Chapter 144: Storming the Clock Tower to See Han Ji
Mo Fan arrived at the street and immediately completed the drawing of a Star-Orbit.
Mu Bai and Zhao Kun San still intended to stop him, but to their dismay, an enormous magical wolf appeared in their line of sight.
They were strangers to this massive creature, with its royal crown glistening, relaxed sub-zero fur!
Yet, the people on the streets of Bo City had a feeling of being no strangers to it!
Wolfie, the Snow Frost Star Wolf!
The culprit who invaded Bo City and massacred the city seemed like a lesser being infront of this magnificent creature! The Wolf pack and former winged wolf who was a commander felt like a choke compared to this beautiful and calming figure. Its hind legs glistening with crystals, fur silky smooth and unmoving.
Although it was due to the Black Vatican, wasn't it the wolf pack that caused the Bo City catastrophe!
However, this time, people were not in a panic, because everyone saw that the wolf appeared from a Star-Orbit crack.
It was summoned by a Summoning Element Mage.
Moreover, even though they were in the Ancient Capital, everyone knew that the creature had already been slain back then.
Zhao Kun San looked at Mo Fan now, and he was completely stunned!
Was Mo Fan already this powerful?
Mu Bai was also startled; he had always considered Mo Fan his rival, but he never expected Mo Fan to already possess a Commander-level summoned beast.
Then, before they could react, Mo Fan directly stepped onto Wolfie and headed towards the Clock Tower Magic Association.
Although the wolf was a summoned beast, its massive size running through the city still caused a slight panic. If it weren't for it not attacking, people would have been fleeing in chaos by now.
And when the wolf flew over them, they finally saw that it was a person, a Summoning Element Mage!
Although they belatedly realized it, appearing so arrogantly in the safety zone and rushing toward the Clock Tower Magic Association still attracted the attention of the Army soldiers.
“Little brother, no matter what you are doing, if you don't stop, we will attack!” A voice transmitted into Mo Fan's mind before he even reached the Clock Tower Magic Association.
“I want to see President Han Ji,” Mo Fan replied.
“Even if you want to see President Han Ji, you cannot cause panic in the city!” The Mind Element Mage's voice came again.
“You are the Army soldier Zuo Feng, right?” Mo Fan had Wolfie stop, then asked.
“Yes, you know me?”
“No, I've heard of you.”
Mo Fan continued, “I am Mo Fan, an official member of the National Government Team. I have a major discovery that I need to tell Han Ji, it's urgent.”
…
Clock Tower Magic Association.
Han Ji, who was busy with work, allowed Zuo Feng to enter.
“He summoned a wolf to see me?” Han Ji frowned slightly.
“Yes… and he claims it's urgent.”
“If the President doesn't see him, he said he will force his way in.”
Lu Huan’s expression darkened immediately.
But just then, Zhu Meng stepped in.
“I’ll go take a look. I know that kid.”
…
When Mo Fan finally entered, he wasted no time.
“President Han Ji, the Black Vatican is about to make a big move. The experiment from Bo City… they are going to fully implement it here.”
“If nothing goes wrong, after tonight, they will use the Nine Nether Dew to make the undead fearless of sunlight.”
“Even during the day, they will attack the Ancient Capital.”
“Furthermore… this rain is no coincidence. The Eight Directional Undead Monarchs may awaken.”
“We must evacuate the outer city immediately!”
Mo Fan’s voice turned cold.
“…Because Salan is here.”
Upon hearing what Mo Fan said, the other four present were all shocked!
It was indeed shocking. If what Mo Fan said was true, wouldn’t that mean the Ancient Capital would face the greatest calamity in its history!?
The Ancient King was about to awaken, and the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs would appear together tomorrow?
Although the Ancient Capital was not a small city, resisting the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs would undoubtedly be incredibly difficult. The most terrifying part was not even their strength… but the fact that they would attack during the day!
That completely overturned the natural order of undead!
"Kid, how do you know these things?" Lu Huan asked.
Neither the Magic Association nor the Judgment Association had reported anything. Mo Fan’s words alone were hard to believe.
"Believe me. Evacuate the outer city now," Mo Fan said calmly, yet his tone carried an undeniable weight. "Otherwise… this city will run red with blood."
For a brief moment, the room fell silent.
Mo Fan stood there, unmoving, yet an invisible pressure seemed to spread from him.
It wasn’t just him.
Somewhere beyond the walls…
A faint, ancient aura lingered.
Even though Wolfie had already been dismissed, the residual suppression of an Emperor bloodline still clung to Mo Fan’s presence. It was subtle… but for people at their level, it was unmistakable.
Zhu Meng’s eyes flickered slightly.
This kid… had changed.
Not just stronger.
Different.
Han Ji slowly stood up.
"Mo Fan… I will believe you."
Those simple words instantly shifted everything.
"If what you say is true, then the Ancient Capital owes you a great debt."
"Debt?" Mo Fan let out a faint chuckle. "If you’re sincere, give me resources."
Zhu Meng couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
Still the same Mo Fan.
Han Ji nodded. "Done."
Then his expression turned serious.
"Zuo Feng! Mobilize all Army soldiers, Inner City forces, and Hunter Mages. Begin evacuation immediately. Use the excuse of a drill."
Orders were issued instantly.
The entire Ancient Capital began to move.
As Mo Fan stepped out, the sky was still dim under layers of dark clouds.
Rain had stopped…
But something far worse was coming.
He looked toward the distance, toward the direction of the abyss.
His gaze deepened.
That place…
Was the origin.
The beginning of everything.
And also… the place where fate would be decided.
Evening arrived quickly.
Mo Fan met Zhou Min and the others.
"Mo Fan, what exactly happened?"
This time, he didn’t hide anything.
The Black Vatican, Mu He, Bo City being nothing more than an experiment…
Everything.
The anger in their eyes burned instantly.
"So what do we do!?"
Mo Fan looked at them, then slowly said:
"Protect Zhang Xiaohou."
The moment those words left his mouth, his tone changed slightly.
Not urgent.
Not emotional.
But firm.
Almost as if…
He was safeguarding something far greater than a person.
Inside his mind, Mo Fan couldn’t help but think:
Zhang Xiaohou…
You idiot…
Do you even realize what you’re carrying?
The Ancient King’s inheritance…
The will of an entire undead empire…
A throne that countless beings would fight to the death for…
And yet, you’re still acting like the same naive soldier.
Mo Fan suddenly smirked slightly to himself.
"Heh… good."
"If things go right…"
"I’mma make Xiaohou the NEW Ancient King."
"My day one… an Emperor."
The thought wasn’t madness.
It was calculation.
Mo Fan had already begun to see the path ahead.
If Zhang Xiaohou could inherit that power…
If he could stabilize it…
Then humanity wouldn’t just survive this calamity.
They would gain something far greater.
A ruler.
A guardian.
An Emperor who still retained his humanity.
But Mo Fan also knew…
That path would not be easy.
The Ancient King’s power was not something one could simply accept.
It would devour the weak.
Corrupt the unworthy.
Only someone with absolute will…
Could stand at that level.
"Whoosh!"
An emergency signal shot into the sky.
Mo Fan snapped out of his thoughts instantly.
Time was up.
"I have things to do."
He didn’t explain further.
Just one final sentence:
"Remember this… no matter what happens… protect Zhang Xiaohou."
Without another word, Mo Fan stepped forward.
A Star-Orbit formed instantly beneath his feet.
The space cracked open—
And in the next second…
Wolfie descended.
Not like before.
Not just size.
Not just strength.
The moment it appeared—
The surrounding air froze.
A terrifying, ancient pressure swept outward like a silent storm.
Army soldiers in the distance stiffened.
Even experienced mages felt their hearts tighten.
It wasn’t fear.
It was instinct.
The instinct of lower beings facing something above their rank.
The Snow Frost Star Wolf stood there, towering, its icy body shimmering like a frozen constellation.
And faintly…
Above its head…
A crown-like frost halo flickered into existence.
Not decoration.
Authority.
Mo Fan stepped onto its back calmly.
His gaze fixed forward.
Toward the abyss.
Toward fate.
Toward the place where…
Everything would change.