surpassing it for now," Lu Jie teased Mo Fan mercilessly.
"Screw you! When I reach a higher level, I'll awaken a light element too. Then I'll wield my greatsword and take down every demon with a single strike!" Mo Fan cursed.
They quickly returned to the city wall, but unfortunately, the weather turned bad and it started raining again.
The night was not over yet, but the mages guarding the city walls were having a hard time. They preferred to wear raincoats and straw raincoats, and no mage would cast a spell to avoid the rain.
The cold was unbearable, let alone for the mages who were still fighting the undead on the front lines.
The three of them rested by the railing of a city tower, watching several high-level mages fighting fiercely against the Ghost Tyrant on the front lines.
"Why do you both look so gloomy?" The demonic man stood resting by the railing of the city tower, looking at the two of them, and asked.
"I really don't like this rain." Lu Jie stretched out his hand. The tragedy that happened in Bocheng unfolded in the rain.
"Me too... This reminds me of those scum!" Mo Fan clenched his fists and said with a gloomy expression.
"You mean...?"
"The Black Vatican!"
Upon hearing this, the demon man's previously relaxed expression immediately turned serious. He no longer cared about watching his superior, Du Xiao, and the other four super-level mages, including Zhu Meng, hunt down the Ghost Tyrant.
"Was the whole thing in Bo City started in a similar rainstorm?" the demon man asked.
Lu Jie nodded and said, "I feel like I can smell their presence, right here in this city."
The demonic man had a stern face, preferring to kill ten thousand innocent people rather than let one guilty person go free.
He immediately turned and left the city wall. He suddenly looked up at the sky, hoping that their worries were unnecessary...
In the end, the Ghost Tyrant was killed by the combined efforts of four super-level mages. They had won the battle, and the main force retreated back into the city.
Dawn had arrived, but to everyone's utter horror, the undead did not retreat; instead, they became even more ferocious!
The chimes echoed through the city at that moment, and the people living in the city began a new day.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?" Zhu Meng, who was healing his wounds, suddenly rushed down, looking at the undead legion that was naturally ferocious and violent in the dawn light with a look of astonishment.
"Isn't it all over already?" Lu Xu landed on the city wall, his eyes bloodshot.
His right hand was gone, blood seeping through the simple bandage, and his face showed the panic and disbelief of someone still reeling from a nightmare.
"Waaaaah—!!"
A death knell-like sound came from the north corner of the city.
Through the thick rain, everyone's gazes were startled to discover that in the dim and unclear world, a skeletal creature with enormous bone wings was flying close to the clouds...
"Lord of the Underworld, the Corpse King!!!"
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xu slowly uttered these words.
The four of them barely managed to kill a Ghost Tyrant together, and they were already in a sorry state. Now a Skeleton King has appeared. Is the heavens going to destroy the ancient capital?
(End of this chapter)