All of France: The ancient king's dream, inheriting the curse of the abyss.

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The deathly aura in Bo City was far less intense than in the ancient capital, which slowed down the cultivation speed. However, under the careful guidance of Han Lang, a high-level necromancer, Luo Ge's progress could still be described as rapid.

However, as the days leading up to his return passed, Han Lang's brows furrowed more and more deeply.

Something's not right.

On the edge of Bocheng Anjie, in a dark, dense forest.

Han Lang looked at the corpse of the one-eyed demon wolf at his feet, whose life force had just been drained by Logo's dark plant-based magic, his expression grave. "Logo, have you noticed? This is already the tenth berserk demon we've encountered this week."

Logo withdrew the withered vines from the corpse, nodded, and said with a deep look in his eyes, "Yes, teacher. Logically speaking, although one-eyed demon wolves are ferocious, they would choose to run away when they encounter an opponent they cannot defeat. But this one, even with its legs twisted off by my plants, still tried to pounce on me like a mad dog."

"They've lost their minds, or rather, they're in a state of extreme agitation." Han Lang crouched down, dipped his gloved finger in the saliva flowing from the wolf's mouth, and smelled it. An indescribable stench assaulted his senses.

This smell doesn't belong to normal demons; it's more like the product of some kind of potion.

"The sky over Bo City has become so oppressive." Han Lang stood up and looked at the city shrouded in dark clouds in the distance. The continuous rain had been falling for a week, and the air was filled with a suffocating dampness, as if some terrifying thing was spying on the small city from behind the rain curtain.

As a necromancer who has dealt with death for many years, Han Lang's intuition tells him that something big might happen in Bo City!

Out of a sense of responsibility, Han Lang immediately contacted the Ancient Capital Academy and the Magic Association, attempting to request the dispatch of an investigation team or reinforcements.

However, the reply he received chilled his heart.

"The ancient capital is in turmoil, and the evil abyss outside the city is suspected of shifting. The entire city is under martial law, and no personnel are allowed to be transferred out."

Han Lang stared at the cold, impersonal reply on the communicator, then slammed his fist against the tree trunk beside him: "Damn it! Of all times!"

Logo stood silently to the side. Only he knew that this was no coincidence.

Time passed slowly in the oppressive atmosphere.

Finally, the highly anticipated coming-of-age ceremony duel between Mo Fan and Yu Ang took place as scheduled.

Logo didn't go to the scene that day. Knowing the plot intimately, the outcome of the battle was a foregone conclusion. What he cared more about was what would happen after the duel.

Sure enough, just as Mo Fan defeated Yu Ang and the whole city was talking about this "born with two systems" genius, an urgent red telegram arrived in Han Lang's hands the next morning.

Tianlan Magic High School, Han Lang's dormitory.

As Han Lang packed his luggage, he said apologetically to Logo, "Logo, your teacher has to go. The situation in the ancient capital is more serious than I imagined. It is said that a monarch-level undead has awakened and is attacking the outer city walls. As a backbone of the undead faction, I have been forcibly conscripted."

"So urgent?" Logo leaned against the door frame, his tone calm, but his eyes flashed with an unfathomable light.

"Military orders are absolute." Han Lang sighed, patted Logo on the shoulder, "I originally wanted to accompany you through the Magic College Entrance Examination, but it seems that's not possible now. Bo City is not peaceful lately, so stay in Anjie for the next few days and don't wander around. After the College Entrance Examination, come straight back to the ancient capital to find me."

"Don't worry, teacher, I'll take good care of myself." Logo nodded.

After seeing Han Lang off, and watching the car carrying his mentor disappear into the rain, the gentleness on Logo's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold gloom.

"Well done, Salam."

Logo stood by the window, watching the torrential rain outside intensify, a cold smile playing on his lips.

An uprising of the undead in the ancient capital? A monarch-level resurrection?

What a coincidence!

This is clearly the work of the Black Vatican! That madwoman Salang, in order to ensure that the grand feast in Bo City is not ruined, used her influence in the upper echelons of the ancient capital to create chaos and forcibly transfer Han Lang, a high-level necromancer who can single-handedly form an army and has a strong restraining effect on the undead.

If Han Lang were here, with his strength and understanding of the undead, the undead creatures that the Black Church had deployed in Bo City wouldn't have been able to cause any trouble, and might even have discovered the secrets of the tunnels ahead of time.

Therefore, he had to leave.

"Now, in the entire city of Bo, the only person I can truly rely on is myself."

Log drew the curtains, turned, and walked deeper into the room.

"Now that our backer has been transferred, we can only rely on ourselves."

Skeleton wolves, Netherworld tigers, three bronze-skinned corpse generals, and twenty iron-skinned corpse servants—this is how Logo dealt with the disaster in Bo City!

Bocheng, southern suburbs.

This is the very edge of Bocheng's borders, and also the area with the most complex terrain. Rolling hills obstruct the view, and dense forests provide a natural hiding place for demons.

Unlike the heavily fortified Xuefeng Mountain post station, the defenses on the southern outskirts were lax due to the rugged terrain and lack of fighting for many years. Several old watchtowers stood forlornly in the wind, and the military mages inside were mostly old soldiers who had been coasting along and were extremely unvigilant.

However, Logo knew perfectly well that this was the biggest vulnerability in Bo City's defense system.

Once the Winged Wolves sound the call to attack, those cunning one-eyed demon wolves will not all rush to crash into the iron wall of Snow Peak Mountain. Instead, they will send out an elite force, like a sharp knife, to plunge into the heart of Bo City!

If this pack of wolves were allowed to break in, the civilian district of Bo City would instantly become a slaughterhouse, and countless people would not even have a chance to escape.

"This is it."

Logo stood on an abandoned watchtower, with a narrow valley passage below. This was the only way to reach the city of Bo, and also the best shortcut for the wolf pack's raid.

The sky was overcast, with low-hanging dark clouds and a suffocating heat in the air.

Logo didn't alert anyone, not even the dozing sentries. He knew that in the face of the impending disaster, those novice mages would be of no use and would only be a burden.

He sat cross-legged at the top of the observation deck and took out a handful of grayish-black seeds from his pocket.

Those were special plant seeds he had found in the black market of the ancient capital. After being nurtured by his mutated plant magic, these seeds had become incredibly thirsty.

"Go."

Logo waved his hand casually.

Hundreds of seeds fell like raindrops, precisely burrowing into the soil of the valley passage. They did not sprout immediately, but lay dormant underground like lurking venomous snakes, waiting for the nourishment of blood.

After doing all this, Logo closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

He is waiting.

Waiting for that rain, waiting for that pack of wolves.