Chapter 1106
The Lord of the Corpse Demon
The corpses beneath the north city wall were still emitting black smoke, and the viscous undead liquid mixed with the blood of human mages meandered into a river on the cracked ground.
Zhu Meng leaned on his broken magical artifact, the cracks in his armor so deep they revealed bone. He gazed at the pale dawn breaking over the eastern horizon, a hint of weary relief finally appearing in his murky eyes.
"It's dawn."
Xiao Lie Wang tore off his blood-soaked mask, revealing a face covered in knife scars, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.
"These wicked creatures are ultimately no match for the sun."
On the city wall, the surviving mages collapsed to the ground, some embracing each other and weeping, others silently gazing at the bodies of their fallen comrades.
After a night of fierce fighting, half of the mountain in the northern border of the ancient capital was almost leveled. The roars of the undead army still seemed to echo in their ears, but at this moment, the sun rose and golden light pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth.
As expected, the remaining low-ranking undead began to groan in pain, their bodies melting away like ice and snow.
"Great! We won!"
A young magician raised his arms and shouted, his voice filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a calamity.
However, just as the cheers echoed across the city walls, the sky suddenly darkened.
Without any warning, fine rain began to fall from the sky, carrying an eerie chill and a faint, fishy sweetness, sending a shiver down one's spine as it touched the skin.
Even more bizarrely, the rain and mist were grayish-black, like ice water mixed with ink, turning the rising sun into a hazy, blood-red hue.
"This rain...something's not right!" Mu Bai was the first to notice the abnormality. He used fire magic to dispel the chill around him, his brows furrowing deeply.
Before the words were finished, a deafening roar suddenly came from below the city wall!
Those undead remains that should have dissolved were now being injected with a stimulant, their dissolving bodies reforming at a visible speed, the bones rubbing together and making a grating "crackling" sound.
What's even more chilling is that their aura surged several times over, their originally gray bones were stained with a dark purple luster, and the soul fire dancing in their eye sockets became incredibly violent, rushing madly towards the city wall!
"How is this possible!" Zhou Min's face turned deathly pale, and she could barely hold onto the ice shard staff in her hand.
"The sun is already up, why aren't they afraid of the sunlight?"
Her gasp was not an isolated incident. On the city walls, all the mages stared wide-eyed, their initial elation instantly replaced by incredulous terror.
The golden sunlight shone brightly on the earth, but the undead seemed completely immune to the scorching heat of the sun, instead becoming even more ferocious in the gray-black rain and mist.
Several high-ranking undead even broke through the remaining magical barrier and smashed the heads of nearby mages with a single claw!
Mo Fan stood in the middle of the city wall, his magical energy not yet fully subsided, but at this moment he was struck as if by lightning, and his blood almost froze.
He clearly remembered that the fear of sunlight was an instinct ingrained in the bones of undead creatures; even a commander-level undead would find it difficult to move around in the sun.
But these undead in front of him were not afraid of the sunlight. On the contrary, they became even more terrifying in the interplay of morning light and blood mist, which completely overturned his understanding of undead creatures!
"What on earth is going on?" Mo Fan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his heart filled with shock and disbelief.
He detected a familiar scent in the gray-black rain and mist.
Inside the ancient capital, the residents who had left their shelters as dawn broke were now plunged into immense confusion and panic.
"Why is it still raining? This rain is so strange, it's all so dark and gloomy."
"Look outside the city! Why haven't those monsters disappeared yet?"
"Oh my god! They're charging at us! Run!" The cheering crowd on the street instantly erupted into chaos, and the confused murmurs were quickly replaced by terrified screams.
People watched helplessly as the spirits that should have been annihilated in the sunlight surged toward the city gate like a tide. They were faster, stronger, and their menacing glint in their eyes sent chills down people's spines.
Some people tried to escape to the refuge, but were pushed to the ground by the chaotic crowd. Desperate cries rose and fell, and the entire ancient capital was instantly shrouded in an atmosphere of panic and unease.
Zhu Meng and Xiao Lie Wang's faces turned ashen; their newly ignited hope was shattered by this sudden turn of events.
"Damn it! What the hell is this thing?!"
Zhu Meng roared, and the last of his magical energy surged wildly within him.
"Everyone on high alert! Hold the city walls at all costs!"
However, before his order could be relayed throughout the area, a heavy, oppressive force suddenly arose in the sky, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on everyone's hearts.
The air froze instantly. Whether it was the frantically rushing undead, the mages standing guard on the city walls, or the residents fleeing within the city, they all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
Above the gray-black rain and mist, a huge shadow slowly unfolded, blotting out the sky and enveloping the entire northern territory.
Those were an enormous pair of bone wings, each bone feather hundreds of feet long, their surfaces covered with complex black patterns, emanating a suffocating aura of death. As the bone wings flapped, a gale howled, and the gray-black rain and mist became even denser, even mixed with fine bone fragments.
"What is that?"
One of the magicians' voices trembled, and he almost knelt down.
Mo Fan's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart pounded wildly.
He could clearly feel that the aura emanating from those bone wings was several times more terrifying than any undead he had encountered before, as unfathomable as an abyss. The mere leakage of that aura caused the magical energy within his body to become stagnant.
Zhou Min's face was ashen, her lips trembled, and her eyes were filled with despair.
Mu Bai gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart.
“The Lord of the Underworld.” Zhu Meng’s eyes were filled with despair.
The next moment, the Lord of the Underworld in the sky finally made a move.
With a gentle flap of those sky-covering bone wings, without a deafening roar, an invisible force swept down.
On the north city wall, all the mages felt an irresistible pressure, their magical energy instantly dissipated, and many of them were sent flying backward, spitting out blood.
Then, a devastating scene unfolded.
The ancient capital's northern city wall, built with countless manpower and resources and touted as being able to withstand attacks from monarchs, shattered like fragile pieces of paper under the flapping of the Skeleton Lord's bone wings! Huge stones, accompanied by the screams of mages, fell to the ground below the city, where they were torn apart and devoured by the swarming undead.
"No—!" Xiao Lie Wang's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rush forward to stop them, but he was held down by an invisible force and could only watch helplessly as the city wall collapsed.
The gray-black rain and mist grew thicker, gradually transforming into a purple, eerie fog that enveloped the entire ancient capital. (End of Chapter)