Versatile Mage: One innate talent for each system

Chapter 68: The Figure on the Bloody Throne (Please Read It Again!!!)
In the catastrophe of the ancient capital in the original timeline, Saran's identity was almost exposed.

At that time, Han Ji adhered to the ruthless determination of "it is better to kill a thousand people by mistake than to let one go", and imprisoned more than ten people including Salan.

In order to rescue Saran, Mu He forced Han Ji to release everyone in exchange for the location of the ancient royal tomb.

The tomb of the ancient king is hidden in the Abyss of Evil.

Even if Han Ji and others knew the news, what could they do?
Mu He teased them severely.

Now, he still wants to do this, still wants to play tricks on them again to satisfy his twisted desires!
The time is almost up.

Mu He's figure quietly disappeared into the thick darkness behind him. When he appeared again, he was already standing on the north city wall.

Han Ji and the others were very familiar with the blue robe he was wearing; it was the symbol of the Black Church's blue-robed deacons.

Han Ji saw this, his eyes flashing with anger and murderous intent. He said fiercely, "Deacon of the Black Church, you are so bold! You dare to appear before us alone. Are you really not afraid of death?"

Mu He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with a disdainful sneer, he slowly walked forward and responded, "Afraid? Why should I be afraid? Look up at the hellish furnace above your heads. The ones who should be afraid are you! Hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed over the city walls, extremely arrogant.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him like sharp blades. They knew that Mu He must have something to rely on since he dared to show up alone. However, they couldn't guess what his trump card was for the moment.

Holding the lives of millions of people in his hands, this is Mu He’s greatest confidence!

He enjoyed the pleasure of controlling life and death, and even more so the pleasure of playing with Han Ji and others in the palm of his hand!
"You must be very curious about what we are going to do?" Mu He walked in front of everyone with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Everyone was silent. They knew in their hearts that the blue-robed deacons of the Black Church would not appear for no reason.

At this moment, they could only suppress their inner anger and doubts and listen to what Mu He had to say.

Mu He walked over to Han Ji and then spoke slowly, "You should have guessed who is driving the eight dead kings. Only the ancient undead emperor has the qualifications."

"It really woke up?!" Han Ji's heart was shaken when he heard this, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.

The others were also shocked.

If it is really the ancient king who has awakened, then people like them will be like ants in front of this terrifying existence and will be completely vulnerable.

"How about it? Do you want to know where the ancient king's tomb is?" Mu He's smile became more and more wanton.

A high-level wizard, at this moment, completely suppressed a group of super-level wizards in terms of momentum. This contrast gave him great satisfaction.

Han Ji and Lu Huan looked at each other.

Han Ji asked, "Are you willing to tell us the location of the ancient king's tomb?"

In Han Ji's opinion, if he could find out the location of the tomb and enter it to prevent the ancient king from awakening, perhaps there would be a chance to turn around this impending catastrophe.

"Of course, of course I'm willing to tell you." Mu He said with a smile, a strange arc on his lips.

After saying that, he slowly walked to the edge of the city wall near the inner city and looked up at the bottomless abyss filled with endless breath of death.

He glanced at Han Ji and the others, ignoring their increasingly ugly expressions, and turned back to look at Sha Yuan.

Mu He was silent, as if waiting for something, and as time went by, the tense atmosphere became more and more intense.

Han Ji's patience was finally exhausted. He could no longer bear the feeling of being led by Mu He, and immediately said sternly:

"It seems you are unwilling to tell us. Then we will have no choice but to capture you and try every possible means to extract the memories deep within your soul!!"

"Don't worry." Mu He's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his face twisted slightly with excitement and nervousness: "You will see it soon, after the dark clouds disperse!"

As if in response to his words, the dark clouds that had enveloped the ancient capital for days began to slowly dissipate. It was now daytime, and as the clouds dispersed, the long-blocked sunlight streamed down like a sharp sword.

Those undead who were afraid of the sun fled in all directions, looking for shelter, and some even dived directly into the white sand and gravel under their feet.

Mu He's eyes were fixed on Sha Yuan.

Huh? Why no changes?
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"What on earth are you doing with the Black Church?" Han Ji frowned, his tone full of confusion and vigilance.

Mu He's madman-like roar just now made him think that there would be earth-shaking changes after the dark clouds dispersed, but in the end, nothing happened.

"This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening!" Mu He suddenly roared loudly.

Seeing this, Han Ji slapped Mu He in the air. The powerful magic power instantly turned into an invisible big hand, pressing Mu He to the ground.

Mu He was still yelling frantically: "It shouldn't be like this, why hasn't Sha Yuan changed!?"

Sha Yuan?

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards Sha Yuan.

At this moment, their faces suddenly turned pale, and the abyss that had seemed calm began to slowly expand.

At first glance, there were densely packed zombies, ghosts, vampires and other undead spirits surging like a tide, as if they were endless!
Smelling the breath of the living, these undead spirits immediately let out wails and roars. The sound penetrated the space and echoed in everyone's ears like a curse from hell, making people shudder.

Mu He noticed the change in their expressions and immediately looked at Sha Yuan, laughing wildly:

"Here we go! Don't you want to know where the ancient king's tomb is? Let me tell you, he placed his tomb in the most terrifying hell furnace. Shayuan is his tomb!!"

His laughter was crazy and terrifying, making Han Ji and others look even uglier.

"Is there really no hope?"

"Are we really just going to watch millions of people being swallowed by the evil abyss?"

Everyone suddenly felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and their scalps went numb.

This was far beyond their capabilities. In front of the terrifying power of this ancient king, they were so small and powerless.

At this moment, a blood-red throne emerged from the abyss.

The corpse of the mountain, the most powerful of the eight dead kings, crashed into the city wall like a cannonball, lowered its noble head, and prostrated itself before the bloody throne, respectfully welcoming the arrival of the emperor.

Eyes filled with fear or shock focused on the figure on the bloody throne.

The man in the ancient armor robe slowly stood up, and the thick aura of death covered his face like a substance, making it impossible to see his features.

"That's the Ancient King!!"

Feeling the terrifying imperial aura released by the armor, Han Ji and others couldn't help but tremble all over.

Under such pressure, they were like a small boat in a storm, ready to be torn to pieces by a single wave at any moment!
The ancient king slowly left the bloody throne, each step he took was on the void, as if the space under his feet was just a toy that he could manipulate at will.

He stepped onto the top of the mountain corpse and quietly gazed at this precarious thousand-year-old capital.

Then, the Ancient King looked at Han Ji and his group. His deadly voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, slamming heavily on everyone's trembling hearts:

“Death doesn’t feel good.”

(End of this chapter)