The ancient steps were soaked by the rain, and a few muddy footprints stepped on them hastily.
The entire inner city was not only surrounded by the undead army, but also trapped by cold rain and darkness. People wanted to see the dawn, but were afraid of its arrival.
No one has a conclusion on how much time has passed. The clocks on the bell tower have been deliberately covered. No one wants to watch a death countdown.
A pair of flaming wings flew unsteadily back to the bell tower from a distance. The figure under the wings almost fell to the railing of the bell tower platform. Zuo Feng and Yao Nan saw it and hurriedly went up to help him.
"Congressman Zhu Meng, are you okay?" Zuo Feng asked.
"We lost." Zhu Meng's eyes were gloomy, and even his voice was a bit heavy and depressed.
"The corpse of the mountain...can't even defeat you?" Zuo Feng glanced at the distance, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, but one after another heart-stopping roars came from outside.
Zhu Meng was half lying there. The injury to his leg made it difficult for him to stand up. The flame wings on his back were incomplete and the thunder armor was beyond recognition. A high-ranking congressman had turned into a defeated general. , there was no fighting spirit in his eyes.
"How...are they?" Zhu Meng asked.
Now Zhu Meng is most concerned about Mo Fan and the others. There were a lot of people going out this time, but not even half of them actually came back. Zhu Meng saw with his own eyes the most powerful military commander among their group of mages, Yao Yao. Ting was pinned to death by the mountain corpse on a mountain.
He hoped that Meng would be the last group to retreat, but he didn't know how many people survived the horrific killings of the Mountain Corpse.
The power of the Mountain Corpse was far beyond their imagination. Even without the Evil Abyss Drift, the Mountain Corpse would level the inner city to the ground.
"I'll help you, you can see for yourself." Zuo Feng slowly helped Zhu Meng up.
Zhu Meng was a little puzzled. At this time, the demon man pointed to Xie Sang next to him and explained to him the evil eye bronze mirror.
"Hahahahaha~~~~~~You guys are really ridiculous, you actually put all your bets on those little brats!" A harsh and unpleasant laughter came from above.
Zhu Meng raised his head and stared at Hujin Archdeacon Mu He who was tied up under the bell tower with disgust.
Mu He was laughing wildly, like an evil ghost who had already had a good meal and was spying on other people's sad tears. Evil, cunning, and his twisted face is full of hopeless madness towards the Black Church.
Death is indifferent to Mu He. He has been dormant for so many years just for the completion of today's grand ceremony. Even if he dies, his body will only perish. His soul will take countless meritorious deeds and escape into the Eternal Palace of the Black Vatican, where he will enjoy treatment like a god in heaven!
He, Mu He, had killed so many people today, including those who bled to death in Bo City. All souls will escape into the Eternal Palace and become his slaves, Mu He. His achievements in the Black Church are enough to make him a king in the Eternal Palace, and others can only surrender!
Now he has nothing to do but wait for this mortal body to be destroyed and he will immediately ascend to his "heaven".
"This madman, even killing him is not enough to vent his anger!" Yaonan glanced at Mu He and said harshly.
Zhu Meng ignored him and stared into the evil-eye bronze mirror.
A piece of purple-black lightning appeared in the evil eye bronze mirror. Dazzling thunder patterns spread across the ground. Amidst the wild dance of thunder and lightning, Mo Fan was like a lone boat drifting in the white turbulent storm. The hull was seriously damaged and could sink at any time.
Zhu Meng looked at this scene, his slumped eyes full of shock!
"These...these...were all killed by him??" Zhu Meng said with a trembling voice.
"Well, they fell into death's door." Zuo Feng said.
"He...killed so many by himself??"
Skeletons were everywhere, turning into a long carpet of bones that spread out for an unknown distance.
And in the center of the bone carpet, a mountain of bones loomed shockingly. Skeleton heads, skeleton limbs, skeleton bodies, ribs, sternums, leg bones, toe bones, jaw bones...these were piled together in a messy manner, forming a mountain of bones, so white and scary! !
Mo Fan stood on the Bone Mountain with flames on his body, and the precious black snake armor was now in pieces. An eye-catching bright red color slipped down from the protected head, passing over the eyebrows and across the cheeks, falling drop by drop...
At first glance, he was already at the end of his strength, and a gust of wind could blow him off the unstable Bone Mountain.
Change to a mage with average willpower. It's time to close your eyes and plunge into this pile of bones to sleep forever.
But he was still standing, and his black eyes were extremely tired but still forcing themselves to squeeze out a little light.
"Zhu Meng, it's great to have you back..."
Several footsteps sounded behind, and the senior officials who were preparing the escape plan came back to gather here one after another, including Han Ji and the white people from the mysterious society who had also walked up.
Ling Xi, Chu Jia, Lu Xu, Fei Jiao and others have recovered somewhat. They will be the main force in the escape plan and lead a small number of people out alive.
Seeing Zhu Meng standing blankly in front of the evil-eyed bronze mirror, the mysterious gray man knew his mood, walked up and patted him on the shoulder, sighing: "They have done a lot for us, and they have also done a lot for this city. There are many of them. They should have been on the list of the plan, but they died in the tomb that was more than two thousand years old..."
"Yes, Zhu Meng, don't be sad, looking forward is the most important thing." Feijiao also came up to comfort Zhu Meng.
"Besieged by a tribe of skeletons, alas..."
"He... they are not dead." Zhu Meng, who had been stunned for a long time, spat out this sentence.
Zhu Meng's words stunned everyone.
not dead? ?
Impossible, how long has it been? Not to mention a few mid-level mages, even the high-level mages have died for several rounds inside.
"See for yourselves!" Zhu Meng pointed at the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror and said.
At this time, everyone gathered around again, and the first thing they saw was the bone mountain that Zhu Meng was shocked by! !
The bone mountain bulged, and Mo Fan stood there, with flames burning on his palms. Countless skeletons climbed up the bone mountain, and Mo Fan's flames smashed them into pieces one by one.
Everyone could tell that Mo Fan was at his wits end, but when the senior officials found out that he was stepping on a huge mountain of bones, their eyes started to get wet.
He's not dead yet!
He's not dead yet! !
This group of people had long since given up any hope for him. Who would have thought that after such a long time, he would still be living in the door of death.
The unyielding and arrogant heart needs so many corpses and such a mountain of bones to be fully reflected! (To be continued.)
