He was dressed in gray and plain clothes, letting the rain fall down and wet his hair.
The mysterious gray man stood on the city wall, looking at the retreating mages. However, he knew better than anyone else that it was easy to get out. There were too few who could actually come back. Even the super mages would be in this group. Fallen in a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses.
It was dark, and the magical light was extremely faint. It would be swallowed up by the majestic corpse energy at any time. He had already seen the military mage team sinking into a sea of skeletons and corpses, and the light was getting darker and darker.
What is certain is that without any light of magic shining the team was completely wiped out.
Take another look at the battlefield of the corpse of the mountain. Under the shining sky, you can vaguely see the mountain. But it is also in this pale piercing darkness that the mysterious white man sees a certain super-level being killed by the mountain. The corpse was killed, and he didn't know exactly who it was.
The arrogance of the Mountain Corpse still exceeded everyone's expectations. Even if they wanted to evacuate now, there was no hope at all. More than half of them were dead or injured.
"Do you want to go out for support?" One of the association staff who stayed behind asked.
The white people from the Mysterious Society shook their heads. If they really provided support, it was hard to say whether the city could survive until dawn.
The night has become completely dark, and the radiance of magic in the dark night is getting smaller and smaller. The message can no longer be conveyed. All that is left is to stare at the endless darkness and silently count down to death.
"It seems to be Zuo Feng!" Someone shouted.
The white people from the Mysterious Society glanced down and found that two high-level mages were trapped in the group of skeletons. They were very close to the inner city wall...
There was a man in leather clothes next to Zuo Feng. The two of them worked together to break away from the pile of skeletons and quickly jumped into the inner city.
"How is it???" the mysterious white man asked hurriedly.
"We have successfully escorted them to the Evil Abyss. The wind there is so strong that we can no longer follow them, but I believe they have jumped into the Evil Abyss." Zuo Feng said.
"In other words, you don't know if they are still alive?" The white man from the mysterious society frowned.
"Yes." Zuo Feng nodded.
There was no news at all, and that was the most disturbing thing.
"Sir, a man who claimed to be the head of Weiju Village came to see him. He said that he seemed to have seen the imperial tomb." A guard mage hurriedly came to report.
"Saw the imperial tomb? What do you mean, where are they?"
"In the bell tower!"
The white people from the Mysterious Society glanced at Zuo Feng and Yaonan. The three of them were about to leave for the bell tower when they saw a super-level mage returning to the inner city wall.
After the demon man saw this person. I was overjoyed and immediately went to greet him.
"Boss, where's the big guy?" Yaonan glanced at the pale Duxiao and asked doubtfully.
Du Xiao did not answer, his expression was gloomy.
The demon man knew the answer just by looking at Du Xiao's expression. The words came to an abrupt end.
The giant cyan beast is dead. It was the summoned beast that Du Xiao had accompanied for many years...
"Are you okay with your injury?" Yaonan asked again.
"It's not bad, it's just that the soul has been a little traumatized." Hunter King Duxiao replied.
The contracted beast is connected to the summoning mage's soul. Once the contracted beast dies, it is equivalent to a heavy sword strike on the mage's soul. No wonder there is no color on Hunter King Duxiao's face.
"Hunter King, please come with us to the bell tower. Xie Sang, the village chief of Hua Village, seems to have insight into the matter about the imperial tomb and is waiting there..." said the white man from the mysterious society.
"I'll wait for the president and others here. You can go over first," Du Xiao said.
"That's fine."
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At first, Mo Fan thought those clouds above his head were gray clouds, but when he looked up, they looked no different from cumulus clouds. But gradually he noticed something crawling on the cumulus clouds, and then he realized with horror that it was not a cloud at all, but a pile of mad corpse heads and evil ghost bodies!
"The demons and monsters in the furnace of hell are above our heads." Fang Gu said this fact.
It should be a complex issue such as space. In short, the clouds in the world we are in are the corpses and ghosts in the evil abyss. In the same way, the entire sky they see is the mouth of the furnace!
What's even more shocking is that from time to time, a large sheet of cumulus clouds will fall from the sky, like a shower that only covers an area and suddenly falls...
This is the real rain of corpses!
"The tomb is right in front, can we go in directly?" Liu Ru asked.
The land ahead is somewhat ridged. A stone staircase similar to the old castle mountain path was formed, and after walking some distance further, a large white staircase appeared!
The steps are extremely wide, more than two hundred meters from left to right, and each step is designed with human steps in mind. But it still takes a long time to climb up to the tomb. The stairs are too high. When you look up, you can see the cliff leading to the sky...
The five people began to climb. Fortunately, no matter how the rain of corpses fell randomly in the sky, it would not fall on this white tomb.
The whiteness of the tomb is somewhat incompatible with this world of filth, corpse odor, and bones. If it weren't for the eerie whiteness that made people believe that something more terrifying lived inside, this tomb palace would simply be a pure land palace standing in a filthy space.
Continuing to climb up, the five of them were like ants trapped in a large white wrinkled paper. Some stone figurines gradually appeared on both sides of the endless stairs. Their appearance reminded Mo Fan of what he had seen before. of a creature.
There are two stone figurines every ten steps, and they are exactly like the guards guarding the palace. They are lifeless but also carry a sense of majesty and solemnity.
"Do you think they will move?" Liu Ru asked cautiously.
"Generally speaking, yes, I don't think they are just decorations." Mo Fan answered truthfully.
I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away. But if lifelike statues appear in some weird palaces or mysterious stone tombs, they will definitely come back to life. Mo Fan is not deceiving himself at all!
"Brother Fan, do you think they look like the White Sand Demon Soldiers?" Zhang Xiaohou also spoke.
"So you think so too. It seems that the history of Shawang River can be traced back to more than two thousand years ago." Mo Fan said.
"It's quite scary..." Fang Gu walked in front, walking faster, "But I really want to meet this ancestor who has allowed us to guard Kunjing for generations."
"I hope your ancestors are easier to talk to," Mo Fan said.
Too many people died in this catastrophe, and everyone has become numb.
This kind of numbness is also sad, and Mo Fan hopes it can end as soon as possible.
"Why is there a bronze mirror hanging here?" Zhang Xiaohou looked up and saw the main entrance of the tomb palace. At the same time, he also saw a strange big bronze mirror! (To be continued.)
