Versatile Mage: I became the Great Mofan

Chapter 132. The catastrophe ends

"We survived...we survived!!"

"Gone, all gone, there are no undead, not even one!!"

"We won, we won!?"

Suddenly, cheers rose up 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. As long as the army of the undead was gone, the city would be saved, and they would survive! !
On the city wall, countless mages collapsed on the ground. This catastrophe had squeezed out all the potential in their bodies. They were ready to die, but they didn't expect to be alive and witness the retreat of the tide of the undead with their own eyes! !

It was unbelievable, even they themselves couldn't believe it.

The feeling was no less than that of a storm tide about to flood one's throat, and the rain would make everything rise. Suddenly, the black tide receded, receding to the ground beneath one's feet, and even returned to the small island one was standing on.
I don’t know how many people fell to the ground with their backs to the sky, letting the rain fall on their faces. The cold rain was scalding hot, and it couldn’t extinguish the excitement and joy in their hearts!!
Many people hugged each other tightly, and cried after escaping from the desperate situation.
You know, just a moment ago, there was still a crisis of the Evil Abyss pouring into the city. Once the Evil Abyss hit the ancient capital, then even if they escaped, what would it matter? They would still die.

After Mo Fan got some resources provided by Han Ji, he left directly for the Evil Abyss.

A moment later, he arrived at the broken outer city.

"despair"

The most important thing is that Saran has been in Daxia for many years. Even though Daxia is not her base camp, she has still made various preparations here.

Soon, the woman came in front of Mu He.

"Sa...Lord Saran!" Mu He wanted to kneel down on the ground, but he couldn't do it at all.

The ancient capital was always busy, and time passed quietly when it was busy.

The rain stopped on the third day, and the survivors were all housed in temporary buildings. The high walls enclosed everyone inside, which seemed to be safer.
The sound of heels hitting on the ancient stone stairs. The bell tower was empty at this time. Mu He didn't dare to breathe when he heard the footsteps.

On the bell tower, Mu He, the chief deacon of Toratsu, whose eyeballs had protruded from his sockets and who still couldn't believe what was happening, was still hanging in the wind and rain.

The extremely miserable cry echoed in the ancient bell, and it felt like it contained a torn apart soul and did not dissipate for a long time.

Of course, before Mo Fan went into seclusion, he also revealed a piece of news to Zhu Meng, that is, there is a station of the Holy See on Chongming Island.

When they saw Mo Fan, Han Ji and others rushed out.

But the ancient king's power seemed to have entered a cooling-off period. At least for now he had no way to use it again.

As for whether or not Saran could be captured, Mo Fan thought it was still uncertain. Saran would definitely be able to escape abroad, and Mo Fan had no doubt about that.
"Yes... yes... no... no..." Mu He spoke incoherently.

After all, there are some problems with the domestic trial, but even if Saran escapes, this time, it can be completely cleared.
However, no matter what, the catastrophe of the ancient capital ended, and he also gained a lot. In the evil abyss, there was a wind seed of heaven. When he came out, Mo Fan had already stored it in his body. Although it has not yet fully exerted its power, it still has a full six-fold increase.

Under the bell tower, people are reveling, singing and dancing, and it looks more like a lively festival.
In addition, there are actually many precious things in the Evil Abyss, but Mo Fan has no chance to examine them one by one at the moment.

His wind galaxy has changed from blue to black.

The undead spirits have faded away now, which is the best proof. Originally, it was thought that the ancient capital would have suffered an irreversible catastrophe today, but because of Mo Fan, the ancient capital avoided this catastrophe. In fact, compared with the losses caused by Bo City at the beginning, this is less than one percent! The whole city celebrated, but he looked uglier than death.

Saran raised his eyes coldly and stared at Mu He, the chief deacon of Hu Jin, who was hanging there!
After getting rid of Mu He, Saran turned and left.

But what surprised the people of the ancient capital was that after that disaster, although the undead still existed, they never approached the city walls again.
“No no no, no, please, no no no… Aa ...

Moreover, nothing inside the Shayuan posed any obstacle to him.

Unfortunately, unless he used the power of the ancient king, he had no way to issue any commands to Sha Yuan.

Obviously, the person who rescued Saran before was this person who was so hidden that no one could find him.
But now, they don't need to die!

When she left, she was not even in a hurry, but there was actually a fluctuation of dark aura around Saran.

Mo Fan indeed cannot control the Evil Abyss, but as he possesses the power of the ancient king, he can travel in the Evil Abyss at any time.

If the grand ceremony is gone, then the world he is about to go to is no longer a paradise, and his soul will fall into the same cursed boiler as the black beasts, where he will be ugly, miserable, and enslaved forever!
"You have created such a freak for our religion. Today, you trampled on my grand ceremony. I want to reward you..."

Once the tide of undead recedes, all parties can send in support.

Sha Yuan's words were to bury him deep underground.

Han Ji had his own things to deal with, so he didn't have time to talk to Mo Fanduo.
After the white snow comes the beginning of spring.

"despair!"

The ancient capital had managed to restore everything to its original state as much as possible before the New Year. Although the catastrophe was known to everyone in the country, everyone was still alive, so everything had to go on.
Mu He was hanging there, and his whole face was twitching wildly.

"You sent that kid to the magic academy?"

Countless helicopters circled over the inner city, frequently delivering supplies to the city. Batches of builders began to rebuild the city, but in order to ensure that the undead would not attack again, they simply expanded various resettlement houses within a three-kilometer radius around the inner city.

"despair!"

Although Saran's identity was verified, she was still here because she understood human nature. She also understood that the more threatening a place is, the safer it is.

They survived
Anyway, up to now, he was already the person Saran wanted to get rid of the most. At this time, Mo Fan certainly had no reason to let the other party have his way.

After Mo Fan restrained the undead outside the ancient capital, he also appeared on the ground.

Mo Fan did not go anywhere else, but instead went to the Soul Gallery. This is a place that can improve the spiritual realm.

Obviously, Mo Fan brought this city a chance to survive!
(End of this chapter)