Full-Time Magister: The Strongest Summoned Beast is Actually Myself

Chapter 164, Mirage

A 500 million bounty, a world-class problem, the Drowning Curse.

The matter will be resolved by the Azure Sky Hunters.

The Hunter Alliance released the news globally, but it didn't cause much of a stir, since the credit went to Qingtian Hunting Grounds, which is a world-renowned hunting ground.

Chen Hao's Hunter Master level was promoted to 6 stars, and Mo Fan also directly reached the 4-star Hunter Master level. Half of the 500 million was given to him, Mu Ningxue, and Lingling to share, and none of them had any objections.

The bounty for the Drowning Curse was still rising rapidly, and Chen Hao wanted to delay submitting it, but Master Mo and Miss Leng were kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see mortals suffer, so they submitted the vaccine results.

If this were in my previous life, selling vaccines alone could have created a multi-billion dollar project.

In comparison, Chen Hao felt that he was much kinder.

……

After meeting up with Ai Jiangtu and others, their next stop was Egypt.

Since the incident in Peru where people were driven away did not occur as in the original story, the National Guard team did not discard their Challenge Medals, so they already had enough Challenge Medals.

However, meeting the quantity target is one thing, exceeding the quantity is another. These things are related to the National Government's resources, and the training missions must continue.

The mentors immediately assigned a mission to rescue people in the Sahara.

Chen Hao resolutely refused, making it clear that he would not go.

As a fairly cautious person, Chen Hao had no desire to experience the true value of the black zone.

As soon as Chen Hao expressed his opinion, the cowardly members of the team, such as Guan Yu, Li Kaifeng, and Mu Tingying, immediately echoed him and also decided not to go.

"It's okay if you don't want to go, just give us whatever amount of government resources you can get."

Meanwhile, Mu Ningxue, Mo Fan, and Nan Jue, these desperately poor guys, looked eager to try, clearly no longer caring about food or food in order to get resources.

Thus, the National Government team split into two groups once again. Chen Hao led his men directly to Egypt to challenge the club, while Ai Jiangtu led his men on a rescue mission.

There's not much to say about the Egyptian Pavilion; it's a bunch of useless people. By this point in time, everyone in the pavilion should have grown up and their average level should be high-level. However, the Egyptian Pavilion couldn't find three high-level mages.

Guan Yu and his team easily obtained the challenge medal.

A few days later, Aijiangtu, Mofan, and others, who were lost in the Sahara, were chased to the Mediterranean by the vengeful spirits of the sandstorm. A sandfall burial technique expanded the coastline by several kilometers, which successfully saved everyone's lives.

Subsequently, the National Team reunited in Puchini.

This is their final training mission: to help the Egyptian army resist the undead army and destroy the mirage pyramids.

Like the Sahara rescue mission, this was another thankless task. I don't know what kind of excrement was in the brains of the Nationalist government mentors, always picking tasks with extremely low cost-effectiveness.

……

Upon arriving in Puchini, the setting sun cast its golden rays upon the city's stone walls and tan rooftops, creating a scene reminiscent of a slightly desolate yet still dignified old-world painting.

As an ancient city in northern Egypt, Pushini exudes a rich Middle Eastern charm. Stone fences still surround the outer walls, the streets are narrow yet clean, and most of the houses are built of original stone, with the marks of time clearly visible. Stepping into this place is like stepping into a civilization site where time has stood still.

However, as soon as they entered the city, they were stunned by the overwhelming magical power and bloody stench.

Along both sides of the street, wounded soldiers, hunters, and even some civilians could be seen everywhere. They were carried onto makeshift stretchers and taken one after another to the cluster of milky-white tents with gold trim at the far end of the square. A strong aura of healing magic emanated from there, carrying a hint of holy fragrance.

"It seems the situation at the front is not good," Zhao Manyan said, frowning.

"This mission is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface." Nan Jue said solemnly.

The reporting point was also set up in that tent area.

The tents, erected on Pushini South Hill Square, are connected at the top, resembling a giant medical camp capable of accommodating thousands of people. Egyptian military mages guard the perimeter to maintain order and security.

“That is…” Nan Rongni suddenly stopped, her gaze fixed on the flag at the top of the tent, and she exclaimed softly, “The Parthenon symbol.”

On the milky white fabric, a sacred flower wheel shimmered. From any angle, the flower maintained a symmetrical yet subtly misaligned structure—similar yet opposite petals intertwined, with a golden-blue halo emanating from its center, as if the flower wheel itself were slowly breathing.

"Even Parthenon's men have been brought in, so the casualties must be quite heavy."

As the group passed through the military mages' guard line and entered the core area of ​​the medical tents, they heard a clear and gentle female voice:

"Take a deep breath, don't be afraid... life won't abandon you."

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of peace that penetrated the soul.

In the center of the tent, a wheelchair-bound girl in a pristine white dress stood quietly beside a severely wounded soldier. Her hands were clasped over his chest, and wisps of milky-white healing light emanated from her palms, flowing gently into the mangled wounds.

In the blink of an eye, new granulation tissue grew and the skin regenerated. The wounded soldier, who was originally on the verge of death, miraculously regained his rosy complexion, and his intermittent breathing became steady.

"A miracle! This really is... a miracle of Parthenon!!" The soldier, with tears in his eyes, knelt down on one knee, shouting his gratitude, "Thank you, Parthenon! Thank you..."

The girl slightly raised her eyes, her eyes like a clear spring in spring, gentle and serene, making people feel calm and at ease.

"Xinxia?" Mo Fan's eyes lit up when he saw the familiar figure, and he immediately strode forward.

"Hey, stop right there." A golden-haired knight in silver armor suddenly blocked Xin Xia's path, his expression solemn. He was none other than the guardian knight, Kuren.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, reached out and flicked his hand, activating his spatial telekinesis, and Kuren instantly flew away.

Mo Fan squatted down directly, disregarding the stares of others, and grabbed Xin Xia's hand, kissing her affectionately like lovers who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"How did you end up in such a dangerous place?" After their intimacy, Mo Fan frowned, his worry evident. "Did those old women at the Parthenon give you a hard time?"

Xinxia gently shook her head, her tone soft yet firm: "This is a practical internship. Our Parthenon Academy is entering its annual assessment phase. Whether they are Greek or foreign students, they must participate in field missions and complete the assessment before they can officially become temple mages."

“Not long ago, mirages appeared here, accompanied by frequent undead disturbances. Parthenon decided to send mages from the Temple Academy to provide support and help those injured in the war as much as possible.” “Mirages? These things can hurt people?” Mo Fan was full of doubt and couldn’t understand it for a moment.

“Mirages are simply a natural phenomenon of light refraction and are indeed harmless.” At this moment, Chen Hao walked over, his gaze steady. “However, they can serve as a medium for certain light-based magic, such as Nether Radiance!”

"Minghui?" Mo Fan's eyes widened. Upon hearing this word, the cruel scene of the ancient capital's catastrophe immediately flashed through his mind.

Since that day, he had been cramming on knowledge about the dead, and naturally knew that "gloom" and "death aura" were the differences between the dead in Egypt and the ancient capital.

"Death energy is the ordinary survival energy of the dead, similar to the yin energy in nature, and mainly exists in dark, damp places where death gathers."

“And the Nether Radiance… is the primordial energy of the Netherworld, extremely pure and extremely rare.” Chen Hao said in a low voice, “It is not a product of nature, and can only appear in places that can resonate with the Netherworld, such as—the pyramids.”

"Could it be that the mirage pyramids bring real ghostly light???" Mo Fan's pupils dilated, already realizing something. "If that's the case, if this phenomenon is used properly, wouldn't the Egyptian undead be even more terrifying than the ancient capital?!"

"They're evenly matched. The Egyptian undead do indeed possess such an artifact that utilizes optical phenomena, but don't forget that the ancient capital's undead possess the Abyss of Evil," Chen Hao reminded them.

"Hiss, these undead are really terrifying."

……

The pyramid in the mirage is located less than 50 kilometers directly north of Puchini. From a slightly higher vantage point, one can see the eerie, ghostly glow, like a black sun falling to earth, slowly rising at the edge of the desert, as if the underworld is breathing.

The land within a radius of a hundred kilometers had already been completely enveloped by that dark radiance, meaning that the entire city of Pushini had essentially entered the realm of the dead. However, this pyramid was merely a projection of a smaller pyramid, and therefore not as dangerous.

Theoretically speaking, as long as you don't get within 30 kilometers of the pyramids, you're unlikely to encounter any undead attacks. After all, the Egyptian undead are designed to guard the pyramids—even if they're fake.

The only way to end this disaster is to destroy the pyramid in the mirage.

The municipal government had already organized the army to forcefully advance multiple times, but with each step forward, the number and intensity of the undead they encountered increased exponentially, especially within 20 kilometers of the pyramids, which had become a hellish abyss.

Currently, the greatest threat to the military is an extremely cruel and troublesome undead creature—the Poison Gold Mummy.

They are physically weak, but possess the ability to curse from a distance. Furthermore, they harbor potent poisonous evil power within their bodies. Once injured, even by a mere scratch, the wound will fester and fail to heal, rendering even the ordinary healing magic of the Parthenon ineffective.

Currently, only a handful of mages with the healing powers of the goddess have been dispatched from the Parthenon Academy, yet Pushini is seeing hundreds of critically injured patients every day. Medical resources are severely insufficient, and the situation is urgent.

To alleviate the pressure, the city government decided to entrust the task of disposing of the poisoned mummy to the National Government team.

The following morning, Chen Hao led the National Government personnel to the Egyptian military assembly point. Just as dawn broke, the sandy ground was already filled with soldiers and mages waiting for orders; a cold wind whipped up dust, sweeping across their tense faces.

The team that came to meet them was a middle-aged female mage, around forty years old—Advisor Fenner. She had short, neat hair, wore a black battle robe, and her face was etched with the marks of hardship and decisiveness.

"You will depart immediately with the troops. The task of eliminating the poisonous mummy is entrusted to you." Fenner's voice was hoarse but firm.

"We will do our best," Chen Hao nodded in agreement.

The entire team began to move forward.

The Egyptian army employs a wave-like advance method: a vanguard squad advances first, clears the area ahead, and quickly establishes a temporary camp at a strategic location; then a second wave arrives at the camp and advances further.

One wave after another, like the next wave pushing the previous one, continuously pressed forward towards the direction of the pyramid.

Although this tactic is fast-paced, it is extremely effective.

Each camp was like a vital link between the city and the front line, ensuring smooth supply, the possibility of wounded evacuation and rotation, and preventing the tactical collapse of "one effort, then decline, and finally exhaustion".

In the Land of the Dead, once the morale of the troops collapses, there is only one consequence—total annihilation, with no survivors.

The first camp has been successfully established, and the roads have been initially cleared. The number of undead has temporarily decreased, and Chen Hao and his support force have successfully advanced five kilometers and arrived at the camp.

With the arrival of the second wave of personnel, the entire army advancing on the pyramids continued their advance. This time, their target was a high slope fifteen kilometers away from the pyramids. They had to establish a foothold on that slope before they could continue their advance!

The poisoned mummy is located on the rear side of the high slope. These guys are quite despicable, always hiding behind other mountains of corpses and poisoning people without their knowledge, making them hard to guard against.

The army will advance from the front to the high ground and establish a barrier there that the undead cannot easily penetrate. The Nationalist army needs to be the first to reach the rear of the high ground and eliminate this threat in advance. As long as the main force can gain a foothold on the high ground, they can retreat into the barrier. They are not forced to fight to the bitter end.

Once the goal was set, no one had any objections.

As the main force gradually approached the high ground, the National Government team, under the cover of a group of shadow mages, circled around to the rear of the high ground.

Once you cross this dusty hillside, you'll see a vast expanse of golden-green that shimmers in the sunlight.

Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it was the mummy's poisonous golden skin. This group of strangely behaving mummies were lying collectively behind the high slope, almost covering the entire sloping hillside. From a distance, it looked as if the long hillside was covered with spectacular gold and green tiles...

"Holy crap, they're a bunch of idiots!!!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed.

"I'll go first, you guys do whatever you want!!!" Chen Hao quickly possessed Xiao Yan Ji and the Spider Spirit.

In an instant, he transformed into a streak of golden-red light, soaring into the air from the hillside, his wings spread wide, shining like the rising sun.

A bow of light materialized in his hand. The bow was neither real nor illusory, but composed of seven layers of light patterns that rotated in layers, as if the hand of a god had grasped the thread of fate.

"Light Falls on Manzhang - Judgment of Ten Thousand Arrows!!"

As Chen Hao shouted, the constellation of light suddenly exploded, transforming into thousands of divine arrows of light. Each one was as hot and dazzling as a fragment of the sun, carrying a holy wave that could penetrate the poisonous miasma, and poured down on the golden-green hillside in an overwhelming manner!

The light rain came down suddenly, like a divine punishment!
The densely packed golden mummies lying on the hillside clearly did not expect someone to suddenly attack from behind, let alone that the first blow would be a destructive attack imbued with divine power.

The entire hillside was enveloped in divine light, and the golden-green mummy's body twisted, burned, and exploded violently in the light!
——Bang bang bang bang! ! !
One after another, the corpses of the poisonous gold mummies exploded, like tiles being smashed one by one, and the "poisonous gold carpet" that originally covered the entire hillside was instantly torn up!
"Ahhhhh!!"

From the distant high slope came bursts of wailing sounds, the painful roars of the remaining mummies. They tried to hide deeper into the pile of corpses, hoping to lie low again, but Chen Hao's "Ten Thousand Arrows of Judgment" had a locking attribute. Even if they hid underground, they would still be accurately pierced and their spiritual cores ignited!
Less than ten seconds—

The original hundreds or thousands of poisonous golden mummies were annihilated by the arrows of light, with more than 30% or 40% being destroyed. The remaining ones struggled and groaned amidst the debris and golden poisonous blood, no longer able to form an array.

(End of this chapter)