Versatile Mage: Started as Gengar and was selected for the National Government Tournament

Chapter 113 Internal and external troubles
"Who are you?" Zhu Meng asked with a frown.

The gray-robed man did not answer Zhu Meng's question. He just glanced at everyone and continued with what he had just said.

"The reason why the undead army is still moving during the day is because of the rain."

"The rain contains a substance called the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds. As the rain pours down, it seeps into the bodies of the undead, imbuing them with a deathly aura that allows them to move during the day."

"This kind of disaster isn't the first time the Black Church has planned one. Bo City was Saran's previous experimental site, a rehearsal for the ancient capital disaster."

Hear this.

Zhu Meng's eyes suddenly widened.

As a high-ranking official in the palace, he had naturally heard about the disaster in Bo City.

But he never expected it.

That disaster turned out to be a rehearsal.

It is a burial object of the disaster of this thousand-year-old capital.

The cold rain is falling.

Everyone stared at the masked man in silence.

My heart was covered with a thick cloud of gloom.

At this time.

A passionate dragon roar came from outside the city in the distance, dispelling the heavy atmosphere.

Chu Ming, who had finished the battle, flew back to the top of the city wall on his Charizard.

"You're finally back, well done!"

Zhu Meng's expression showed relief. He looked at Chu Ming and patted his shoulder vigorously.

"Brother Chu, thanks to you for stepping forward, you have bought enough time for millions of people in the ancient capital to retreat!" Han Ji walked up to Chu Ming and bowed solemnly.

Chu Ming quickly lifted the old man's hand and shook his head. "Old Han, I came to the ancient capital this time to exterminate the undead, and so far I have only defeated two undead monarchs and their subordinate legions. But the real highlight, the "Shayuan", is still waiting for us, and the battle is far from over."

The gray-robed man beside him nodded, took over the conversation, and said solemnly: "You are right."

"The eight dead kings are ready. The ancient capital is the first great gift from the ancient king after waking from a thousand-year slumber... The dead kings are extremely cunning and will never set foot in the city. It is extremely difficult to cross the vast undead army and kill them."

"Our next battle will become increasingly difficult."

"Fortunately, the ancient king has not yet fully awakened."

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Eight Dead Kings will first slowly occupy all the land outside the walls of the ancient capital, waiting for the Ancient King to awaken, and then destroy our inheritance barrier in one fell swoop."

Ling Xi, a high-ranking official in the ancient capital, said calmly, "Knowing all this is meaningless. It would be better to just tell us how to resolve this catastrophe."

"First, we must stop this rain mixed with the Nine Nether Dew." The mysterious man replied.

"How to stop it?" Lu Xu asked with a frown.

"The Kunjing spring water in Weiju Village can neutralize the violence and death resentment in the evil water, just like an acid and an alkaline!" replied the gray-robed man.

"Can the water from Kunjing dissolve the evil water of the Black Church?" Councillor Zhu Meng's eyes lit up.

"Wei Ju Village? But Wei Ju Village has been completely destroyed by the undead. Doesn't that mean rain can't solve the problem..." Chief Instructor Fei Jiao's eyes were blank.

The gray-robed man shook his head and said, "There's another piece of Kunjing Spring Water that's not in the hands of the Black Church. It's in the possession of a necromancer named Fang Gu. I've already sent someone to look for him!"

Chu Ming, who was standing aside, heard what the gray-robed man said.

It suddenly dawned on me.

In fact, when I came to the ancient capital.

He vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the composition of the rainwater.

But the locals say that the rainy season has lasted for nearly half a year and has always been like this.

He thought it was the environmental characteristics of the land of the dead.

Unexpectedly, the ingredients in this rainwater were caused by the Black Church?
"Councilor Zhu Meng, I also have some well water from Weiju Village!"

After a little thought, Chu Ming decided to take out half of the well water collected by Gengar to disperse the undead army first.

"You have?" Zhu Meng was stunned, and then his face flushed with excitement. He couldn't help but ask, "You kid actually has a surprise, where did you get it?!"

"The last time I went to Weiju Village to rescue people, I collected some." Chu Ming said with a smile.

“But the Black Church has been planning this for a long time. We don’t know how many days this heavy rain will last. Even if Chu Ming and Fang Gu each have a share, it will be used up in a day at most.” Instructor Feijiao worried again.

The mysterious gray-white man nodded and said, "That's right, the well water is only temporary. The key to this catastrophe is the Ancient King. He used two portions of Kunjing spring water to temporarily neutralize the rainwater, mainly to buy time."

"We must use the time when the undead are sleeping to find the imperial tomb!"

"Seal the ancient king, and this catastrophe will be completely ended!"

Everyone looked at each other.

But they currently have no clue.

We can only choose to believe this person who does not want to reveal his identity.

No one present is stupid.

If the gray-robed man has problems and wants to harm the ancient capital.

Then there is no need for him to go to the trouble of saying these things.

If he hadn't come forward to explain.

No one present could have guessed that this was a long-planned plan of the Black Vatican.

"We're willing to believe what you say," Ling Xi said somewhat dissatisfiedly. "But I hope you'll show your true colors. In times of crisis, we should all be honest and not be so secretive."

The mysterious man shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, the Black Church has been planning for the ancient capital for a long time. I can't confirm whether anyone here has been infiltrated by Saran, or... a certain mage here is Saran!"

“What a joke! We are all high-ranking people. How could we be from the Black Church?” Li Yujian, the head of the Li family, said angrily.

"In short, caution is the best approach. Now that the undead are attacking, the Black Church must be taking action as well. They definitely don't want our necromancer Fang Gu to be killed."

"The spring represents time, so we must find him before the Black Church does. We must ensure that the undead remain asleep. This way, we have room to breathe and hope to find the ancient king's tomb."

The mysterious gray-haired man said.

"Without further delay, I will notify the Royal Guard Mage right away."

President Han Ji chose to believe.

In fact, from the very beginning, he not only did not question what the gray-robed man said, but he even exchanged eye contact with him from time to time.

Because the other party can appear here.

That's what he meant.

At this point, we must unravel all these mysteries, find the key, and crush the Black Vatican's conspiracy in one fell swoop!
"Well, let's get the Kunjing water first."

Zhu Meng also felt that there was no better way.

After the man left, Zhu Meng whispered to the guild leader, Han Ji, "Your people?"

Han Ji nodded slightly but said nothing.

"The Trial Council?" Zhu Meng asked.

Han Ji shook his head and said, "The Inquisition is probably under surveillance. I hired an outsider to do this. Some people have already sensed this bloody storm, but they didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. The Black Church is probably out in full force this time."

"Internal and external troubles, alas, we were careless." Zhu Meng said with a sigh.

"But through this disaster, we also saw an unexpected surprise."

Han Ji smiled and pointed at Chu Ming's back, as if he saw the light of hope for the future.

(End of this chapter)