"We survived...we survived!!"
"Gone, all gone, there are no undead, not even one!!"
"We won, we won the fight!!"
Suddenly there was a burst of cheers in the city. The light of dawn was already extremely bright. The dark clouds were still there and the rain was still there. But none of this mattered anymore. As long as the undead army was gone, the city would be saved and they would be alive. Come down! !
On the city wall, countless mages were paralyzed on the ground. This catastrophe squeezed out all the potential of their bodies. They were ready to die, but they did not expect that they were still alive and witnessed the tide of the undead receding! !
It’s unbelievable, even to themselves.
The feeling was no less than that of a storm when the tide was about to reach your throat, and the rain would make everything rise. Suddenly, the black tide faded, and it fell to your feet, and even returned to the small island you were stepping on...
I don’t know how many people fell to the ground, letting the rain fall on their faces. The cold rain was scalding hot, but it couldn’t dampen the excitement and joy in their hearts! !
How many people hugged each other tightly and cried after surviving the desperate situation, some they knew, some they didn't know...
Some of the mages who were still in the outer city had returned, while others were standing in the empty ruins. It took a long time for them to wake up.
Mo Fan was still standing on the tilted signal tower, staring at the north.
The sacrificial patterns all over his body have disappeared, and the long silver hair has returned to its original black color hanging down on his face. The violent flames and thunder are withdrawn into the depths of his soul. The battle is over, and the demon deep in his soul is also gone. It's time to fall asleep, otherwise his young life will suddenly turn into the body of an old man.
"We...where are we??" Zhang Xiaohou woke up first, shaking his groggy head vigorously.
Soon he saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the iron tower, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and he hugged Mo Fan, speaking incoherently with excitement.
Mo Fan had not fully recovered from the cold blood brought by the demon, but he saw Zhang Xiaohou crying like a stupid brother. Still couldn't help but pat him on the head.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaohou calmed down. Seeing Mo Fan staring north, he asked, "Did you see it?"
"He's actually always here. Right?" Mo Fan asked slowly.
There are still too many things that cannot be explained in this catastrophe, and it seems that someone is secretly fighting against the Black Church.
However, Mo Fan never saw him, until that moment...
"Yes. He has always been there." Zhang Xiaohou looked back at the city that was celebrating. Countless people were surrounding Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious gray man who had returned to the inner city.
In fact, Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious gray man had never seen Zhan Kong, nor did they recognize the person wearing the armor.
"Is he considered dead?" Mo Fan asked.
The moment Zhan Kong turned around, Mo Fan felt that the air was sour, and it was blocked in his throat, making it impossible to say countless things he wanted to say.
Even if Zhang Xiaohou didn't describe it, Mo Fan, who had calmed down, could understand what happened at the altar, but he just left like this. Is the person he has always admired the most still alive? After all, he is the ancient king. Or Zhan Kong?
I don’t know why, but Mo Fan’s mind is filled with scenes from the past at the moment. He thinks of the extremely difficult task that the chief instructor assigned everyone during the training, and of the extremely dishonest way he wanted to sworn sworn brothers with him in Mu’s Manor. The most unforgettable scene was the scene when he flew to Changtian and led ten men to kill the Winged Wolf!
When he was in trouble in the deserted city of Jinlin, he was the one who flew thousands of miles to rescue him.
He was an instructor during his training, but he was more like his own teacher on the path of magic. He didn't teach him any magic, but he used his actions to tell himself what it means to be an upright man!
"Fortunately, this time we fought a bloody battle with the Black Vatican. We probably didn't disappoint him." Mo Fan sighed and looked away from the north.
"Yes!" Zhang Xiaohou nodded heavily.
Both of them are students of Chief Instructor Zhan Kong, and they have always been.
The city may never know who made it all go away, but they will remember it.
And the Black Church. They were moving forward step by step, and their conspiracy was huge, but they never thought that the person who really ruined their grand ceremony was the leader of the Bo City Military Department who never took it seriously.
A place for rehearsals?
The heinous crimes they committed in Bo City have resulted in the creation of people like Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Xu Zhaoting, and Zhan Kong who will fight crazily even if they hear the name of their Black Church.
What the Black Church brings to the world is fear and death, but what brings them out of the disaster is only unquenchable anger!
A small city of Bo can still give birth to so many people. An ancient capital with thousands of years of history will definitely breed more brave men. No matter how crazy the people of the Black Vatican are in causing trouble, fearing the world, and destroying the world, they can never compare to the determination of these people to eradicate the Black Vatican! !
The seeds have been planted, watered with heartbroken tears for loved ones...
It is bound to explode in the future!
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On the bell tower, the eyeballs had protruded from the sockets, and Hujin Archdeacon Mu He, who still couldn't believe this scene, was still hanging in the wind and rain.
The whole city celebrated, but he looked uglier than dead.
If the grand ceremony is gone, then the world he is about to go to is no longer a paradise, and his soul will fall into the same cursed boiler as the black beasts, where he will be ugly, miserable, and enslaved forever! !
"Ta, ta, ta, ta..."
The sound of heels hitting the ancient stone stairs. The bell tower was now empty. Mu He heard the footsteps and did not dare to breathe.
However, it seemed that two people came up together.
"What did you ask me to do here?" A woman's voice came out.
"There is no one here right now. I thought we would all die... Anyway, there are things I have wanted to say to you for a long time. It was about ten years ago when we first met here and you were just a When I was a master hunter. I know that I may not be worthy of you. I am still just an ordinary guard mage in ten years... But in these ten years, you have always been the most perfect woman in my heart!" A man's voice came from the side.
"Is this what you want to say?" The woman's voice was somewhat cold.
"Yes, I don't expect you to accept it, but I hope you can understand what I mean." The man said seriously.
"Normally, I would accept everyone who is willing to surrender to me, but unfortunately you told me these useless nonsense when I was in the worst mood. I will not accept your intention, but I will accept your heart. ." the woman said.
"What are you talking about...ahhhh!!" The man's voice turned into a painful dullness midway through his words.
The bell tower suddenly fell silent, and no sound could be heard. (To be continued.)
