Versatile Mage: The core of the Ark, childhood sweetheart Ding Yumian

Chapter 140: Old Man Jiang Reappears, Purple Alert!
"Your Honor, the water from the Kunjing Well in Hua Village has been obtained. When can we use it?"

"We need to wait a little longer. Only when the disaster really happens will people be willing to believe that a catastrophe is imminent. Otherwise, we cannot expect millions of people to obey our orders." The beautiful woman said calmly.

"Also, send some people to rescue the scattered mages."

At her level, she looks at things differently from ordinary people.

Doing this may result in some casualties, but it is a necessary sacrifice!

The human heart is unpredictable. Even if she stood up and said that the ancient capital was about to be struck by a disaster, there would definitely be many people who would doubt it. Only when they really saw the disaster befall them and fear overwhelmed everything, would they believe that what she said was true.

What's more, before this, they even formulated a "guillotine" plan, willing to sacrifice ten super-class mages to bury Saran with him!

"Sarang, where are you hiding?"

A voice that only one person could hear was heard. It was not loud, but it echoed throughout the entire city wall, as if it was exploring something.

But what is extremely strange is that no one can hear this sound.

This is the pinnacle of sound magic!
Combined with the previous titles given to her, her identity as a beautiful woman is already obvious.

presiding judge!
From the Supreme Court!

Adding these two together, there is only one person in the entire country.

Even Fang Zhou didn't know how huge the impact of the small change he imagined would bring.

The Chief Judge has come to the ancient capital in person, determined to take Saran's life!

Of course, this premise is that Saran has to appear.
Under the hazy rain curtain, the gray city tower stands in the center of the long city wall. It is unknown how many years of wind and rain have allowed it to settle down to such a vicissitudes of color.

There are still many mages guarding the city wall road. They listen to the bells in the distance and pray for the day to come earlier.

Rain always delays the dawn, and perhaps some mages fighting outside will never come back because of the weather.

Dawn arrives, dark clouds and rain make everything gloomy, but no matter how gloomy it is, no matter how obscure it is, the night is over, now is daytime, it is early morning, it is time for the dead to leave.
But the undead did not leave, they still stood there, their eyes still glowing with bloody and ferocious light! !

"I told you, I don't like rain." Mo Fan looked at the city and land soaked by rain.

This scene seemed familiar. It was like the worst nightmare was happening again in Bo, the city where he grew up!

Everyone was dumbfounded. The dawn was shining, but it was raining continuously. In the past thousand years, no ghosts had ever appeared in the daytime. But now it was really happening in front of their eyes!!

"Howl~~~~~~~~~!!!!"

A death knell-like cry came from the direction of the northern corner of the city, and between the dark sky and earth, a skeletal creature with huge bone wings flew over close to the clouds.

Its figure is getting closer and closer, its bone body is comparable to the main tower standing on the north city wall, and its bone wings can cast a large shadow like a cloud when fully extended!

People didn’t know what it was, but when it looked down upon the tiny city wall and the tiny people in the city, fear spread like a plague from the city wall, spreading across half of the northern city in an instant! !

"The Lord of Bones!!!!"

“It also woke up in the dawn?” No one responded to these questions. The only answer they got was a roar like a death knell.

"Howl~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

The Lord of the Underworld flapped its wings and hovered several kilometers away from the city wall. It raised the main head among the three heads high. Through its hollow throat, black energy could be seen shining in its mouth! !
The sharp dark light suddenly turned into a shock wave, whistling over from several kilometers away.

The space was buzzing. The death shock wave did not have an arc, but instead presented a straight diagonal line that swept across the area of ​​the heavy rain curtain and the north city wall. Within a few seconds, the black shock wave came roaring!

The black light was so dense that even the dawn disappeared.

"How dare you, a thousand-year-old skeleton, be so presumptuous?!"

A black-haired old man stood on the city wall at some point in the night. Even when Zhu Meng and his men rushed out of the city to kill the Guixiang tyrant, he did not show up.

But any magician who has stayed in the ancient capital for a while knows that this old man is clearly Han Ji, the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association!

Chairman Han Ji knew the plan of the Inquisition, but he could not tolerate the Millennium King wantonly destroying the protective wall that he had built with so much effort.

If the court holds him accountable for this, he is willing to bear all the consequences!
"Snow Princess's Cry: Lamenting the Ice River!!!"

The constellations sparkled brightly, forming a magnificent star palace. The dim sky seemed to be frozen. Before the super-level third-grade ice magic had completely descended, the rain in the sky had already turned into ice particles and fell.

But at this moment, a beam of light streaked across the sky, dyeing the entire dark sky red-gold, like the rising light of the first rays of the morning, and the ripples of light even caused the space to appear broken!

The sky cracked and the earth shattered. This level of magic is close to the pinnacle of human beings!
The dawn has not come, but the holy light of magic still illuminates the sky!!

The dazzling scarlet-gold holy light directly confronted the black death shock wave. There was no violent collision and explosion as imagined, but only the mutual annihilation of light and darkness.

Finally, wisps of golden holy light fell, illuminating the dark world.

Light defeated darkness, and countless low-level undead had nowhere to hide under the holy light. They disappeared one after another like the best of the best.

The Lord of the Underworld was even knocked back more than ten kilometers away. Upon closer inspection, the head in the middle that was breathing out had disappeared! !
Han Ji had not expected this to happen. Someone actually defeated the attack of the Lord of the Underworld before him. He could only hurriedly turn the magic in his hand and sprinkle the icy rain of sorrow on the more distant land, freezing large tracts of the undead.

But when did such an extremely powerful light wizard come to the ancient capital?
This kind of holy light is extremely pure. I am afraid that the user has already transcended the category of a super-class magician!

An old man with white hair and beard and wearing a straw raincoat was suspended in the air. The extremely powerful holy light just now came from his hand.

Of course, this person is Fang Zhou in the guise of Jiang Ziya.

In an instant, the wave of undead that was about to attack the entire northern city wall actually stopped, and was frightened away by the red-gold holy light!

At this time, a layer of strange purple color slowly unfolded and gradually enveloped the northern city area.

“Purple alert!!!”

The purple of death rose from all directions of the city and became one.

A new day starts with purple alert.
(End of this chapter)