"Why... why are you still insisting..." The female elder Ling Xi's eyes shook violently. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that this little young mage was still alive in the door of death. The difficulties he faced were more difficult than those in the inner city of the ancient capital. Even more miserable.
The inner city of the ancient capital is at least an isolated island that is about to be swallowed up by the black ocean, and it is not even a small boat! !
"Should we...really run away??" Zhu Meng slowly uttered these words.
Does running away really make sense?
Can you escape this catastrophe!
What everyone is facing is a door of death. If a young mage's determination to live can build a mountain of bones, then what price will the enemy have to pay to destroy this city? ?
Despair, despair, always despair, then continue to fight in despair, fight to the death in the endless darkness if there is no dawn!
Zhu Meng didn’t want to run away, especially after seeing this scene!
"But this city must leave something behind, otherwise it will be completely destroyed." Chu Jia said.
"If you really want to leave something behind, then this is the one you should leave!" Zhu Meng pointed at the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror and pointed at the proud mountain of bones at Mo Fan's feet.
This city will really disappear from this world. What will be left behind will definitely not be a few surviving mages, leaders and decision-makers, but their hearts that have never surrendered!
Whether it is the Black Holy See or the country that has been destroyed for two thousand years and is once again in turmoil, it is okay to destroy this city, but they must pay a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times the price! !
We cannot just let the Black Vatican succeed and let their carefully planned catastrophe leave a fearful devil's shadow to the whole world, making more cowards surrender to these crazy beasts. We must let the whole world understand that even if this city is wiped out, The determination to live is enough to pile up mountains and cover the sea!
This is what is left! !
Some people in the top management want to escape, Zhu Meng understands.
With the strength of their level mages, if they really unite, they may still be able to survive if they escape.
Zhu Meng didn't want to escape, he didn't want to escape in the first place. After seeing that Mo Fan was still alive in such a death situation, Zhu Meng had no intention of escaping!
"I will stay too." A voice came from the stairs.
Duxiao was covered in blood, and he was wearing a leather cloak. One of his hands was hanging down, and his palm was covered with blood, while his other hand... was empty. There was nothing on his other hand. No.
"Boss!" The demon man couldn't help but trembled when he saw Du Xiao coming back.
He is back, but one of his arms seems to be left outside, and his head is covered with blood. If he hadn't spoken first, he might not have recognized him as the Hunting King Du Xiao!
"Don't deceive yourself. We are the only remaining defeated soldiers. We can't even destroy the corpse on the mountain. How can we continue to fight!!" Elder Chu Jia cursed angrily.
Chu Jia advocated escape and escaped with a few people.
The list of a few people is nothing more than high-level leaders and leaders in other fields. As for the people who are still praying for God's blessing in the rain, it is impossible for them to be on the list!
"You are really ridiculous. Just because this kid is still alive, you have to give up the escape plan you made. Huh, this kid will still die in the end. Who knows what he did at the door of death. It's just thousands of skeletons. Kill him again. What's the point of having more? Our enemy is the Black Holy See, the Corpse of the Mountain, and the Evil Abyss... Look at him for yourselves, how many minutes can he survive!" Seeing that everyone had wavered in the idea of escape, Chu Jia immediately cursed angrily road.
"He's not dead, at least not now." Zhu Meng insisted.
"Okay, okay, okay..." Chu Jia was already so angry that he sneered, "What does it matter if I give you a few minutes to think about it? I will just see with my own eyes how he died, just because of this kid... Who are you people? How ridiculous does it have to be??”
"Hahaha, Elder Chu Jia, I agree with you. He is just the son of a truck driver who relies on eating dust to support himself. It is really ridiculous for you to bet your decisions as a senior executive and leader on him. In my opinion, you should kneel down at the feet of our Lord Salan early in the morning. When you are all dead and arrive at the Eternal Palace, you may continue to be the superiors and help Lord Salan rule the Eternal Palace!" Harsh! Laughter came from above, and the madman Mu He who was tied up on the bell tower screamed strangely.
"Shut up!!" Chu Jia cursed impatiently. With a wave of his hand, he swept out several ice picks and stabbed Mu He fiercely.
Mu He's body was stabbed with bloody holes by the ice pick, but this guy didn't feel any pain at all, and he was still laughing crazily.
"Do you know, this kid can enter the Magic High School because of my charity... It's ridiculous that you actually bet on a kid who became a mage because of my charity, haha, hahahaha~~~~~~~~ "Mu He was already laughing so hard that he went crazy.
As he said, Mo Fan's admission into Magic High School was indeed a gift from him. Mu He was actually surprised that his current cultivation level could reach this level, but in this catastrophe, he only played the role of a cockroach and ant. Under Lord Salan's bishop's coat, no one would be immune to death!
"Madman, this madman, why don't you let me kill him!"
"He wants to die!"
"President, you decide what to do!"
"Yes, President, you make the decision."
President Han Ji stood there, his tired pupils sunk deep into his eye sockets.
He didn't know how to make a decision at this time, or in other words, any decision he made was meaningless and would not affect anything.
Han Ji could only look helplessly at the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror. In the Evil Flame Bronze Mirror, Mo Fan looked exhausted, just like everyone else was in the same situation now.
There are still skeletons climbing up, and the blood-skeleton minister who has been watching from the side also looks like the corpse of the mountain that everyone can't resist...
Escape or fight
Leave a few people behind, or leave behind that unyielding faith?
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Han Ji didn't know how to make a choice, but Mo Fan's decision was always clear!
The pile of bones rattled, and from time to time a large piece would roll down. It stood too high, and if Mo Fan moved even slightly, countless bones would roll down.
"Boom!!!!"
The mountain of bones shook.
"Boom!!!!"
The bone blanket trembled.
The bloody bone minister, who was fifty meters tall, finally couldn't hold it any longer. This guy's eyes were filled with killing intent and he was walking towards the bone mountain where Mo Fan was.
Mo Fan's hands were shaking wildly, not because of fear, but because he had reached the limit of his body and his whole body was trembling and twitching from exhaustion.
It became difficult to make a fist, and when I wiped the blood on my face, it ended up being smeared all over my face...
…
"Now, you have to look up at me!!"
The broken sound echoed, Mo Fan looked like a wild beast!
He summoned the last strength of his body, clenched his fists in a frenzy, and smashed the blood-skeleton minister on the head! ! !