Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

unprecedented.

"I really don't know how the ancient king cultivated himself in his lifetime..."

Xu Fang heard it during the 8 AM class.

The ancient king unified six kingdoms and established an empire more than two hundred years BC.

The foundation of modern magic—Star Link—originated in the year 1 AD from the creator of the Holy City, the Heavenly Father.

It is precisely because of this that the Holy City possesses supreme power and status. Their "Heavenly Mountain" can suppress the Star Particle Connection cultivation system, causing you to lose control over the Star Particle and cutting off the source of magic.

Whether you are a transcendent being or possess forbidden magic, all beings are equal!

Later, when Mo Fan challenged the Holy City, he was already a human god of magic, but he was still suppressed and punished by Heavenly Mountain.

But the ancient king would not. If he hadn't been determined to die and chosen to commit suicide, how could the Holy City have done anything to him?

Whether it's earth-based, necromancy-based, or space-based cultivation, the ancient king always used a unique Chinese method of cultivation, but for some reason, this method was lost.

Xu Fang had heard Jiang Shaoxu say that Jiang Shaojun had previously tried to excavate ancient books in search of this lost cultivation method.

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“Look up,” Xu Fang suddenly said.

Everyone looked up and saw a layer of gray clouds covering the sky. Mo Fan said, "It's just a big cloud... Holy crap!"

He was horrified to discover that it was not a cloud at all, but a jumbled mess of mad corpse heads and demonic bodies!

"What if this collapses..." Zhang Xiaohou hadn't finished speaking when he was locked onto by several eerie gazes, and he awkwardly shut his mouth.

Wow!

It was raining in the distance. Xu Fang casually summoned several ice mirrors, and with a few condensations and refractions, he relayed the situation over there.

On the ice mirror, thick cumulus clouds collapsed layer by layer, and countless corpses fell from the sky!

"The cumulonimbus clouds are coming this way!" Liu Ru shouted.

"There's a white mausoleum over there!"

The pristine white tomb is the only pure land, and the corpse rain clouds automatically disperse as they drift by, creating an almost eerie sense of sacredness.

The group scurried over like ants, climbing up the folded, twisted white steps, where stone figures gradually appeared on both sides.

The lockdown has been lifted.

Finally! Finally! I cried!

By the way, let me share some thoughts on writing the Ancient Capital arc recently. To be honest, it was difficult to write. The Ancient Capital arc is the climax of the entire French story, but not the climax of all French fanfiction. Its charm lies in the sacrifices made by individuals, big and small, for the future of humanity. This point has already been vividly depicted in the original work, making it difficult to find a suitable entry point.

The villain Salang is no ordinary nobody. He is ruthless, cunning, and has countless trump cards. This kind of person will not be helpless and wait to die just because you know the plot in advance. He will try every means to fight back and then escape far away.

The ancient king is not a general, sub-commander, or commander as before, and the eight fallen kings are all monarchs. The battles are too high-level and are not something the protagonist can get involved in at this stage. The protagonist is just a minor character.

I also checked out other fanfiction about the ancient capital in France, and the feedback and data weren't high at all. They certainly couldn't compare to the storyline in the Nationalist Government Battle, where the protagonist could overcome obstacles with their own abilities.

In short, the author will do his best to present the catastrophe in the ancient capital from Xu Fang's perspective, and the readers will be the judge of whether it is good or bad.

that's all.

Chapter 242 has already transformed into the shape of blond hair.

As Xu Fang and his group stepped into the white palace, on the ancient capital battlefield...

boom! ! !

Zhu Meng's body crashed heavily to the ground. He tried to stand up, but the excruciating pain in his legs prevented him from even making such a simple movement.

"Councilor Zhu Meng, are you alright?" A nearby guard mage rushed over.

"we lose."

Zhu Meng's eyes were dim, and even his voice was filled with dejection.

"The Corpse of the Mountain Peak, even you cannot defeat it?" the Guardian Mage trembled.

Zhu Meng's expression was bitter.

He could no longer stand up. The fiery wings on his back were tattered and broken, and his thunder armor was completely unrecognizable. He no longer resembled a high councilor at all.

In the distance, a dark, monstrous shadow was wreaking havoc.

That's the corpse of a mountain peak!

He beat Zhu Meng so badly that he had no chance to fight back, and even lost the will to continue fighting!

"howl----!!!"

The mountain corpses moved slowly, but no matter how desperately the human warriors flew, they would eventually be enveloped by the giant hand.

boom!

The corpse of the mountain peak slammed its palm onto a hillside, shattering the mountaintop and turning the people inside into minced meat before they could even scream.

He closed his eyes in pain.

"hold head high----!!!"

The Bone Dragon in the sky opened its huge mouth and launched terrifying blue flames. Lu Huan, who was facing it, quickly used water magic to defend against it.

Although the magic was neutralized, the powerful impact still sent him flying backward.

call!

A massive black shadow flew in, and Lu Huan quickly dodged, but unexpectedly, the shadow exploded in mid-air, and countless undead burst out, rushing forward and enveloping Lu Huan's figure into a sphere of corpses.

“Uh uh uh…”

The Agate Corpse King let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh.

"You deserve to die!"

Enraged, Chief Instructor Feijiao mustered his remaining magical energy and unleashed his full power in a single strike.

"A Thousand-Foot Wind Blade - Thousand-Leaf Wind Blade!"

The wild, restless blades of wind, carrying the fury of the flying horns, charged toward the Agate Corpse King!

However···

A cloud of ghostly mist blocked the wind blades.

"Commander of the Mist Demons!!!"

Flying Horn had lost all its magic power, yet it stubbornly maintained its wings of wind, unwilling to be looked down upon by this evil lord of the dead!

The Mist Demon Commander's green eyes held a mocking glint.

Giving insects hope, and then ruthlessly crushing that hope, gives them a perverse pleasure.

As for the insects, once they've had their fun, there's no need for them to live anymore...

Ghostly mist filled the sky, enveloping heaven and earth.

"Flying Horn!"

"Flying Horn, get out of the way!"

"Chief instructor!"

Han Ji, Lu Xu, Yao Ting... these remaining high-level mages in the sky, as well as the high-level mages who suffered heavy casualties on the ground, all raised their heads at this moment, shouting angrily and helplessly.

The flying horn is unavoidable.

In the sky, Flying Horn did not dodge. The Wings of Wind took away his last bit of magic power, and his body fell freely in the air.

This chief instructor of the military magistrates, a mentor who had trained countless talented individuals, seemed to be nearing the end of his life...

Phew~~~~~

The wind is howling, as if bidding farewell to a departing friend.

Zhu Meng closed his eyes; he couldn't bear to watch the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Zhu Meng didn't hear a sound; it was as if the world had been put on pause.

He opened his eyes and was astonished to find that the flying horn had stopped in mid-air, with a person blocking its way.

His body was upright and his spirit was as deep as a mountain.

Wearing the uniform of the Central Military Command and carrying the gold rank insignia on his shoulders!

Feijiao stared at him in astonishment, his lips trembling.

"Don't cry."

"I didn't!" Fei Jiao choked out, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. "I'm just tired..."

"I'm giving you three days off, then come back and get back to work."

"Now, leave this to me."

"Look closely, this is how you use the word 'wind'!"

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Inside the Abyss of Evil.

A strange bronze mirror hangs above the white palace, like an evil eye watching over the visitors' every move.

Xu Fang and the others walked through the main gate and then through a gallery.

Along both sides of the long gallery are lithographs collected by the ancient king during his lifetime, possessing both spiritual and spatial characteristics.

After passing through the gallery, they found themselves in an empty palace.

A crystal-clear, enchanting lotus floats on the stone platform, emitting a faint fragrance when approached.

The Immortal Demon Lotus!

It is ever-renewing, immortal, and indestructible; only forbidden magic can destroy it.

This is the key to the main gate of the front hall; only by destroying it can the gate be opened.