Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 170 The Assembly Signal at the North Gate Tower
Soraka smiled slightly, but did not answer directly.

Her power clearly does not belong to the common magic system, and may even transcend the laws of this world.

Qin Yu'er was secretly shocked. She thought she had seen many powerful people, but she had never seen anyone cross space so easily without leaving a trace of magical fluctuation.

"Let's rest first," Soraka said softly, turning to walk to the window and gazing at the distant night sky.

Qin Yu'er stared at Soraka's retreating figure, her mind churning with thoughts.

In her understanding, a mage capable of teleportation must be at least a top-tier being among the super-ranked.

Soraka not only did it, but she did so without causing any magical fluctuations. The whole process was as natural as flowing water, as if she were not using magic, but manipulating some higher-level law.

Could it be... that she is already a forbidden spell?
The moment this thought flashed through her mind, Qin Yu'er's heart involuntarily quickened.

Forbidden spellcasters are beings who stand at the pinnacle of the magical world, each possessing terrifying power to rewrite the course of battle.

The problem is that Soraka looks to be only in her early twenties, about the same age as me. If she has truly reached the level of forbidden spells, then her talent... can probably no longer be described as "monster".

Are there really such terrifying geniuses in this world?
Qin Yu'er frowned slightly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the ice crystal patterns on her cuffs.

She suddenly realized that she knew almost nothing about this companion who had suddenly appeared.

Soraka possessed neither the sharp aura typical of powerful mages nor the arrogance of ancient magical clans. Her aura was peaceful and restrained, like a vast starry sky, seemingly tranquil but actually containing endless depth.

However, I always felt very comfortable staying by her side, so I followed her all the way to the ancient capital.

The rooms they stayed in had been arranged by Qin Xiaonan long ago.

Qin Xiaonan and Qing Ning spent several days investigating in the ancient capital, but they did not sense the aura of the Sandworm Monarch.

He guessed that Salang was not yet able to fully control the Sandworm Monarch, so she wouldn't easily bring this demon lord who could help her without being sure of her chances.

At this moment, Qin Xiaonan was sitting in a time-honored mutton stew restaurant in the ancient capital, her chopsticks unconsciously stirring the already cooled soup in her bowl.

Qingning sat obediently to the side, sipping her plum juice, while Lanxi curiously examined the carved beams of the century-old shop.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the window, and the pedestrians on the street began to stir.

Qin Xiaonan looked up and saw several monks walking quickly across the street, their expressions solemn.

“Woo—”

A deep, resonant bugle call suddenly came from the direction of the north gate tower, followed by three deafening blasts—this was the military's assembly signal.

The diners in the restaurant immediately became agitated, and several people put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran outside.

"Not again?" The old man at the next table sighed. "The undead sieges have been getting more and more frequent these past few days."

Qin Xiaonan also put down his chopsticks. Although he had been focused on investigating the Black Vatican these past few days, he had also noticed the sounds of battle coming from the direction of the city wall from time to time.

In the past, the military would usually only fire a single warning shot when faced with undead attacks, but today they have already gathered mages from within the city, indicating that the situation is no small matter.

The streets were in complete chaos.

Shops closed one after another, mothers pulled their children and ran home, while many monks went against the flow of people toward the north gate tower.

As soon as the rallying horns, symbolizing an urgent battle, resounded through the sky, figures sped across the city. Those mages who usually hid among the common people put down their teacups and books, or interrupted their busy work, and rushed towards the city walls without prior arrangement.

Qin Xiaonan wiped her mouth and got up to pay the bill.

The shop owner waved his hand, his wrinkled face filled with reverence: "Master, please go to the city wall. You're driving away demons and protecting the realm; this meal is on me!"

A glint of wisdom shone in the old man's cloudy eyes—when ordinary people hear the warning of an approaching ghost, which one wouldn't be terrified?
But these guests in front of me didn't even flinch from the moment the horn sounded.

Judging from their composed demeanor and the indescribable aura surrounding them, the boss guessed that Qin Xiaonan and the others must be mages.

Stepping out of the store, the entire street was mostly deserted.

The northern sky was ablaze with firelight, and thick smoke rose in swirling motions like a giant dragon.

Even more unsettling was the growing smell of decay in the air—the distinctive stench of death when large numbers of the undead gather.

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook violently.

A deafening roar came from afar, followed by screams that rose and fell.

"Go!" Qin Xiaonan's magical artifacts instantly unfolded on her back, and Qing Ning and Lan Xi followed immediately.

The three of them transformed into three streaks of light and sped off towards the north gate tower.

The wind howled on the city wall, and countless mages moved back and forth on the wall.

A large number of mages had gathered at the north gate tower, their expressions solemn as they watched the undead army converging outside the city.

Qin Xiaonan stepped onto the stone steps of the city tower, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, and she spotted Zhu Meng's figure in the distance.

The high-ranking mage stood majestically on the high place, commanding the defensive deployment with a deep and powerful voice, and all the mages around him listened respectfully.

However, the other party also saw him, and Zhu Meng's voice stopped abruptly.

His gaze suddenly locked onto Qin Xiaonan, then fell on Qing Ning's face behind him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The next second, this usually stern and unsmiling super-rank mage abruptly interrupted his command and strode towards Qin Xiaonan, a rare look of excitement on his face: "Qin Xiaonan! You've come to the ancient capital too? That's great!"

His loud voice instantly attracted the attention of everyone around him.

The busy mages stopped what they were doing and looked over in astonishment—Zhu Meng, this high-ranking and powerful super-level mage, had only nodded to the Hunter King Du Xiao just now, but now he was personally greeting a young man, and he didn't even hide his joy!

For a moment, the atmosphere on the city wall seemed to freeze.

Countless gazes, some shocked, some puzzled, some in awe, were focused on Qin Xiaonan—who exactly is this young man?
Zhu Meng had already reached Qin Xiaonan's side, his tone grave and tinged with urgency: "A Fiend Abyss has suddenly appeared in the wilderness thirty kilometers away, and..." He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes, "...a monarch-level undead is awakening. We, several super-rank mages, are prepared to encircle and annihilate it, but we need stronger support."

As he spoke, Zhu Meng's gaze unconsciously passed over Qin Xiaonan and landed on the blue figure behind him.

He then looked away and, when he looked at Qin Xiaonan again, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Zhu Meng clearly meant that he wanted Qing Ning to make a move.

(End of this chapter)