Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Chapter 78 Six Fingers
Dust flew everywhere, and the haze obscured the view.

The ruins fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of small pebbles falling.

After a while, a hand reached out from the pile of stones and pushed hard.

The stones on his body were pushed aside, revealing Mo Xie clad in his demonic armor.

There was a huge claw mark on his chest, which the armor magic tool could not stop at all, and the shield magic tool was also completely destroyed, with blood oozing out from it.

He stood on the ground, the burning sensation in his chest and the tearing pain from his wounds making it difficult to breathe, and he was covered in cold sweat.

He looked at the Tang sword in his hand; the blade was completely broken, leaving only an empty hilt in his hand.

He sighed and casually tossed the hilt of the knife onto the ground.

"Next time... I must buy... a high-quality defensive magic item. The one I made myself was too shoddy..."

After removing the fragments of the armor and demonic tools from his body, Mo Xie felt a pang of regret.

The armor and shield magic tools he just used were forged by himself, and can at most withstand attacks from servant-level demons.

But that attack just now was far beyond the level of a servant, and it was impossible to withstand.

He also had a Tang sword to defend himself, but it was smashed to pieces.

If I had a superior armor and shield magic tool, I would definitely not be in such a sorry state now!
Sure enough, money should be spent wisely. If an unexpected situation arises tonight, there will be a way to save our lives.

If you have money and don't spend it, what else is that but stupidity?
The danger just now taught Mo Xie a harsh lesson.

He took out a few bottles of healing potion from his spatial ring and gave the wound a quick treatment to prevent further bleeding.

His shirt was almost torn, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscles.

However, the blood-red claw marks on his chest made him look somewhat bloody.

His clothes and face were covered in dust, and his hair was disheveled and flying in the air.

After finishing, Mo Xie sat on a rock, head down, brows furrowed in thought.

The only thing that's certain now is that the blood-red monster ran away after slapping him.

The most important question is, what exactly is that monster?
I closed my eyes and started replaying the scene in my mind.

The blood-red monster clearly held back when it unleashed that claw strike; otherwise, it wouldn't have survived.

Why did the blood-red monster spare its life?
Why is that monster here?
What exactly is its purpose?
Mo Xie felt increasingly uneasy as she thought about it, so she stood up and took out a flashlight from her spatial ring.

This is no ordinary flashlight; it contains light-based magical energy, illuminating a vast area and distance.

He shone his flashlight and strode deeper into the ruins of the building complex.

After her previous Tang sword was destroyed, Mo Xie took a new one and kept it in hand for any eventuality.

The Sharingan reactivated, its pupils scanning the surroundings to prevent any more evil things from jumping out.

Deep within the ruins, buildings everywhere showed obvious signs of cutting, and the walls were covered with claw marks.

Some entire buildings were misaligned, revealing smooth cut surfaces, demonstrating their destructive power.

There are many large pits on the ground, densely packed, even on the buildings; they must have been caused by magic.

Is someone fighting that blood-red monster?

Not far away, there were several pools of blood on the ground.

Mo Xie ran over, squatted down, dipped her finger in the mixture, and rubbed it in.

The blood was fresh and hadn't clotted, which meant the battle had just ended.

Perhaps... the fighting mage hasn't left yet.

Judging from the direction of the bloodstains on the ground, it should be further inside.

Mo Xie stood up, her blood-red pupils filled with determination, and continued walking forward.

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, indicating that we were not far from our destination.

He could faintly hear the sound of flowing water.

I can hear the sound of flowing water. Is there a river over there?

Shining the flashlight in my hand into the distance, I could see the river flowing, the waves rolling and crashing against the rocks on the bank.

Mo Xie thought it was just a small river, but he was wrong; it was clearly a large river.

Visually, the distance between the two banks is at least one hundred meters.

A bridge had been built over the river, connecting the two banks. But to his surprise, there was a gap in the middle of the bridge. How could there be a gap in the middle of the bridge? Was it deliberately destroyed?

Mo Xie carefully examined the gap in the bridge but found nothing amiss.

Just as he was about to give up, the light shifted, and something seemed to flicker somewhere.

He quickly moved the flashlight away and then noticed a bloody handprint on the bridge.

Because the environment was too dark and the bloody handprint was too small, I didn't notice it earlier.

There are bloody handprints on the bridge. Were they left by that monster?
One, two... five, six... wait, why does this bloody handprint have six fingers?!

Mo Xie's pupils contracted and trembled. He finally realized what was wrong. What kind of monster had six fingers!

He quickly lifted his shirt, revealing six claw marks that perfectly matched the six finger marks on the bridge.

Damn it, how come I didn't notice that just now!
Shanghai, a bloody handprint with six fingers, a crimson monster...

With all these factors combined, the truth has come to light.

The blood-red monster that attacked him earlier was none other than the Red Demon!
Wait, if it's the Red Demon, then the person fighting the Red Demon is...

Mo Xie looked around and saw a person lying in a pool of blood on the shore.

He rushed over. The man was a middle-aged man, and if he wasn't mistaken, it should be the Cold Hunter King.

At this moment, his face was pale, he was covered in wounds, and blood was constantly flowing from his body.

However, through the Sharingan, it can be seen that his heart is still beating slightly, and he is not completely dead.

Mo Xie shook Leng Lie Wang's body, trying to wake him up.

"Hey, wake up, wake up!"

Hearing a faint shout, Cold Hunter King slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Mo Xie, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

A smile spread across his mouth, which was covered in blood and foam.

A flash of silver light appeared in Cold Hunter King's hand, and a scroll appeared in his hand. He handed it to Mo Xie and spoke with difficulty.

"Child...please...deliver this...to...the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds..."

As Leng Wang finished speaking, word by word, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

That scene just now was like a fleeting moment of light before death.

"Wait, don't close your eyes!"

In Mo Xie's eyes, the Cold Hunter King's life was rapidly fading away.

Damn it, what should I do!
"zero"

【I am here. 】

"Is there any way to save him?!"

Zero was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

Yes, but you need to think it through. Once you save him, you'll face countless troubles. Don't you hate trouble the most?

Mo Xie fell silent, a rare occurrence. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only determination in them.

"I have to save him. He has a family of his own, and I can't just stand by and watch a beautiful family fall apart before my eyes!"

Home is always a person's last line of defense, a warm harbor, and no one wants to leave or lose it.

Okay, give him this pill.

As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny pill appeared before his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Moye stuffed the pill into the Cold Hunter King's mouth.

The moment he swallowed the pill, Cold Hunter's heart, which should have stopped beating, began to beat again.

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Cold Hunter King is a tragic character; let's save him if we can.

Another point is the relationship between Qin Zhan and Song Qiming. I wanted to portray it as more familial, so I changed their relationship to that of father and son, making them true family members.

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