Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

The autumn frost is getting thicker, the chill is penetrating to the bone, the ancient capital is covered with withered grass, the former vitality and vigor have disappeared like the setting sun, and the whole city seems to have been drained of its last bit of vitality by time.

The gray-brown city walls stood silently, and the mottled copper tiles, eroded by wind and rain, showed the mottled traces of time in the howling north wind. Even the eaves of the towers that were once deliberately painted in gold have now faded their gorgeous colors, revealing the true background of time in the twilight.

Inside the bell tower, between the peeling red lacquer beams, the emblem of the Magic Association radiates a mysterious and majestic light under the twilight. This magnificent building guarding the center of the city has always been a symbol of power and mystery. Like all landmark buildings in the world, it is subject to the supreme will of magic on this land.

Thousands of meters away, the iron horses on the eaves of the Drum Tower clanged in the wind, and faced the Bell Tower in the distance, like two bronze beasts guarding yin and yang, protecting the peace of the city.

Further away, the beacon towers of military camps were scattered along the city walls, drawing arcs of warning against the backdrop of the withered Qinling Mountains.

At the bottom of the moat, the dead piled up into mounds, their resentment permeated in the darkness, as if they could break out of the ground at any time. In the mist of Mount Zhongnan, monsters hid in it, spying on everything in the world, waiting for the opportunity to launch a fatal attack on the city.

Legend has it that in this land soaked in blood and tears, if you dig three feet of yellow earth, you will be able to touch the finger bones of a brave warrior.

However, what is truly frightening is not the remains of these warriors, but the skeletons that have not yet given up their determination. They have long forgotten the honor and disgrace in their lives, but driven by instinct, they madly bite all warm flesh and blood.

Therefore, every month on the night of the first and full moon, the top of the city would always light up with a magical light. Various magics would interweave outside the city walls, sending those "lovers" who should not exist in the world back to their eternal resting place one by one...

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Not long after Zhang Xiaohou returned to Magic City, he received an urgent mission - to go to the restless Xianchi and carry out a rescue operation.

We also need to investigate the growth rate of the undead here, understand their activity patterns, and disperse the villages scattered around Xianchi as much as possible to protect the lives and safety of the villagers.

However, Zhang Xiaohou never expected that this seemingly ordinary mission would lead him to accidentally discover the huge conspiracy of Hei Jiaoting...

The team was marching arduously through the wilderness. Scout Wang Tong complained as he walked, "The higher-ups are sending us to look for the survey team that's been missing for two months now. What were we doing before? It's been so long, maybe everyone is gone."

This nine-member special operations team composed of officer-level military mages is more elite than ordinary military teams. Each of them has unique skills and is an elite force that can deal with various dangerous situations.

Zhang Xiaohou and Wang Tong were scouts, walking at the front of the team. Wang Tong kept chattering along the way, and it seemed that only by constantly complaining could he relieve the tension and dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Look how cool Qin Hu is, he doesn't even have to walk when he rides the Sky Eagle." Wang Tong looked up at the white snow-white eagle hovering in the sky, with a hint of envy in his eyes. Captain Qin Hu is a Sky Eagle Mage, he can command from high altitudes and control the overall situation, avoiding the dangers that may be encountered when traveling on the ground.

Zhang Xiaohou advised: "It's useless to complain, unless you are willing to accept the punishment and quit the mission. Let's complete the mission first and talk about other things later."

"I just love to talk nonsense. I feel uncomfortable if I don't." Wang Tong disagreed and continued to complain as usual.

The group of nine continued to move forward. The area around the ancient capital was divided into six colors according to the degree of danger: green, white, orange, red, purple and black.

The last four colors represent different alert levels. The purple area is the realm of demons, full of unknown dangers; while the black area is a life-forbidden zone that no one dares to set foot in. It is said that no one who enters has ever come out alive.

As a city surrounded by the dead, the residents of the ancient capital have long been accustomed to this state of alert.

During the day, the areas outside the Anjie are mostly green and white, with occasional orange areas. But once night falls, the entire land instantly turns red, the undead dominate the night, and the city falls into a terrifying silence.

At this moment, the special team of Lintong Military Region stood on the edge of the security boundary. The last rays of sunset gradually faded away, and the breath of darkness and death filled the air.

There was a strange chewing sound coming from under the soil, as if the undead were stirring in the darkness. It was Zhang Xiaohou's first time officially stepping into the land of the undead. His nerves were tense, and every hair stood up. He observed everything around him vigilantly.

Suddenly—“Swish!”

Countless withered and hideous arms broke out of the ground, scratching at the air like evil spirits, the closest one was only five meters away from him! The skin on these arms was shriveled, and the blood vessels were bulging, as if they could pounce on him at any time and tear him into pieces.

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Finally, after going through numerous hardships, the group of nine was attacked by a large number of undead. Zhang Xiaohou could only run non-stop, trying to escape the pursuit of the undead.

"Zhang Xiaohou, don't go that way!" Shi Shaoju shouted, her voice filled with fear and anxiety.

Zhang Xiaohou suddenly came to his senses and suddenly found that the ground in front of him began to collapse inexplicably. First, the land became loose, as if it had lost its support, and then the soil quickly sank. It seemed that there was nothing underneath the land. Due to some mysterious vibration, the thin surface of the upper layer sank all of a sudden. Then, a dark abyss appeared in front of him without any warning, like the entrance to hell, exuding a creepy atmosphere.

There were originally dozens of undead on the surface, but when the abyss was inexplicably exposed, all of them fell into it. The moonlight was slanting, and the dim light only shone on the side walls of the sinking abyss, half of which was illuminated, while the other half was still pitch black, and nothing could be seen below, it was pitch black, and only when the dozens of undead fell in, they made the sound of being bitten wildly.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Uhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!!"

The screams of the corpses exploded in the cave like thunder, and the earth was buzzing, as if it was shaking at this horrific scene.

“What…what is this???” Zhang Xiaohou suddenly stopped in front of the collapsed earth abyss. Due to his fast speed, inertia caused him to slide to the edge of the huge pit.

He looked down with a face full of shock, but he saw the most horrifying scene in his life. The scarlet pupils were densely packed, they were not as dense and beautiful as the stars, but so dense that it gave goose bumps all over the body, and it felt like the heart was pierced by the most greedy, hungry, and cruel gazes in the world.

It was very dark in the abyss, but Zhang Xiaohou saw countless bodies and limbs wriggling underneath. They were piled up together, layer upon layer, with corpses covering corpses, corpses crawling on corpses, piled up like a mountain.

The abyss was so vast that there was not a single bit of soil to be seen as far as the eye could see. All that was left were corpses so disgusting that it would make one's scalp explode.

There were dozens of undead on the land before, but after they fell down, they were like rain falling into the sea. In an instant, they could not be found and were submerged in the pile of corpses.

Thousands!

Thousands of them!

So many undead souls were all lying in a huge pit, it was just like the boiler filled with all kinds of evil in the Eighteen Levels of Hell was suddenly opened up and revealed to the world. The torture and pain of purgatory were all revealed, and the surging resentment was about to turn into a giant pillar towering into the sky, transforming into a rolling black cloud.

Zhang Xiaohou was already stunned. He was very close to the evil abyss. If he took a few more steps, he would fall in. Here, Zhang Xiaohou also found a group of people. He heard the name of the Great Deacon of Hujin.

A forget-me-not bug was also planted in its head, and it floated downstream along the stream and was picked up by a girl, Su Xiaoluo.

There were nine people in the group, but only Zhang Xiaohou survived...

There has never been any rescue in this land. If the news of your death spreads, no one will come to look for you... (End of this chapter)