Versatile Mage: Reincarnation of the Strongest Gojo Satoru of the Contemporary Era

Chapter 62 The Truth of the Disaster

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.

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!
"Thank you." The power of death in Gojo Satoru's body was expelled and he finally regained consciousness.

"Young man, your body is very special. A normal magician can't last so long after being hit by the claw of the Lord of the Underworld." Han Ji said, stroking his beard.

"You are too impulsive!" Zhu Meng said.

"Sorry to trouble you." Gojo Satoru stretched his body and said with a wry smile.

"I'm afraid the inner city barrier won't last long, especially with the onslaught of monarch-level undeads...

The strongest undead we know of right now is the Mountain Corpse, which is constantly throwing its flesh mound corpses into the city in the north city." said Ling Xi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance.

"Has the ruler of this kingdom of the dead, who can command so many undead, awakened?" Zhu Meng said with a pale face.

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

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

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

"Leave the Mountain Corpse to the Chief of the Royal Guards. He is the most powerful killing mage in the ancient capital. I think the Mountain Corpse is also afraid of him. After all, they have fought each other before."

"Leave the Mojiao Ghost Lord on the south city wall 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.

Struggles between forces are not uncommon, but at times like this, forces and forces must hug each other tightly and share weal and woe.

"Senator 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 would definitely be a very dense aura of death to ensure their normal breathing. But the heavy rain poured down, and the Nine Nether Dew 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 looked at the continuous rain in astonishment.

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

The Black Church, it is indeed them!!

"It's not exactly the same..." Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation of the high-ranking officials.

Everyone turned around and found a man wrapped tightly up slowly walking up to them.

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

The man did not respond, but continued the previous topic: "The disaster in Bo City was just an experiment that Saran did casually."

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

There was complete silence inside the bell tower.

The cold rain was falling as everyone stared at the masked man who revealed the truth. The shock and chill in their hearts could not subside for a long time.

"The ancient king has not yet fully awakened, but the dead kings of the eight directions have already taken advantage of the heavy rain to occupy the ancient capital, wanting to turn it into a larger kingdom of the dead as a great gift for the ancient king after he wakes up from his thousand-year sleep...

The Eight Dead Kings are led by the Mountain Corpse, but the Mountain Corpse is extremely cunning and will not easily step into the city. It is very difficult to kill it and shock the vast army of undead. So if nothing unexpected happens, the Eight Dead Kings will first occupy all the land outside the inner city wall, wait for the ancient king to wake up, and destroy the inner city inheritance barrier in one fell swoop. "Said the mysterious gray man.

No one knew who this person was, but since he could appear here, it must have been approved by some big shot.

"The king hasn't woken up yet and the situation is like this. Can the ancient capital still hold on?" Ling Xi said.

"It's not the Lord of the Undead, it's the Ancient King. The Lord of the Undead has no ability to command the dead kings of all directions. Only the Ancient King, the one who created this land of the undead, has this ability!" said the mysterious gray-white man very seriously and affirmatively.

…………Gojo Satoru was listening nearby. In short, they needed water from a well called Kunjing in Weiju Village, and then they would take half a day to go to the ancient king’s imperial tomb to seal the ancient king and resolve the disaster.

Then the mysterious gray-white man even said that there was a traitor among the senior executives present.

The top executives were naturally furious, but the mysterious gray-white man's words made sense, and President 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 information.

After that person left, Gojo Satoru and Du Xiao sat in the corner.

"I didn't expect that your top leaders have been infiltrated." Gojo Satoru said with some surprise.

“I didn’t expect that the Black Church could reach this point.” Du Xiao said with a wry smile.

"Hua Hua Hua~~"

It was raining heavily.

"The body of the mysterious man was found in the alley south of the bell tower." A royal guard mage flew down from a high place and said anxiously.

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

Soon, they arrived at the back alley and sure enough, there was a body in gray and white clothes.

"Damn it! These beasts from the Black Church have become so rampant that they dare to commit crimes right under our noses!" Zhu Meng said angrily.

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

"We really underestimated the Black Church." Ling Xi said.

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

Just as everyone was astonished, a man also wearing gray and white clothes walked out from the side.

This man then began to reveal why he was still alive and how his companions died, and he proved that there were indeed people from the Black Church among those present.

All the senior executives were stunned, while Gojo Satoru looked at Han Ji thoughtfully.

From the very beginning, he could see that the man in gray and white clothes had been making eye contact with Han Ji.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the person lurking among us is Saran. You can give the next instructions." The gray-haired man respectfully saluted Han Ji.

Han Ji nodded. He already knew all the arrangements.

"The ancient capital is in danger, and as the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, I have no choice but to use this method... So, everyone, I'm sorry!"

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

The royal guards emerged and quickly surrounded this group of high-ranking personnel.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the end, except for Gojo Satoru, the rest, including Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, Lu Xu, and Fei Jiao who fought bloody battles, were all placed under house arrest.

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

"No need, you're just a junior, and it was my arrangement that you could hear those things." Han Ji sighed lightly.

In fact, when Gojo Satoru was brought back to the inner city barrier by Du Xiao and the others to seek treatment from him, he asked his men to investigate Gojo Satoru.

It is very clear where I am and what I do every day, and even the reason for coming to the ancient capital is clearly known.

"Well, I hope you can successfully find that Saran." Gojo Satoru gave his sincere blessing.

(End of this chapter)