Versatile Mage: Dragon's Lair, Lord of the Dragon Clan!

Chapter 45 Arresting Saran
“Woooo ...

A death knell-like cry echoed from the northern corner of the city. Through the drizzling rain, everyone suddenly spotted a skeletal creature with enormous bony wings soaring towards them, close to the clouds, amidst the murky sky and earth...

Skeleton Dragon!

Three heads were raised high, and a death shockwave gushed out, sweeping across the outer city wall.

The next moment, the solid rock of the entire northern city wall was devoured by the black color. A large section of the city wall that stood there like a mountain range disappeared, and tiny fragments like sand and gravel slowly rose up, like granular gas after evaporation.

In other words, the city wall did not disappear, but turned into these terrifying particles, which were light enough to fly into the air and could be blown everywhere by strong winds!

Lin Chen felt a chill in his heart. The combat power of a great monarch-level bone dragon was even higher than that of the Silver Dome Lord in Hangzhou.

Zhu Meng's expression was equally grim. "Retreat first, retreat to the inner city. There will naturally be someone to contain him. We must try to delay as much time as possible and wait for reinforcements."

After saying that, Zhu Meng flapped his flaming wings, and Lin Chen rode on Xiao Hei and flew all the way to the inner city.

The Skeleton Dragon glanced over and saw Xiao Hei's figure at a glance.

"Woo~"

The soul fire in the eyes of the Skeleton Dragon is extremely strong, and it wants to kill Xiao Hei!

The Skeleton Dragon could feel that as long as it swallowed Xiao Hei, its own strength would immediately soar, and it might even be ranked among the top three among the eight dead kings.

Moreover, Xiao Hei's body can be made into a bone dragon, and it will definitely have a monarch-level general under its command in the future.

Under the roar of the Skeleton Dragon, numerous skeleton undead rushed forward recklessly, filling the outer city with their bodies.

Zhu Meng was chilled to the bone when he saw this. A bolt of lightning struck, blowing up hundreds of skeletons.

"Hurry up and leave. Don't linger in the fight. My injuries haven't healed yet, and my magic power is insufficient. I'm afraid I'll die at the hands of the Skeleton Dragon in ten rounds."

Zhu Meng stopped Lin Chen who was about to release magic and spoke sternly.

Lin Chen threw the thunder seal in his hand and nodded. He understood that now was not the time to fight. The best thing to do was to run to the inner city and rely on the protection of the barrier first.

A layer of eerie purple slowly spread out, gradually covering the northern city area.

Purple Alert!

The gloom in Lin Chen's heart grew heavier, but fortunately he had moved away in advance and the Skeleton Dragon did not catch up with him.

On the city wall of the inner city, the injured Du Xiao, Lu Xu and Fei Jiao were all there.

They looked at the Skeleton Dragon with anger, but they did not have the ability to fight it anymore.

Killing the small monarch-level Ghost Tyrant had already left them seriously injured, let alone dealing with a large monarch-level Skeleton Dragon.

Zhu Meng and Lin Chen arrived. Fei Jiao saw them and asked hurriedly, "What should we do next?"

Lu Xu was worried that the two of them didn't understand the situation, so he added, "It's not just the Skeleton Dragon. Undead Lords are appearing in all directions. Fifty kilometers away, there's even a giant corpse as huge as a mountain. Its momentum far surpasses that of the Skeleton Dragon."

Lin Chen gritted his teeth. This ancient king thought he was Cao Yanbing, right? Was he going to shout that he had seven more undead lords like him?
Zhu Meng's chest wound was bleeding. He asked, "What did President Han Ji say?"

"Now everyone in the outer city has retreated successfully. President Han Ji means to defend the inner city to the death." Lu Xu replied.

Zhu Meng nodded. This was what he thought. Under such a natural disaster of undead, no one could do anything. All they could do was to hold on.

"Maybe there is a way." Lin Chen suddenly said.

Zhu Meng was stunned. "What can you do?"

Zhu Meng didn't distrust Lin Chen. It was just that in such a catastrophe, no matter how strong Lin Chen was, he was no match for him. How could he solve such a disaster?

"I want to see President Han Ji." Lin Chen said.

Zhu Meng did not hesitate and immediately agreed to his request. Even if Lin Chen's method was a bad idea, he would still give it a try, at least not sit here and wait for death.

Zhu Meng and the other three brought Lin Chen to the top floor of the Bell Tower Mage Association.

Han Ji and many other high-ranking officials of the ancient capital are here.

Besides them, there was also a mysterious gray-white man.

Lin Chen understood. It seemed that the news that Sarai was among this group of people had already spread. This made the next step easier. Han Ji saw Lin Chen and forced a smile. "I've thought of many scenarios of meeting you, but I never thought it would be this way."

Han Ji had observed Lin Chen a long time ago, but they were far apart and had never had the chance to meet. He didn't expect that their first meeting would be under such a natural disaster of undead.

"President Han Ji, there is a Sarang among you, right?" Lin Chen said straight to the point.

Salang!

When they heard the name, the atmosphere in the room froze.

Han Ji nodded with difficulty, "Yes, but we can't be sure, so..."

As he spoke, Han Ji suddenly threw out a large group of purple chains, imprisoning all the senior executives present except Lin Chen and a few others.

"So this is the only solution I have."

Ling Xi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance, took a deep breath, looked at the president Han Ji with a firm gaze and said, "President, I hope that you will not make a bigger mistake by doing this. Without us, there will be no one left to deal with the Eight Directions King."

Lin Chen gave her a cold look, quite good at pretending.

Now that the soul chain has been put on, Lin Chen is too lazy to endure it any longer. He can no longer endure it.

Lin Chen stepped forward and slapped Ling Xi hard in the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of slapping shocked everyone present.

Han Ji opened his mouth in shock, but quickly reacted, "Lin Chen, do you have any clues?"

Lin Chen ignored him and looked at Ling Xi.

"You calculated well. You thought your plan was flawless. You even dared to sneak in here in person, wanting to witness your Conferred God Ceremony with your own eyes. You could still have escaped, but unfortunately, there's this variable, hahahahahaha."

Lin Chen smiled, a twisted smile.

In Bo City, on Xuefeng Mountain, almost all the military mages were killed in battle, the residents were relocated, and it became a military fortress.

In the ancient capital, tens of thousands of people have died in this catastrophe. If Lin Chen had not withstood the pressure for a few critical days, this number would have been more than ten times higher.

And all this is because of the person in front of me.

Ling Xi was furious and glared at Lin Chen, but she couldn't say a word because Lin Chen had just nailed her shadow full of huge shadow nails.

Now, except for his eyes, Saran couldn't move even a hair.

"President Han Ji, you want to ask me for evidence, right? I'm sorry, I don't have any substantial evidence, but according to my intelligence, the Black Church's Grand Deacon Hu Jin will appear there soon."

Lin Chen pointed to a certain place in the clock tower. Everyone followed his gaze and saw a man in a blue butler's windbreaker appear beside him.

Han Ji stood up angrily, "How arrogant! They actually showed up wearing the clothes of the Black Church."

Lin Chen looked coldly at Chief Deacon Hu Jin, or Mu He.

Before Mu He could say anything, a huge black dragon suddenly popped its head out from the top of the bell tower and grabbed Mu He in its claws.

After crushing all of Mu He's bones, Xiao Hei put him next to Lin Chen.

Mu He laughed out loud in pain.

His mind is already out of control, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a madman now.

Lin Chen searched for the antidote from him and threw it to Mo Fan who arrived late.

"Give it to the monkey. He only remembered who we are. The deeper memories still require an antidote."

Looking at Mu He who wanted to speak, Lin Chen grinned.

"You want to trade the location of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum for your master's life, right?"

Hearing this, Ling Xi's eyes widened with red cheeks...

(End of this chapter)