Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 137 The Gate of Hell, the Four Heavenly Kings of Hades!

In the treasure hunting space.

An Jing's voice was deep and powerful, as if it came from the sky: "Everyone below the monarch level, come out and get some fresh air."

He clenched the air, and in an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and several cracks appeared instantly.

These cracks shattered quietly like a mirror, and then a dead object like a black tide suddenly appeared, as if pouring out from another world, instantly filling the entire space.

"——Uhhh!!!"

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"An army of undead? Can a summoning mage summon this thing?" Zheng Shao was a little confused and turned to look at Pang Lai beside him.

"This"

Pang Lai was sweating profusely at this moment.

This is clearly the Undead system!
An Jing had another trick up his sleeve, which he had never expected.

He was asked to be more restrained, but now the Undead System that had been hidden for so long was directly exposed, and judging from the scale, the Undead System is probably at least high-level!

"That's not right. Why are the undead summoned by An Jing so strong? Logically speaking, shouldn't the combat power of the undead be reduced during the day?"

Han Ji, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end, finally spoke.

He has been dealing with the undead for many years, and his base is in the ancient capital. He knows the nature of the undead in the ancient capital very well.

"Could it be that thing above An Jing's head that caused this?" Zhu Meng spoke up at this time.

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Return to the treasure hunting space.

Above An Jing's head hung a pitch-black moon, emitting a deep and mysterious light. This moon was shaped by him using the power of Hades, and it was similar to Khufu's Hades' radiance.

Under the cover of this black moon, the undead army seemed to have received endless protection and would not be disturbed by any external factors.

Even if they are destroyed in battle, they can be quickly resurrected with the power of Pluto and return to the battle, which basically solves the bug that the undead cannot fight during the day.

The only drawback is that the radiation range of Pluto's power is not wide, and is only limited to within five kilometers.

Outside this five-kilometer range, the combat effectiveness of the Undead Legion will be greatly reduced. Without the blessing of the power of Pluto, their movement and recovery capabilities will be significantly reduced.

But the advantage is that the moon in the sky can move along smoothly.

"It's my turn to take over the game."

As he spoke, An Jing glanced at the pupil eagle in the sky again. With the mental power of the ninth realm and the mental magic, he sensed the whereabouts of all the national government teams on the field almost instantly.

"Don't do it! We're on the same side!!"

I saw a woman with curly shoulder-length hair walking out of a forest. Her tight and three-dimensional face was beautiful and sexy.

Those beautiful golden eyes were the finishing touch, making her already beautiful face bloom with a nobleness that ordinary people could not see.

"Erin?"

An Jing identified the identity of the visitor with just one glance, and there was a hint of calmness in his tone.

"Are you planning to give the entire treasure-hunting space a thorough cleanup?" Irene's tone was filled with surprise. She looked at the undead army surging like a tide in front of her, and a hint of shock flashed in her eyes.

The minimum strength of each undead is at the level of a general. Just one look at it is enough to make one's scalp tingle and feel the powerful sense of oppression.

"You know, I'm terrified of being poor. I wouldn't let go of even the fragments of spirit seeds found on the roadside." An Jing said with a cheerful smile. "I feel like they're going to hate you to death. You're not going to leave any chance for the other countries' teams to survive at all." Irene followed An Jing.

I couldn't help but complain.

Before the treasure hunt started, many national government teams had already formed an alliance, planning to eliminate An Jing first, and then they would each plunder the treasures inside.

But when she saw the vast army of undead, Irene knew that they were too naive.

"Whether it's excessive or not is for others to decide. If other national government teams had this kind of strength, they would probably do something even more excessive than I did. I've done my best by not taking their lives.

"If they want to blame someone, just blame their bad luck for meeting me," An Jing said.

The organizers of the Venice event could have simply not included me, or disabled some of An Jing's strength. After all, this excessive strength is really unfair to the students of other national teams.

But the organizers of the event just turned a blind eye. Isn't this tacitly allowing them to muddy the waters?

The more An Jings there are, the more tickets will be sold for the Venice Competition. It is estimated that the profit of a single game may be tens or even hundreds of billions.

To put it bluntly, the biggest beneficiaries are the organizers of Venice.

Not long after the treasure hunt began, more than half of the 160 people were eliminated in an instant.

An Jing's army of undead and elves was like a swarm of locusts, leaving not even a fragment of soul seeds behind wherever they passed! And Irene just followed An Jing silently.

You don't have to do anything to gain a lot of resources.

This surprised and delighted her.

This feeling is good, but it always feels weird.
It was as if she was a kidnapped mountain bandit lady, robbing everywhere with a group of bandits.

Little did they know that in the British audience, a large number of British people who came to support Irene were heartbroken, especially when they saw her staying with the notorious guy An Jing, they almost wanted to die.

"Why don't you leave?"

Seeing An Jing stop, Irene blinked curiously and asked with some confusion.

"My little brother was bullied. It turns out that the general-level creatures are too strong." An Jing sighed.

"In that case, I have to get serious!"

As soon as the words fell, the undead army standing in the front seemed to have received an order and stood still.

"what's the situation?"

"The magic power is exhausted?!"

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The people who were watching the live broadcast of the game on the big screen finally felt relieved when they saw An Jing lying motionless.

It tastes just right! !
This is what a magician should be like! Being able to eliminate half of the people is already great.

Although those eliminated were weak teams.

"What's going on? Could it be that the magic power is exhausted?"

Pang Lai looked at An Jing, who was motionless, and had a bad feeling that something bad was about to happen.
With An Jing's cautious personality, he shouldn't do such a stupid thing.

"If your magic power is really exhausted, then leave quickly." Shao Zheng looked at An Jing who was motionless and was extremely scared. He was afraid that An Jing would get angry and overturn the table of the entire treasure hunt!
Sure enough, the most feared thing happened.

All the undead spirits silently retreated back into the abyss, and then four gates of hell suddenly appeared behind An Jing!

(End of this chapter)