Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

Judging from the ancient scrolls, the ancient king was wearing a black armor robe when he ascended to heaven, and the clothes of the person in front of us match the historical scrolls passed down over the long years.

Could it be that he has really woken up?

Standing atop the mountain peak, Xu Fang looked down upon countless living beings, the dead and the fallen.

Swish!

A green figure appeared not far from him, its powerful aura belonging to a forbidden spell stubbornly resisting his deathly aura.

Jiang Chong was prepared to fight to the death.

The ancient king has been resurrected, and the power of this earthly emperor and lord of the Eastern undead is beyond his reach.

Even with Lao Feng's help, the two of them still couldn't win.

But he had to go, because he was a military mages!

However, the armored emperor did not launch an attack, nor did he even exchange a simple glance with him. With a cold turn, he left everyone with an utterly isolated and lonely figure.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!"

As he turned around, the corpse of the mountain seemed to receive some command, turning its body and taking large strides towards the outskirts of the city.

The Mist Demon Commander transformed into a wisp of black mist, following in the king's footsteps.

The Ghost King dragged away half of the Skeleton Dragon and the Agate Corpse King, whose blood flowed like a river.

As the eight kings departed, countless corpses, skeletons, and terracotta warriors receded like a tide, none daring to linger.

“It’s dawn,” a surviving military mages murmured.

"We won! We won!"

"They're all gone, not a single spirit remains!"

"Long live the ancient capital! Long live the ancient capital!"

On the horizon, the first rays of dawn broke the silence of the night, and the long-awaited sunlight bathed the earth, making all the battles rejoice!

"Look at the Abyss of Evil!"

The hell furnace that had been sitting on the ground suddenly began to spin, and then disappeared without a trace.

The demon Mo Fan, with his sharp eyes, keenly spotted a silver vortex on the ground.

After rushing over, I realized that there were two figures.

"Head Instructor! A monkey!?"

They slowly woke up, their minds still a blur.

"Are you all alright?" Mo Fan asked anxiously. "Where are Huang Mao and Liu Ru?"

"Brother Fang?" Zhang Xiaohou was stunned for a moment: "I remember we went through the spatial passage, found the Blood Throne, and then the space fluctuated, and I passed out."

The same applies to Zhan Kong; his memories are frozen on the Blood Throne.

Chapter 247 The matter in the ancient capital is settled, and a reward is given.

The battle took place outside the North City. Apart from the casualties, the biggest loss to the ancient capital was a section of the defensive wall, which the super-level mage could repair quickly.

The undead have also disappeared. The hunter mage once sent people to search for them, only to find that the tombs were all empty.

For a moment, the higher-ups didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Their unique industrial chain relying on the undead has been completely severed; those who would have died didn't die, but instead became unemployed.

Going forward, we can only seek economic transformation, which will inevitably involve growing pains.

Of course, having experienced such a disaster, the surviving residents of the ancient capital will surely unite as one.

Chief of Staff Feng sent an urgent message to Jiang Chong, who rushed back and discovered that the vanished Abyss of Evil had appeared in the vast Qinling Mountains, where the spirits of the dead were engaged in a fierce battle with the demons of the Qinling Mountains…

The two forbidden spellcasters looked at each other in silence, only their expressions becoming chaotic in the wind.

at the same time.

Within the evil abyss.

Xu Fang sat on the Blood Throne, while Liu Ru leaned against him, her red lips kissing his neck.

After a long while, their lips parted, leaving two small bloodstains on them.

Xu Fang's paleness gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

"It's truly amazing that this method can actually resist the corrosive effects of the armor on the body..." Empress Jiuyou, dressed in a white palace gown, chuckled. "However, it's a pity that the corrosive effects on the soul cannot be avoided."

Xu Fang said calmly, "You should call me Your Majesty."

"Only when you put on your armor are you truly His Majesty," the Nine Netherworld Queen whispered seductively. "If you ask me, why don't you commit suicide now and completely merge with the armor?"

"hehe."

Xu Fang was too lazy to pay attention to the female ghost.

Throughout this catastrophe in the ancient capital, Xu Fang never saw Jiu You Hou's figure.

But he believed that this guy must have played a role in it.

"Think about it. Isn't this little sister next to you a spirit of the dead? To be honest, she gave me quite a fright just now," Queen Jiuyou said with a smile.

She erased Zhang Xiaohou's and Zhan Kong's memories.

This female ghost is all talk and no action; she doesn't acknowledge Xu Fang's position verbally, but in reality, she considers everything carefully.

In her words, living people—especially living men—are untrustworthy.

If you want them to keep the secret, the best course of action is to kill them and make them your own ghost.

Even if Xu Fang doesn't allow her to kill, her memory must be erased to prevent Xu Fang's identity from being revealed and causing uncontrollable consequences.

Just as she was about to make a move against Liu Ru, she discovered that the other party was a vampire, which surprised and delighted her.

It seems this new king isn't so difficult to get along with after all. Although his strong light attribute makes her a little uncomfortable, at least they're compatible in terms of their XP (sexual desires), and he doesn't mind it at all, which is great.

Xu Fang, unaware of the terrifying and explicit thoughts swirling in the mind of this thousand-year-old female ghost, commanded:

"While I am away, you shall restrain the undead legion and forbid it from harming humans. You may kill the Qinling demons at will, which should satisfy their bloodthirsty nature."

"I understand."

The Queen of the Nine Netherworlds responded sweetly, without the slightest resistance; the charm between her brows was intoxicating.

Xu Fang waved his hand, and a silver vortex appeared in front of him.

"Let's go."

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Outside the ancient capital, people were cleaning up the battlefield.

"Found them! Found them!" the patrolling mage exclaimed excitedly. "Quick, where are the healing mages...? None? Then hurry and send them back to the ancient capital!"

Xu Fang and Liu Ru were sent back to the Clock Tower Magic Association, where they met the group who were recovering from their injuries.

"Yellow Hair, I knew you'd be alright!" Mo Fan punched Xu Fang, but it aggravated his own wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"Brother Fang, how did you escape from the Abyss of Evil?" Zhang Xiaohou asked.

"I don't know either. I fainted when I saw the Blood Throne. When I woke up, the battle was over, and I was brought back by the patrolling mages outside..." Xu Fang said, "By the way, where is Sha Yuan?"

"It drifted away through space and drifted into the territory of the Qinling demons."

An aged voice rang out, and Han Ji strode over, a genuine smile on his face:

"Although it may not be the right thing to say... I'm so glad to see you're still alive. On behalf of all the people of the ancient capital, I thank you for your contributions!"

"You're too kind, President." Xu Fang said with a smile, "I'm just that kind of selfless person. Unless you insist on giving me an award or commendation, I will never accept it."

"Hahaha."

Han Ji laughed: "That's really unfortunate. If you don't accept the reward today, I won't let you leave!"

Without these young people, the ancient capital would probably have withered and perished amidst the drifting dew of the Netherworld.

It's no exaggeration to describe them as my saviors!

He first looked at Mo Fan: "We've investigated, and you're still two recommendation votes short of joining the National Team. Our Ancient Capital will provide those two votes. As for your demonization, for security reasons, we need to keep it a secret for now."

"Good good!"

Mo Fan's mouth was practically splitting open from laughing.

Previously, the Lingyin Tribunal had given him one as a token of gratitude for helping him escape with the snake. He was worried about where to find the remaining two tokens, and now they had been delivered right to his door.

Han Ji nodded with a smile.

Originally, the ballots were meant for Xu Fang, but he didn't need them at all, and there were plenty of other people he wanted to give them to.

"Furthermore, just name whatever cultivation resources you want!" Han Ji said generously.

Mo Fan was about to speak, but after thinking for a moment, he looked at Xu Fang again.

Xu Fang pondered for a moment and then said, "I want the copy of 'Gan Shi Xing Jing' from the Ancient Capital Museum."

"The Gan Shi Star Classic?" Han Ji was taken aback; he hadn't expected this answer.

Beside him, Mo Fan, who was ignorant of the law, took out his phone and started looking it up.

The Gan Shi Xing Jing is an astronomical book written during the Warring States period, which tells how to "communicate" with stars using one's own magical powers.

During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, a hundred schools of thought contended, and countless cultivation methods emerged.

This book, "Gan Shi Xing Jing," would be equivalent to a high school elective course in magic if converted to modern terms.

This is also one of the few books that survived the ancient king's "burning of books".

"Is it not allowed?" Xu Fang asked.

“It’s not that it’s impossible, but this book is meaningless to you,” Han Ji said. “The Gan Shi Xing Jing was used by the ancient kings and their generation for cultivation. Its operating method is very different from the current magic system. Where would you find a magic system to cultivate?”

Star Link is currently the only mature cultivation method.