Versatile Mage: I have a proficiency panel

Chapter 35 Poison Hair
Dark clouds were pressing down, destroying the remains of the ancient capital.

The ice rain is like a sharp arrow, penetrating the foundation of the ancient capital.

What's even more terrifying is the evil spirits that crawled out from tombs, ghost mounds, graveyards, and mausoleums and are unwilling to leave. The vast earth covered with rain has been covered with them. The originally towering outer city wall is like a fragile dam, and its weak body can't withstand the tide of evil spirits at all!

The outer city walls were completely destroyed, thick bricks and stones collapsed, and tall city towers fell like clay sculptures, not to mention the houses on the streets...

Looking out from the inner city wall, the entire area of ​​this ancient capital within a radius of more than ten kilometers has been submerged in a vast ocean of black. Buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals have all been washed away by the evil spirits, and not even a trace of wreckage can be seen!
The evil spirits finally entered the city, pouring in from all directions. The most frightening thing was not the evil spirits' ability to devour the ocean, but the fact that apart from the evil spirit tide line in the front that was pressing forward step by step, there was a dark mass behind the tide line, stretching for who knows how many kilometers. One could not help but suspect that they were the invaders of this kingdom of death.

"Ethnic groups, tribes, countries...the kingdom of the dead, the kingdom of the dead." On the tall watchtower of the bell tower, an old murmur sounded like a low chant, more like a death prayer for the city.

Could it be that this ancient capital, which has stood for thousands of years, would completely disappear from history on this rainy day?

The evil spirits that cover the horizon have already swallowed up the city. Can this golden barrier really withstand these countless invasions?

What exactly caused the evil spirits that had been sealed for decades, hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of years to awaken from the dust and turn into such a despairing undead catastrophe?

"Has the ruler of this kingdom of the dead...who can command so many undeads...awakened?" said Senator Zhu Meng in a pale voice.

"That depends on which era the Undead King comes from. I hope it's not this one." Han Ji, president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, sighed.

"President, what are you talking about..." Military Commander Lu Xu asked with a frown.

"Something that is the same age as this city." President Han Ji did not say it directly, because he was really unwilling to believe it.

"These evil spirits are endless, and the inner city barrier may not be able to hold out for long, especially with the onslaught of monarch-level undead spirits... The strongest undead spirit we know of right now is the Mountain Corpse, which keeps throwing its flesh mounds and corpses into the city from the north." said Ling Xi, an elder of the Hunter Alliance.

Ling Xi is a female mage who still has charm. Her skin is well-maintained, but her crow's feet are very obvious, as if all the years and experiences have settled in the corners of her eyes. She is not as terrified as other female mages, nor does she force herself to be calm like women in high positions. She just talks about the facts, without any sadness or joy.

"Leave the Mountain Corpse to the Chief of the Royal Guards. He is the strongest battle mage. I think the Mountain Corpse is also afraid of him. After all, they have fought each other before." said Han Ji, president of the association.

"Leave the Demon Horned Ghost Lord in the south to my people." Ling Xi said.

"What is that thing in the west that hasn't appeared yet?" Zhu Meng asked.

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

Power struggles are common, but at this time, the powers must hold each other tightly together and share honor and disgrace. "Member Zhu Meng, your inference is correct. There is indeed something wrong with the rainwater. Our pharmacists have detected something called the Nine Nether Dew hidden in the rainwater. If the undead were to appear during the day, there must be a very dense air of death to ensure their normal breathing. However, the heavy rain is pouring down, and the Nine Nether Dew has given them life..." A pharmacist in a white coat hurriedly walked up and said.

Early in the morning, that is the time when the entire ancient capital is most relaxed. If the army of undead attacked at night, the city would not be destroyed so quickly.

Using rainwater to allow evil spirits to appear during the day, and launching this rain conspiracy after the outer city had experienced a night of exhausting battle. If this was really done by humans, then how sinister must the conspirator's intentions be!

“It’s exactly the same as the disaster in Bo City.” Councillor Zhu Meng’s voice became deeper. What Mo Fan had said to him before was true!

The Black Church, it is indeed them!
"..." At this moment, Han Ji suddenly felt dazed and staggered a few steps. He could only stand by holding on to the table. It seemed that his super-level cultivation could not sense anything. He just felt weak and could not even hear clearly what they said before.

Li Yujian, Ling Xi and others also had similar reactions. The leaders of the three major forces representing the World Magic Association and the Hunter Alliance all suffered misfortune!

"What's wrong with you?" Zhu Meng was horrified and quickly supported Han Ji. The others were also helped up by people nearby.

"It's poison. We've been poisoned, but it won't endanger our lives for now. It just makes us weak and it's hard for us to use magic." Ling Xi said slowly. On the surface, he seemed to be calm, but his heart was already in turmoil. Who was it? When was it? What kind of poison was it?

"Poison? Quickly find a trustworthy healing wizard and pharmacist, something is wrong right now!" Zhu Meng's face looked ugly. If it was the Black Vatican who poisoned, and everyone was here, why were only people from the three major forces poisoned?

More importantly, who could poison so many super-class mages under their noses? Doesn't this mean that the person who poisoned them is among their top leaders?

Those present were all high-ranking officials and high-ranking officials! If the Black Church could infiltrate to this extent...

Obviously, other people also thought of this matter. The atmosphere suddenly became silent. Everyone looked at each other. The Gulou Werewolf Killing was about to begin!
"It seems that I have come at the right time." Suddenly, a strange voice broke into the ears of the high-ranking officials, breaking the gradually weird atmosphere.

Everyone turned around and found a man who was wrapped tightly up slowly walking up to them. His pair of bright eyes seemed to see everything.

"Who are you?" A poisoning incident had just happened, and Zhu Meng was extremely alert, ready to take action at any time.

"It was my idea for him to be here, but I didn't expect that I would be poisoned..." Han Ji took a deep breath, forced himself to stand up, and glanced at everyone: "But this situation does not prevent the plan from going ahead!"

The tightly wrapped man nodded to Han Ji and continued to say to everyone: "Bo City is just an experimental site of Saran, a rehearsal for this carefully planned ancient capital disaster..."

(End of this chapter)