Full-Time Mage: Double Return, Niu Ma Mo Fan

Chapter 126 His face was grim.
The moment Zhu Meng spoke, everyone's eyes, whether they were high-level or advanced, focused on this young man.

Many of them were puzzled, not understanding why Councilor Zhu Meng valued this young man so much.

Judging from his appearance, he's only a mid-level student; to put it bluntly, he's destined to be cannon fodder.

"Make a statement? Of course we should make a statement." Meng Qiuzhen smiled and waved to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan nodded and then went to Meng Qiuzhen's side. After that, Mingzhu and the other two went straight to Zhu Meng and other high-ranking officials, looking quite imposing.

Mo Fan was very averse to large-scale wars. He was still very weak and could not control the course of a war by himself. If he lost, he would have to die with the enemy.

If he can't even control his own life, how could he possibly be willing to participate in such a battle?

But if Meng Qiuzhen were willing to help him out, that would be a different story.

In Mo Fan's eyes, this lazybones never fought a battle he wasn't sure of winning; the result was always a life of luxury. So when Meng Qiuzhen beckoned, he scurried over, displaying a spirit of willingness to share his godfather's burdens.
Meng Qiuzhen waved his hand, and a turbid water barrier and a circular shield composed of mental ripples that could isolate sound and detection enveloped Mingzhu and the other two, as well as the four high-level super-elite members.

"this!!!"

Feijiao was somewhat astonished; Meng Qiuzhen's casting speed was so fast that even he, a super-level mage, found it outrageous!

To unleash such power with a single thought without even knowing star trails or star charts—how skilled must one be to do that at such a young age?!
Could it be that Meng Qiuzhen started practicing magic at the age of three, coupled with top-tier talent? Otherwise, there's simply no way to explain this incredible casting speed!
"That time at the gymnasium, the killing of the Scaled Demon Mother was probably your doing, wasn't it?"

Hunter King Du Xiao suddenly realized something and looked at Meng Qiuzhen as if he were looking at a monster.

If it really is him, then this kid's strength has probably grown to an immeasurable level!
No wonder he dared to invite four high-ranking executives to chat privately right from the start.

"Young Meng, have you improved again? But why are you isolating us?" Zhu Meng asked, puzzled.

Regardless of what they thought, Meng Qiuzhen said in a deep voice:
"Of course I should express my opinion, but it's best not to spread some of my words to avoid causing unnecessary trouble for certain people."

"Tell me about it." Zhu Meng glanced at the other three Super Rank 3s, asking them to give him face and not to rush.

Mo Fan also perked up his ears. He had wanted to ask before, and now that Meng Qiuzhen was telling him herself, he was happy to hear what had attracted Meng Qiuzhen to the ancient capital.

Based on his understanding of Meng Qiuzhen, this guy wouldn't have made a wasted trip; without a huge profit, he'd probably just stay home.

This was Ding Yumin's first time facing so many high-ranking officials. Her nervousness made her unconsciously move closer to Meng Qiuzhen, while her curiosity was also very high.

"Zhu Meng, do you trust me?" Meng Qiuzhen called him by his name directly, her voice somewhat cold.

Zhu Meng's lips twitched. If he didn't know that Meng Qiuzhen was powerful, he would have already taught this impolite little guy a lesson.

"Cough cough, I can barely trust him a little." Zhu Meng squeezed out a sentence. Since the other party was a member of the Tribunal, he could probably be trusted, but it also depended on what Meng Qiuzhen said.

“Alright,” Meng Qiuzhen nodded, “You all know about the Black Vatican, right? The Ancient Capital is probably in big trouble this time.”

"As far as I know, Salang has infiltrated the upper echelons of the ancient capital, with the aim of repeating the rain that struck Bo City in the ancient capital."

"The destruction of Weiju Village and the acquisition of the Kun Well water by the Black Church were also their doing. It is likely that the Eight Dead Kings have already reached an agreement with the Black Church to use this to awaken the sleeping ancient king."

"The final outcome for the ancient capital will likely be: rain falls, the spirits of the dead break through the city at dawn, the eight deceased kings gather, the ancient king is resurrected, and the ancient capital changes hands!"

As Meng Qiuzhen finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the crowd!
The four super-level beings were all stunned. Mo Fan's face was extremely grim, and Ding Yumin's curiosity was completely crushed. She couldn't believe that if this news was true, what would happen to the ancient capital?!
Zhu Meng gasped: "Is what you're saying true? Where's the evidence?"

When he asked this question, Zhu Meng's expression was extremely solemn.

But in his heart, he already believed it to be 90% true!
According to his intelligence network, the Black Vatican has made appearances all over the world, but it is unusually quiet in the ancient capital.

The calmer things are, the more likely they are to take action!
"Without evidence, we'll just have to wait and see how things develop."

"I'm mentioning this to you just to make you realize the seriousness of the situation. The ancient capital must survive this calamity; the only question is whether there will be more or fewer casualties."

Meng Qiuzhen shook his head, his expression completely calm, as if he hadn't said those words.

Zhu Meng took a deep breath, still processing what Meng Qiuzhen had said. Not only him, but everyone else was in the same boat. Mo Fan's expression shifted repeatedly, his gaze towards Meng Qiuzhen indescribable.

This guy either doesn't say anything, or he's so shocking he could scare you to death.

He had firsthand experience with the Black Vatican; they were terrifying, mysterious, and unpredictable. Now that Meng Qiuzhen had directly exposed them, Mo Fan could only sigh that Lady Luck was simply too good.

Yes, he blamed everything on Lady Luck.
"Phew! Young man, if what you're saying is true, you probably wouldn't come to the ancient capital to wait for death, would you? What plans do you have? Feel free to tell me."

Zhu Meng and the other three Super-Tier beings exchanged glances, and then, as their representative, spoke to Meng Qiuzhen.

The Black Vatican.

Bo City Bloodbath.

The ancient king.

Each of these words could stir up waves in the mind of a super-elite, let alone all of them together!
"Preserve high-end combat capabilities."

"Send a signal to evacuate residents from the outer city."

"Wait for the right moment to enter the Abyss of Evil and seal the ancient king." Meng Qiuzhen's voice was very soft.

But what Zhu Meng heard was like a thunderclap; none of the things he mentioned could be done casually.

How could he not know how many high-end combat forces the ancient capital still possesses?
If the ancient capital still has spare capacity, it would be impossible for it to send out a broad rallying signal.

Evacuating residents from the outer city is also virtually impossible, as the entire outer city area is too large and vast.

Even if given a full day, it's uncertain whether the evacuation can be completed.

As for entering the Abyss of Fiends, Zhu Meng almost wanted to curse. That entrance to hell, filled with countless undead, was going in just suicide!
A few minutes later, the murky water dissipated, and the seven people reappeared in everyone's sight.

They had no idea what the higher-ups were saying inside.

However, it was clear that the expressions on the faces of every high-ranking official were extremely grim.

……

In the distance, the endless black clouds met the scorched earth of the dead, as if the heavens and earth were being swallowed by a corrupted curtain.

The tyrannical demon stood in the center of the churning tide of the dead, with bones and rotting corpses surging like a thirsty flood.

It was as if a new king had risen up in rebellion, calling on the hungry, wandering, and homeless people to overthrow the tyrannical monarchy and move into the warm city walls.

The longer the Abyss of Evil exists, the greater the resentment and death energy it generates will be, to the point that some corpses, skeletons, and evil spirits that would otherwise have been fermenting for several years have gained the qualification to advance ahead of time.

The greater the resentment, the more undead gather. The more undead gather, the more overwhelming the death aura becomes. Even standing on the city wall dozens of kilometers away, one can smell the stench of rotting corpses rushing towards them like a sea breeze.

At the very center of the long northern city wall stood a majestic city tower, upon which gathered more than two hundred mid-level or higher mages.

With a command given, four super-level mages, namely Councilor Zhu Meng, Military Commander Lu Xu, Chief Instructor Fei Jiao, and Hunter King Du Xiao, led the charge.

The mages leaped out of this perfect defensive line against the undead and rushed toward the dark distance that people feared most.

"Come out."

Meng Qiuzhen and Ding Yumin stood behind the four super-level beings. With a casual wave of his hand, two deep dimensional rifts suddenly opened!

Immediately afterwards, two distinctly different roars tore through the night sky!

(End of this chapter)