Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"Don't worry, kid. Things are different now. With the demon invasion, we'll just unleash worker bee bombs and clear the land. Who cares about traditional hand-to-hand combat? Besides—"

He pointed deep into the Qinling Mountains, where one could faintly hear the sound of wind that resembled wailing and howling: "Whenever this kind of howling wind blows, any demons that dare to go out will be blown away by the wind until only bones remain."

"So, it's safe now?"

"It's perfectly safe. You can play cards and have hot pot at the outpost without any problem."

"Then I'll go get it?"

"You really know how to get to the point!"

The two sentries laughing and joking added a touch of warmth to the Qinling Mountains, where strange winds raged.

However, at this moment.

"Why do I feel the ground shaking a little?" the veteran said, frowning.

"It's a whirlwind," the recruit said casually.

"wrong!"

The veteran stood up abruptly and gazed into the distance.

To get a wider view, all the trees in the area were cut down, and the veteran could vaguely see a cloud of yellow dust rising up.

But before he could see clearly, the sand and dust were shredded and swept into the wind.

"How about I use a worker bee to scout it out?" Seeing his serious expression, the new recruit didn't dare to joke anymore.

"Worker bees can't work properly in the wind... Go find some mages for help, both wind and earth magic, quick!"

Soon, several supporting mages arrived, including a high-level wind mage.

"Let me take a look from the air," the wind mage said.

"But what about the wind..."

"I will be wearing my armored magical artifacts, and Suofeng won't be able to do anything to me for a while. He'll be back soon."

The wind mage gave a word of advice, activated his mental imprint, and a set of military mage-style armor and magic tools was put on his body.

"Wings of the Wind!"

Wings rose from his back, and the wind mage flew out of the outpost, climbing higher and higher.

The wind attacked him from all directions, sounding like weeping, which was particularly eerie.

These winds not only make it difficult for people to walk, but also have a strong erosive force, causing people's skin to crack inexplicably.

Even wearing the armored magical artifacts, he was still struggling to cope, so he quickly released a water shield around his body, which allowed him to catch his breath.

Through the protective shield, the wind mage gazed into the distance.

There isn't one here.

There isn't one here either.

Over here...

His body suddenly froze, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he even reached out and pinched his thigh hard.

After finally confirming that it wasn't his imagination, his body began to tremble violently.

"How about it?"

When everyone saw him come down, they quickly asked him what was wrong.

"Undead...so many undead, where are the light...light magic mages?"

“I’m here!” A mid-level light mage quickly approached.

"Launch the Radiance, raise the alarm!"

How many?

"Three!"

"what?"

Everyone was stunned. Three beams of light rose into the sky, representing a blood-red alert!

A blood-red alert has been issued. Commander-level demons are attacking the city. Thousands of demons and numerous warriors are under attack, signifying that humanity is about to suffer heavy casualties.

Moreover, if this Blood Alert can startle a high-level mage like this, it must be even stronger, only a monarch-level undead away from the Purple Alert!

303 has been unsealed.

303 has been unsealed? Holy crap, I didn't receive any notification. This is so sudden. The problem must be the incomplete diplomatic friction.

Chapter 308 Slaughter, Undead Army!

Bang!

Bang! !

Bang! ! !

The dense and orderly sound of footsteps echoed in the forest. The terracotta warriors, holding weapons and wearing heavy armor, stood like a shield, forcefully cutting through the wind.

In the distance, at a human outpost, a group of high-ranking mages watched nervously through the night.

Should we make a move?

"No, wait a minute."

"Their target doesn't seem to be us, so let's not make any rash moves."

The terror of the undead is never limited to the strength of their top combatants.

For humans, the horde of the undead, like a flood, is even more terrifying.

Unless the undead crystals hidden deep within their bodies are crushed, such beings are immortal.

After they are defeated, the undead may suddenly rise up at any time, or even several undead corpses may be pieced together to form an even more bizarre and powerful entity.

The human mages who die will turn into undead the following night, and the more they are killed, the more there will be.

Boom boom boom!

The footsteps grew louder and louder, and the immense pressure made the human mages breathless.

The spirits along the way all turned their gazes toward the living, their eyes revealing a longing for life.

"I'm going to kill them!"

One of the younger, high-ranking mages, unable to bear the torment of the deathly silence, roared and tried to rush out, preferring to fight these guys to the death.

"Calm down!"

His companion pulled him back in time: "They're not targeting us. We absolutely mustn't start a fight! Stay calm! Stay calm!"

"grass!"

The young monk cursed loudly.

A hundred ghosts roam the night, their shadows numerous.

"Report!" The communications soldier quickly climbed onto the lookout tower of the outpost.

"speak!"

"News from Outpost Five: The first wave of undead is attacking the patrolling Feathered Demons!"

"Feathered Demon?"

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

Since the arrival of the Abyss of Fiends, there has been constant friction with the surrounding demons, but there has never been any enmity with the Feathered Demon Clan who soar in the sky.

"Get me Wang Juntong's contact and keep a close watch on these undead. Send a message every half hour... no, every ten minutes!"

"Yes!"

The dead exist only in the night.

The reason why the undead appeared can wait until the sun rises; for now, their task is to defend and monitor!

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"The patrolling winged demons are not very strong. When they encounter outsiders, they never take the initiative to attack. Instead, they constantly use this kind of call and hover around to send signals to other winged demons in the vicinity."

Jiuyou said, "By doing this, they will not only summon other patrolling feathered demons, but also attract other, even more powerful demons."

A hint of disdain flashed in her beautiful eyes. What need is there for such a lowly race that only relies on and parasitizes the strong, and lives on scraps and meat scraps after others have enjoyed them?

"Archers fire a volley, then the flesh-covered ghouls clear the way and advance quickly," Xu Fang commanded calmly.

Donning his armor, he was no longer the carefree man he usually was; his tone carried an undeniable authority.

Before him was a suspended silver crystal mirror, reflecting the situation at the front lines.

The kneeling archer figures looked up, and accompanied by a solemn, orderly sound, their bows and arrows all pointed towards the sky.

Whoosh whoosh!

A volley of shots.

The patrolling winged demons let out a shrill scream. In the dense rain of arrows, they had no space to hide and were forced to fly upwards.

However, the winds above showed no mercy to these fleeing weaklings, howling as they tore their bodies apart!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fleshy ghouls surged to the front of the procession with heavy steps.

The Qinling Mountains are particularly steep. Before we had gone very far, the mountain path turned into a suspended plank road.

The inside of the mountain is a thick, majestic mountain body, while the outside is a steep cliff and deep valley, with the howling wind always whistling past your ears.

Some weaker creatures simply cannot survive in such a place and could be blown off the cliff by the wind at any time.

Such a narrow road is also a considerable obstacle for the undead army.

Countless bubbles suddenly swelled up on the body of the fleshy mound ghoul.