The Truth About the Disaster

Chapter 62 The Truth About the Disaster

Dark clouds loomed overhead, seemingly threatening to destroy the ancient capital.

The icy rain, like a swift arrow, soaked through the very foundations of the ancient capital.

Looking out from the inner city wall, the area within a radius of more than ten kilometers of this ancient capital has been completely submerged by a black ocean. Buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals have all been destroyed by the evil spirits, and not even a trace of the remains can be seen!

"Thank you." With the death energy expelled from Gojo Satoru's body, he finally regained consciousness.

"Young man, your body is very special. A normal mage wouldn't be able to withstand a single claw strike from the Lord of the Underworld for this long," Han Ji said, stroking his beard.

"You're too impulsive!" Zhu Meng said.

"Sorry to have troubled you," Gojo Satoru said with a wry smile as he stretched his body.

"The inner city barrier probably won't hold for long, especially with the impact of the monarch-level undead..."

"The strongest undead we know of right now is the Mountain Corpse, which keeps throwing mounds of fleshy corpses into the city from the North City," said Elder Lingxi of the Hunter Alliance.

"Has the ruler of this undead kingdom, who can command so many undead, awakened?" Zhu Meng asked, his face pale.

"That depends on which era's undead ruler it is. Hopefully, it's not that one," sighed Han Ji, president of the Clock Tower Magic Association.

"President, what are you talking about...?" Military Commander Lu Xu asked, frowning.

"Something that's the same age as this ancient capital." Han Ji didn't reveal it directly.

"Let's hand over the Corpse of the Mountain Peak to the Chief of the Imperial Guard. He is the strongest killing mage in the ancient capital. I think the Corpse of the Mountain Peak is also wary of him, after all, they have fought before."

"Give the Demon Lord of the South City Wall to my men," Lingxi said.

"What's that to the west? Has it not appeared yet?" Zhu Meng asked.

"It must be a ghost that is good at hiding. I didn't see its true form, but the place was full of evil ghosts, ghost generals, and ghost ministers. Most of the time, I couldn't see anything at all, and there were corpses everywhere," said Li Yujian, the head of the Li family.

Conflicts of power are commonplace, but in such times, forces will inevitably stick together and share weal and woe.

"Councilor Zhu Meng, your deduction is correct; there is indeed a problem with the rainwater. Our pharmacists detected something in the rainwater that can be called the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds. If the undead were to appear during the day, there would definitely be a very dense death aura to ensure their normal breathing. But with the torrential rain, the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds gave them life..." A pharmacist in a white coat hurriedly walked up and said.

"Is it really raining?" Zhu Meng was horrified.

"Is it caused by the rain?" Han Ji stared in astonishment at the continuous rain.

"It's exactly the same as the disaster in Bo City," Councilor Zhu Meng's voice turned somber.

The Black Vatican, it really was them!!

"Not exactly the same..." Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice broke into the conversation of the high-ranking people.

Everyone turned around and saw a man who was wrapped up tightly slowly walking up.

"Who are you?" Han Ji glanced at the man and asked indifferently.

The man didn't reply, but continued the previous topic: "The disaster in Bo City was just an experiment that Salam casually conducted."

"A rehearsal for this meticulously planned disaster in the ancient capital."

Inside the clock tower observation tower, however, all was silent.

As the cold rain fell, the crowd watched the masked man who had revealed the truth, their shock and chills lingering for a long time.

"The ancient king has not yet fully awakened, but the eight dead kings have already taken advantage of the heavy rain to invade the ancient capital, wanting to turn it into an even larger kingdom of the dead as a grand gift for the ancient king after his thousand-year slumber..."

"The Eight Directions of the Dead Kings are led by the Corpse of the Mountain Peak, but the Corpse of the Mountain Peak is extremely cunning and will not easily set foot in the city. It will be very difficult to kill it and deter the vast army of undead. So, if nothing unexpected happens, the Eight Directions of the Dead Kings will first seize all the land outside the city walls and wait for the Ancient King to awaken so that he can destroy the inner city's heritage barrier in one fell swoop," said the mysterious gray-white man.

No one knew who this person was, but since he could appear here, it must have been with the approval of some important figure.

"The capital is already in such a state before the king has even awakened. Can it still hold on?" Lingxi asked.

"It's not the Lord of the Undead, it's the Ancient King. The Lord of the Undead has no power to command the rulers of the dead in all directions. Only the Ancient King, the one who created this land of the dead, has that power!" The mysterious gray-white man said with great seriousness and certainty.

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Gojo Satoru listened from the side. In short, they needed a kind of well water called Kuni Well from the village of Weiju, and then they needed to spend half a day going to the ancient king's tomb to seal the ancient king and resolve this disaster.

Then there was that mysterious gray-white man, who even claimed that there was a mole among the high-ranking officials present.

The higher-ups were naturally furious, but the mysterious gray-haired man's words were reasonable and well-founded, and Chairman Han Ji seemed to know him, so no one dared to act rashly.

Then the man said that his men had found the whereabouts of the Kunjing well water, and then he went out to receive the information.

After that person left, Gojo Satoru and Dokusho sat in the far corner.

"I didn't expect that even your upper echelons had been infiltrated," Gojo Satoru said with some surprise.

"I never expected the Black Vatican to reach this level," Du Xiao said with a wry smile.

"Splash splash splash~~~"

The heavy rain kept falling.

"The body of that mysterious man has been found in the alley south of the clock tower," a guard mage said anxiously as he flew down from a high place.

"What?!" Everyone was shocked and hurriedly asked the guard mage to lead the way.

Before long, they arrived at the back alley and found a body dressed in gray and white clothes.

"Damn it! Those bastards from the Black Vatican have become so arrogant that they dare to commit atrocities right under our noses!" Zhu Meng roared in anger.

"President, what should we do?" said Military Commander Lu Xu.

"We really underestimated the Black Vatican," Lingxi said.

"Now that Fang Gu's whereabouts are unknown, how can we find him..." Fei Jiao said.

Just as everyone was in shock, a person dressed in gray and white clothes walked out from the side.

The man then began to reveal why he was still alive and how his companions had died, and proved that there were indeed members of the Black Vatican among those present.

All the high-ranking officials looked astonished, while Gojo Satoru looked at Han Ji thoughtfully.

From the very beginning, he could tell that the person in the gray-white clothes had been exchanging glances with Han Ji.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the person lurking among us is Salang. You may give the next instructions." The gray-white man respectfully bowed to Han Ji.

Han Ji nodded; he already knew about all of this.

"The ancient capital is on the verge of collapse, and as the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, I have no choice but to resort to this method... So, everyone, please forgive me!"

Han Ji waved his hand, and a group of purple figures appeared around the alley.

The Imperial Guards appeared and quickly surrounded the group of high-ranking officials.

Everyone looked bewildered and didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the end, apart from Wu Tiao Wu who was still alive, the rest, including Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, Lu Xu, and Fei Jiao who fought valiantly, were all placed under house arrest.

"Don't I need it?" Gojo Satoru looked at Han Ji and the gray-haired man with some surprise.

"No need. You're just a junior, and it was my arrangement that you were allowed to listen to those things," Han Ji sighed softly.

In fact, when Gojo Satoru was brought back to the inner city barrier by Doku and the others to heal his injuries, he had his subordinates investigate Gojo Satoru.

I know exactly where I am and what I do every day, and I even know the exact reason why I came to the ancient capital.

"Alright, I hope you can successfully find that Salang," Gojo Satoru sincerely wished.

(End of this chapter)