Versatile Mage

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan looked into the sky. His heart followed the sun as it sank into the horizon.

It turned out that the day was already coming to an end…

Even though the undead had remained active in the day due to the Dew of Nine Serenities, the sunlight was still able to slow their pace down. However, once the night came, the undead would only become wilder!

That being said, why did Mu He insist that the city would not be able to last the night?

The safety barrier was equivalent to the combined power of countless Magicians. Even with all the Ruler-level undead attacking it, the golden barrier would still last a few days!

Did that mean that the Black Vatican were proceeding with their plan tonight?

What plan could it be? Magicians like Han Ji and Lu Huan were available to handle creatures as strong as the Mountain Zombie. As for the Flesh Mound Corpse Officials and the rest of the powerful undead, they still had Imperial Magicians to deal with them. They would simply defend the inner walls with their Magic.

The possibility of breaking into the inner city in a single night?

That was impossible, unless the Qin Emperor Ying Zheng was resurrected tonight, and his strength would need to surpass the Ruler-level!

Was it possible for an emperor that had died so many years ago to still possess such formidable power?

“It’s obvious that you’ve lured me here to learn Salan’s identity. The truth is, I’ve come here because I want you to deliver a message, too,” Mu He said calmly.

“Do you think I will listen to you?” said Mo Fan.

“It’s up to you. You used Mu Bai to pass the message to me, so I’ll need your help to pass the message to that old man Han Ji. Oh, as for the Underground Holy Spring, I’m betting that you don’t have it. Besides, I’ve already mentioned it. Once the night arrives, your Underground Holy Spring is completely useless. This city won’t survive until the next dawn,” said Mu Bai.

A cold breeze mixed with the rain swept past. It was harder for Mo Fan to see Mu He clearly.

Mo Fan’s heart had sunk to the bottom when he heard Mu He’s words. It seemed like it was meaningless to find out Great Deacon Hu Jin’s identity. Mu He was completely fearless. Judging from the madness he had displayed, even if they took him down, he would not tell them who Salan was, either!

They had only managed to lure him here, which Mu He took advantage of so he could send a message to Han Ji. What did he want to say to the President of the Magic Association?

-Is he trying to negotiate?

-Is the Black Vatican trying to negotiate with the Magic Association?-

The Black Vatican had the upper hand in the current situation. They had already dragged countless people into Hell after the inner city was surrounded by the ocean of undead. What would they want to negotiate for?

Could it be that they already knew about the plan to execute the authorities?

-They were trying to save Salan!

“You want to save Salan?” asked Mo Fan coldly.

“Aren’t you smart? That’s right, we’re going to save Senior Salan. Unfortunately, it seems like Han Ji has decided to kill all of them, even if it means killing ten innocent people. Even we are quite thrilled by this bold move. I have to admit, that’s a very strong move. We can’t let Senior Salan die like that. I want you to tell Han Ji to stop the plan, and we’ll give this city a glimpse of hope… otherwise, if Senior Salan dies, those authorities won’t be the only ones that will die with him. The whole city will be buried with him. They won’t live until the next dawn!” Mu He’s voice came like a cold gust.

Millions of people would be buried with Salan!

Mo Fan’s heart pounded heavily as soon as he heard the words.

For some reason, he believed that the Black Vatican would actually do something like that!

“Do you think Han Ji is willing to negotiate with you? You’ve already killed too many people. Why would they even trust you?” said Mo Fan.

“Oh, they will believe me, because I’m going to tell them where the imperial tomb of the Qin Emperor is…” said Mu He confidently.

Mu He wore his usual disdainful smile when he saw Mo Fan’s hesitation.” Oh Mo Fan, compared to the great Vatican and this grand festival, you’re nothing but a petty messenger. Stop trying to make a decision here, your job is to deliver the message. Otherwise, the only glimpse of hope will be ruined in your hands!” Mu He said with a commanding voice, as if he had everything under his control.

Mo Fan did not waste his time further. The number of hostages that the Black Vatican was controlling was too overwhelming!

Most importantly, he had offered to give them the location of the Ancient King’s imperial tomb!

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Under the giant clock of the Clock Tower Magic Association, Mo Fan, Han Ji, the mysterious man, Zhang Xiaohou, Zhou Ming, Mu Bai, Fang Gu, and the others waited patiently. In addition to them, Wang Kai, a leader of the Imperial Magicians; Shi Zheng, an elder of the Enforcement Union; and Yao Ting, a commander of the army, and Chu Jia, an elder of the Hunter Union, were present too.

The Imperial Magicians in their purple outfits stood in straight lines majestically.

The Imperial Magicians were all under Han Ji’s command. As such, the president of the Magic Association was the one with the strongest army of Magicians among the crowd.

The captain of the Imperial Magicians was absent. He had to hold his position, as the Nether Bone Ruler was already launching an assault on the golden barrier.

As a matter of fact, the Mountain Zombie was also approaching the inner walls. It would soon arrive at the golden barrier.

Once the Mountain Zombie reached the golden barrier, the plan would be executed, killing all the authorities that were under custody.

“He’s here. He’s actually showing up in the trench coat of a Blue Deacon!” Elder Shi Zheng from the Enforcement Union glanced down from the tower and saw a man in a blue trench coat making his way up.

He had come alone. However, everyone knew that he was holding the lives of millions of people in his hands!

Mu He had arrived as he said he would. He did not even wear a mask.

It was meaningless to keep his disguise now that the grand festival was taking place. He could finally reveal his face to the public. He really enjoyed how the people were looking at him, like he was the God of Death after he took his mask off.

He ascended the stairs. The whole place was full of Imperial Magicians. They could instantly blast the Great Deacon of the Black Vatican into nothing, yet they did not dare to move before Han Ji gave the order.

“Did you bring Zhang Xiaohou?” Mu He walked up to the crowd. His face was wearing a mocking grin.

Zhang Xiaohou was standing beside Han Ji. The mysterious man was staring at Mu He coldly.

Perhaps both Han Ji and the mysterious man were feeling quite ridiculous. The unforgivable criminal was standing right before them, yet they could not afford to sentence him to death right away. They were in such a desperate situation that they were forced to negotiate with the Black Vatican.

Mu He glanced at Zhang Xiaohou and said, “My Amnesia Bug has already eaten a part of his memory. The truth is, if he fully recovered his memory, he would die before he could speak a word. I will tell you the location of the Qin Emperor’s imperial tomb, and you can verify it with him once he takes the antidote. Of course, you’ll have to release the innocent Councilmen, Elders, and Commanders first.”

Mu He purposely said the word ‘innocent’ in a strange tone, as if he was feeling pity for the innocent people who were close to being killed!

The Magic Association was entrusted with the judicial authority and the right to sentence someone to death. However, it had never been forced into a corner like this. They had completely underestimated the Black Vatican, resulting in a terrible mistake!

Now, it seemed like the Black Vatican had purposely come to torture the Magic Association. The man had turned up with a swagger. It simply felt like he was slapping them right in their faces!