Versatile Mage

The old ladder was wet with rain and several muddy footprints hurriedly stepped on top.

The whole inner city is not only surrounded by the army of the dead, but also trapped by cold rain and darkness. People want to see the dawn, but fear its coming.

How long has passed, no one has come to a conclusion, the clock on the bell tower has been deliberately cloaked, and no one is willing to watch a death countdown.

A pair of flaming wings swayed from a distance back into the bell tower. The figure under his wing fell almost half on the railing of the bell tower platform. The left wing and the demon man saw it and hurried up to help him.

“Congressman Meng, are you all right?” Left flank asked.

“We lost.” Blindfolded, even the voice is a little bland and heavy.

“The Mountain Body... can't you even beat it?” The left flank glanced at the distance and turned out to be blind to nothing, but a palpitating roar came from the outside.

Wish Meng half lay there, leg injuries made it difficult for him to stand up, flame wings behind him, thunder armor is all the more faceless, a heavily weighted congressman has become a defeated general with no fighting spirit in his eyes.

“How are they…?” I wish you all the best.

Now the most concerned are Movan and the few of them. This time, there are many people out, but not half of them can really come back. May the most powerful of their wizards be seen dead by the corpse of the mountain peak in a half-mountain.

He wished to be the last to withdraw, but he was not sure how many people had survived the horrific killing of the Mountain Body.

The body of the mountain is far more powerful than they imagined, and it has not even drifted, and the body of the mountain will raze the inner city to the ground.

“I'll help you, see for yourself.” The left will help Meng slowly.

Zhu Meng was somewhat confused. At this time, the demon man pointed to Shasan next to his finger and explained to him the evil eye bronze mirror.

“Hahahaha ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~” An audible laugh came out of it.

May Meng raise his head and stare disgustingly at Mu Ha, the great deacon of Tianjin, tied under the bell tower.

Muha laughed furiously, laughing like an already fed demon peeking into the tears of sorrow, raped, sly, twisted faces filled with the irremediable madness of the Black Holy See.

Death is very irrelevant to Muha, he has stumbled on for so many years just for today's celebration, the celebration is complete, even if he is dead, it is only the physical extinction, the soul will enter the immortal court of the Black Holy See with countless merits, enjoy the same treatment as the gods of heaven!

He Muga killed so many people today, including those who bled to death in Bo, all his souls will fall into the eternal court and become his slaves. His achievements in the Black Holy See are enough to make him a king in the eternal court, and others can only bow!

Now he does nothing but wait for this flesh and mortal flesh to be destroyed, and he will immediately ascend to his “paradise”.

“This lunatic, killing him is not enough to exasperate!” The demon man glanced at Muha and said harshly.

May Meng ignore him and look into the evil copper glasses.

A purple and black lightning bolt appeared in the bronze mirror of the evil eye, and a dazzling stripe spread across the earth. Between the thunderbolts, Movan was like a lone boat swaying in a white storm, and the hull had been severely damaged and would sink at any moment.

Bless you for watching this scene, but those glaring eyes are full of shock!

“These… these… did he kill them??” May the voice tremble lightly.

“Well, they fell into the dead room.” Left flank said.

“He... killed so many?? ”

The bones were all over the place and the ocean sprinkled into a long carpet of bones, laying unknown distances.

And at the center of the bone carpet, a mountain of bones strikingly thrust there, skull skull head, skull limbs, skull body, ribs, sternum, legs, phalanges, jaws... these messy piles together, formed a mountain of bones, Mornbai scary!!

Movan, accompanied by a flame, stood on the bone mountain, and the precious serpent armor was already broken at this moment. A noticeable bright red slip fell on the protected head, passing by the eyebrows, scratching his cheek, dropping...

At first glance, he was already at the end of a strong crossbow, standing on an unstable mountain of bones and a gust of wind could blow him down.

If you're a will-powered magician, you should close your eyes and put your own head in this pile of bones and sleep forever.

But he was still standing, his black eyes exhausted, and he was still forcing himself to squeeze out a little light.

“Congratulations, it's so good to have you back...”

A few footsteps rang behind them, and the executives preparing the escape plan gathered back here, including Han Silence and the Mysterious White Man.

Lingxi, Chujia, Lu Wang, Feikheng and others have recovered. They will be the main force in the escape plan, leading a small number of people out alive.

The mysterious grey man saw Meng Dull standing in front of the evil eye bronze mirror, knowing his mood, walked up and patted him on the shoulder, sighing: “They did a lot for us, they did a lot for the city, they were supposed to be on the plan list, but they died in that mausoleum for more than 2,000 years...”

“Yeah, good luck, don't be sad. It's important to move on.” Flying Corner also came up to comfort and congratulate.

“Surrounded by a group of skeletons, alas...”

“He… they are not dead.” A long-stay wish was uttered.

Meng's words stunned everyone.

Not dead?

Impossible, how long has this been going on, let alone a few middle-class magicians, even high-ranking magicians have died in it for several rounds.

“Look for yourselves!” May the blindfold point to the evil eyewear, "he said.

That's when the people came back up, the first thing they saw was the bone mountain that was shocked!!

Bone mountains rose and Movan stood there, with flames burning on his palms, countless skeletons climbing up the mountains, and Movan's flames smashed them into pieces.

As anyone can see, Mofan's breath ran out, but his eyes started to get wet when they found him stepping on a huge mountain of bones at his feet.

He's not dead!

He's not dead!!

Their group had long given up a hint of hope for him, and who could have imagined that after such a long time he was still alive in that dead door?

The indomitable and lonely nature of this heart requires so many corpses, such a mountain of bones, to be able to manifest itself!