Chapter 239 At the same time, on the other side...

Ai Jiangtu in action.

After leaving the northern city defense line, Ai Jiangtu immediately came to the command post.

Now Han Ji and Lu Huan have led the strong men to stop the two dead kings. The other super-class mages stay on the four city walls to delay the other monarchs. There is only one Zhu Meng in the command post. If the situation is urgent, he will run out and fight the dead king.

Ai Jiangtu quickly explained his mission and requested:

"Councilman Zhu Meng, no one knows where Miss An Xin is. I need to take over the city's broadcast loudspeakers and call Miss An Xin to come see us."

Zhu Meng, as a councillor with strategic risks, was also very concerned about the final reincarnation. He hesitated after hearing this:
"Are you sure that the End Reincarnation will help?"

Without waiting for Ai Jiangtu to respond, Zhu Meng sighed:
"Oh, never mind. Any method that can save the ancient capital should be tried now."

Zhu Meng immediately issued an order to resume city-wide broadcasting and connect to the command post.

This would take time. Ai Jiangtu waited anxiously and saw the Undead King approaching the northern city wall in the distance and being stopped by the super-class mages. Then the second and third Undead Kings approached and were about to break through the defense line and enter the city.

"It's completely daylight now."

Zhu Meng sighed incomprehensibly, looked wearily at the rising sun obscured by turbid rain clouds, and placed an intercom in front of Ai Jiangtu:
"Let's get started. The intercom is connected to the city's official radio speakers and TV stations. The volume has been turned up to maximum to ensure that the whole city can hear your voice."

Ai Jiangtu took a deep breath and said, "Ms. An Xin, we must be in the city..."

Zhu Meng looked expectantly in the eyes. Ai Jiangtu put the intercom to his mouth and shouted:

"Hi everybody, I'm……"

After a half-second delay, a loud voice came from the command post's broadcasting station.

Almost at the same time, a female voice sounded in the distance, overlapping with Ai Jiangtu's voice:
"Hi everybody, I'm……"

"Eh?"

A male and female voice simultaneously raised questions, "Why is there someone else?"

Ai Jiangtu and Zhu Meng stared at each other in shock.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Although the morning light was blocked by rain clouds, it still lit up half of the eastern sky. The golden clouds were like burning flames, bringing light to the dim world.

But light is not accompanied by hope.

In the distance, there was the brilliant glow of magic, the mountain-like undead, the endless wailing of the dead... and the anxious breathing of the people traveling with me, the crying of children, the complaining of women, and the cursing of men...

Everyone realized that even dawn could not save them. After the ancient capital was completely reduced to a trapped city, the fire of panic instantly ignited the extremely dry spiritual grassland.

If there weren't some junior mages who hadn't yet gone to the battlefield and were maintaining order under Jun Fang's command, chaos would have probably already occurred.

On the rooftop of a big hotel, two graceful ladies were holding black umbrellas, wearing black skirts and black sportswear, looking like sisters.

The eyes on Yan Qiu's veil curved into a happy arc:
"Aiya~, it seems that they finally realized that the congressman's whitewashing of peace was just a lie, and they saw a glimmer of truth beneath the fog."

The blue bat quietly looked down at the slightly chaotic street with an indifferent expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Fortunately, Hu Jin died unexpectedly, otherwise the job of spreading the teachings for Lord Saran would definitely be taken away by his good dog."

Blue Bat sneered in his heart: Hu Jin is Saran's dog, but you are not?
Yan Qiu stretched his hands toward the sky, catching the sparse and violent rain, his eyes filled with joy and longing:
"What a beautiful work... When the ancient capital is dragged into the evil abyss, it will surely be as beautiful as this, right? Hahaha!"

With excitement, Yan Qiu picked up a small pocket speaker:
"The believers have buried loudspeakers throughout the city to ensure that everyone can hear my voice."

"The next step is to spread the reputation of Lord Saran to those who are about to die. If anyone is lucky enough to survive, they will be afraid of Lord Saran and live in fear for the rest of their lives as cowards! Hahaha!"

Turning on the speaker, Yan Qiu said the first sentence happily:

"Hi everybody, I'm……"

After a delay of half a second, the sound was transmitted through the loudspeaker. At the same time, a male voice overlapped with Yan Qiu's voice on the lama.

"Hi everybody, I'm……"

"Eh?"

Yan Qiu was stunned.

The blue bat looked at it suspiciously, as if asking:

Is there anyone else preaching?

……

At the same time, on the other side.

"Good morning, my dear countess."

An Xin's figure suddenly appeared in the dark alley. She seemed to have a glowing special effect on her body. Her strong presence immediately attracted the attention of the woman in the black veil.

An Xin tilted her head and said in a brisk tone:

"Or should I call you Miss Saint?"

Asharuya was a little surprised by An Xin's appearance, but she was not too surprised. She gracefully performed the saint's etiquette:

"Miss An Xin, you are joking. Just call me by my name if you can. I wonder what you want to talk to me about. Is it related to the return of Lord Mengdi?"

"It's another matter. Your identity in this life is related to Saran, right?"

Asharuya was silent for a moment. "I can't hide it from you. I think she is my adoptive mother. But now she has fallen, and there is no contact between us."

"That's it~"

An Xin nodded, "Do you have a way to end this catastrophe in the ancient capital?"

Asharuya bowed apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't do anything, but through my network of connections, I know that the drift of the Shayuan is related to the space compass. As expected, this space artifact is in Saran's hands. Miss An Xin, don't you want the ancient capital to be in trouble?"

"Yes. The ancient capital was the place I chose to call my brother back, but it was about to be destroyed by the Undead Empire while we were still setting it up... It would be very sad if the results of all my hard work were wasted."

Asha Ruiya was thoughtful. "Ms. An Xin, I am also looking for Saran. Why don't we join forces? But before that, can I ask you a question?"

"sure."

Asharuya took a breath and said, "An Yuan... is that the stinky Taoist priest? He is the one who met you and Lord Mengdi with me and signed the contract."

An Xin smiled with her pink eyes, "Yeah."

Asharuya looked a little uneasy, "Did he recover his memory?"

If he also recovered his memory, did he recognize her that day? Why didn't he recognize her?
An Xin saw the other person's mood and found it very interesting. "An Yuan has not recovered his memory yet."

Asharuya breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s good, he didn’t mean to not know her!

Thinking of this, Asharuya immediately requested:

"Ms. An Xin, can you please let An Yuan recover his memory later? The later the better."

An Xin looked at him strangely, "Why?"

Asharuya clenched her fists and gritted her teeth:

"I just want to know what kind of person he will become in this life."

(End of this chapter)