Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

Mo Fan looked at the seawall in the distance that was still smoking, and the worry in his eyes surged like a tide.

He gripped the Taia sword at his waist, turned to look at Hua Zhanhong, and said in a deep voice: "What is the situation in other base cities?"

The moment the words fell, the air around them seemed to freeze a little.

Compared to the Magic City and Asuka Base City, which have the support of him and Shaka, the situation of the other base cities is like a lone boat in a storm.

Hua Zhanhong's Adam's apple moved, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. Although he didn't want to break this rare short peace, the fact was like a huge rock pressing on his heart. After all, he sighed and said, "I have given up."

Hua Zhanhong's voice was hoarse and heavy, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper: "Emperor-level monsters have also appeared in several other base cities. They are the emperors we are familiar with. There are Lan Evil Dragon, Shark King, and Colorful Monster King."

The evil dragon raised a tsunami that covered the sky, the shark king led his iron-like sharks to tear through the defense line, and the poisonous fog released by the colorful demon king turned the city into a purgatory on earth.

"A Forbidden Spell Master can indeed compete with the Emperor, but what's the point of just competing?"

"Under the full-scale charge of the Siren, without a solid defensive formation and combat readiness like the Demon City, and without the existence of Mo Fan and Shaka who can absolutely suppress the Emperor level, it is natural that we cannot hold on."

Looking at the bloodshot and fatigue in Hua Zhanhong's eyes, Mo Fan felt a dull pain in his heart.

But he knew that this was not the time to be sad. Before he could ask, Hua Zhanhong continued, "However, when they invaded the city, our people relied on the space array to teleport to the Demon City Base City. I have asked someone to arrange it."

“Will they stop here?” Mo Fan’s voice was as cold as ice, with a vigilant light flashing in his silver pupils.

"No, after breaking through the city, the sirens evacuated and gathered towards the Demon City." Hua Zhanhong's voice became lower and lower, and every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.

On the distant sea, the setting sun was as red as blood, stretching his shadow very long and casting a shadow on the ground.

Sure enough, the Demon City will eventually become the final battlefield!

Although Feiniao Base City is safe for the time being, compared to Feiniao Base City, Modu, as the most important stronghold of mankind in the east, naturally attracts more attention.

Isn’t the sudden appearance of that dominant emperor the best proof?

“Get ready for battle. No matter what, we must resist with all our might!” Mo Fan turned around abruptly, his eyes as firm as steel.

"Yeah!" Hua Zhanhong straightened his back, and the fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

At least, two more emperors were killed today, proving that humans are not completely without any resistance.

He knew that this was not only a battle to defend the Demon City, but also a life-and-death battle for the survival of Da Xia.

Of course, they can choose to evacuate, tolerate and escape.

But is that really what they want?

They have been practicing magic for so long, is it just to escape when the catastrophe comes?
The moment the blood-red setting sun sank into the sea, the tense nerves on the seawall finally relaxed a little.

No matter what happens next, at least the crisis has been temporarily resolved, and the exhausted mages began to take turns recuperating.

The sound of coughing and the rustling of preparing healing potions echoed throughout the camp. Bandages were wrapped around charred arms. The soft light of healing magic and the flickering of the campfire intertwined, illuminating faces that were filled with fatigue but still showed determination.

Hua Zhanhong and Mo Fan had returned to the seawall. At this moment, they were looking at the surging dark waves in the distance, and the worry in their eyes had not subsided at all.

Although the ordinary scouts' reconnaissance was almost futile under the pressure of this emperor-level demon, he still resolutely ordered the establishment of a new line of defense.

"Communication chain!" His voice was particularly clear in the night. "Post a scout every 500 meters to pass on messages in a relay manner!" This decision undoubtedly pushed the scouts in the front row into a desperate situation where they were almost dead.

Those scouts who face the deep sea not only have to deal with the sirens that may appear at any time, but also have to stay awake under the imperial pressure.

However, the moment the order was given, military magicians came like a tide.

Some quietly stuffed letters from home into their comrades' hands, some wiped the wet blood on their bodies, and a young wizard smiled and patted his chest: "I have strong concealment power, let me go to the front!"

"Let me go. I have been a scout for many years and I am the most experienced in this area."

"I'm a water major, and no one is more suitable than me."

Mo Fan stood on a high place and looked down at the scene, ripples appearing in his brown pupils.

The evening light bathed the military magicians' uniforms, outlining their tall and straight spines.

"Lord Mofan, these scouts." Shajia walked up to him and looked at the scene in disbelief.

She is not from China and finds it difficult to understand them.

It's clearly a life-threatening situation, so why are they still rushing in?
Mo Fan nodded slightly, his Adam's apple rolling: "They are risking their lives to get the latest news for the Magic City, and they don't want the Sirens to attack again."

The wind blew in with a salty and smelly smell, and he looked at the figures in the front.

This fearless spirit spread quickly throughout the camp like a spark.

The dark matter magic around Mo Fan resonated and vibrated unconsciously. He suddenly realized that the true power of mankind has never been the strength of a certain person, but the iron torrent formed by countless ordinary figures.

These military wizards, who are willing to put their lives at risk, are the foundation that allows civilization to stand firm in a world overrun by demons.

With them like this, why should Mo Fan be afraid of the Siren?

"Okay, go back and rest. You must be tired today, right?" Mo Fan looked at Shaka and said softly.

"It's okay, I just need to recuperate for a while." Saga nodded.

She did need some time to recuperate. After all, she was not Mo Fan. There was no way she could quickly recover her magic power through special means after experiencing a great battle.

"Let's go."

Although Mo Fan didn't say anything, he still felt helpless in his heart.

This is also a big disadvantage of human mages.

A powerful wizard can indeed provide powerful assistance, but after almost every battle, his own magical energy will be greatly consumed.

It would be difficult to sustain a second battle in a short period of time.

It would be fine if the Siren launched a one-time general attack, but if it continued to attack again and again like today, it would be really hard to resist when the real decisive battle day came.
But if the forbidden spell is not used, I don’t know how to resist it.

Mo Fan is only a human being after all. It is impossible for him to pay attention to the Magic City while worrying about Feiniaoji City.

Giving up the remaining base cities is a good thing at the moment.
(End of this chapter)