Versatile Mage: Invincible from the Fire of Disaster

Chapter 252 Mo Fan's Cry for Help

"I'm sorry."

General Mott's waist suddenly bent, and his head almost hit the ground!

"Please forgive me, I was only thinking of our country."

"What does that have to do with me?" Lin Ming merely glanced at him. "I'm not from your country. What do I care about your country's life or death?"

"If you can't give a coherent explanation now, you might as well prepare to lose two arms!"

Lin Ming snorted coldly, and the terrifying spatial power within his body began to surge violently!
Instantly, General Mott felt pain in every part of his body, as if he would be torn to pieces by this invisible force if he showed the slightest resistance!
"This is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it!" General Mott seemed to have thought of something, gritted his teeth, took off his spatial bag, and handed it to Lin Ming.

Lin Ming glanced at it, took the spatial bag, looked at it again, and then handed it to Lingling.

"This is compensation for your emotional distress."

There aren't many things inside, but there are many precious ores, and even some treasures that are no less valuable than the Star River Vein. They should be worth around one billion in total.

It seems this general has embezzled a lot.

Lingling took the space bag, and her little money-grubber instincts immediately kicked in, her eyes shining as she counted the space bag.

"Give them all to me?"

Lingling looked at Lin Ming with some surprise.

You should know that even a master hunter would have to complete several, or even dozens, of quests to collect all of these items!
"Yes, this guy just threatened you, you deserve it." Lin Ming glanced at General Mott, who could only nod and dared not make any move.

Because Lin Ming's killing intent was almost tangible at that time, how could he dare to make a move!
"Then could you two please leave the city? I imagine the winged demons outside should be easy for you to deal with!"

General Mott looked at Lin Mingdao.

"Hmm, why should I leave?" Lin Ming glanced at him: "Since this matter was not caused by us, we will not leave. When we leave depends on my mood."

General Mott was momentarily speechless, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at Lin Ming in a daze.

"Get out of here!" But Lin Ming didn't want to see this guy, so he shouted.

General Mott's expression changed drastically, but after noticing the killing intent emanating from Lin Ming, he quickly fled the room.

"That. That"

After General Mott left, the man in the suit walked over with a forced smile.

"Sir, we really couldn't stop this from happening. How about we change your room?"

Lin Ming glanced at the mess around him, but didn't make things difficult for the hotel manager; he simply nodded slightly.

"Alright, alright, then please rest well, Master." The hotel manager said with a smile as he left the room.

Lin Ming's gaze was fixed on the flock of strange birds outside the window, a dark mass of about 100,000 demons.

"The Peruvian military should be able to withstand demons of this scale, after all, there is a barrier in place and no monarch-level demons have appeared."

"Moreover, there are not nearly as many of these demons as they appear. They are mostly shadow demons that have been separated from the main body. Once the main body is killed, they all disappear."

Lin Ming pondered the general situation of the demon tribe.

The demons of Nakas are quite unique; although they are numerous, not all of them are actually true demons.

Among these demons are some special ones. They use chaotic magic to create hundreds or thousands of similar demons. Once the main demon is defeated, the shadow demons will also disappear. Therefore, they are easier to fight than the orthodox 100,000 demons.

Although Lin Ming was aware of Nakas's demonic schemes, he had no intention of going to kill the demons. He wasn't a saint; since the general had just said that his soldiers had no obligation to protect Chinese travelers, he naturally wouldn't care about the lives of those soldiers.

"However, we can take this opportunity to get something out of the Peruvian government."

Lin Ming pondered this in his heart.

A mage's cultivation requires a lot of resources, and there are many things that cannot be bought with money, such as opportunities to enter many cultivation secret realms.

Peru, as a member of the Union of South Americans, is qualified to enter some of these special training grounds.

"Lin Ming!"

Suddenly, Lingling's shouts snapped Lin Ming out of his thoughts.

Lin Ming stepped forward and saw Lingling holding a tablet, her face filled with worry. Lin Ming looked down slightly and saw a rather listless face appear on the screen.

"Ming-ge! Help me!"

Mo Fan's eyes lit up the moment he saw Lin Ming, and he quickly called out.

"Mo Fan? What's your situation now?" Lin Ming asked, somewhat puzzled.

But in an instant, memories of this incident surfaced.

Mo Fan and his group were driven out by that general to face the Nakas Harpy.

Sending a few newly advanced mages to face a tribe of 100,000 demons is basically sending them to their deaths!

However, Lin Ming remembered that in the original novel, Mo Fan successfully resolved this crisis.

The solution seems to be... the Liquid of Time!?

Lin Ming immediately realized that Mo Fan was now facing a dead end because the Time-Space Liquid was in his hands!

"Ming-ge, Ming-ge, please help us out! See if you can contact that unscrupulous instructor from our National Team and see if he can come and save us!"

Several options flashed through Mo Fan's mind; these were the rescue plans he could think of in a short time!

In Mo Fan's memory, the last time he saw Lin Ming was at the beach in Flying Bird City. At that time, Lin Ming was still a high-level mage, and he should still be a high-level mage now.

He wouldn't call Lin Ming to come and die with him, so he hoped Lin Ming would call for reinforcements.

Their top-tier mentors might be near Peru. If they find them, our Nationalist team members might still have a chance to survive!
"I don't have your advisor's contact information," Lin Ming shook his head.

Mo Fan fell silent.

"Damn it! We didn't have any either! Those unscrupulous instructors!"

Mo Fan grabbed his hair with both hands and suddenly screamed in a somewhat frantic manner, then looked at Lin Ming with teary eyes.
"Mingzi, please tell my father that his son is going to be an unfilial son and fail to become the world's strongest mage. Also, tell Xinxia."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Go and talk to him yourself. Wait here and don't wander off!"

Lin Ming waved his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

He calls Ming-ge when he needs something, but calls Ming-zi when he doesn't. This guy is really something.

Lin Ming's gaze fell upon the tribe of strange birds that hovered like clouds in the azure sky.

The next moment, they vanished from the spot!
He's not the kind of person who would just watch his friend die in front of him and do nothing!

Besides, this National Government team is representing the country in the competition. What kind of situation is it if they all get wiped out on the way?

In an abandoned castle on the Peruvian coast, Mo Fan stared blankly at the screen of the communication device, completely unaware of Lin Ming's meaning.

Inside the castle, all the members of the Nationalist team wore grim faces, seemingly having accepted their impending doom.

Ai Jiangtu clenched his fists, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at the strange bird tribe in the sky.

Jiang Yu's face was also full of regret and bewilderment.

Jiang Shaoxu gazed silently at the sky, lost in thought.

But suddenly, she seemed to notice a glimmer of light, a crimson light!
The light was very small, so small that it was utterly insignificant in the face of a demon tribe of 100,000 demons.

"What is that?" Jiang Shaoxu asked, somewhat puzzled.

It immediately drew everyone's attention, and the members of the National Team all looked towards the strange bird tribe in the sky.

Compared to the strange bird tribe, the firelight was like fireflies compared to the bright moon.

It seemed as if the faint flame would soon be swallowed up by the dense cloud of demons!

But the next moment, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

In the sky, the demon tribe exploded amidst these tiny sparks of fire!
The flames grew larger and larger, almost completely engulfing half of the strange bird tribe!

A single spark can start a prairie fire!

(End of this chapter)