Versatile Mage c1-2021, page 268
Edited by Aelryinth
The guy could transmit his voice, but how was Mo Fan going to respond back?
Would they have to take out their phones, open up WeChat and shake at the same time to add each other as friends? Perhaps the Advanced Wind Magician in the purple outfit could tell Mo Fan his phone number...
The truth was, either way was terrible. The demon creatures were extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e toward any form of signal. Even sending someone an emoji would simply give the demon creatures nearby a GPS coordinate, urging them to rush toward the signal.
"We have four Intermediate Magicians, two Basic Magicians and five civilians, but one of us is trying to gather the people nearby," Mo Fan had no clue how to respond. He simply mumbled to himself, not sure if the Advanced Magician could hear him.
Mo Fan had guessed right. The Magician soon responded.
"Try and gather as many people as you can. My other two comrades and I will handle the Flesh Mound Corpse Official, so you can take hold of the opportunity to cross the street together with the others… Make sure you have enough Intermediate Magicians, as we'll have to focus on dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official, you will have to deal with the Servant-class and Warrior-level undead on your own," said the Magician in the purple robe.
"Not a problem, I'll immediately bring the message back, and gather the people here to cross the street," replied Mo Fan.
"Thanks, if someone is hesitating, tell them that we are the Imperial Magicians. My name is Zuo Feng, I hope they won't miss this chance to escape!" said the Magician.
"Imperial Magicians… oh, ok!"
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Mo Fan immediately returned to the place everyone was hiding at. To Mo Fan's astonishment, there were less than ten people when he left, but the room was now filled with people. There were forty to fifty more people!
Mo Fan had to admit that he was impressed by Shorty's ability to gather people. He had managed to convince four or five groups of people to join them. On top of that, most of the people were Magicians, only twenty of them were civilians!
Obviously, Shorty had purposely recruited groups with more Magicians. Based on Mo Fan's understanding, Shorty was not the kind of person that would do a good deed.
The civilians would easily become a burden if there were too many of them. Indeed, Shorty never assumed himself to be a righteous Magician with the obligation to save everyone's life.
"Someone who referred to himself as an Imperial Magician is on the other side of the street. He is asking us to gather as many people as we can and make our way across the street while they are dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official," Mo Fan informed the crowd inside the room.
"Imperial Magicians, they are here. We're saved!" yelled a middle-aged Magician with a beanie in relief.
"Awesome, it seems like the Imperial Magicians are finally making their moves. I told you not to give up!" said a Battlemaga with thick makeup.
"With the Imperial Magicians clearing a path for us, we should be able to make it safely..."
"No no no, listen to me, the Imperial Magicians will handle the Corpse Official, but they have no time to handle the undead on the street. We'll have to face them on our own," repeated Mo Fan grimly.
"No way, aren't they here to save us?" One of the teenage girls started sobbing.
"Don't panic, don't panic!. We have many Magicians here too, so as long as we stay in order and wait for the perfect chance to cross, we still have a hope of surviving. I'm an Intermediate Plant Magician. Just trust us," said the Battlemaga with thick makeup.
"Yeah, don't underestimate us, didn't that Shorty over there say that too? They have four Intermediate Magicians from their group, and each one is an expert too. Even though I'm only at the Basic Level, my Element is Fire. If those undead dare to come, I'll let them have a piece of my Fire Burst: Rupture!"
The group was quite good overall, and everyone was aware that they had to work together in order to cross the street safely, so they were willing to comply with the arrangement.
Shorty, Zhou Ming, Mo Fan, and Mu Bai's group were all Intermediate Magicians. They were the strongest among them. Therefore, the other groups were willing to follow their orders.
"Mu Bai, what do you think?" asked Mo Fan.
"I think we need more people," said Mu Bai frankly.
"Yeah, strength in numbers," Zhou Ming nodded.
"No, no, that doesn't work in this situation, but everyone here should know about termite survival theory?" Mu Bai immediately displayed his wisdom as a top student.
"Termite survival theory? I didn't really study a lot, I have no idea what that means," said the middle-aged man in the beanie.
"A group of termites is moving their habitat, but the path ahead iss suddenly set aflame. If they simply try to cross the fire on their own, they will be burned to death. Therefore, the termites hugged together into a huge ball of termites and rolled toward the flames… soon, the termites on the outer layer died, followed by the next few layers, but the majority of them managed to cross the wall of fire," explained Mu Bai to the crowd calmly.
The room fell silent instantly. Everyone's face turned grim.
"He's right, it's impossible for everyone to cross the street safely. We have to accept the reality. There are just too few of us, so we can't form a thick ball still like the termites. We're all going to die if we try to cross the street, but if we have enough people, some might die, but the rest would still reach the other end safely," said a man with a mustache.
The man was wearing a formal suit. He was most likely the CEO of some company based in one of the office buildings nearby. He was a civilian, yet his awareness was a lot better than the others who were extremely worried.
Apart from luck, civilians involved in a disaster like this had to have good awareness. If they did not make use of the chances given to them to escape and retreat, they would most likely end up dead!
"I guess that's the only way, I know a group of people hiding on the roof of an apartment, I'll call them over."
"There should be another group in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the parking lot, but they don't have any Magicians. Should I call them along too?"
"The handsome guy was very clear; there would be sacrifices, but the key is to have as many people as we can. The more people we have, the lower the chance of us dying. It doesn't matter if they aren't Magicians, we just need living humans. Call them along!" exclaimed a woman in leather pants who looked like a model.
"Just tell them to join us if they want to escape this place. This is the last train, but safety isn't guaranteed… those who think otherwise should just wait here," Shorty told the people who went to recruit more people.
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The crowd proceeded to search for more people. In order to increase the chance of them surviving, they tried their very best to gather the people nearby.
It would be better if there were more Magicians, since they could hold off the undead for a little longer, but it was fine if there were not, since they would simply be a flock of sheep crossing the river, with some among them getting eaten by the crocodiles!
Chapter 616 - Seven Hundred People Crossing the Dead Street
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mo Fan stood on a tall balcony and glanced down. He saw that the crowd was already squeezing their way out of the building.
Their tiny heads were swarming forward with a loud noise, as if a huge protest was going on with boards and banners waving "Say No to the Undead!"
He roughly estimated the crowd numbered at least seven hundred people!
There were not many Magicians in the crowd. Previously, there were only thirty Magicians in the building, but after recruiting six hundred more people, there were ninety Magicians in total, less than a hundred. On top of that, most of them were only Basic Magicians.
There were only seventeen Intermediate Magicians, including himself, Shorty, Zhou Ming, and Mu Bai.
As for the other thirteen Magicians, only two of them had Soul Seeds. Therefore, it was extremely impractical for them to try clearing a path through over a thousand undead.
The world had always been cruel. Mo Fan felt like he had done everything he could. He could only pray that fewer people would die when they were trying to cross to the other side of the street on the zebra-crossing...
The thousand undead were scattered along the dead street, therefore not everyone would be immediately targeted by an undead. Mo Fan speculated that around a hundred people would be dragged into the water by the crocodiles.
A one-seventh chance of dying. Apart from those whose brains had already gone blank because of overwhelming fear, most people would rather bet their lives on it instead.
When Mo Fan was thinking about how petty the human race was, a quarrel broke out on the surface.
"Don't let me repeat it again; let people with infants stay in the middle!" said Shorty coldly as he grabbed a man in a leather jacket.
"What right does he have, he's an a.d.u.l.t too! Is it just because he's carrying a baby? I would have picked up an infant along the way too! I've seen many kids who no one even cares about!" challenged the man in the leather jacket.
"Are you daring me to throw you onto the street now?" Shorty did not waste any time with the man. He simply dragged him out from the crowd.
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you, I'll let him go inside..." The man in the leather jacket was no match for Shorty. He had never seen such an immoral Magician.
"Damn it, you just have to force me to be rough with you. Everyone, listen up; kids who are shorter than one twenty centimeters will stay in the middle. Those who are on the outside, shut the f**k up, since us Magicians who are risking our lives for you without getting paid will be on the outermost layer!" yelled Shorty furiously.
"But people who are carrying kids when they are a.d.u.l.ts themselves..." someone blurted out among the crowd.
It was difficult to control the situation involving so many people. Everyone was seeing their own life as precious, no one would want to be on the outer layers, since they were the easiest targets.
"I'll leave this little guy to you," To stop the crowd from rioting, the man carrying the little boy expressionlessly handed the kid to one of the elderly women.
The woman was wearing dancing shoes. She had most likely woken up early in the morning to attend a dance in the public square. The woman received the crying kid and said, "I still haven't heard from my poor grandchild. Don't worry, I'll look after your son."
The man with gray hair nodded. He proceeded to the outermost layer without commenting further.
"Humph, are you satisfied now? If so, then shut the f**k up. Us Wind Magicians worked hard to keep the undead away just so everyone can group up here. I don't want you attracting their attention again," Shorty snarled unpleasantly.
After venting his grudge, Shorty raised his head and gave Mo Fan a signal, telling him that the crowd was about to cross the street!
A crowd of seven hundred people… the truth was, it did not really matter who was on the inner or outer layers. The people would surely panic while crossing the street, the situation was going to be messy. It was purely a matter of luck when it came down to who would survive in the end...
"Mo Fa, I'll leave the high ground to you." Mu Bai, who had somehow become the leader of the group without him noticing, said to Mo Fan up on the balcony.
"Mm," Mo Fan nodded.
The truth was, Mo Fan was not a natural leader. He was able to make quick decisions in his own view, thus he had no problem leading a small group of Magicians. However, he was not very capable of leading a large group like this.
For those who kept complaining, if Mo Fan felt annoyed, he would simply end those idiots' lives before the undead were involved.
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"By the way, shouldn't I be covering the high ground? My primary Element is Wind, and my secondary Element is Water. Either the Wind Disc or the Rolling Wave has a huge coverage area to sweep the undead away, I'm more suitable for the job," said an ordinary-looking Magician, who obviously came from a renowned family.
"Du Lekang, stop trying to make decisions on your own. Let's focus on crossing the street," said the girl with him.
"I'm just worried, he looks like he's only in the twenties. How strong could he be, at least I'm-" said Du Lekang.
"Enough with your crap, the people are moving, we Magicians should focus on protecting them."
Du Lekang glanced up at Mo Fan on the higher ground. He was not too convinced about leaving such an important role to Mo Fan.
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Mo Fan was not too bothered. He was responsible for eliminating huge groups of undead and communicating with the Imperial Magician Zuo Feng from before.
With such a large crowd, it was impossible to hide their presence for long. They would soon attract the attention of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official in the middle of the street. Once the Corpse Official started making its way toward them, there would not be one to two hundred casualties, it was possible that the whole group would be wiped out!
Therefore, they had to wait until the Imperial Magicians engaged the Corpse General and lured it and some other Warrior-level undead far away from the crowd. Otherwise, they would have trouble crossing the street safely.
"Shadow Magician, we're about to engage, ask your people to prepare themselves. Remember, you have to be quick, we can't guarantee that the Corpse Official won't turn around and focus on the crowd instead!" Zuo Feng voice came.
His voice was still echoing in Mo Fan's ears when a sudden gust swept across the street, breaking the glasses on the nearby buildings!
Mo Fan glanced ahead and immediately saw the Imperial Magician named Zuo Feng!
The Wind Wings on his back were extraordinarily glamorous, almost four meters long when fully extended. A gust in the shape of a spiral followed behind his figure...
As Zuo Feng beat his wings, he glided rapidly across the buildings utilizing the Wind Track the wings had produced. Even the puddles on the ground could only reflect a blurry figure!
The undead on the ground felt something sweeping past above them. As they slowly turned their heads around, the Imperial Magician had already flown a hundred meters past them. The group of idiotic creatures finally chased after him!
"This Zuo Feng purposely lured a group of undead away just so it's safer for the people to cross the street. He's a nice guy!" exclaimed Mo Fan.
A moment later, while the undead was less dense, Mo Fan gave Mu Bai the signal.
Mu Bai finally 'blew the horn' to signal the people to advance forward. The people in front did not want to move at the start, but when the people behind shoved them forward, they were forced to move, as they would be trampled to death if they remained still...
As such, the crowd began to move forward. Seven hundred people had suddenly turned into a suicide squad as they rushed out from the building, straight toward the street that was crawling with undead!
Chapter 617 - Refining the Corpses to Produce Skeletons!
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
As the winds swept past the street, even the raindrops were falling at a slant.
Zuo Feng flew past the street while maintaining the same altitude. He could see the enormous lump of flesh in the middle of the avenue.
The Corpse General had a pair of muscular legs, like those of a toad. At the same time, it could withdraw its legs and turn itself into a round ball of flesh, which could easily collapse the buildings on both sides of the street when it was rolling. Half of the buildings that were standing before had collapsed!
The Flesh Mound Corpse Official's movement speed was fairly slow. Its mouth occupied half of its entire body, like the huge entrance of a mountain, with a bottomless belly.
As a matter of fact, the size of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official was similar to a giant house, yet its belly was rather unique, as if it would not expand even if containing over a thousand undead inside.
Zuo Feng was less than two hundred meters away from the Flesh Mound Corpse Official when he halted. He was not intimidated by the Flesh Mound Corpse Official's terrifying appearance or strength, but many Phantom Generals covered in blood-stained gray clothes had suddenly appeared in front of him.
There were more than ten Phantom Generals in total, each circling the Flesh Mound Corpse Official continuously, like a pet spirit. To Zuo Feng, it simply looked like a bunch of flies flying over a giant lump of poop.
The Phantom Generals kept on producing the gas of death. The presence of death was so thick that any living thing nearby could no longer breathe.
At the start, Zuo Feng's vision was shrouded by the black gas, preventing him from seeing what the Flesh Mound Corpse Official was up to. When he finally arrived before the creature, he subconsciously gasped!
The Flesh Mound Corpse Official remained in place, but the Phantom Generals had turned into workers moving dead bodies to the Corpse Official. The corpses of dead people mauled beyond recognition were placed in front of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official. Meanwhile, the Flesh Mound Corpse Official opened its mouth and swallowed the dead bodies or even some that were still holding onto their last breath into its belly.
Its long tongue was like a production belt in a factory, transporting corpses and living humans alike into its stomach...
Meanwhile, below the Flesh Mound Corpse Official's main jaws was another smaller mouth that kept on spitting something out, which turned out to be skeletons!
These skeletons were obviously freshly produced. They were totally clueless about how to move their bodies at the start. However, the skeletons soon became new members of the undead family and began searching for living things nearby.
"It's refining the corpses to produce skeletons!" Zuo Feng shivered in fear.
No wonder the Flesh Mound Corpse Official remained stationary. It turned out that it was producing skeletons continuously!
Everyone killed by the Phantom Generals was carried away and placed in front of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official. Meanwhile, the Flesh Mound Corpse Official's stomach was obviously a place with the utmost presence of yin. Even living humans would be turned into skeletons within a short period of time after they were thrown inside it, let alone dead people...
The guy could transmit his voice, but how was Mo Fan going to respond back?
Would they have to take out their phones, open up WeChat and shake at the same time to add each other as friends? Perhaps the Advanced Wind Magician in the purple outfit could tell Mo Fan his phone number...
The truth was, either way was terrible. The demon creatures were extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e toward any form of signal. Even sending someone an emoji would simply give the demon creatures nearby a GPS coordinate, urging them to rush toward the signal.
"We have four Intermediate Magicians, two Basic Magicians and five civilians, but one of us is trying to gather the people nearby," Mo Fan had no clue how to respond. He simply mumbled to himself, not sure if the Advanced Magician could hear him.
Mo Fan had guessed right. The Magician soon responded.
"Try and gather as many people as you can. My other two comrades and I will handle the Flesh Mound Corpse Official, so you can take hold of the opportunity to cross the street together with the others… Make sure you have enough Intermediate Magicians, as we'll have to focus on dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official, you will have to deal with the Servant-class and Warrior-level undead on your own," said the Magician in the purple robe.
"Not a problem, I'll immediately bring the message back, and gather the people here to cross the street," replied Mo Fan.
"Thanks, if someone is hesitating, tell them that we are the Imperial Magicians. My name is Zuo Feng, I hope they won't miss this chance to escape!" said the Magician.
"Imperial Magicians… oh, ok!"
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Mo Fan immediately returned to the place everyone was hiding at. To Mo Fan's astonishment, there were less than ten people when he left, but the room was now filled with people. There were forty to fifty more people!
Mo Fan had to admit that he was impressed by Shorty's ability to gather people. He had managed to convince four or five groups of people to join them. On top of that, most of the people were Magicians, only twenty of them were civilians!
Obviously, Shorty had purposely recruited groups with more Magicians. Based on Mo Fan's understanding, Shorty was not the kind of person that would do a good deed.
The civilians would easily become a burden if there were too many of them. Indeed, Shorty never assumed himself to be a righteous Magician with the obligation to save everyone's life.
"Someone who referred to himself as an Imperial Magician is on the other side of the street. He is asking us to gather as many people as we can and make our way across the street while they are dealing with the Flesh Mound Corpse Official," Mo Fan informed the crowd inside the room.
"Imperial Magicians, they are here. We're saved!" yelled a middle-aged Magician with a beanie in relief.
"Awesome, it seems like the Imperial Magicians are finally making their moves. I told you not to give up!" said a Battlemaga with thick makeup.
"With the Imperial Magicians clearing a path for us, we should be able to make it safely..."
"No no no, listen to me, the Imperial Magicians will handle the Corpse Official, but they have no time to handle the undead on the street. We'll have to face them on our own," repeated Mo Fan grimly.
"No way, aren't they here to save us?" One of the teenage girls started sobbing.
"Don't panic, don't panic!. We have many Magicians here too, so as long as we stay in order and wait for the perfect chance to cross, we still have a hope of surviving. I'm an Intermediate Plant Magician. Just trust us," said the Battlemaga with thick makeup.
"Yeah, don't underestimate us, didn't that Shorty over there say that too? They have four Intermediate Magicians from their group, and each one is an expert too. Even though I'm only at the Basic Level, my Element is Fire. If those undead dare to come, I'll let them have a piece of my Fire Burst: Rupture!"
The group was quite good overall, and everyone was aware that they had to work together in order to cross the street safely, so they were willing to comply with the arrangement.
Shorty, Zhou Ming, Mo Fan, and Mu Bai's group were all Intermediate Magicians. They were the strongest among them. Therefore, the other groups were willing to follow their orders.
"Mu Bai, what do you think?" asked Mo Fan.
"I think we need more people," said Mu Bai frankly.
"Yeah, strength in numbers," Zhou Ming nodded.
"No, no, that doesn't work in this situation, but everyone here should know about termite survival theory?" Mu Bai immediately displayed his wisdom as a top student.
"Termite survival theory? I didn't really study a lot, I have no idea what that means," said the middle-aged man in the beanie.
"A group of termites is moving their habitat, but the path ahead iss suddenly set aflame. If they simply try to cross the fire on their own, they will be burned to death. Therefore, the termites hugged together into a huge ball of termites and rolled toward the flames… soon, the termites on the outer layer died, followed by the next few layers, but the majority of them managed to cross the wall of fire," explained Mu Bai to the crowd calmly.
The room fell silent instantly. Everyone's face turned grim.
"He's right, it's impossible for everyone to cross the street safely. We have to accept the reality. There are just too few of us, so we can't form a thick ball still like the termites. We're all going to die if we try to cross the street, but if we have enough people, some might die, but the rest would still reach the other end safely," said a man with a mustache.
The man was wearing a formal suit. He was most likely the CEO of some company based in one of the office buildings nearby. He was a civilian, yet his awareness was a lot better than the others who were extremely worried.
Apart from luck, civilians involved in a disaster like this had to have good awareness. If they did not make use of the chances given to them to escape and retreat, they would most likely end up dead!
"I guess that's the only way, I know a group of people hiding on the roof of an apartment, I'll call them over."
"There should be another group in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the parking lot, but they don't have any Magicians. Should I call them along too?"
"The handsome guy was very clear; there would be sacrifices, but the key is to have as many people as we can. The more people we have, the lower the chance of us dying. It doesn't matter if they aren't Magicians, we just need living humans. Call them along!" exclaimed a woman in leather pants who looked like a model.
"Just tell them to join us if they want to escape this place. This is the last train, but safety isn't guaranteed… those who think otherwise should just wait here," Shorty told the people who went to recruit more people.
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The crowd proceeded to search for more people. In order to increase the chance of them surviving, they tried their very best to gather the people nearby.
It would be better if there were more Magicians, since they could hold off the undead for a little longer, but it was fine if there were not, since they would simply be a flock of sheep crossing the river, with some among them getting eaten by the crocodiles!
Chapter 616 - Seven Hundred People Crossing the Dead Street
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mo Fan stood on a tall balcony and glanced down. He saw that the crowd was already squeezing their way out of the building.
Their tiny heads were swarming forward with a loud noise, as if a huge protest was going on with boards and banners waving "Say No to the Undead!"
He roughly estimated the crowd numbered at least seven hundred people!
There were not many Magicians in the crowd. Previously, there were only thirty Magicians in the building, but after recruiting six hundred more people, there were ninety Magicians in total, less than a hundred. On top of that, most of them were only Basic Magicians.
There were only seventeen Intermediate Magicians, including himself, Shorty, Zhou Ming, and Mu Bai.
As for the other thirteen Magicians, only two of them had Soul Seeds. Therefore, it was extremely impractical for them to try clearing a path through over a thousand undead.
The world had always been cruel. Mo Fan felt like he had done everything he could. He could only pray that fewer people would die when they were trying to cross to the other side of the street on the zebra-crossing...
The thousand undead were scattered along the dead street, therefore not everyone would be immediately targeted by an undead. Mo Fan speculated that around a hundred people would be dragged into the water by the crocodiles.
A one-seventh chance of dying. Apart from those whose brains had already gone blank because of overwhelming fear, most people would rather bet their lives on it instead.
When Mo Fan was thinking about how petty the human race was, a quarrel broke out on the surface.
"Don't let me repeat it again; let people with infants stay in the middle!" said Shorty coldly as he grabbed a man in a leather jacket.
"What right does he have, he's an a.d.u.l.t too! Is it just because he's carrying a baby? I would have picked up an infant along the way too! I've seen many kids who no one even cares about!" challenged the man in the leather jacket.
"Are you daring me to throw you onto the street now?" Shorty did not waste any time with the man. He simply dragged him out from the crowd.
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you, I'll let him go inside..." The man in the leather jacket was no match for Shorty. He had never seen such an immoral Magician.
"Damn it, you just have to force me to be rough with you. Everyone, listen up; kids who are shorter than one twenty centimeters will stay in the middle. Those who are on the outside, shut the f**k up, since us Magicians who are risking our lives for you without getting paid will be on the outermost layer!" yelled Shorty furiously.
"But people who are carrying kids when they are a.d.u.l.ts themselves..." someone blurted out among the crowd.
It was difficult to control the situation involving so many people. Everyone was seeing their own life as precious, no one would want to be on the outer layers, since they were the easiest targets.
"I'll leave this little guy to you," To stop the crowd from rioting, the man carrying the little boy expressionlessly handed the kid to one of the elderly women.
The woman was wearing dancing shoes. She had most likely woken up early in the morning to attend a dance in the public square. The woman received the crying kid and said, "I still haven't heard from my poor grandchild. Don't worry, I'll look after your son."
The man with gray hair nodded. He proceeded to the outermost layer without commenting further.
"Humph, are you satisfied now? If so, then shut the f**k up. Us Wind Magicians worked hard to keep the undead away just so everyone can group up here. I don't want you attracting their attention again," Shorty snarled unpleasantly.
After venting his grudge, Shorty raised his head and gave Mo Fan a signal, telling him that the crowd was about to cross the street!
A crowd of seven hundred people… the truth was, it did not really matter who was on the inner or outer layers. The people would surely panic while crossing the street, the situation was going to be messy. It was purely a matter of luck when it came down to who would survive in the end...
"Mo Fa, I'll leave the high ground to you." Mu Bai, who had somehow become the leader of the group without him noticing, said to Mo Fan up on the balcony.
"Mm," Mo Fan nodded.
The truth was, Mo Fan was not a natural leader. He was able to make quick decisions in his own view, thus he had no problem leading a small group of Magicians. However, he was not very capable of leading a large group like this.
For those who kept complaining, if Mo Fan felt annoyed, he would simply end those idiots' lives before the undead were involved.
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"By the way, shouldn't I be covering the high ground? My primary Element is Wind, and my secondary Element is Water. Either the Wind Disc or the Rolling Wave has a huge coverage area to sweep the undead away, I'm more suitable for the job," said an ordinary-looking Magician, who obviously came from a renowned family.
"Du Lekang, stop trying to make decisions on your own. Let's focus on crossing the street," said the girl with him.
"I'm just worried, he looks like he's only in the twenties. How strong could he be, at least I'm-" said Du Lekang.
"Enough with your crap, the people are moving, we Magicians should focus on protecting them."
Du Lekang glanced up at Mo Fan on the higher ground. He was not too convinced about leaving such an important role to Mo Fan.
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Mo Fan was not too bothered. He was responsible for eliminating huge groups of undead and communicating with the Imperial Magician Zuo Feng from before.
With such a large crowd, it was impossible to hide their presence for long. They would soon attract the attention of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official in the middle of the street. Once the Corpse Official started making its way toward them, there would not be one to two hundred casualties, it was possible that the whole group would be wiped out!
Therefore, they had to wait until the Imperial Magicians engaged the Corpse General and lured it and some other Warrior-level undead far away from the crowd. Otherwise, they would have trouble crossing the street safely.
"Shadow Magician, we're about to engage, ask your people to prepare themselves. Remember, you have to be quick, we can't guarantee that the Corpse Official won't turn around and focus on the crowd instead!" Zuo Feng voice came.
His voice was still echoing in Mo Fan's ears when a sudden gust swept across the street, breaking the glasses on the nearby buildings!
Mo Fan glanced ahead and immediately saw the Imperial Magician named Zuo Feng!
The Wind Wings on his back were extraordinarily glamorous, almost four meters long when fully extended. A gust in the shape of a spiral followed behind his figure...
As Zuo Feng beat his wings, he glided rapidly across the buildings utilizing the Wind Track the wings had produced. Even the puddles on the ground could only reflect a blurry figure!
The undead on the ground felt something sweeping past above them. As they slowly turned their heads around, the Imperial Magician had already flown a hundred meters past them. The group of idiotic creatures finally chased after him!
"This Zuo Feng purposely lured a group of undead away just so it's safer for the people to cross the street. He's a nice guy!" exclaimed Mo Fan.
A moment later, while the undead was less dense, Mo Fan gave Mu Bai the signal.
Mu Bai finally 'blew the horn' to signal the people to advance forward. The people in front did not want to move at the start, but when the people behind shoved them forward, they were forced to move, as they would be trampled to death if they remained still...
As such, the crowd began to move forward. Seven hundred people had suddenly turned into a suicide squad as they rushed out from the building, straight toward the street that was crawling with undead!
Chapter 617 - Refining the Corpses to Produce Skeletons!
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
As the winds swept past the street, even the raindrops were falling at a slant.
Zuo Feng flew past the street while maintaining the same altitude. He could see the enormous lump of flesh in the middle of the avenue.
The Corpse General had a pair of muscular legs, like those of a toad. At the same time, it could withdraw its legs and turn itself into a round ball of flesh, which could easily collapse the buildings on both sides of the street when it was rolling. Half of the buildings that were standing before had collapsed!
The Flesh Mound Corpse Official's movement speed was fairly slow. Its mouth occupied half of its entire body, like the huge entrance of a mountain, with a bottomless belly.
As a matter of fact, the size of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official was similar to a giant house, yet its belly was rather unique, as if it would not expand even if containing over a thousand undead inside.
Zuo Feng was less than two hundred meters away from the Flesh Mound Corpse Official when he halted. He was not intimidated by the Flesh Mound Corpse Official's terrifying appearance or strength, but many Phantom Generals covered in blood-stained gray clothes had suddenly appeared in front of him.
There were more than ten Phantom Generals in total, each circling the Flesh Mound Corpse Official continuously, like a pet spirit. To Zuo Feng, it simply looked like a bunch of flies flying over a giant lump of poop.
The Phantom Generals kept on producing the gas of death. The presence of death was so thick that any living thing nearby could no longer breathe.
At the start, Zuo Feng's vision was shrouded by the black gas, preventing him from seeing what the Flesh Mound Corpse Official was up to. When he finally arrived before the creature, he subconsciously gasped!
The Flesh Mound Corpse Official remained in place, but the Phantom Generals had turned into workers moving dead bodies to the Corpse Official. The corpses of dead people mauled beyond recognition were placed in front of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official. Meanwhile, the Flesh Mound Corpse Official opened its mouth and swallowed the dead bodies or even some that were still holding onto their last breath into its belly.
Its long tongue was like a production belt in a factory, transporting corpses and living humans alike into its stomach...
Meanwhile, below the Flesh Mound Corpse Official's main jaws was another smaller mouth that kept on spitting something out, which turned out to be skeletons!
These skeletons were obviously freshly produced. They were totally clueless about how to move their bodies at the start. However, the skeletons soon became new members of the undead family and began searching for living things nearby.
"It's refining the corpses to produce skeletons!" Zuo Feng shivered in fear.
No wonder the Flesh Mound Corpse Official remained stationary. It turned out that it was producing skeletons continuously!
Everyone killed by the Phantom Generals was carried away and placed in front of the Flesh Mound Corpse Official. Meanwhile, the Flesh Mound Corpse Official's stomach was obviously a place with the utmost presence of yin. Even living humans would be turned into skeletons within a short period of time after they were thrown inside it, let alone dead people...
