Chapter 699 The Most Admired Person

"We survived...we survived!!"

"It's gone, it's all gone, there are no undead, not even one!!"

"We won, we won!!"

Suddenly there was a wave of cheers in the city, the light of dawn was already extremely bright, the dark clouds were still there, and the rain was still there, but none of this mattered anymore, as long as the undead army was gone, the city would be saved and they would be alive come down! !

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 didn't expect that they were still alive and witnessed the scene of the tide of undead fading with their own eyes! !

It's unbelievable, even they themselves can't believe it.

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

I don’t know how many people fell on their backs, even if the rain fell on their faces, the cold rain was still scalding hot, and it couldn’t quench the excitement and joy in their hearts! !

How many people embraced each other tightly, and cried aloud after being rescued from a desperate situation, those who knew each other, those who didn't...

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

Mo Fan was still standing on the tilted signal tower, his eyes fixed on the north.

The sacrificial patterns all over his body have disappeared from his body, and the long silver upside-down hair has returned to its original black color drooping on his face. The violent flames and lightning have returned to the depths of his soul. The battle is over, and the devil in the depths of his soul is also It's time to go to sleep, otherwise my young life will suddenly turn into the shell of an old man.

"We... where are we??" Zhang Xiaohou was the first to wake up, shaking his drowsy head vigorously.

Soon he saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the iron tower, his face was ecstatic, and he hugged Mo Fan, excitedly speaking incoherently.

Mo Fan hadn't fully recovered from the cold blood brought by the devil, but seeing Zhang Xiaohou crying like a silly brother, he couldn't help but pat him on the head.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohou calmed down. Seeing Mo Fan staring at! North, he asked, "Did you see it?"

"He's always been there,

Is it right? " Mo Fan asked slowly.

In this catastrophe, there are still too many things that cannot be explained, and it seems that someone is secretly fighting against the Black Vatican.

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

"Well, he's always been there." Zhang Xiaohou looked back at the city that was celebrating, and countless people were surrounding Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious gray-white man who had returned to the inner city.

In fact, none of Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious gray-white man had ever seen Zhan Kong, nor did they recognize who was wearing the armored robe.

"Is he dead?" Mo Fan asked.

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

Even if Zhang Xiaohou didn't describe it, the calm Mo Fan could understand what happened at the altar, but he just left. Is the person he admired the most still alive? Is it the ancient king or Zhankong?

I don't know why, Mo Fan's mind is full of past images at the moment. He remembered that the chief instructor assigned a very difficult task for everyone in terms of experience, and remembered that he was so unworthy in the Mu's Manor that he wanted to be sworn brothers with him. The most memorable scene was the scene where he flew to Changtian and led ten cadres to kill the Wing Canglang!

When he was in trouble in the deserted city of Jinlin, he was also the one who flew all the way to rescue him.

He was the instructor during the experience, but he was more like a teacher on his own path of magic. He didn't teach himself any magic, but he used actions to tell himself what an indomitable man is!

"Fortunately, we should not have disappointed him in this bloody battle with the Black Vatican." Mo Fan sighed and turned his gaze back from the north.

"En!" Zhang Xiaohou nodded heavily.

Both of them are students of Chief Instructor Zhan Kong, and have always been.

The city may never know who made it all fade away, but they will.

As for the Black Vatican, they planned every step of the way and plotted against the sky, but they would never have imagined that the one who really ruined their grand ceremony was the leader of the Bo City military department who had never taken it seriously.

The place of the rehearsal?

The heinous crimes they committed in Bo City have cultivated people like Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Xu Zhaoting, and Zhan Kong who will not even fight madly when they hear the name of their Black Vatican.

What the Black Vatican brought to the world was fear and death, but what brought them out of the disaster was only the anger that would never be extinguished!

A small Bo city can still give birth to so many people, and an ancient capital with thousands of years of experience will definitely breed more brave men. No matter how crazy the people of the Black Vatican are in chaos, fear of the world, and destruction of the world, it can never compare with the determination of these people to eradicate the Black Vatican! !

The seeds have been planted, watered with heartbroken tears for loved ones...

It is bound to explode in the future!

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On the bell tower, the eyeballs protruded from the sockets, and Mu He, the head deacon of Hujin, who still couldn't believe this scene, was still hanging in the wind and rain.

The whole city celebrated, but he looked uglier than dead.

If the grand ceremony is gone, then the world he is about to go to will no longer be a paradise, his soul will fall into the same cursed boiler as the dark beasts, and he will live forever in ugliness, pain, and slavery! !

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

The sound of heels knocking on the ancient stone stairs, the clock tower was already empty, Mu He heard the footsteps, and dared not breathe.

However, it seems that two people came up together.

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

"There is no one here at this meeting. I thought we were all going to die... Anyway, there are some things I want to tell you for a long time. It was about ten years ago when we met here for the first time. You were just a When I was a master hunter. I know that I may not be good enough for you, and I have been just an ordinary guard mage for ten years... But for ten years, you have always been the most perfect woman in my heart!" A man's voice came from the side.

"Is this what you want to say?" The woman's voice was a little cold.

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

"In normal times, I would accept everyone who is willing to surrender to me, but unfortunately you told me these useless nonsense when I was in the worst mood, I don't accept your heart, I accept it " said the woman.

"What are you talking about... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" The man's voice became painfully dull.

The bell tower was suddenly silent, and no sound could be heard.