Chapter 1109
Heavenly Grace, Teleportation Array
The civilians trapped in the city were overjoyed and grateful upon hearing Fu Ye's voice.
"Teleportation array! We're saved!"
"Thank you, sir! Thank you for saving my life!"
The desperate cries instantly turned into excited cheers. People stopped fleeing and instead surged toward the nearest teleportation array.
Although there were still undead blocking their way, they had hope in their hearts and their eyes became firm. Many people picked up weapons from the roadside, supported each other, and rushed towards the direction of life.
The faces of the Black Vatican members instantly turned ashen, their eyes filled with disbelief and fury.
"Who is it? Who is ruining our plans!"
He could sense the terror of that spiritual force, which far exceeded his imagination.
"Kill them all!" the Black Church member roared, unleashing all his dark magic, transforming it into a gigantic dark claw that lunged at the nearest group of civilians. "No one will leave here alive!"
"Your opponent is us!"
Mo Fan, clad in the Lava Armor, instantly blew the head off a member of the Black Church.
These Black Vatican members are generally at the mid-level third rank, completely unlike weaklings like Bai Yang in Bo City.
"Damn it!" They were furious, never expecting Mo Fan to unleash such power under these circumstances.
His gaze toward Mo Fan became even more greedy and sinister: "Since that's the case, then I'll kill you all first!"
Zhang Xiaohou flashed forward, unleashing his wind magic to its fullest extent, and charged towards the ghost robe like a bolt of lightning.
Mo Fan held nothing back, unleashing alternating bursts of fire and lightning magic, each attack carrying earth-shattering power.
His anger was building up. The Black Vatican's despicable actions, the rampage of the undead, and the hope brought by Fu Ye all became his motivation to fight.
"Ah!" A black-clad cultist was accidentally struck by lightning magic, his body instantly torn apart by lightning and turned to ashes.
Ghost Robe's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected that Mo Fan and the others' strength would increase again in this desperate situation.
He knew that if he continued to fight, he would not come out on top and might even lose his life.
"Consider yourselves lucky!" the leader of the Black Vatican said through gritted teeth, a sinister glint in his eyes.
"But don't be so smug, the Black Vatican will not let you off the hook! The next time we meet, it will be your death day!"
After saying that, he suddenly activated his dark magic, transforming into a wisp of black smoke and fleeing into the depths of the ancient capital.
Upon seeing this, another black-clad cultist immediately followed the ghost robe and fled.
"Trying to run?" Mo Fan snorted coldly, about to give chase, but was stopped by Mu Bai.
"Mo Fan, stop chasing!" Mu Bai grabbed Mo Fan, who was about to lose his temper.
Mo Fan looked in the direction the ghost robe had fled, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
He turned to look at the civilians rushing towards the teleportation array and the undead constantly attacking from all around, and took a deep breath.
On their way back to the north city wall, they witnessed too much devastation.
Half an hour later, Mo Fan and the others finally arrived at the North City teleportation array, escorting the last group of civilians.
The teleportation array was a huge circular light array that emitted a soft white light. Any undead that approached would be instantly burned by the light and would not be able to get close at all.
Upon seeing the teleportation array, all the civilians erupted in excited cheers and rushed into the light array, where they were instantly teleported away.
Mo Fan and the others stood at the edge of the teleportation array, watching the civilians being teleported away one after another, a look of exhaustion on their faces.
Just then, Zhu Meng, Xiao Lie Wang, and other high-ranking magicians arrived with a group of surviving magicians.
"Mo Fan! Are you alright?" Zhu Meng asked immediately upon seeing Mo Fan and the others covered in injuries, his eyes filled with concern.
“We’re fine.” Mo Fan shook his head and looked at Zhu Meng.
"The teleportation array set up by Teacher Fu Ye really saved everyone!"
When Fu Ye was mentioned, Zhu Meng, Xiao Lie Wang, and the others also showed expressions of shock.
"Indeed, I never imagined that Lord Fu Ye would possess such extraordinary abilities!" Xiao Lie Wang exclaimed.
"Such a large-scale spatial teleportation array was set up in an instant, and it can even accurately select targets. Such a method is truly unheard of!"
“Not only that,” said an old white-haired magician.
"Lancheng is a medium-sized city with well-developed defenses, large enough to accommodate all the residents of the ancient capital."
Lord Fu Ye not only saved us, but also arranged a way out for them.
Everyone nodded, their faces filled with gratitude and admiration.
As Mo Fan watched the civilians disappearing into the teleportation array, he felt a surge of admiration for Fu Ye.
He knew Fu Ye was powerful, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.
But soon, he remembered the questions Fu Ye had asked him before.
Is he really still himself now?
He, who should have been in a peaceful world, came to this world of magicians, but where did the one who was originally in the world of magicians go?
“Councilor Zhu Meng,” Mo Fan turned to look at Zhu Meng, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
"Although the teleportation array can allow civilians to evacuate safely, the crisis in the ancient capital has not yet been resolved."
"The Corpse Lord of the Underworld, the Corpses of the Mountains, and those armies of the undead are still rampaging through the ancient capital. We cannot leave like this; we must find a way to deal with them!"
Zhu Meng nodded, his expression turning serious: "You're right. Lord Fu Ye has bought us time, and we can't let him down. Now, we need to immediately consolidate our forces, formulate a battle plan, and even if it takes all our strength, we must drive these undead out of the ancient capital!"
Xiao Lie Wang chimed in, "That's right! We magicians bear the responsibility of protecting humanity. No matter how powerful the enemy, we cannot back down!"
The white light of the teleportation array continued to flash. On the ruins of the ancient capital's eastern city, the surviving mages were methodically organizing the evacuation of civilians.
Zhu Meng stood at the edge of the teleportation array, watching the endless stream of people being teleported away, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
But the thought that the Corpse Lord and the Mountain Corpse were still wreaking havoc in the heart of the ancient capital made his brows furrow again.
"Your Excellency, the inventory is complete!"
A guard strode over and reported with a solemn expression.
"Apart from some mages trapped in the core area, the rest of the civilians and most of the low-level mages have been evacuated through the teleportation array."
Zhu Meng nodded, and the communication device on his wrist suddenly started flashing rapidly. He connected the call, and an anxious voice immediately came from the other end.
"Your Excellency, there is a letter here!"
Zhu Meng was filled with doubts and immediately ordered the other party to send over the secret letter.
A moment later, a sealed black envelope was delivered to Zhu Meng. The envelope had no markings, only a faint energy fluctuation.
"This is... the aura of the Black Vatican?"
Mu Bai leaned closer to sense it, and his expression instantly turned serious.
Without hesitation, Zhu Meng tore open the envelope. Inside was a yellowed parchment with two names written in blood—both high-ranking members of their Ancient Capital Mage Association! (End of Chapter)