Versatile Mage: Demon Panel, unlimited alchemy

"He actually left directly with the undead army!"

"Then what's the point of us preventing him from waking up?"

A group of super mages who were ready for a last-ditch battle looked at the departed ancient king and the vanished empire of the undead in disbelief.

"Although I don't know why the ancient king who resurrected in the world gave up the ancient capital that was within easy reach, but at least we all survived, and the ancient capital also survived!" Han Ji said with emotion.

"Having said that, I feel a little aggrieved when I think that our survival may be due to the other party's pity and contempt!" Zhu Meng sighed.

"Ancient King!"

The moment Mo Fan, the flame wolf soul demon, looked at the 'Ancient King', he felt that the fighting demon power in his body was completely suppressed, and it was extremely difficult to use every force.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his whole body, and every demonic cell in his body was telling him to run away. There was like a wall of desperate sighs between him and the ancient king.

Zhan Kong also woke up at this time. He patted the pale Mo Fan and left without saying a word.

"We...where are we??" Zhang Xiaohou woke up and shook his groggy head vigorously.

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

Han Lan also pretended to wake up. He looked at the corpse on the mountain that was getting further away. To be precise, it was the figure above it. This trip to the ancient capital was complete.

The Evil Armor Emperor's robe can be worn on anyone. After the Skeleton Eater Demon was successfully promoted to the orthodox emperor, it was like a divine help for his next plans.

Zhan Kong did not die either. Even such super-level mages survived. Moreover, because Primordial Groudon held back the three most powerful undead monarchs, the high-level guard mage group and the mid-level mage group also suffered almost no casualties. .

Some people with missing arms, legs, and depleted magic energy were quickly sent for treatment.

At the same time, the original Groudon's sky-high beast body flowing with molten flames slowly disappeared from everyone's sight, turned around and was slowly absorbed by the "dimensional rift".

At the end of the battle, a group of shadow-eating soldiers led by Swamp Poison Thousand Centipede also slowly entered the "Shadow Crack" and left the magic plane.

On the bell tower, Hujin Archdeacon Mu He, whose eyes almost popped out, was still hanging on the weathered ancient clock.

The whole city celebrated, but he was the only one with an expression that was uglier than a dead M.

Why did the ancient king who had been sleeping for more than two thousand years not occupy the boundless territory that originally belonged to him after waking up? Why did he turn around and leave without warning?

If he died midway through the ceremony and became a joke, his soul would fall into the same cursed purgatory as the black beasts and suffer the pain of sinking forever.

"Ta, ta, ta..."

Suddenly, the crisp sound of heels tapping on the stone steps rang out in front of the empty bell tower. A mask of pain appeared on Mu He's face. He could already predict his next ending.

Just like the plot of the original work, the imperial guard mage Zuo Feng made an appointment to confess his love to Ling Xi (Sa Lang) in the bell tower, but was ruthlessly rejected by the latter.

Just when Zuo Feng felt regretful, Salang, who was in a bad mood, was already ready to take action.

"Mind Control - Void Claw!"

Han Lan, who was hiding in the dark, took action decisively. After pulling Zuo Feng to his side and knocking him unconscious, the Qingzhou Void Wing behind him quietly blocked the surrounding space nodes.

When Salang saw Han Lan appearing here, Dai frowned.

"Han Lan, what do you mean?" Salan asked "confused".

"Excuse me, should I call you Elder Lingxi? Or Auntie Ye Chang, or - Archbishop Salang?" Han Lan said while looking at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Ye Chang, how long has it been since she heard this name? It was so long that she forgot about it, ten years, or even longer!

Salan's pupils shrank when she heard this. After realizing that her current emotions were somewhat out of her control, she activated the space teleportation scroll hidden under her robe without any hesitation.

As she was personally in charge of the ancient capital's God Conferring Ceremony, she had certainly prepared multiple backup plans, so that even if she failed or even her identity was exposed, she would still have room for maneuver.

But the space around Han Lan was filled with fluctuations. The Skeleton-eating Demon in black armor quietly appeared beside him, and the terrifying imperial aura of the endless abyss exerted all its pressure on Salan.

Salan's body wrapped in blue silk felt like it was being struck by lightning, and every inch of his body's bones made an overwhelming crunching sound. Even Xingzi in the sea of ​​​​spirit fell into a state of chaos.

"You can't escape. All the surrounding space nodes have been blocked by me!" Han Lan's voice rang in her ears.

"Bone Demon."

Han Lan transmitted a spiritual command to the Bone-Eating Demon beside him. The latter nodded, and a large translucent lock exuding chaotic colors condensed in his palm, and instantly poured into Ye Chang's body and merged into her soul. middle.

Then the Skeleton-Eating Demon turned the control of the Chaos Lock into a Chaos Key and handed it to Han Lan.

From now on, as long as Han Lan has a thought, she can control everything about Sa Long anytime, anywhere, whether it is her soul, spiritual will, or her mature black version of life.

"I still need a black glove. Aunt Ye Chang, please follow me from now on." Han Lan said.

"Hmph." Ye Chang snorted coldly, obviously still a little unconvinced.

"I appreciate your means and courage, but that doesn't mean you are qualified to act arrogantly in front of me. If you behave well around me, I can consider providing some support for your revenge plan.

But if you dissatisfy me, I don't mind changing to a black glove. "

Han Lan saw that Ye Chang was a little unsure of her proper attitude, so he started to beat her.

"My subordinate knows, Master Han Lan~, I wonder what my subordinate is doing?" Ye Chang said in a deliberately charming way.

"You clean up the tail of the forces in the ancient capital, and then I need manpower for my next plan. You can stay in my little world for a while." Han Lan ordered.

"Okay, Master Han Lan~."

Han Lan, "."

When Han Lan left, Mu He's heart-rending screams of pain could be heard from the bell tower.

The extremely miserable screams echoed in the ancient bell tower, and a torn soul gradually disappeared into the world.

Under the bell tower is the carnival of people in the ancient capital, singing and dancing. It looks more like a vibrant human festival.

As the tide of undead recedes, all parties can finally send in support.

Countless helicopters hovered over the inner city, frequently delivering countless supplies to the city, and a large number of construction engineers began to rebuild the city in two shifts.

And the people from out of town who have no place to live for the time being are perfectly placed in temporarily built houses.

The high walls protect everyone, which at least seems safer.

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