Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

"We're alive... we're still alive!"

"They are gone, the undead, not a single one left!"

"We've won, we've won!"

The city was suddenly immersed in cheers. The dawnlight was fairly bright, but the gray clouds and rain remained, yet none of it mattered now. As long as the undead army was gone, the city would be safe, as they had all survived the calamity!

The Magicians on the wall fell to the ground feebly. The calamity had drained all their energy. They had all prepared to sacrifice their lives in the battle, yet they never thought they would actually survive until the end and witness the undead tide falling away!

It was unbelievable, even they found it hard to believe what they had seen.

It felt like the tide brought by a great storm was about to devour them, and it was obvious that the rain would continue to fall still, but the black tide suddenly fell away. The water level quickly dropped to their feet and withdrew from the little island they were on...

Many people were lying on the ground looking up into the sky. The raindrops fell on their face felt rather hot, as they could not extinguish the excitement and joy in their hearts!

The people were hugging one another. Cries of relief after surviving the calamity echoed in the city, regardless if they knew one another...

The Magicians outside the city were returning. Some stood still on the spacious ground covered in debris. It took them a while to collect their thoughts.

Mo Fan was still standing on the slanting signal tower. His eyes were staring into the north.

The runes covering his body had disappeared. The silver hair returned to his usual black. The wild lightning and fire were withdrawn deep into his soul. The fight had ended, thus it was time for the demon deep in his soul to go back to sleep. Otherwise, the young man would turn into an old man fairly quickly.

"Where...where are we?" Zhang Xiaohou was the first to wake up, shaking his dizzy head heavily.

He immediately saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the signal tower. His face was covered with joy, and he went up and hugged him, at a loss of words.

Mo Fan had yet to recover from the cold-bloodiness of the Demon Element, but when he saw Zhang Xiaohou bursting into tears like his younger brother, he could not help but pat him on the head.

After some time, Zhang Xiaohou finally calmed down. Seeing Mo Fan kept staring into the north, he asked, "Did you see him?"

"He was always looking after us, right?" asked Mo Fan.

There were still many things that they could not explain in the calamity, as it felt like someone was opposing the Black Vatican behind the scenes too.

However, Mo Fan did not have the chance to see him, until the very last moment...

"Mm, he has always been looking after us," Zhang Xiaohou turned around glancing at the city that was immersed in cheers, and the people that were surrounding Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious man as they returned to the city.

The truth was, Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao and the mysterious man had never seen Zhan Kong before, so they did not recognize him.

"Is he considered dead?" asked Mo Fan.

The moment when Zhan Kong turned around, Mo Fan suddenly felt the air around him to turn sour. Even his throat was stuck, he could not find the words even when there were many things he wanted to say.

Mo Fan could easily guess what had happened at the altar without Zhang Xiaohou's explanation. However, was he really gone like that? Was the man who he respected the most still alive? Was that the Ancient King, or Zhan Kong?

For some reason, Mo Fan's thoughts were filled with the past. He remembered the extremely difficult mission that the Chief Military Instructor gave them during the training. He remembered how he was shamelessly trying to become Mo Fan's sworn brother at the Mu Family's villa. The scene he would never forget, when he led his subordinates to fight the Darkwing Wolf!

During the incident at Jilin City, he had traveled a great distance to save him too!

He was their instructor at their training, but he was more like a mentor on the path of becoming a Magician. He did not teach him a single spell, but he had used his actions to teach him how to become a reliable man!

"The good thing is, we didn't let him down in this battle against the Black Vatican," Mo Fan sighed. He slowly withdrew his gaze.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

"Mmm!" Zhang Xiaohou nodded heavily.

They were Chief Military Instructor Zhan Kong's students, and they would always be.

The city might have no clue who the person who had driven the undead army away was, but they would forever remember him!

Meanwhile, the Black Vatican had carefully planned their conspiracy, yet they never expected that the Commander of Bo City that they had completely disregarded would be the one disrupting their festival.

Test run?

The unforgivable sin the Black Vatican had committed in Bo City had trained people like Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Xu Zhaoting, and Zhan Kong, who would give all they had to fight against the Black Vatican, even if it meant sacrificing their lives.

The Black Vatican had brought fear and death to the world, yet to those that had survived the calamities, all they had sown was an inextinguishable fury in their hearts!

A little Bo City had already trained so many people, let alone the Ancient Capital that had existed for thousands of years. Many brave ones among the survivors would step forward. The wild ambition of the Black Vatican to bring chaos upon the world would not stand a chance against the determination of the people who wanted to eradicate the evil organization!

The seeds had been planted, watered with the sad tears of those who had lost their loved ones...

They would surely blossom one day!

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On the clock tower, Great Deacon Hu Jin still could not believe what had just happened as he hung there in the rain.

The whole city was celebrating, only he looked worse than a dead man.

The festival was gone, implying that he would no longer be sent to paradise. His soul would fall into the burning pot together with the Dark Beast Monsters and become an ugly slave for the rest of his life!

Ta, ta, ta, ta...

It was the sound of heels hitting the concrete. The clock tower was now empty. Mu He did not dare to breathe when he heard the footsteps.

However, it seemed like there were two people walking up the stairs...

"Why did you call me here?" said a woman.

"I believe there's no one here. I thought we were both going to die… either way, there's something I have wanted to tell you since a long time ago. About ten years ago, when we first met here, you were still a Hunter Master. I know, I'm not worthy of you, I'm still an ordinary Imperial Magician after ten years… but for the past ten years, you've always been the most perfect woman in my heart!" said a man.

"Is that all you have to say?" The woman's voice sounded rather cold.

"Yeah, I'm not hoping that you would accept me, but I still wanted to tell you my feelings," said the man firmly.

"Normally, I would accept everyone who's willing to submit to me, but unfortunately, you've spoken this nonsense to me when I'm in my worst mood. I won't accept your feelings, but I don't mind accepting... your heart," said the woman.

"What did you say… AHHH!" the man's voice turned into a painful scream in the middle of her words.

The clock tower suddenly fell silent. Not a single sound could be heard.