Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

In the intermediate and advanced hunter halls, once a commission is established, signing and sealing are essential procedures, serving as a constraint and guarantee for both parties involved.

Deception is extremely rare here. After all, for hunters, reputation is the foundation of their livelihood; losing reputation is tantamount to ruining their future, so no one would easily risk their livelihood.

Lin Lan followed the procedure and met the hunter master mentioned by the short man. After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, she left in a hurry.

Afterwards, Lin Lan went to the outer city wall, while Mo Fan strolled away alone.

A cold wind howled in from afar, carrying the pungent smell of rotting earth, a smell the guards along the city walls called "the smell of death."

The towering city walls, like a giant dragon, meander across this land, abruptly severing the black earth in two. From above, one can see people bustling about inside the walls, while outside, countless figures wander aimlessly, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Layers of black velvet clouds pressed down on the sky like a heavy curtain, shrouding the entire earth in darkness.

On this land nourished by the aura of death, everything seemed to undergo a strange transformation. One after another, unknown creatures crawled out of the tombs buried deep underground, their green eyes gleaming with an eerie light as they warily scanned this unfamiliar world.

These creatures seemed to have caught the scent of life coming from the direction of the upwind, and in large numbers!

In an instant, the previously mechanically writhing undead, as if possessed by evil spirits, suddenly burst forth with incredible speed, rushing madly towards the ancient city. From afar, those black bodies resembled refugees running frantically towards food, but when they gathered densely together, like a rotting flood surging against the city walls, their ferocious faces and hungry eyes sent chills down the spines of countless mages.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!! Ahh ...

"Roar!! Roar!!!!"

The cries of the dead rose and fell, and even through the thick city walls, people living in the city center could clearly hear these mournful howls filled with the aura of death.

They gathered at the foot of the towering outer city wall, frantically gnawing at it with their sharp claws and teeth, trying to destroy this defensive line that blocked their foraging. Some even went so far as to ram the wall with brute force, smashing themselves to pieces without flinching.

Lin Lan stood on the edge of the city wall, witnessing all of this.

The Abyss of Evil, the Ancient King, the Corpse of the Mountain, the Eight Directions of the Dead... all these terrifying beings could appear. With Lin Lan's current strength, if he doesn't activate his Demonic ability, he simply cannot contend with them.

In fact, Lin Lan did not have the grand ambition of saving the ancient capital. He simply wanted to make money and collect essences to buy milk powder for Xiaolongji.

The catastrophe in the ancient capital seemed inevitable. After much deliberation, Lin Lan realized that the solution in the original work was undoubtedly the most advantageous for him, a prophet.

Sometimes, there's really no need to deliberately change anything. He knew he could choose to bring the three supreme monarchs to the ancient capital, but that would only backfire. Countless eyes were watching from the shadows, and once exposed, death would be imminent.

Moreover, this catastrophe of the undead attacking the city was caused by human error. Let's see how things develop...

"Everyone waiting for you, please leave!"

A powerful roar erupted from nowhere, its sound so loud it echoed across the entire city wall. Lin Lan had no chance to continue witnessing this night of war; he was quickly driven away. But even as he left, he saw what he longed to see—beneath the thick, black clouds, a colossal shadow appeared on the horizon. The shadow was surrounded by a dark, oppressive mass of undead, spreading out like a rising tide. Even without seeing their exact numbers, one could imagine their sheer density. The shadow stood proudly, roaring to the heavens, its roar piercing the heavens and earth like rolling thunder, causing the city walls to tremble slightly. If the ancient capital was a city, then the distant shadow was like a king, at its command, dust swirled, and armies surged forth like a tidal wave…

"Holy crap, Lanzi, did you see that?" Mo Fan suddenly ran over from the other side, his face full of shock. He had always thought that war was far removed from people's lives, but he never imagined that this ancient city, which had witnessed countless years, was constantly facing such a life-or-death battle—a decisive fight between the living and the dead. This shock left him unable to calm down for a long time.

……

The next day, the two arrived at the South Gate.

Lin Lan searched through the crowd for a long time but couldn't find the short man. It wasn't until the guy appeared in her field of vision, hopping and skipping while talking on his phone, that Lin Lan could barely see the top of his head.

Lin Lan glanced around at the short man and noticed that several people had already gathered. The others looked unremarkable, but a woman wearing a black silk veil in the group stood out.

Saint Asharia.

Even with her face veiled, her unique charm was undeniable, especially her graceful figure, which made it impossible not to take a second look.

"Lanzi, why is this woman dressed so strangely?" Mo Fan asked in a low voice.

These days, most people wear masks when they go out, so it's quite rare to see someone like her wearing a silk veil. It must be said, this woman's attire has a certain chivalrous yet tender charm. It's unclear whether she wore the veil to conceal her stunning beauty or simply because she disliked the lingering stench of corpses outside the city.

"Who knows? Maybe she's too beautiful and afraid of bewitching men as soon as she shows her face, or maybe she's here to carry out some secret and important mission," Lin Lan said, looking at Asariya.

Asariya seemed to sense Lin Lan's gaze and turned to look at him.

Lin Lan possessed an extraordinary demeanor and was also a... high-level mage. It was truly rare to see someone reach the level of a high-level mage at such a young age.

Asariya felt a mix of emotions, but she quickly turned her head away. For some reason, although Lin Lan's gaze was not malicious, she felt as if Lin Lan could see right through her, a very strange feeling.

Lin Lan also stopped paying attention to Asariya; this woman was very fond of strength.

As Wen Tai's adopted daughter, she also has another identity, just like Mu Bai.

Besides the graceful woman wearing a black veil, a pair of brothers stayed by her side the whole time; they were more like attendants than companions. Including the short man and his companion, the big, strong man, there were a total of seven people in the group: five men and two women.

A gentle morning breeze carried a strange smell into the air.

However, when the sun shone on the earth, the smell vanished instantly, as if the fierce undead siege of the previous night had never happened.

The outer south gate is open during the day, and people only need to register to travel.

After leaving the outer city wall, guided by the short man, the seven began to head towards Yangyang Village. The south side faces the Qinling Mountains, and flying or driving would be considered disrespectful to the Qinling demons, so there were virtually no vehicles or similar means of transportation available to the south; the group had to proceed on foot.

(End of this chapter)