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"You think you're a god just because you caused a calamity at the Ancient Capital? Didn't you fail to destroy the entire city in the end?" the Cold Prince said with a twisted face.
"I'm the strongest Red Cardinal. I'll show the whole world who the real ruler of death is!"
The Cold Prince went berserk. His eyes were fixed on the magnificent wall that was blocking his path of death. If it weren't for it, the North Valley would have been littered with corpses and vengeful spirits by now. They would all serve as the Cold Prince's power to rule the place. He strongly believed he would do a better job than Salan. Not a single person in the North Valley would be left alive!
If Salan could kill a million people, he, the Cold Prince, could kill ten million!
"You will all be buried with her!" The Cold Prince's robe began to react strangely.
Those faces were clearly clothes, paintings, and accessories, but they came to life one by one. They showed different emotions of pain, hatred, anger, resentment, sadness, despair …
Every face displayed these painful emotions to the extreme.
When a person's emotions were extreme, they would feel like they were going to turn into a mindless beast at any second. It was extremely terrifying.
Similarly, the faces were the same. They were hanging on the Cold Prince's robe. They were displaying their hatred toward the world, as if they were going to destroy everything in their path!
"Die, all of you!" The Cold Prince's robe drifted evilly in the wind.
At the same time, the faces of extreme pain turned into ferocious spirits and surged toward the Northguard Fortress like a huge cloud of dust.
Their piercing cries echoed in the pitch-black sky. These spirits of pain were not restricted by the Realm of the Heavens. They did not seem to have any weight to begin with.
They flew to the Northguard Fortress. Every time they penetrated a Battlemage's body, the Battlemage's face would show the same look of agony, as if someone had suddenly unleashed all the hatred they had accumulated in their life. It was accumulating on the Battlemage's body, trying to destroy his mental world!
Even though the painful memories belonged to someone else, everyone could feel how terrifying it was. Cries of agony broke out in the Northguard Fortress. Many Battlemages were infected by the pain. A few soldiers even lost their minds and jumped off the Great Wall on their own.
As soon as they jumped, the densely packed undead below began to scramble for them. Before they even landed on the ground, nothing was left of them.
"No, don't kill my people, let them go, let them go, my daughter Qiqige …" a Battlemage cried out in agony, as if he had fallen into a dream.
He kept backing away, and had already reached the edge of the city. Just as he was about to fall into the abyss of undead, Zhao Manyan quickly rushed forward and pulled the Battlemage back.
"I'll die, let me die, please don't hurt them, please don't hurt them!" The Battlemage was bewitched. He was uttering the same words as the old herdsman.
Zhao Manyan and Ling Ling stared at the Battlemage in astonishment. It took them quite some time to collect their thoughts.
They had witnessed the old herdsman's condition before. If it wasn't for his young face, they would have thought he was the old herdsman who had lost his mind.
"What's going on? Could it be that the old herdsman's soul has Possessed him? The problem is, the old herdsman isn't dead!" Zhao Manyan said.
The pain spread rapidly to the people of the Northguard Fortress like a plague. It felt like every one of them was carrying someone's unforgettable memory, and they were experiencing despair from the memory.
"Could it be that the evil belief is real?" Ling Ling wondered.
"What evil belief?" Zhao Manyan asked with a confused face.
"Rumors say that some ancient deities obtain their power through the respect, worship, and worship of other tribes. The more people worship them, the stronger their power will be. As a matter of fact, it's the same for our ancient Totem Beasts. In other words, if hatred, anger, and fear are united, they will also produce a kind of Evil Power of Faith, and give the Evil God power. The stronger the emotion, the more powerful the Evil God's Evil Power of Faith will be! "Lingling said.
"Is it related to the Curse?" Zhao Manyan asked.
"I think so. The positive belief should be the power of blessing, while the evil belief should be the power of the Curse. However, it's hard to imagine that someone is actually able to gather the power of the Curse and turn it into power! "Ling Ling said.
"We can't kill these vengeful spirits, and we can't stop them either. What should we do!?" Ye Hong was at a loss of what to do.
Those with higher cultivation were able to resist the invasion of the vengeful spirits, but the rest of the Mages were in trouble. A huge group of Mages was about to break down in just a short period of time. Even they would not be able to withstand the pain, let alone being killed by the people of the Black Vatican. They would jump off the Great Wall themselves!
"We have to find the entity with the evil belief … that person must be the Cold Prince," Ling Ling said.
"How are we supposed to find him? A Red Cardinal would never reveal his identity. Are we really going to die?" Ye Hong said. …
Bin Wei stood in the Beacon Tower. Her face was extremely pale. She felt like she was about to run out of energy.
The walls were unable to stop the Sphinx's attacks, and the people defending the walls were struggling to fend off the Black Vatican's attacks, too. It was only a matter of time before the line of defense collapsed. It all depended on how much time they could buy.
Every extra minute could save the lives of an entire village. It was the reason why Bin Wei had not allowed herself to fall!
"We have no idea where the Cold Prince is hiding. The Cold Prince is a lot scarier than we thought. The evil belief …" the Prophet was utterly helpless.
"We've tried our best. If we didn't do this, not many people in the North Valley would have made it to Feihuang City alive. At least half of them have made it to Feihuang City," Bin Wei's adjutant sighed.
"Damn it, we could have held on a little longer if we could find the Contractor!" Zhao Manyan grumbled in frustration.
They knew they had no chance of fending off the army of undead. Any grand plan would not stand a chance in front of absolute strength. All they needed to do was buy some time for the people of the North Valley to evacuate to Feihuang City.
The magnificent wall was going to fall eventually, but it was happening sooner than they had expected …
"Wu! Wu! Wu! Wu!"
While everyone was in despair, the Wraiths of Pain scattered around the Magic Fire Beacons suddenly let out a cry. They seemed to have heard a different kind of summoning. They crawled out of the bodies of the innocent people and flew toward a certain place in the sea of Underworld soldiers!
The Battlemages quickly collected their thoughts. Their eyes were still filled with confusion, as if they had not suffered any serious injuries.
"What's going on?" Ye Hong asked.
"The Pain Wraiths have flown away. They seem to be heading toward an Underworld Monarch Frog around ten kilometers away," a Mage who was watching from a high vantage point said.
"Could the Cold Prince be there?" Zhao Manyan blurted out in surprise. However, the surprise on his face soon disappeared. Did it matter if he knew the Cold Prince was there? Did he really think he could cross the ten kilometers of undead army?
"Look, that blood-red light!" Ling Ling pointed into the distance.
"Blood-red?"
"That light must be the light of magic, but which Element would have such a color?" Ye Hong asked with a confused face.
"It's able to see it clearly from ten kilometers away. How strong is the light of magic!?"
It was clearly the light of magic, yet no one could tell what Element it was. The evil light was so eye-catching and imperious even though it was ten thousand kilometers away from the army of undead!
The Prophet's eyes widened as he stared into the distance.
He had seen it before. Back when the Mountain Zombie had jumped above the barrier of the Ancient Capital, a man with a blood-red light had knocked the Mountain Zombie back with brute force, buying the Ancient Capital some time to survive!
"It's Mofan, it's Mofan!" the Prophet blurted out in excitement.
It was a pure, dark energy, yet it brought them a sense of security that they had never felt before. It did not matter what kind of power it was. It was all about the heart of the user, whether it was corrupted, rotten, twisted, or sincere and passionate, like Mofan!
Fierce flames surged in all directions ten kilometers away. The dark world was suddenly filled with scorching flames. The color of the flames was the combination of the Ardent Sunset and reddish-brown that Zhao Manyan and Ling Ling were extremely familiar with. However, despite the great distance, they could still sense that the demon flames were a lot stronger than usual!
The heatwave was so hot that even the army of the Underworld might not be able to stop it. The unbelievably high temperature even made the Magic Fire Beacon Pillars brighter and burn more firmly!
The Sphinx, who was frantically attacking the Great Wall, seemed to have smelled danger behind it. It turned around and roared at the Great Wall.
About seven kilometers northwest of the city wall, Scorpion Lord Medusa, whose head was covered in snakes, did not continue forward. Instead, she turned her head to where the demonic flames were. The snakes on her head turned ferocious and vigilant. They all faced the demonic flames and hissed.
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