Full-Time Mage: Starting from Obtaining the Mysterious Ancient Tree

Chapter 173 A glimmer of hope

The Lord of the Underworld, a being of the Corpse-Slaying Netherworld, has appeared!

The corpse of the mountain peak stands tall!

Rotting corpses, corpse generals, skeletons, bone generals, evil spirits, ghost generals—these incredibly dense undead spirits covered the earth…

On the city wall.

The leaders of the ancient capital were shocked, but quickly regained their composure.

The question now is not why the undead can appear during the day, but how to protect the people living inside the outer city walls in the face of the undead army's attack.

The outer city wall standing in the ancient capital is too long.

Faced with the undead armies led by these two powerful monarchs.

It cannot be defended.

They can only do their best to delay and buy time for the people to evacuate.

next moment.

Han Ji, president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, and Lu Huan, chief of the Imperial Guard, made their move simultaneously.

A dazzling star palace stands in the sky!

A dazzling magic descended.

"Xue Ji's Cry!"

"The catastrophic roar!"

The ice and snow of a world-ending tragedy freeze all spirits, and the raging waves of destruction churn the dead.

The frozen ice and surging waves were suffocating.

At this moment, even the Lord of the Underworld and the Corpse of the Mountain Peak stopped in their tracks.

Master, this is the true Supreme Master.

Even the undead cataclysm could not conceal its brilliance!

at the same time.

Other high-level mages were also making their moves, using high-level spells in turn and high-level spells with ease...

that's it.

As time passed, the civilians were safely evacuated, and the high-level mages also retreated to the inner city walls.

This means that the outer city of the ancient capital has been abandoned, and it's only a matter of time before the dead fill this area.

However, the ancient capital is facing a crisis.

This is just the beginning.

……

soon.

The inner city of the ancient capital.

Clock Tower Magical Society.

Someone has already noticed that something is wrong.

That's why the dead can appear during the day!

That is, there is a huge problem with the rainwater falling from the sky above the ancient capital; it has been mixed with a potion called the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds.

Therefore, this calamity in the ancient capital was clearly not a natural disaster, but a man-made one.

Just then, a mysterious figure in gray and white, completely covered up, arrived.

He received the approval of a powerful figure and appeared in the ancient capital.

His arrival solved the mystery.

original.

All of this was the work of the Black Vatican. He also claimed that the disaster in Bo City years ago was merely a prelude to this tragedy in the ancient capital.

A rehearsal...?
That was a disaster! That was a river of blood! A small town was plunged into the indiscriminate slaughter and carnage of demons. And all of this was just a rehearsal, for an even bigger conspiracy that was about to unfold in the ancient capital!
Those present were all high-ranking officials, high-level figures, and supreme mages, but upon hearing these words, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines!

Rehearsal...

Using millions of lives as a rehearsal—is there anything more cruel in this world?!
As the cold rain fell, the crowd watched the masked man who had revealed the truth, their shock and chills lingering for a long time.

"The ancient king has not yet fully awakened, but the Eight Directions of the Dead have already taken advantage of the heavy rain to invade the ancient capital, intending to turn it into an even larger undead kingdom as the first great gift after the ancient king awakens from his thousand-year slumber... The Eight Directions of the Dead are led by the Corpse of the Mountain Peak, but the Corpse of the Mountain Peak is extremely cunning and will not easily set foot in the city. It will be very difficult to kill it and deter the vast army of undead. So, if nothing unexpected happens, the Eight Directions of the Dead will first invade all the land outside the city walls, waiting for the ancient king to awaken, and then destroy the inner city's inheritance barrier in one fell swoop," said the mysterious gray-white man.

“The king hasn’t even woken up yet and it’s already in this state. Can the ancient capital still hold on?” Elder Lingxi of the Hunter Alliance said.

"It's not the Lord of the Undead, it's the Ancient King. The Lord of the Undead has no ability to command the rulers of the dead in all directions. It must be the Ancient King, the one who created this land of the dead!" The mysterious gray-white man said with great seriousness and certainty.

"Ancient King??"

If we trace back to the distant past, the people who created the Land of the Dead would say that the demons of the dead do not actually exist. But it was only two thousand years ago that things that died and were resurrected spread like a plague, from initially wandering only in tombs and mausoleums to now roaming the earth in a grand manner!

How the dead arrive is probably no longer a secret.

"What's the point of knowing all this? I'd rather hear how to avert this catastrophe," Ling Xi said calmly, looking at the mysterious man.

"The rain is probably just the first step in the Black Vatican's grand plan. The second step is to awaken the Ancient King. Once the Ancient King awakens, the inner city will turn into a pool of blood! First, we must stop this rain," the mysterious man said.

“We don’t even know where the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds comes from, so how can we stop it? Let alone how can we stop the rain?” someone said.

"The complete annihilation of Weiju Village was not caused by the restlessness of the undead, but by the Black Church. The Nine Nether Dew came from the Kun Well water that the villagers of Weiju Village had protected for generations. The rainwater in the disaster in Bo City contained a violent spring with the opposite effect of the Earthly Holy Spring, which led to the attack on Tuo City by the Demon Wolf Clan. The Nine Nether Dew was also transformed from the Kun Well water and came from the same alchemist, allowing them to blend perfectly into the rainwater. Once the rain comes, the disaster will follow! This is why a rehearsal is necessary."

The mysterious white man succinctly explained, "At the same time, the Kun Well Spring can neutralize the ferocity and deathly resentment of the Nine Nether Dew. Although it's not enough to completely counteract the Nine Nether Dew corrupted by the other springs, it can buy us half a day. Whether we're searching for the sealed Ancient King or requesting more support, at least we have the most precious time!"

“The entire village of Weiju has been wiped out, and the source of the Kunjing well can no longer be found. Doesn’t that mean we have no chance?” Zhu Meng said, frowning.

“There’s another one! There’s another portion of Kunjing Spring Water that’s not in the hands of the Black Vatican; it was obtained by Fang Gu, the village chief of Yangyang Village,” the mysterious gray-haired man said.

Next.

Having resolved the doubts of the higher-ups, the gray-haired mystery man departed.

When the mysterious gray-haired man arrived at Daifang Valley...

Something unexpected happened.

His "replacement" was brutally murdered on the way!
but.

This was a scheme orchestrated by the mysterious gray-white man, a decoy plot, a scheme to confirm whether Salang was hiding among the high-ranking officials of the ancient capital.

The Supreme Court has been investigating Salam's whereabouts, and this time they have finally found some clues about him.

Therefore, Han Ji and the mysterious gray-white man joined forces to devise a plan.

This time, the focus was limited to the upper echelons of the ancient capital.

Now she has finally given herself away.

Therefore, even if Han Ji had to place more than a dozen high-ranking mages under house arrest, he would not want to miss the opportunity to kill Salang!
……

outside world.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, seemingly threatening to destroy the ancient capital.

The icy rain, like a swift arrow, soaked through the very foundations of the ancient capital.

Even more terrifying are the spirits of the dead who crawl out of tombs, ghost mounds, cemeteries, and mausoleums and refuse to leave. The rain-soaked earth is covered with them, and the once majestic outer city wall is like a fragile dam. Its weak body cannot withstand this tide of the dead!

The outer city walls collapsed completely, thick bricks and stones crumbled with a roar, and tall city towers fell like clay sculptures, not to mention the houses on the streets...

Looking out from the inner city wall, the area within a radius of more than ten kilometers of this ancient capital has been completely submerged by a black ocean. Buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals have all been destroyed by the spirits of the dead, and not even a trace of the remains can be seen!
The undead finally entered the city, surging in from all directions. What was most terrifying was not the undead's ability to devour everything, but the sight of a vast, dark mass stretching for kilometers beyond the leading undead tide, making one wonder if they were the invaders of this land of death.

……

"Clans, tribes, kingdoms... Kingdom of the dead, Kingdom of the dead." On the towering watchtower of the clock tower, Han Ji's aged murmur sounded like a low chant, or even more like a prayer for the death of this city.

Could this ancient capital, which has stood for thousands of years, simply vanish from history on this rainy day?
The undead that covered the horizon had already swallowed up the city. Could this golden barrier really withstand this endless invasion?

"President, the ancient capital will survive this calamity."

"I hope so!"

(End of this chapter)