Mo Fan glanced at the sky. His heart seemed to have sunk along with the gradually approaching dusk.
It turned out that the sky was turning dark again.
The undead had shown up during the day because of the Dew of Nine Serenities, but the truth was that the day was still a hindrance to them. Once night fell, the undead would become even more violent!
But why did Mu He say that the city was not going to survive the night?
The safety barrier had gathered the power of countless Magicians. Even if the Ruler-level Undead Creature attacked at full force, the golden barrier should still be able to hold on for a few days!
Did that mean the Black Vatican was going to carry out their plan tonight?
What kind of plan was that? Even a creature as strong as the Mountain Zombie would have powerful Magicians like Han Ji and Lu Huan to deal with. Even if there were Flesh Mound Corpse Officials and other powerful undead, there were still Imperial Magicians standing guard at the inner walls, protecting the city with their magic.
Destroying the inner city in a single night?
Impossible, unless Emperor Qin Ying Zheng came back to life immediately, and his strength had surpassed the Ruler-level!
Would it be possible for an emperor who had been dead for so many years to still possess such outstanding strength?
"You've lured me out because you want to know who Salan is. As a matter of fact, I've come to see you because I need your help," said Mu He slowly.
"Do you think I'm going to help you?" said Mo Fan.
"Whatever, you can ask Mubai to send a message to me. I'll need your help to send a message to that old man Han Ji, too. Oh, about the Geyser Spring, I bet you don't have one. Besides, as I said, once the sky turns dark, the Geyser Spring will be useless. The city won't be able to survive until the next dawn, "said Mu He.
A gust of cold wind mixed with rain swept past. Mo Fan was having a hard time seeing Mu He's figure.
Mo Fan's heart sank to the bottom after hearing Mu He's words. It seemed like it was meaningless even if he knew Great Deacon Hu Jin was Mu He. Mu He was not afraid at all. Mo Fan even believed that the man would not tell him who Salan was, considering how crazy and fanatical he was!
He had only lured Mo Fan out, and Mu He was just going with the flow. What was the message he needed from Mo Fan?
Negotiation?
The Black Vatican wants to negotiate with the Magic Association?
Now that the Black Vatican had the upper hand and dragged countless people into hell, the entire inner city was surrounded by an ocean of undead creatures. So, what exactly did they want to negotiate?
Could it be that they already knew about the beheading plan?
They wanted to save Salan!
"You want to save Salan?" Mofan asked coldly.
"You're pretty smart. That's right, we want to save Lord Salan. Unfortunately, Han Ji seems to have decided to kill ten people by mistake and not let a single one go. This kind of crazy method really makes us shudder. I have to say, that guy used this trick very well. We cannot let Lord Salan die. I need you to send a message to Han Ji. Help me tell him to cancel the decapitation plan, and we will give this city a sliver of hope … Otherwise, when our Lord Salan dies, it won't be those innocent high-ranking officials who will die with him. It will be this entire city of a million people. These people won't survive until the next dawn!! "Mu He's voice was as cold as the wind.
A million people were buried with him!!
Mofan's heart skipped a beat as soon as he finished the sentence.
For some reason, he believed that the Black Vatican was actually capable of doing it!
"Do you think Han Ji is willing to negotiate with you? You've already killed so many people. Why would they believe your conditions?" Mofan said.
"They will, because I'll tell you the location of the Qin Emperor's tomb …" Mu He said confidently.
Mu He wore the same disdainful smile when he saw Mofan's hesitation. He continued without waiting for his reply, "Mofan, Mofan, in front of the enormous Vatican, in front of this great historical ceremony, you're only playing the role of a messenger. You don't have any other choice. Just be honest and tell me the message. Otherwise, this last sliver of hope will be destroyed in your hands! "
Mu He's tone was commanding, as if everything was under his control.
Mofan did not act arrogantly. The number of hostages they had was too huge!
Most importantly, the bargaining chip they were offering was the location of the Ancient King's tomb!
…
Under the giant clock of the Clock Tower Magic Association, Mofan, Han Ji, the mysterious man, Zhang Xiaohou, Zhou Ming, Mubai, Fang Gu, and the others were standing there. In addition to them, the Imperial Guards Captain Wang Qi, the Head of the Enforcement Union, Shi Zheng, Commander Yao Ting, and Elder Chu Jia of the Hunter Union were all gathered under the clock.
The Imperial Magicians in purple outfits stood in rows in an imperious manner.
The Imperial Magicians were all under Han Ji's command. As such, the person in charge of the Magic Association was the president of the Magic Association, Han Ji.
The captain of the Imperial Guards, Lu Huan, did not show up. He had to stay at his post. After all, the Nether Bone Ruler was already attacking the golden barrier.
As a matter of fact, the Mountain Zombie was approaching too. It would soon reach the forbidden area.
Once the Mountain Zombie got close enough, the Decapitation Plan would be executed. The authorities that were under house arrest would lose their lives too.
"He's here. How arrogant, wearing a blue deacon's coat right away!" The presiding judge, Shi Zheng, looked down and saw a person wearing a blue windbreaker slowly walking up from the top of the clock tower.
He was all by himself.
However, everyone clearly knew that he was holding the lives of millions of people in his hands!
Mu He had come as promised. He did not even bother to wear a mask.
Since such a grand ceremony had already taken place, all disguises were meaningless. He, Mu He, could finally show his true face to the people. He even enjoyed the moment when he took off his mask and became the God of Death that everyone was afraid of.
He walked up the stairs. The Imperial Magicians were all around him. They could easily turn the Great Deacon of the Black Vatican into ashes in an instant. However, before Han Ji gave the order, no one dared to act recklessly.
"Did you bring Zhang Xiaohou?" Mu He walked up to the crowd with a mocking grin.
Zhang Xiaohou was standing beside Han Ji. The mysterious man was also staring at Mu He coldly.
Perhaps they both thought the scene was ridiculous. An unpardonable criminal was right in front of them, yet they could not execute him right away. They were so desperate that they had to negotiate with the people of the Black Vatican.
Mu He glanced at Zhang Xiaohou and said, "My Amnesia Bug has consumed a part of his memory. As a matter of fact, if he were to remember everything, he would be dead before he could utter a single word. I'll tell you the location of Emperor Qin Ying Zheng's tomb. You can verify it with him after he consumes the antidote, and tell if I'm telling the truth. Of course, that's only if you release the innocent Councilmen, Elders, and Generals. "
Mu He purposely used a strange tone when he mentioned the word 'innocent', as if he was pitying the people who were being slaughtered!
The Magic Association had the highest authority in judging and executing people. They had never been forced into such a desperate situation before. They had seriously underestimated the power of the Black Vatican. It was a huge mistake!
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