Chapter 1102
War
Another silence followed.
Entering the Abyss of Evil?
That's suicide.
Throughout history, no one has ever entered the Abyss of Evil and come out alive.
"The military is also helpless against the Abyss of Fiends, because the undead in the Abyss of Fiends will attack anyone indiscriminately, and even I would never be able to survive in the Abyss of Fiends."
Zhu Meng's voice was calm, yet carried a tragic tone.
The entire audience was stunned.
Zhu Meng smiled bitterly.
"There aren't many people who can enter the Abyss of Fiends. The space there is chaotic and the undead are densely packed. Anyone who is too weak will just be throwing their life away. Below the Super Rank, there is almost no chance of survival. Above the Super Rank, how many can be found in the entire ancient capital?"
He looked around, his gaze sweeping over every high-ranking figure present.
The deathly silence in the attic was broken by Zhu Meng's heavy voice.
"Gentlemen, the arrival of the Abyss of Fiends is irreversible. Our only task now is to defend the northern city wall to the death!"
He raised his hand and waved it, and the magical projection instantly switched to a defensive layout map of the northern city wall, with red dots spreading like a tide across an area three hundred miles away.
"The undead army will advance in tandem with the expansion of the Abyss of Sha. According to reconnaissance, the Undead Monarch has already led the main force and is only one hour away from the North City Wall!"
"The Dead Monarch?!"
Someone gasped in surprise.
"That's a monarch-level being! Rumor has it that its strength has already surpassed that of a minor monarch, and ordinary high-level mages can't even withstand a single move from it!"
The elders of the Magic Association were pale, and their staffs trembled slightly.
More than two hundred mages were instantly thrown into turmoil. The mid-level mages looked terrified, and even more than a dozen high-level mages frowned.
With only Zhu Meng as the supreme mage, facing the legendary Undead Monarch, along with countless bone generals, corpse generals, and ghost generals, this was practically a certain death situation.
Zhu Meng's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Fu Ye, who stood calmly in the corner. His lips moved, but he ultimately didn't dare to speak.
He knew all too well how terrifying Fu Ye's identity was. The fact that Fu Ye had personally appeared was already a great honor for the Federation. How could they possibly let someone of that level deal with the undead army?
If you upset Fu Ye, the consequences will be far more terrible than the arrival of the Abyss of Evil.
"Director Zhu, now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to fight to the death!"
The military general said in a deep voice.
"I have ordered the reinforcement of the defensive magic array on the north city wall. All military mages are in position and will not allow the undead to set foot in the ancient capital!"
Zhu Meng nodded, just as he was about to deploy his battle plan, when a whooshing sound suddenly came from outside the pavilion. Immediately afterwards, two figures landed on the pavilion's terrace like streaks of light, and their powerful auras swept across the entire area.
The leader was dressed in black hunting attire, with a resolute face and sharp eyes like an eagle. He had a hunting knife with a ghostly glow at his waist, and the super-level magical energy surrounding him was almost tangible.
Beside him stood a strangely handsome man with long purple hair cascading down his shoulders and a wicked smile playing on his lips. Although his aura was not as strong as the former's, it had still reached the peak of the third level of the high-level cultivation.
"Hunter King Du Xiao!"
Someone recognized the leader and exclaimed in disbelief.
A master on the Xuanbang list, a top expert recognized by the Hunter Alliance, and a Hunter King at the level of a super-class mage!
His appearance undoubtedly gave a shot in the arm to those who were in despair.
Du Xiao's gaze swept over the people in the pavilion, finally landing on Mo Fan at the edge of the crowd. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a smile appeared on his lips: "Mo Fan? I didn't expect to meet you here."
Although he wasn't the one who killed the Scaled Demon Mother during the incident, he was still deeply impressed by this exceptionally talented young mage. Mo Fan paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "Senior Du Xiao? What brings you here?"
"How can the Hunter Alliance sit idly by and watch the ancient capital fall?" Du Xiao said boldly. "I brought the demon man as soon as I received the news. I didn't expect to arrive at the perfect time."
The demonic man raised an eyebrow and smiled at the crowd. When his gaze swept over Liu Xian and Liu Ru, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes, but he was instantly driven back by Liu Xian's cold gaze and couldn't help but shiver.
Zhu Meng was overjoyed upon seeing this and quickly stepped forward: "Brother Du Xiao, you've come just in time! With your help, a Super-Rank Hunter King, our chances of defending the North City Wall are much greater!"
Du Xiao nodded slightly, but his gaze inadvertently drifted to Fu Ye. Sensing the unfathomable aura emanating from the other man, his pupils contracted slightly before he subtly withdrew his gaze.
He could sense that this seemingly young man in black was probably more powerful than he and Zhu Meng combined.
"Director Zhu, what are the specific details?"
Du Xiao asked.
"The Undead Monarch arrived an hour later with his army, which included a large number of bone generals, corpse generals, and ghost generals. Ordinary mages could not even get close to him."
Zhu Meng said in a deep voice, "We have two super-level mages, more than a dozen high-level mages, and more than two hundred mid-level mages on our side. I'm afraid our chances of winning in a head-on fight are slim."
Du Xiao's expression turned serious: "The undead lord's necromantic energy is extremely strange, and ordinary magic attacks have little effect."
“I have already had the Magic Association prepare a large number of purification talismans and light magic scrolls, but the quantity is limited and can only be used in critical moments,” Zhu Meng added.
The mages in the attic quickly assembled and divided into different teams according to their strength.
The high-level mages Zhu Meng and Du Xiao were responsible for restraining the Undead Monarch. A dozen high-level mages were divided into three groups to deal with the Bone General, Corpse General, and Ghost General respectively. More than two hundred mid-level mages formed a defensive formation, relying on the city wall's defensive magic array to resist the impact of ordinary undead.
Everyone was nervously making preparations for battle, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
Mo Fan gripped his staff tightly, while Zhou Min and Mu Bai beside him also looked solemn.
All three of them were high-level mages and were assigned to the group tasked with dealing with the Corpse General.
"I never expected to encounter something like this so soon after arriving in the ancient capital. What bad luck!"
Mo Fan muttered to himself, but there was no fear in his eyes; instead, there was a hint of excitement. The stronger the enemy, the more it fueled his fighting spirit.
Mu Bai said in a deep voice, "The Corpse General has extremely strong defense and is skilled in necromancy. We need to cooperate carefully and not act alone."
Zhou Min nodded; it was clear she would also lend a hand.
Just as everyone was ready to head to the front line of the North City Wall, Mo Fan and Mu Bai subconsciously looked at Fu Ye in the corner of the pavilion.
only.
He remained seated there, his black robes motionless, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him.
Liu Xian and Liu Ru stood behind him, equally calm, showing no signs of being affected by the impending battle.
Zhu Meng felt helpless, but he could only give up.
"Gentlemen, follow me to the north city wall!"
Zhu Meng took a deep breath and took the lead in walking out of the attic.
Du Xiao glanced at Fu Ye and followed with the demon man.
The monks left the pavilion one after another and headed towards the north city wall.
In an instant, countless beams of magical light streaked across the sky, like colorful dragons flying towards the battlefield. (End of Chapter)