Versatile Mage: Choose one of three Hexes at the start

Chapter 145 The Disaster Ends
outside world.

The rain continued to fall in the dim dawn.

"The Cry of Snow Princess - The Rain of Sorrow for the World!!"

The president of the Magic Association, Han Ji, and Zhu Meng and the others directly confronted the corpse on the mountain peak.

An ice-elemental star palace shimmered around Han Ji. As the third-level ice-elemental super-tier magic was released, frost clouds transformed into a gentle and graceful goddess against the dim sky.

The tears that streamed down that sorrowful, weeping face transformed into a fierce blizzard in the blink of an eye.

Within a radius of several kilometers around the corpse of the mountain peak, endless wind, snow, and ice froze everything—the air, the earth, and all living things.
"The necromantic crystal of this beast is in its throat. Destroy it now, quick!!"

Seeing that the corpse on the mountain peak was temporarily frozen by the ice and snow, Han Ji, whose expression was somewhat pale, immediately spoke up to the people around him to remind them.

Although Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious white-clothed man were already somewhat exhausted, they still forced themselves to cheer up and began to draw their respective major spells after hearing Han Ji's words.

However, since the group had been entangled with the mountain corpse for a long time, the magical energy in their spiritual world simply did not support them in releasing any more super-level magic.

With no other option, they could only use their remaining magical energy to unleash some high-level destructive magic.

Normally, if it were just high-level magic, it would be like tickling the corpse of the mountain.

However, after a long and arduous battle, the corpse of the mountain was in poor condition and was even seriously injured.

While several fallen rulers were simultaneously attacking the inner city, Han Ji led a group of seven super-level mages, including Zhu Meng and Du Xiao, to fight against the corpses on the mountain peak.

Now only Han Ji and three others remain. The fate of the other three is predictable!
The three-colored magical light shone at the throat of the Mountain Corpse, and the fire and lightning sword released by Zhu Meng pierced a hole through the already severely injured throat of the Mountain Corpse.

However, whether due to poor aim or insufficient power of the high-level magic, the undead crystal of the Mountain Corpse was not successfully shattered.

The undead king, whose body resembled a small mountain, swayed a few times. To the astonishment of Han Ji and the others, he actually grabbed a fleshy mound of corpses and forcefully shoved it into the bleeding hole in his throat.

The fleshy corpse minister's fat body was constantly squeezed and deformed by the brute force of the mountain corpse. Finally, with a heart-wrenching roar, the fleshy corpse minister was like a lump of putty, tightly stuck to the hole in the mountain corpse's throat.

The wound that was bleeding profusely was instantly stopped, and the mountain corpse, whose injuries were under control, turned its attention to Han Ji and the others who were already exhausted.

it's over! !

Looking at the corpse of Shan Feng, who was severely injured but not yet dead, not far away, Han Ji felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

It should be noted that even though all seven of them were high-level mages, they not only failed to deal with the corpse on the mountain, but also lost three of them.

Now, their remaining four members have almost exhausted their magical energy, which is not enough to support them in continuing to unleash super-level magic. This means that they have absolutely no way to deal with the great monarch in front of them!

As the corpse on the mountain peak drew ever closer, Zhu Meng and the others had already resigned themselves to their fate.

Even if they manage to escape back to the inner city, the inner city's barrier won't hold for long if no one can stop the Mountain Corpse.

Even then, the entire ancient capital city would still face the crisis of destruction.

Boom! !

Boom! !

Boom! !

Because the corpse of the mountain was so large, every step it took felt like the earth was shaking.

The thunderous sound of that enormous foot striking the ground was, in Han Ji and the others' eyes, no less than a death knell; the 'strike' shook their very souls.

When the corpse of the mountain peak was less than a hundred meters away from Han Ji and the others, the four of them, who had already given up hope, were shocked by a move made by the corpse of the mountain peak.

Suddenly, the once arrogant and domineering Great Demise King knelt down in the direction of Sha Yuan for some unknown reason.

Not only that, Han Ji also noticed that the undead army, which had been frantically attacking the inner city just a second ago, suddenly turned around and began to retreat the next second?

Although they didn't know what these undead were up to, Han Ji and the others chose not to make any rash moves.

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the mysterious man in white, as if he had thought of something.

He then quickly went to Han Ji's side and whispered in his ear, "President, could it be that they succeeded?"

"them?"

Han Ji was momentarily confused, then suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "You mean the plan succeeded?"

“Yes, otherwise there’s no explanation for why the undead army would choose to retreat now,” the mysterious white-clothed man nodded.

Before the two had even finished their conversation, they saw a large army of undead inexplicably sink into the black earth below.

In fact, it wasn't just this side; the high-level mages stationed and fighting in several other directions also noticed the strangeness of the undead army.

First, there's the North City direction. Since the undead attacking the North City are mostly Black Corpse Corpses, although most of these undead only have servant-level strength, they all possess a rather abnormal skill: burrowing underground.

In just a few minutes, these black, decaying undead had infiltrated beneath the ruins. Judging from the energy fluctuations, this army of black, decaying corpses was rapidly heading away from the city.

south.

The Ghost King, who had been hiding behind the scenes, finally revealed his true colors.

The high-level mages guarding the south could tell from the ghost king's eyes that it seemed to still have some unfinished business. However, even so, after staring at the city for a few seconds, the ghost king flapped its huge fleshy wings and soared into the sky.

Judging from the direction it was flying, it was clearly heading towards the Abyss of Fiends in the north.
Meanwhile, the army of evil spirits from the south followed closely behind, forming a huge dark cloud that flew over the golden barrier.

After the army of evil spirits left the southern district, the sunlight that had been blocked by the dark clouds formed by the army of evil spirits shone down again in the next moment.

It brought a sliver of warmth to those still in shock below.

Finally, there was the terrifying and horrifying army of skeletons.

Because they can neither fly nor burrow underground, they are the slowest to retreat, and consequently, their retreat takes the longest.

As the remaining four of the eight undead rulers led their respective undead legions away, the originally gloomy sky began to brighten.

The sunlight, a symbol of hope, shone on the ancient capital and shone on every survivor.

At this moment, the scenery of this ancient city, which has stood for thousands of years and endured countless winds and snows, is also reflected in the eyes of every guardian.

Collapsed buildings, shattered streets and broken bridges, the four outer city districts completely unrecognizable, and survivors with faces etched with the aftermath of the catastrophe.
The golden barrier had withstood the relentless and prolonged attacks of the undead army, but now it seemed as if it could shatter at any moment.

Fortunately, thanks to its protection, the entire inner city of the ancient capital has been well preserved.

Those who entered the inner city before the undead army engulfed the outer city were also incredibly fortunate to survive the disaster. "The undead army retreated!! We survived!!!"

"We held on!!"

"Great!! The undead have really disappeared, there isn't a single undead left!!"

"We've driven off the undead!!!"

Inside the inner city, the belated survivors began a celebration, their cheers echoing throughout the ancient capital's inner city under the dawn's light.

Although it's still raining and the outer city is a mess, none of that matters.

Because they knew that the undead army had completely withdrawn, not only were their own lives saved, but the ancient capital where they had lived their entire lives was also preserved in this crisis of destruction.

On the four walls of the city, the guarding mages, who had been on edge and prepared to sacrifice themselves, all collapsed to the ground.

They were prepared to sacrifice themselves at any time, and they never expected that the undead army would withdraw on its own initiative.

After witnessing the entire retreat of the undead, they all realized that the undead retreated not because they were afraid, but because something must have happened that they did not know about.

Judging from the level of resistance beforehand, the destruction of the ancient capital was only a matter of time; it wasn't that the undead couldn't overcome the ancient capital's barrier.
the other side.

After kneeling for a long time, the corpse of the mountain also got up and ran wildly towards the direction of the Abyss of Fiends, without even glancing at Han Ji and the others beside it.

"This"

Zhu Meng and Du Xiao exchanged bewildered glances.

Having held high positions for a long time, the two were certainly not fools; a few minutes was enough for them to figure out many things.

"It seems that Su Chi and his group succeeded." Zhu Meng's tone was filled with a strange sense of emotion.

Thinking of Su Chi, Zhu Meng felt a strong sense of pride.

Previously, during the crisis in Hangzhou, it was Su Chi and his hunter companions who, with their wisdom and strength, perfectly resolved the calamity of the febrile disease and the demonic disaster.

That's why he cast both of his Nationalist government votes for Su Chi without hesitation, and gave Su Chi different treatment than others.

After all, as a member of the former imperial court, and given his usual aloof demeanor, not everyone is qualified to speak casually or joke in front of him.

at this time.

A very strange hole appeared in front of Han Ji and the others.

The people present were all high-level mages, so naturally they would recognize this chaotic cavern, which resembled a spatial black hole.

Just as the group was warily watching the suddenly appearing Chaos Cave, several figures emerged from the swirling chaotic vortex within the cave in the next second.

It was Su Chi, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Zhan Kong.

However, apart from Su Chi who was still conscious, the other three were all unconscious at the moment.

"Su Chi, kid!!"

Zhu Meng's eyes lit up when he saw Su Chi, and then he flapped his wings and quickly came to Su Chi's side.

"Good boy!!"

Zhu Meng patted Su Chi's shoulder with his large hand.

Regarding the retreat of the undead army, Zhu Meng was initially only 90% certain that it was due to the efforts of Su Chi and his group.

But now that he saw them appear in this unusual way, he had basically accepted this outcome.

After all, the fact that they could suddenly appear in front of him from the Abyss of Fiends meant that someone from the Abyss of Fiends must have sent them out.

Although it's uncertain whether it's the resurrected deceased emperor, even if it is, it doesn't matter.

The fact that the undead withdrew their troops shows that the deceased ruler had no ill intentions towards the ancient capital.

On the clock tower, Mu He, the Grand Steward of Hujin who had been laughing maniacally with a ferocious expression, now looked as if he had lost a family member.

As he watched the dark, monstrous tide of undead recede from outside the inner city, his heart felt as if it had fallen into hell.

Hanging atop the clock tower, Mu He, who had endured countless storms, was trembling uncontrollably, whether from prolonged exposure to the icy rain and cold winds or for some other reason.

Muhe knew perfectly well what the withdrawal of the undead army meant.

He was very clear about Salang's methods, as he had served his superior for many years.

After his years-long plan failed, he will face even more cruel torture than those who were turned into black beast demons.

Just then, the crisp sound of high heels tapping on the stone slabs reached Mu He's ears.

Tap, tap, tap!

Upon hearing this voice, Mu He trembled even more violently, but he didn't dare to even breathe loudly, as he had already guessed the identity of the person who had come.

However, just as he was waiting anxiously, a familiar voice rang out, but the person being addressed was not him.

"What did you call me here for?" Elder Lingxi of the Hunter Alliance asked the man in front of her.

“There’s not many people here. I thought we would all die at the hands of the undead. Fortunately, I don’t know why the undead left. After experiencing this life-or-death crisis, I’ve come to terms with it. There are some things I’ve wanted to say for a long time. When you were still a Hunter Master, I was already a Guardian Mage. I originally wanted to achieve something before confessing to you, but ten years have passed, and I’m still just an ordinary Guardian Mage. I know I may not be worthy of you, but in my heart, you have always been perfect.” The man said with deep affection.

In his view, the moment of surviving a disaster was the most emotionally intense. He admitted that he had gotten carried away, but he couldn't care less anymore; he didn't want to wait any longer!
"Normally I might have accepted your loyalty, but you chose now, so I'll accept your heart."

"Huh? You said... Ahhh!!"

Hearing the man's pitiful cries, Mu He, who was hanging on the bell tower, trembled even more violently.

Not long after.

The crisp footsteps that had been silent for so long rang out again.

As the sound grew closer, Mu He mechanically turned his head to look at the woman in red staring at him from the lower left.

The woman was clutching a bloody heart in her hand, her gaze fixed coldly on him.

"Lord Sarang."

(End of this chapter)