Full-Time Mage: Starting with Gengar, selected for the National Tournament

Chapter 123 The Curtain Falls

[Congratulations! You have successfully averted the Calamity of the Undead in the Ancient Capital and have earned 10 points.]

In the ancient royal tombs.

After confirming the deceased ruler and the undead army, obey the order to retreat.

Chu Ming waved his hand, directly opening a spatial gate shimmering with silver ripples.

After gaining recognition of the throne.

As long as it is within the realm of the dead.

He can then control all the power here.

This naturally includes the spatial magic array constructed by the ancient king.

Just as Chu Ming and Mo Fan were preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a strong spatial fluctuation came.

"Wait, it looks like someone's coming!"

Chu Ming stopped what he was doing, looked in one direction, and looked curious.

Within the Abyss of Evil.

Besides their team, there were other people who came in too?

Could it be a necromancer sent by President Han Ji?

soon.

The air ahead distorted, and a silver spatial vortex appeared.

Followed by.

A middle-aged man fell from the whirlpool.

Upon seeing this figure.

Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou both exclaimed in surprise, "Boss Zhan Kong! Instructor Zhan Kong?"

Zhan Kong surveyed the area, confirming that the sacrifice was over. Looking at Chu Ming and the others, he said in surprise, "I sensed someone had initiated an evil sacrifice here earlier. The remains of the ancient king seem to have awakened."

"What's going on here?!"

Seeing that Chu Ming, Mo Fan, and the others were still normal people and did not have the decaying resentment of the ancient king, Zhan Kong looked at Mo Fan and asked again.

Mo Fan glanced at Chu Ming, his expression somewhat strange.

To be honest, he still doesn't understand what exactly happened.

But Chu Ming firmly stated that the undead crisis had been resolved, and they would know when they got back.

"In short, the calamity in the ancient capital is over, and Chu Ming's contracted beast... well, it's a bit outrageous, and I can't explain it clearly in a short time."

Seeing that Mo Fan's explanation was vague and only briefly mentioned something related to Chu Ming, Zhan Kong looked at Chu Ming with a blank expression for a few moments, then asked suspiciously, "Mo Fan, are you sure you're not just making this up?"

"Hey, do you think I'm that kind of person?" Mo Fan said helplessly, spreading his hands. "Boss Zhan Kong, let's go outside and talk."

……

the other side.

In the ancient capital.

As the undead legion receded into the distance like a black tide, a roar and a cathartic outburst erupted within the city.

"We survived...we survived!!"

"The dead have vanished! All the dead have disappeared!!"

The sky was overcast, and the rain was still falling.

But none of that matters anymore.

The city was saved, and they survived!

On the city wall, countless mages collapsed to the ground with joy on their faces.

This battle to defend the ancient capital had almost completely exhausted their physical strength.

In fact, after learning that the Kunming well water had been used up.

They were prepared to die.

But I never expected this.

This final, desperate moment.

Has the undead army retreated?

They all survived!

After a brief period of calm.

They looked up at the sky, laughing and crying as if they had been reborn from the ashes, letting the rain pelt their faces, feeling even the cold rain was scalding hot.

Finally, as if completely exhausted, they leaned on each other, gazing at the sunlight on the horizon with smiles on their lips.

Inside the shelter.

Upon receiving the news, the civilians felt a huge weight lifted from their hearts, and they wept with joy, embracing each other tightly, whether they knew each other or not.

The undead catastrophe is over!

……

"How is this possible? How could such a grand celebration end like this??"

At this moment, Mu He, the Grand Steward of Hujin, who was imprisoned in the clock tower, stared wide-eyed, his face contorted in pain.

I can't accept this reality.

The Ceremony of the Dead has ended.

Then his soul would never be able to transcend.

He will eventually fall into the same cursed furnace as the black monsters, tormented, ugly, and in agony for all eternity!

"Da da..."

The sound of heels tapping on the ancient stone steps.

It seemed that two people walked up together.

Mu He heard one of the familiar footsteps and didn't dare to breathe.

Soon, a man's voice came out.

"We failed, it's all over... No matter what, there are some things I've wanted to tell you for a long time... I know I may not be good enough for you. Ten years have passed, and I'm still just an ordinary Guardian Mage... But for the past ten years, you've always been the most perfect woman in my heart!" a man said with utmost seriousness.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Is that all you wanted to say?" the woman asked coldly.

"Yes, I hope you understand my feelings," the man said sincerely.

"Normally, I would accept anyone who is willing to submit to me, but unfortunately, this is the worst time of my life..." A hint of coldness crept into the woman's voice.

next moment.

"ah!!"

The man's voice turned into a painful scream.

A second later, everything returned to calm.

I heard footsteps approaching slowly.

Mu He trembled all over, wanting to kneel on the ground, but he couldn't do it at all. He could only stammer, "Lord Salang!"

The woman's right hand, dripping with blood, half-clutched a vibrant heart. She stared coldly at Mu He, who hung on the clock tower, and said, "My grand ceremony is over. Now it's your turn!"

"No, no, please..."

"Ahhh—"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Then came the cold-blooded punishment.

The clock tower suddenly fell silent.

The "tap-tap" of footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.

……

……

a few days later.

One helicopter after another circled over the ancient capital, delivering supplies to the city.

This fight against the undead calamity was difficult.

However, thanks to the all-out efforts of all the mages, only the outer areas of the city became battlefields, thus ensuring the safety of the people to the greatest extent possible.

As the barrier was released...

Earth-based builders began repairing the outer city area.

The atmosphere of life in the ancient capital is slowly beginning to recover.

A small portion of the work involved repairing machinery, while the majority was being carried out by builders led by earth-elemental mages.

Within a radius of several kilometers inside and outside the city, bridges, roads, streets, and houses were rebuilt...

The pace of urban reconstruction is not as slow as one might imagine.

Not only can it restore the original appearance, it can even enlarge it.

at the same time.

The Clock Tower conference hall also began to summarize the disaster.

On the conference table.

Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Lu Huan, Yao Ting, Zhan Kong, and the others listened to Chu Ming and Mo Fan's experiences in the Abyss of Evil.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

He looked incredulous.

"So... the ancient king's cursed armor was absorbed by Chu Ming's contracted beast, and even evolved with the armor's power??"

"Then, Chu Ming sat on the Blood Throne, gained the approval of the Ancient King, and thereby gained control over the undead army?"

"Finally, were mandatory orders issued to the deceased rulers through their soul imprints?"

"Chu Ming, why don't you ask your family if your ancestors were a branch of the ancient king's bloodline... Otherwise, this doesn't make sense!" Zhu Meng murmured.

"Could it be that the ancient king still retains a sliver of consciousness, and this calamity is a way to select a successor?" Lu Huan thought of a possibility.

(End of this chapter)