"The Dark Abyss is approaching the inner city." Before Mu He could speak, Mo Fan's voice interrupted.
Mo Fan's words stirred up a great storm in the hearts of the crowd, as if their organs were about to explode!
The Dark Abyss was approaching the inner city!
Zhu Meng was the first to react. He recalled the few times the Dark Abyss had shown up.
The first time, it was at the end of the Drifting Sand River, which was to the west of the Ancient Capital, around seven hundred kilometers away.
The second time, it was at Xianchi, which was close to the villages!
The third time, it was thirty kilometers away from the outer city, which was only thirty kilometers away!
And this time, it had appeared right in the middle of the city. Even though the North City had been devoured by the ocean of undead, the Dark Abyss was still approaching!
If the Dark Abyss, which could easily eliminate the Nether Bone Ruler, appeared in the inner city that was filled with millions of refugees …
Zhu Meng shuddered. His eyes widened so much that they were about to explode. He could not imagine what was going to happen!
"The next time the Dark Abyss teleports, it will be the time of your death. It doesn't matter if it's the ordinary people in the city, or you lofty Magicians, you are all going to die, you are all going to die!
"Hahahaha, a grand ceremony. That will be the grandest and most glorious moment of our Holy See's grand ceremony. Our Lord Salan will also welcome this grand ceremony and become a god. Everyone will submit to the feet of Lord Salan, the Death God, and submit to his great wisdom and creation!"
Hu Jin's frenzy was a great contrast to the silence and despair of the Magicians in the clock tower.
The Dark Abyss, so this was the Black Vatican's plan.
No wonder Zhang Xiaohou had seen Mu He near the Dark Abyss. It turned out that they were the ones who had planned everything … Would anyone still think that Salan and his men were just a bunch of mobs after witnessing such a scene?
This Salan was really a God of Death, a God of Darkness who had created death!
Even the word 'cheap' could not be used to describe the value of life in his eyes. A thousand years was nothing more than a venue for a grand ceremony. The army of undead that blotted out the sky was escorting him up the stairs. The despair and death of millions of people in the city and the Supreme Mages of the Magic Association were the brightest red carpet that he could step on as he made his way up the stairs. He was going to ascend the stairs and become a god in one fell swoop. The whole world was going to tremble and submit to his brilliance!
A grand ceremony, a grand ceremony for Salan to be crowned as a God in the Black Vatican!
The Dark Abyss was extremely terrifying, but would it be more terrifying than Salan's heart?
Standing on the clock tower, Great Deacon Hu Jin of the Black Vatican was already praying to the north. The crowd was left speechless by his ridiculous devotion, but the most shocking thing was that Salan, whose heart was as deep as the Dark Abyss, the God of Death who was using the ceremony to announce his name to the world, was right here!
Han Ji regretted it. His dead heart began to regret.
If the Beheading Plan was carried out, the city of a million people would be destroyed, and Salan would be wiped out … the man was utterly terrifying. He was a God of Death through and through!
However, what was the point of regretting now?
The ocean of undead had surrounded the inner city. The Dark Abyss would most likely show up at the center of the inner city before dawn. The little inner city would be devoured by the furnace of Hell, including the people of the city …
Tears rolled down Han Ji's cheeks as he fell to his knees. The genius of the Magic World had turned into a helpless old man.
"Sa … Salan, take whatever you want, but … I, Han Ji, beg … beg you to spare the people of this city," Han Ji's voice was trembling.
The President of the Clock Tower Magic Association, whose Magic was like bubbles, was all he had left. He was begging for mercy.
The authorities stared at Han Ji in disbelief. Han Ji, who had never compromised with the Dark Shadow Faction, was begging for mercy from the Black Vatican, and kneeling before the Red Cardinal Salan. How low was his heart? How mentally unstable was his mind?
The mysterious man stood there with a blank look in his eyes.
It turned out that he had never come into contact with the Black Vatican's real plan. He had lost so badly!
The Ancient King's tomb was under the Dark Abyss.
The Dark Abyss was going to move the space to the inner city. The entire inner city was going to be dragged into the abyss of Hell.
The glimmer of hope was to stop everyone from harboring any hope in their hearts. They had to be prepared to become the blood of the Black Vatican's grand ceremony.
The mysterious white man glanced at the released high-ranking officials. Every high-ranking official had the same despair and stupefied expression as everyone else. However, he knew very well that one of them was laughing wildly in his heart. He was laughing so wildly that it was as if the devil had stomped the entire city under his black iron hoop!
"It's useless, President," the mysterious man slowly lifted Han Ji from the ground.
If Salan really wanted to trample on the dignity and authority of the Magic Association that had been established for thousands of years, he had already done it.
It was just as Great Deacon Hu Jin had said. If Salan wanted to become a God, the God of Death that would astonish the whole world, he would have to hold the grand ceremony and destroy the city.
The grand ceremony had been planned for a long time.
The secrets that the Black Vatican had uncovered were far more than what the Magic Association knew.
They knew the secrets of the villages, the relationship between Bo City and the villages, the secrets of the Dark Abyss, and how to control it …
Waiting for death, were they really going to wait for death?
The mysterious man was supporting Han Ji. He kept glancing at the higher-ups who had been released, but he could not find any flaws in their disguise.
Besides, after knowing that the so-called house arrest was actually a collective execution, would the authorities really surrender without putting up a fight?
Everyone had the desire to live. Even if the Imperial Magicians were to arrest them and execute them, the one who would fight to the death might not necessarily be Salan. Instead, both sides would end up suffering great losses.
As the mysterious man was filled with despair and anger, an Imperial Magician slowly came up to him and handed him a short piece of paper.
The mysterious man opened the paper. His eyes flickered when he saw a symbol that only he could understand on it …
The man had finally brought him news!
The mysterious man quickly read the paper. His expression slowly changed as he read the words on the paper. His hands began to tremble in the end.
Hope, this line of words was the real hope!
The mysterious man immediately fixed his gaze on Fang Gu, Mofan, Zhang Xiaohou, and the others. However, considering that Salan was still among them, he immediately whispered into Han Ji's ear.
Han Ji's hollow eyes flickered with life.
"Are you serious? Can this man be trusted? "asked Han Ji.
"Absolutely!" said the mysterious man confidently!
"But, can they really do it?" said Han Ji.
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