stjorthotic Chapter 103 The Man in the Mural
Chapter 103 The Man in the Mural
Chapter 103 The Man in the Mural
In the group, only one man with brown hair stared blankly eastward.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"What are you doing? Are you looking to die?"
Seeing that the team member with brown hair seemed to be in a daze, the captain roared.
Losing focus on the battlefield is a major taboo!
The man with tea-colored hair remained unmoved by the roar, pointed eastward, and said in a trembling voice, "It's already dawn."
"Whoosh!"
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp bone sword slashed across his neck.
Until his death, the tea-haired man never understood why.
As dawn breaks, why don't these spirits retreat back to their filthy, foul-smelling dens?
Are you so attached to the territory of the living?
His last words before he died led everyone to discover this bizarre scene.
That glimmer of hope, however, became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Exhausted and disheartened, the group glanced at the sky with a hint of resentment.
"Ugh~~~"
The skeletons showed no mercy, rushing towards the surrendered crowd as if they were starving people seeing delicious food.
"what!"
"what!"
"what!"
Screams echoed from the city walls amidst the heavy rain.
Zhu Meng, who was on the city wall, suddenly came to the side and looked at the lingering spirits below with a look of astonishment.
What he was seeing was beyond his common sense.
"How could this be?" Hunter King Du Xiao's eyes were bloodshot.
An endless army of undead has arrived at the city gates!
This time, the only thing that could restrain them is gone. Who can defend this city?
That wasn't all. Behind these undead creatures, several enormous figures suddenly appeared.
It's as if all the sleeping, deceased emperors have been awakened today.
The leader of the eight fallen rulers, the commander of the Corpse Legion, the Corpse of the Mountain!
One of the eight great demise kings, the commander of the skeleton soldiers, the Lord of the Underworld!
One of the eight fallen kings, the commander of the Ghost Legion, the Mist Ghost Commander!
As dawn broke, the undead did not retreat; instead, they appeared in greater numbers and with greater strength!
"boom!"
In the distance, the corpse of the mountain fell with a single step, and the shockwave could even reach into the city, causing panic among the mages on the city walls.
As the corpse on the mountain moved, all the undead instantly rioted and began their siege.
An eerie purple hue instantly enveloped the entire ancient capital.
Whether in the inner city or the outer city, everyone could see this shocking purple.
The purple of death signifies that this city cannot be defended.
"Let's retreat."
After saying this, Zhu Meng seemed to age decades in an instant.
Feijiao stopped Duxiao, who was about to rush forward, and shook his head helplessly at him.
With the combined strength of the four of them, they only managed to injure a Ghost Tyrant with the strength of a minor monarch. Now, in such a wounded state, going out would be suicide.
Every one of them present could fight to the last moment, but they must not die in vain.
Du Xiao naturally understood his meaning, and somewhat dejectedly lowered his hands, leaving unwillingly.
Faced with such a catastrophe that the city was destroyed, even the high-level mages had to retreat, and the other mages were completely helpless, so they all began to retreat towards the inner city.
Under the purple alert, where can people possibly escape to?
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External developments cannot reach the Abyss of Evil.
Although Hua Yu had a premonition that something was wrong with the rain, he was more focused on the present and temporarily put the outside world behind him.
After the gate opened, a long gallery appeared.
The murals hanging on both sides of the gallery appear to be treasures collected by the ancient king during his lifetime.
Each painting depicts a lifelike woman, each with a different figure, but without exception, they are all exceptionally beautiful.
Some are gentle and dignified, some are beautiful and charming, some are delicate and touching, and some are full of allure.
Every muscle and every feature is exquisitely beautiful!
Three thousand beauties!
These must be the three thousand beauties in the ancient Epang Palace.
However, it is said that the Epang Palace was built by an ancient king for a woman who held special significance for him.
Thinking of this, Hua Yu's gaze quickly fell on a special mural.
It is special only because the woman in the painting is different from others.
Almost all the women in the corridor were dressed in gold and silver, their clothes embroidered with dazzling colors, making them look like goddesses or fairies.
Only the woman in the painting is dressed very simply, carrying a small wooden basket in her hand, which gives her a more down-to-earth feel.
Hua Yu couldn't help but walk forward out of curiosity to observe the woman in the painting.
Although the woman was simply dressed, she had a beautiful face, an elegant demeanor, and her eyes revealed her unique gentleness and kindness.
Her smile was as comforting as a spring breeze.
Gradually, Hua Yu's eyes became somewhat vacant, as if he had seen the woman in the painting, the woman who held special significance for the ancient king.
"Ugh~"
Just then, a dragon's roar echoed through the corridor.
Hua Yu's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately came to her senses. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced warily at the mural in front of her.
At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Luckily, the little green dragon was there; otherwise, he might have fallen into this mental trap.
What a captivating painting!
As Hua Yu's consciousness withdrew from the painting, the door to the next level finally opened.
The endless corridor is broken!
Hua Yu knew that time was of the essence, so without much hesitation, he moved on to the next level.
And right after he left, roughly a minute after the next gate opened, the peculiar mural suddenly flipped over completely.
There was another painting behind the first one, hidden inside the wall.
The newly appeared painting was unlike any of the other paintings present.
Because there is a man on top of it.
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On the inner city wall of the ancient capital.
Almost all the prominent high-level mages in the city had gathered here to discuss countermeasures.
It happened too suddenly.
During the day, several important high-ranking officials had just held an emergency meeting to discuss the Black Vatican's corpses and what they wanted to do by appearing here.
After a day of investigation, and with the help of some clues from the previous period, they finally grasped an important lead.
Just as they were about to follow this lead, this disaster struck, completely disrupting their plans.
The Black Vatican acted one step faster than them!
"Can anyone tell me why these spirits have become like this?" asked Li Yujian, the head of the Li family.
However, none of the people present could answer his question.
"It's raining."
Just as everyone fell silent, a mysterious figure in white robes slowly appeared.
Dressed in grey and white, in plain clothes, he let the rain pelt his body.
His gaze swept over everyone present.
(End of this chapter)