Ordinary mage of full-time mage

Chapter 146 Chapter 147

The corpse of the mountain was approaching, and this guy didn't dare to release any more violent aura, because the person standing above his head didn't dare to make any rash moves.

With trembling steps, it walked past the signal tower of the building where Mo Fan was standing. At this moment, Mo Fan could clearly see the face of the man in the armored robe!

It wasn't his side face, because the man in the armor also turned his head, and those eyes that were pools of dead water were staring at him directly!

"Boss... Chief Instructor..." Mo Fan shuddered all over his body, and couldn't believe what he saw.

Zhankong! !
This face is clearly the Chief Instructor Zhan Kong! !

Mo Fan felt that his mind was about to be subverted, he couldn't understand what he saw at all.

Zhan Kong, who was wearing an armored robe, was staring at him. He didn't know if he recognized him, or he just felt that his demonic aura was different.

Suddenly, the man in armor raised his hand.

An inverted chaotic hole appeared in front of Mo Fan!
Mo Fan subconsciously thought that he was attacking him, and tensed up, ready to fight with that deep doubt.

However, what was released from the Cave of Chaos was not the destructive energy that was released before. It was as if a strange gate of time and space had been opened, and three figures were drawn out of the chaotic whirlwind.

"Liu Ru, Zhang Xiaohou, Su Xiaoluo!"

Mo Fan recognized the three of them at a glance, jumped up hurriedly, grabbed one with one hand, and bit the collar of Zhang Xiaohou's neck with his teeth...

The three of them were obviously stunned by the whirlwind of chaos, and they closed their eyes unconsciously. After Mo Fan put them down, his eyes fell on the man in the armor again.

However, Zhan Kong, who was completely different from the two of them, did not make any eye contact with Mo Fan any more. He turned around indifferently, leaving everyone with a peerless and independent back...

As he turned around, the corpse of the mountain seemed to have received some order, turned around, and walked out of the city with big strides.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Every time the corpse of the mountain took a step, there was a sound of the earth shaking and the mountain shaking, and every time he took a step, he would see an army of undead sinking into the soil inexplicably outside the inner city.

Beicheng was the first to disappear. Most of the rotting corpse army had the ability to escape from the ground. The vast sea of ​​corpses penetrated under the wreckage of the city in just a few minutes. Judging from the unusual fluctuations produced by the ground, tens of thousands Ji's army of rotting corpses is following the mountain corpse away... To be precise, it should be the person standing on top of the mountain corpse!

"Boom~~~"

The sound of footsteps got farther and farther away, and most of the tide of undead in the northern city had faded away. The spectacular departure caused the sun to delay the radiance of the sun, as if twilight was approaching.

Gradually, a ghost king in the south finally appeared in the eyes of the world!

This ghost seems to have more to say, frantically opened the huge bat-like wings, and flew over the golden barrier in the inner city with a burst of panic, also heading in the direction of the north...

Following this ghost king was an army of evil ghosts like dark clouds rolling wildly. When they flew over the golden barrier, the entire inner city was plunged into darkness again, and you couldn't see your fingers.

It didn't take long for these clouds made up of countless evil spirits to fly to the north, returning wisps of humble sunshine to the city, and leaving a patch of scaring people who passed out on the street.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!!!"

In the end, the terrifying skeleton army finally receded like a tide.

The dead kings of all directions, including the corpse of the mountain peak, the four dead kings who are still alive have led the undead tribes they ruled away gradually. None of them dare to stay, and no one touches the inner city again, even if the inner city is golden. The world will be shattered at any moment.

The black ocean gradually disappeared to the north, and the mess of the city was completely exposed to the gradually brightening sunlight. Collapsed buildings, broken streets, broken bridges, and unrecognizable urban areas...

Only the well-preserved inner city has countless survivors and complete city walls and buildings, but it seems to have collapsed, and there is silence under the sun. For a long time, no one realized that this catastrophe is over!

"We survived...we survived!!"

"It's gone, it's all gone, there are no undead, not even one!!"

"We won, we won!!"

Suddenly there was a wave of cheers in the city, the light of dawn was already extremely bright, the dark clouds were still there, and the rain was still there, but none of this mattered anymore, as long as the undead army was gone, the city would be saved and they would be alive come down! !
On the city wall, countless mages collapsed on the ground. This catastrophe squeezed all the potential of their bodies. They were ready to die, but they didn't expect that they were still alive and witnessed the scene of the tide of undead fading with their own eyes! !

It's unbelievable, even they themselves can't believe it.

That feeling is no less than a storm and the tide is about to pass through the throat, and the rain will make everything rise. Suddenly, the black tide fades, fades to my feet, and returns to the small island I stepped on...

I don’t know how many people fell on their backs, even if the rain fell on their faces, the cold rain was still scalding hot, and it couldn’t quench the excitement and joy in their hearts! !
How many people embraced each other tightly, and cried aloud after being rescued from a desperate situation, those who knew each other, those who didn't...

Some of the mages who were still in the outer city had already returned, and some stood in the empty ruins, and it took a long time for them to wake up.

Mo Fan was still standing on the building, his eyes fixed on the north.

The sacrificial patterns all over his body have disappeared from his body, and the silver upside-down long hair has returned to its original black drooping face, and the violent flames and lightning have been withdrawn to the depths of the soul. The battle is over, and this demon in the depths of the soul should also Sleep deeply, otherwise my young life will suddenly become the shell of an old man.

"We... where are we??" Zhang Xiaohou was the first to wake up, shaking his drowsy head vigorously.

Soon he saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the iron tower, his face was ecstatic, and he hugged Mo Fan, excitedly speaking incoherently.

Mo Fan hadn't fully recovered from the cold blood brought by the devil, but seeing Zhang Xiaohou crying like a silly brother, he couldn't help but pat him on the head.

It took a long time before Zhang Xiaohou calmed down. Seeing Mo Fan staring at the north, he asked, "Did you see it?"

"He's always been there, right?" Mo Fan asked slowly.

In this catastrophe, there are still too many things that cannot be explained, and it seems that someone is secretly fighting against the Black Vatican.

However, Mo Fan never saw him until that moment...

"Well, he's always been there." Zhang Xiaohou looked back at the city that was celebrating, and countless people were surrounding Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious gray-white man who had returned to the inner city.

(End of this chapter)