"We survived...we survived!!"

"Let's go, all are gone, there are no undead, there are not a single one!!"

"We won, we won!!"

A burst of cheer suddenly surged in the city. The light of dawn was already extremely bright, the dark clouds were still there, and the rain was still there, but all this was not important. As long as the army of undead was no longer, the city would be saved and they would survive!!

On the city wall, countless mages collapsed on the ground. This catastrophe squeezed all the potential of their bodies. They were ready to die, but they did not expect to survive until they are still alive and witness the scene of the tide of the dead fading away!!

Unbelievable, even themselves.

That feeling is no less than the storm that is about to pass through the throat, and the rain will make everything rise. Suddenly, the black tide fades away, fades under my feet, and returns to the small island I am stepping on...

I don’t know how many people fell to the sky and let the rain fall on their faces. The cold rain is hot and cannot destroy their inner excitement and joy!!

How many people hugged each other tightly, and cried after surviving in desperate situations, they knew each other, they didn’t know each other…

Some of the mages who were still in the outer city had returned, while others stood in the empty ruins of debris, and it took them a long time to wake up.

Mo Fan was still standing on the tilted signal tower, staring at the north.

The sacrifice pattern had disappeared from him, and his long silver upside down hair returned to his original black drooping on his face. The violent flames and lightning were retracted to the depths of his soul. The battle was over, and the demon in the depths of his soul should fall asleep, otherwise his young life would suddenly turn into an old man's body.

"We...where are we?" Zhang Xiaohou woke up first, shaking his drowsy head hard.

Soon he saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the iron tower, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and hugged Mo Fan with excitement.

Mo Fan had not fully recovered from the cold blood brought by the demon, but when he saw Zhang Xiaohou crying like a silly brother, he couldn't help but pat his head.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohou calmed down and saw Mo Fan staring at him from the north, so he asked, "Did you see it?"

"He's actually always there, right?" Mo Fan asked slowly.

There are too many things that cannot be explained in this catastrophe, and it seems that someone is secretly fighting against the Black Holy See.

However, Mo Fan never saw him until that moment...

"Well, he has been there all the time." Zhang Xiaohou turned around and looked at the city celebrating. Countless people were surrounding Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and mysterious gray-white people who returned to the inner city.

In fact, Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious gray-white people have never seen Zhan Kong, nor have they recognized who the person wearing the armor robe.

"Is he dead?" Mo Fan asked.

The moment Zhan Kong turned around, Mo Fan felt that the air was so sad that it was blocked in his throat, making it impossible for him to say countless things he wanted to say.

Even if Zhang Xiaohou did not describe it, Mo Fan calmed down could understand what happened at the altar. But he left like this. Is this person he has always admired the most still alive? Is it the ancient king or the sword?

For some reason, Mo Fan's mind was full of the past scenes at this moment. He remembered the extremely difficult task given to everyone in his training. He remembered the situation where he was very unparalleled in the Mu Manor to become sworn brothers. The most unforgettable thing was the scene where he flew towards Changtian and led ten kids to kill the Winged Canglang!

When he was in a dilemma in Jinlin Huangcheng, he flew thousands of miles to rescue him.

He is the instructor during his training, but he is more like a teacher on the road of magic. He did not teach himself any magic, but told himself with his actions what a man who stands tall and upright is!

"Fortunately, we should not have disappointed him this time with the Black Holy See." Mo Fan sighed and took his eyes back from the north.

"Yeah!" Zhang Xiaohou nodded heavily.

Both of them were students who were killed by the head instructor, and they have always been.

This city may never know who the person who made all this fade away, but they will definitely remember it in their hearts.

The Black Holy See, they were in charge of every step and had a huge conspiracy, but they would never have thought that the leader of the Bocheng Army who had never taken it seriously was the one who really ruined their ceremony.

A place for preview?

The heinous crimes they committed in Bocheng have cultivated people like Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Xu Zhaoting, and Zhan Kong who would not even fight against their lives whenever they heard their black church names.

What the Black Holy See brings to the world is fear and death, and what they have come out of disaster is only an unextinguished anger!

A small city of Bo can still give birth to so many people. An ancient capital with thousands of years of heritage will surely give birth to more brave people. The people in the Black Holy See are afraid of the world, and no matter how high the madness of the world is, they will definitely not be as determined by these people to eradicate the Black Holy See!!

The seeds have been planted, and they are watered with heartbreaking tears for their loved ones...

It will inevitably explode in the future!

...

...

On the bell tower, the eyeballs were already protruding from the eye sockets. Mu He, the deacon of Hujin, who could not believe this scene, was still hanging in the wind and rain.

The city was celebrated, but he looked even worse than death.

The ceremony is gone, then the world he is about to go to is no longer a paradise. His soul will fall into the same curse boiler as the black beast demons, and will be ugly, painful, and enslaved forever!!

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

The sound of the heels hit the ancient stone stairs, and the bell tower was now empty. Mu He heard the footsteps and did not dare to breathe.

However, it seems that two people walked up together.

"What did you ask me to do here?" A woman's voice came out.

"There are no people here now. I originally thought we would all die... No matter what, I want to say something to you for a long time. It was about ten years ago when we first met here, when you were just a hunter master. I know that I may not be worthy of you, and I have been just an ordinary guardian mage for ten years... But for the past ten years, you have been the most perfect woman in my heart!" A man's voice came from the side.

"What are you talking about?" The woman's voice was a little cold.

"Yes, I don't expect you to accept it, but I hope you can understand my intentions." The man said seriously.

"If it were normal, I would accept everyone who was willing to surrender to me, but unfortunately you said these useless nonsense to me when I was in the worst mood. I didn't accept my heart, but I accepted my heart." The woman said.

"What did you say...ahhhhhh!" The man's voice turned into a painful dullness in his voice.

The bell tower suddenly became silent and could not hear any sound.
Chapter completed!