Tang Miao: You Bald Donkey, You Deserve to Die
"Tick-tock..."
"Tick-tock..."
The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and a light rain was falling steadily. In the courtyard of a private villa, a wandering monk emerged.
"Brother, what are you doing? We have no past grudges or recent enmity, why did you kill my subordinate?" The wandering monk came out, looked at the dead woman, raised his eyebrows, and looked puzzled.
Tang Miao asked directly, "Are you Wu Ku?"
The wandering monk was taken aback, clearly wondering how a young man had recognized him.
However, he neither nodded nor shook his head, but instead asked, "Brother, do you know Wu Ku?"
Seeing that he didn't deny it, Tang Miao asked again, "Don't you need to continue controlling the rain?"
Wu Ku was even more puzzled, feeling that Tang Miao seemed to know a lot!
"This rain has lasted long enough until evening; it doesn't need to continue."
Upon hearing this, Tang Miao flew into a rage. "You damned bald monk, you fucking deserve to die!"
The moment he finished speaking, Tang Miao summoned the Shadow Demon Tiger. Similarly, the Snow Woman disintegrated, and Little Flame Ji possessed his body.
Upon seeing the two Commander Level Contract Beast, Wu Ku was taken aback...
Although Tang Miao's appearance just now made him realize that the other party probably had Contract Pet that could be fused with, he never expected that the other party had more than one... What baffled him the most was that he actually had two Commander Level Summoned Beast?!
Wu Ku wasn't good at fighting. Although he had some means of self-preservation, he felt he might not be able to defeat Tang Miao. He didn't want to risk his life, so he said, "Young brother, you should think this through. As a pilgrim, I don't like fighting. Regardless of which faction you belong to, let's just treat this as a meeting and a nod, leaving each other some leeway."
Tang Miao sneered, "Coincidentally, I've always disliked bald monks. Especially someone like you who deserves to be torn to pieces."
"Young brother, you jest. This old monk is wholeheartedly praying for those departed souls. Besides, is being a monk a sin?" Wu Ruo said calmly.
Fuck you!
Seeing his appearance, Tang Miao was utterly disgusted. She immediately unleashed a thunderbolt!
However, it was blocked by a layer of defense. Seeing that Tang Miao's killing intent was unrestrained, Wu Ku stopped pretending to be a saint and said in a calm voice, "Boy, you are just an Advanced Mage. Even if this old monk is not good at fighting, you may not be able to do anything to me..."
On the other hand, Han Ji did not imprison the high-ranking officials this time, because they had already guessed most of the Black Vatican's plans.
Moreover, not long ago, one of their high-ranking members disappeared. It's obvious that the person who disappeared was Salang!
But do they still have time to pursue Salang? Especially when they see the distorted space appear, leading all the way to the clouds, and a hole has appeared in the once dense clouds, a very conspicuous sight, as if a piece of the sky has been missing...
The distorted space gradually sank, and the black void expanded, gradually transforming into a black, chaotic vortex, stirring and tearing!
The ground at the corresponding spatial axis position suddenly sank down.
There, the earth was already teeming with the dead, but as the earth sank, tens of thousands of them fell, and from the clock tower, one could see the black spirits transforming into a torrential rain as they plummeted down...
The depth of the sinking earth is unknown; it looks like the entrance to hell is slowly opening, or the exposed esophagus of some enormous, terrifying creature!
The wailing of ghosts and the howling of corpses!
The most terrifying and chilling ghostly cries in the world emanated from that suddenly appearing pit of despair. They were the mournful screams of tens of thousands of horrible demons, the most authentic cries of hell, filled with despair, resentment, and profound pain!
"Sha Yuan...!"
Someone let out a gasp, and instantly a chill ran through everyone; their limbs trembled and their scalps tingled!
There, corpses littered the land, bones turned to dust, and ghosts roamed like vast clouds... That was the legendary Black Zone... "The Sha Yuan!"
Everyone's eyes seemed to have been sucked into a black hole, devoid of any spirit.
Han Ji learned the news from his subordinates and exclaimed in shock, "So this is the tomb of the greatest mage, the founder of Undead Element, the Ancient King!?"
They had been discussing how to defeat these undead, and the best way was to find the Ancient King's tomb and seal him away once more...
But is someone's grave a place that just anyone can step into?
Those on the bell tower were all high-ranking mages, yet the cowardice they displayed before Sha Yuan was no different from that of ordinary people seeking refuge and helplessness!
I had prepared a contingency plan, but now it suddenly seems completely worthless...
"Lu Huan and the Bone Hell Lord seem to be being pulled away by the Sha Yuan!" someone suddenly shouted.
Everyone present looked over, only to see that neither Lu Huan, who commanded the Imperial Mage, nor the Bone Hell Lord, who disdained humanity, could escape the Sha Yuan's devouring power...
Seeing this scene, the world suddenly fell silent, as if all sound waves had been sucked into the bottom of the Sha Yuan by that terrifying spatial vortex!
A vast curtain of rain, a thick, continuous sea of clouds. A black Undead Legion spreads and covers the horizon.
"Sha Yuan is approaching the inner city step by step." Just as everyone was stunned, Mo Fan's terrified voice rang out...
Mo Fan's words stirred up a huge wave in everyone's hearts, as if their internal organs had been shattered!
The Sha Yuan is approaching the inner city!?
If this Sha Yuan, capable of easily annihilating Bone Hell Lord, were to appear in this inner city that houses millions of refugees...
Several High Position officials couldn't even imagine this scene!
But this was not the time for shock. Han Ji turned to look at Fang Gu and the others and said, "The Sha Yuan is indeed a death trap; even Lu Huan and the Bone Hell Lord couldn't escape it. But it's not entirely impossible to enter!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Fan and the others who had come here with Fang Gu, as well as Zhang Xiaohou who had received the antidote, all paused in surprise.
Han Ji continued, "Sha Yuan is Ancient King's Tomb. He created this dead land more than two thousand years ago, where he sleeps eternally, and no one dares to disturb him. No one, including the most powerful mage, can set foot in his tomb. However, there is one group of people that Sha Yuan will not refuse: the people of Wei Ju Village!"
Following Han Ji's suggestion, Fang Gu expressed his willingness to go. Zhang Xiaohou stated that he also possessed the bloodline of Wei Ju Village, and Mo Fan, unwilling to wait to die there and possessing the Earth Holy Spring, was also willing to go to the Sha Yuan...
After everyone decided to fight to the death, they began to gather their forces and prepare to push towards the Abyss of Sha Yuan.
Just as they arrived at An Yuan Gate, within the golden barrier, they discovered that the assembled crowd was not entirely made up of magicians; there were also many ordinary people among them...
Mo Fan, Fang Gu, and Zhang Xiaohou were all filled with confusion after witnessing this scene.
It was a large army, mainly composed of men, that arrived at the North City in a grand procession, led by Military Mage.
It was completely dark, and the dim lighting barely allowed them to make out their somber faces. Their steps were slow, some even appearing blank, like condemned prisoners. But then again, they were just ordinary people; facing a tidal wave of the dead, wasn't it just suicide?
Zhang Xiaohou asked, puzzled, "Why summon these ordinary people? Do you want them to come out of the city with us?"
Not only Zhang Xiaohou, but also Mo Fan and Fang Gu were filled with doubt...
"They will first leave the city through the small gate to attract the attention of the undead, and then the mage group will lead you out through the north gate to fight your way to the Sha Yuan," Han Ji's mysterious gray-haired subordinate replied.
Mo Fan was somewhat angry and rebuked, "Isn't doing this just sending them to their deaths in vain? How is this any different from the Black Vatican?!"
Although he may seem carefree, he truly couldn't bear to see so many people die...
Hearing the angry murmurs of the group, Yao Ting Jun Si walked over and said, "We did not issue any orders, nor did we force them to enlist. It was their own choice."
"They know this better than you do. We've revealed the truth about the Sha Yuan, and told them that this city will sink into hell before dawn. We mages will risk our lives for this final gamble. Similarly, we hope there will be volunteers to use their bodies to attract the attention of the undead army, so that you can successfully enter the Sha Yuan... Their bodies will be devoured beyond recognition by the undead, their heads will be brutally ripped off, and their blood will be drained clean. But all of this will also happen to their loved ones and children. Therefore, some people will choose to be this bait for the undead, and the number is even greater than we imagined."
Upon hearing this, Mo Fan and the other two fell silent instantly.
Just as the Military Commander said, if they fail, won't their fate be the same?
If we give it our all, we might still bring hope to our family and children; if we don't, then death is the only outcome.
Moreover, they still have Military Mage by their side, and they will not be harmed until Military Mage are dead. This is the Military Mage's promise and their responsibility, which they have never shirked!
There is a small gate near the east side of the north gate. A long line of volunteers has gathered at the small gate.
Standing at the North Gate, you can see that the tightly closed small door has opened, and a Super Level Mage is seen charging straight out of the golden protective barrier.
Soon, the volunteers also rushed out of the Safe Barrier and stood on the clearing that the mages had cleared.
As the crowd grew, the presence of living beings caused the entire ocean of the dead to surge and boil. A dark, surging tide of the undead could be seen rushing towards the small door, with greedy, rotting Rotten Corpse even crawling on their companions as they pounced towards the area around the small door...