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The ancient steps were soaked from the rain, and there were footprints on them.
The inner walls were surrounded by an army of undead, which was hidden behind a thick curtain of rain. All people wanted to see the dawn with their own eyes, but they were also afraid that he would never come.
It is not clear how much time has passed, but nothing has been decided. The clock on the bell tower was closed, as they only reminded of the countdown to inevitable death.
Flaming wings, approaching, loomed in the distance, the winged man sank to the edge of the roof of the bell tower. Seeing him, Yao Nan and Zuo Feng hurried up.
– Chairman Zhu Meng, are you all right? – asked Zuo Feng.
“We lost,” Zhu Maine looked broken, and his voice sounded extremely sad.
“The giant giant … even you were unable to overcome it?” – Zuo Feng looked away into the distance, nothing was visible, but if you listen, you can discern the roar of monsters.
Zhu Man stood leaning against the wall, he was wounded in the leg, and the flaming wings behind him were dented and the thunder armor split. The majestic member of the highest rank of assessors of the magical court became a broken warrior, without the slightest spark in his eyes.
“They … how are they?” – asked Zhu Meng.
Now Zhu Meng was most worried about Mo Fang and the others. The people who left with them were not few, and only half were able to return in the end. Zhu Meng saw with his own eyes how one of the strongest war magicians, Yao Ting, was simply crushed by the ridge of the dead.
Zhu Meng was among the last to leave the battlefield, but he, too, was not aware of how many people were able to escape in the end.
The power of the giant giant goes beyond their imagination, that even without this zombie abyss, it seems, it will level the inner walls with the ground.
“I will help you, and you will see for yourself,” said Zuo Feng, lifting up Zhu Mang.
Zhu Man did not understand where to look, until Yao Nan pointed at Cesen, who told about the bronze mirror of the evil eye.
– Ha ha ha, you are really funny, they put everything on this imp! – An unpleasant laugh sounded from above.
Zhu Meng raised his head, and looked with disgust at Deacon Hujing Mu He tied to the bell tower.
Mu Ho laughed madly, like a little devil, cunning and evil, as befits an incorrigible novice of the black church.
Death for Mu He means absolutely nothing, he hid in the shadows for the sake of today’s triumph for so many years, the triumph is over, and now even if he dies, only his body will die, but the soul will live forever in the palace of the black church of immortality, where will be treated as a deity!
He Mu Ho today killed so many people, and together with those victims in the city of Bo, all these souls will serve him in the Palace of Immortality for his services to the black church!
Now he doesn’t need to do anything, just wait for everyone to die, and he will go to his “paradise”!
– This psycho, to kill him will be enough to pour out all the rage! – Yao Nan said fiercely, looking at Mu He.
Zhu Meng was not up to this, he carefully looked in a bronze mirror.
In the bronze mirror of the evil eye could see a dark purple lightning, dazzling jumping on the ground. An electric discharge danced around Mo Fan, hiding him in his arms.
Zhu Meng looked at this sight in surprise!
“Is that … Is that all he interrupted?” Said Zhu Meng in a trembling voice.
“Yeah, they entered the path of death,” said Zuo Feng.
“He is alone … how much did he kill?”
Everywhere there were bones of skeletons that covered the ground with a carpet.
And in the center of the bone carpet there was a striking mountain. Skeleton skulls, limbs, torso, ribs, fingers, jaws … everything was dropped into one pile!
Mo Fan in the flame stood on this mountain of bones, his precious serpentine coat was all torn, and crumbled to pieces …
Obviously, Mo Fan’s forces were already running out, it seemed that he would have fallen from the slightest gust of wind.
But he was still on his feet, and in his tired gas, there was still a vital flame.
“Zhu Meng, good to have you back …”
A voice rang out in a couple of steps from behind, the high-ranking officials who had already run away were returning, and together with Han Ji and the mysterious gray, they went upstairs.
Lin Xi, Chujia, Lu Xu, Fei Jiao have already recovered a bit. They were the main force in terms of escape, so that at least someone to bring the living.
Mysterious gray dumbfounded, seeing Zhu Man standing at the bronze mirror, knowing his feelings, he stood up and slapped his shoulder, then exhaled heavily and began: “They did a lot for us and for the city, from the very beginning they were present in the plan, but in the end they were waiting for death in this two thousand-year-old tomb … ”
“True, Zhu Man, don’t be discouraged, it’s more important to look ahead,” soothed Zhu Meng Fei Jiao.
– Surrounded by a crowd of skeletons, oh …
“He … They did not die,” exclaimed Zhu Meng, who had been standing silently for a long time.
Everyone was numb with the voice of Zhu Maine.
It is impossible, how much time has passed, the average magician, and there, the high level should have perished there long ago.
– You yourself take a look! – Zhu Meng poked his finger in a bronze mirror
At that moment, everyone stood up again, and saw this mountain of bones, so startling Zhu Man!
Mo Fan was standing on a mountain of bones, a flame was burning in his palm. Crowds of skeletons climbed the mountain, but did not climb high, as Mo Fan burned them.
It was obvious to everyone that Mo Fan’s watch was numbered, but seeing the pile of bones under his feet, the high-ranking tears had eyes.
He is still not dead!
He is not dead!
They have long lost hope. None of them would have thought that he could suddenly endure so much on the path of death.
His fighting spirit did not fall under such oppression, now you can even measure it: with all this mountain of bones!Translations by AxomiaHoiMoi Tranlations.
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