Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 174 Zhan Kong's Choice: Going Against the Current
A cold wind swept across the city wall, and the man looked at Qin Yu'er, who was fighting desperately against the undead, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

That's right, this man is Zhan Kong.

Although Qin Xiaonan stopped the incident in Bocheng in time, preventing major casualties, he still discovered some traces of the Black Vatican during his investigation.

The Black Vatican is like a malignant tumor, and he has been following the clues here for years.

At this time, the strange movements of the dead in the ancient capital were closely related to the Black Vatican.

"Yu'er." The call that rolled in her throat was swallowed up by the roar of the battlefield.

He saw the arc of her hair as she swung the ice gun, and saw the frost climb up her eyelashes and condense into tiny ice crystals—she looked almost exactly the same as she did a few years ago.

Shouldn't Qin Yu'er be in Tianshan? How come she's in the ancient capital?
His chest heaved violently, brimming with unspoken words, and his steps almost broke free of reason as he rushed down the city wall.

But at this moment.

"boom!"

Not far away, the city wall collapsed with a roar, and rubble carrying rotting corpses crashed into the crowd.

The screams pierced his eardrums and also shattered Zhan Kong's dazed mind.

He gripped the dog tag on his chest tightly, the cold metal digging painfully into his palm.

Zhan Kong desperately wanted to rush to Qin Yu'er's side and tell her about his longing. After so many years apart, he had so much to say to her and so much to express.

But now.
He couldn't bear to look at the countless dead outside the city, at all these people who had perished.

He knew that if the ancient king were resurrected, the entire ancient capital would be overwhelmed by the dead, and he had important things to do.

Zhan Kong was naturally unaware that there existed here an even more powerful Emperor-level being than the Ancient King—Soraka, the Star Child.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, fixed intently on the icy blue figure dancing among the undead.

"I'm sorry, Yu'er." A barely audible sigh dissipated in the wind.

Zhan Kong abruptly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with determination.

He took one last look at the figure dancing in the frost, as if to remember this moment forever.

He then turned around and walked towards the other side of the city wall.

Qin Yu'er did not spot Zhan Kong's figure and was still struggling to deal with the rotting undead in front of her.
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On Qin Xiaonan's side, after Qing Ning stopped the corpses on the mountain peak, he led Lan Xi against the undead army and rushed up to find the Sandworm Lord.

His figure moved like a ghost, his winged magical artifacts fully unfolded, each feather shimmering with the silver light of spatial magic, drawing a dazzling trail on the dim battlefield.

"Lan Xi, stay close to me!" Qin Xiaonan shouted, her body suddenly accelerating.

The spatial runes on the winged artifact lit up one after another, making his movement trajectory unpredictable, leaving only a trail of afterimages wherever he went.

Zhu Meng, watching from the city wall, was furious: "Qin boy, are you crazy?! That's the depths of the undead tide!" His roar was drowned out by the roar of the battlefield, and he could only watch helplessly as the silver figure charged into the undead army without hesitation.

Suddenly, two commander-level corpse generals sprang up from the horde of corpses.

The corpse commander on the left had its arms transformed into huge bone blades, while the skeleton commander on the right wielded a meteor hammer wreathed in death energy, blocking Qin Xiaonan's path from both sides.

"You're courting death." A cold glint flashed in Qin Xiaonan's eyes, and she slammed her hands onto the ground: "Rock Sand - Shattered Gold!"

The earth instantly boiled, and countless metallic rock spikes burst forth from the ground.

These rock spikes, imbued with the power of the "Shattered Gold" soul seed, were incomparably sharp. When the Corpse Leader's bone blades collided with them, they shattered like porcelain.

The Skeleton Commander's meteor hammer was pierced directly by a protruding rock pillar.

But this was just the beginning. Qin Xiaonan slammed her palm down heavily: "Sand Vortex - Devouring Realm!"

The ground centered on him suddenly turned to sand, forming a huge vortex that trapped all the undead in the area.

Immediately afterward, a faint purple crack appeared at the center of the vortex, which was the power of the void.

Thousands of undead fell into the vortex and were instantly torn to pieces by the violent spatial turbulence.

"Roar!" A corpse that had narrowly escaped the vortex roared and pounced, its rotting claws only inches away from Qin Xiaonan's back.

Du Xiao, standing alone on the city wall, suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Watch out behind you!"

However, Qin Xiaonan didn't turn her head, and the Winged Demon Tool suddenly shone brightly with silver light.

With a "whoosh," his figure vanished from the spot, reappearing a hundred meters away.

The corpse that missed its target was still in its attack posture when it was suddenly cut in half by the spatial fluctuations.

"This..." Zhu Meng's face was filled with shock.

He never imagined that this young man, who seemed to rely on the power of totems, would actually possess such terrifying strength.

Earth magic with such destructive power, and mysterious spatial abilities.

This is no ordinary high-level mage! He's clearly a battle-hardened monster!

Du Xiao's expression was equally solemn: "Old Zhu, this young friend's strength... look at his varied attack methods, his control over magic, it even surpasses ours."

Those undead leaders who tried to stop him were either swallowed up by the spatial rift or torn apart by the sudden "shattered gold" sandstorm, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes.

As magical training progresses to a certain stage and one's control increases, magical techniques are no longer limited to fixed forms of expression like those in the beginner and intermediate levels.

When people first started learning magic, they arranged themselves according to fixed star trajectories and cast corresponding spells.

At this point, most people have a shallow understanding of magical stars and can only perform them in a fixed manner, mainly through imitation.

As their control increased, the mages developed their own understanding and were able to cast more diverse spells.

Qin Xiaonan's situation is actually a little different. His magical manifestations mainly come from his clones. He is a combination of star magic and clone techniques, making his magic more diverse.

Just then, Qin Xiaonan's Winged Magic Tool suddenly emitted a sharp, trembling warning.

In a flash, a bronze-colored afterimage tore through the air, piercingly shrieking as it hurtled straight for his back!
"clang--!"

At the critical moment, an ancient shield the size of a palm appeared.

The ancient runes engraved on the shield lit up instantly, colliding with the incoming spear and creating dazzling sparks.

Qin Xiaonan took advantage of the situation and retreated several meters, her eyes slightly narrowed.

The bronze spear was now stuck in the spot where he had been standing, its end still trembling violently.

The mottled rust on the gun cannot conceal its true nature—it is clearly a killing weapon from an ancient era!
slam-la-

The surging army of the dead suddenly parted to the sides, making way for a wide passage.

The newcomer wore a faded black robe, and his face was indistinguishable from that of a living person, except that his skin was an eerie bluish-white.

With a wave of its hand, the bronze spear flew back into its palm.

(End of this chapter)