Full-Time Magister: The Failed Knight, But the Dark Angel

Chapter 87 Eight Destroyed Rulers Battle Ning Wei!

Mu Ningxue was so shocked that she remained silent for a long time.

Humans can be this powerful...?

"Ning Wei, have you already stepped into the realm of semi-forbidden spells?"

Asharuya looked up at the man surrounded by starlight in the sky and clutched her heart.

She seems to have made a very serious mistake.

Can she really catch up with Mu Ningwei and protect him?

If she had acknowledged Mu Ningwei's invincibility from the beginning, accepted his protection willingly, and been content to be the little woman behind him, perhaps many things would have been different.

"Ning Wei, why are you always so strong?"

A bitter smile touched Asha's lips.

All the mages on the city wall who witnessed the fall of the Lord of the Underworld erupted in cheers!

That man's strength gave them hope of defeating the Abyss of Fiends!

Mu Ningwei received the immense power of faith transmitted from behind him, ignoring Zhu Meng's joke, and looked down at the ground.

The Skeleton King's body was covered with many dead, decaying bones, and his broken body struggled to stand up.

Its head disappeared, its chest cavity was ripped open by the power of purification, leaving a hole hundreds of meters wide, and its aura plummeted to a low level.

But it did not die.

The Great Monarch's vitality was terrifying; as an undead being struck by light magic that surpassed his own level, he still stubbornly survived.

Even at the most critical moment, the Lord of the Corpse Demon used his body to withstand the spread of the Demon-Slaying Sword's power, allowing more than sixty of the hundreds of Corpse Demons to survive.

At this moment, the Corpse-Boned Flying Minister lifted up their king, looked at Mu Ningwei in terror, and fled backward.

Faced with this situation, Mu Ningwei chose to strike again with his sword.

He had a habit of eliminating all traces of the enemy, and after discovering that the Lord of the Underworld was not dead, he was already drawing up a new constellation.

When the Corpse-Boned Flying Minister recovered from the shock and took flight with the dying Skeleton Lord of the Underworld,

Mu Ningwei had finished the scrolling, pointed one finger to the sky, and waved it gently.

hiss-

The sky cracked open, and the pure white holy sword fell, illuminating the world once more.

Compared to the pure white holy sword with its majestic heavenly power, the rotten bone flying minister, who screamed in agony just from being exposed to the light, looked so pitiful as he futilely dragged the skeletal underworld lord away.

Nevertheless, not one of them fled; they flew one after another toward the pure white holy sword, offering themselves to their sovereign.

"Much stronger than the Silver Dome Lord and its minions."

Mu Ningwei showed his opponent the utmost respect, accelerating the fall of the Demon-Slaying Sword.

After killing more than sixty commanders, the powerful Demon-Slaying Sword dimmed slightly and fell onto its final target.

The two remaining heads of the Skeleton King gazed at Mu Ningwei with a lingering look. They did not beg for mercy or resist. They turned into ashes and vanished in the purification of holy light, leaving only three dusty pearls.

After the Demon-Slaying Sword dissipated, the sky returned to darkness.

Mu Ningwei manipulated the shadows, enveloping the gray orb and many materials dropped by the decaying bone ministers, and put them into his possession.

Besides these, the greatest gains were their essence and remnants, as well as the essence of the great monarch, the Lord of the Underworld!

"You actually killed a king who had perished in all directions."

Zhu Meng was deeply shocked and could not calm down for a long time.

The title of "Eight Dead Rulers" has been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years.

Their fame resounded throughout the world, enough to make countless mages tremble at the mere mention of their names; no one dared to face these terrifying undead lords.

Until Mu Ningwei appeared.

He waved his hand twice, and the Lord of the Underworld perished on the spot.

Perhaps in the future, a new great monarch will emerge from the Abyss of Sha, filling the vacancy left by the Lord of the Underworld.

But at least for now, and for who knows how long in the future, the title of the Eight-Directional Dead Ruler has become the Seven-Directional Dead Ruler!

When people mention the terrifying Sha Yuan Empire or the powerful Eight Directions Dead King, they will all think of this young man who is only 21 years old, admire him, and deify him, racking their brains to offer him the most respectful praise.

Zhu Meng felt that Mu Ningwei's image in his mind was about to be deified.

At the age of 21, he killed one of the eight fallen emperors and guarded the ancient capital for millions of people.

This is an achievement that is absolutely unprecedented and will never be repeated!

Even a forbidden spellcaster in his youth, even a legendary victim of divine cruelty and the chosen one, could never achieve such a glorious feat!

Zhu Meng witnessed the legend unfold up close, and his heart was filled with excitement that he could hardly contain himself. This grown man even felt his blood boil and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Congratulations, Member of Parliament."

"Hmm? Ning Wei, what are you saying?"

"Please go back and inform Chief Lu Huan to handle the affairs in the city as soon as possible and come to support us here."

Mu Ningwei looked into the distance and thought, "The real battle is about to begin."

Zhu Meng followed and looked in that direction.

The corpse on the mountain peak stood frozen in place, a grotesque, maniacal grin spreading across its cold, terrifying face. No longer slowly gathering its forces, it charged forward with tremendous strides! Charge! Charge!

The massive mountain accelerated continuously, crushing countless undead amidst the earth-shaking tremors. The death energy of these undead beings coalesced into a Netherworld Shield, which then charged toward the ancient capital!

Behind it.

Within the Abyss of Evil, one after another, strange and powerful figures emerged, leading countless, endless waves of black and white, sweeping towards the ancient capital.

Zhu Meng glanced at it and was terrified.

That extremely dense death aura was like a gaping maw of an abyss that was devouring the world, getting closer and closer to the ancient capital!

Clearly, the fact that the Lord of the Underworld had fallen had enraged the entire Abyss of Evil.

One undead lord after another leads his army to launch waves and conquer the world of the living.

In life, they were all renowned kings and nobles, and in death, they would never wish to tarnish their reputation.

Flatten the ancient capital!

Let the power of the Abyss of Evil shake the world!

Zhu Meng variant of Ice Cold.

So many monarchs, so many commanders...

Can ancient capitals really survive?

"Go, Councilor Zhumeng."

Mu Ningwei stared at the corpse on the mountain peak and whispered, "I don't know how long I can hold out."

You must be careful!

Zhu Meng's heart leaped into his throat as he frantically flew towards the ancient capital.

Damn it, Lu Huan, stop your wishy-washy search for Black Pepper Court! If you don't gather your forces soon, the ancient capital will be razed to the ground!

"Gah—!"

Just as Zhu Menggang flew to the ancient city wall, a familiar black shadow suddenly flew out in front of him.

The slender, graceful snake body soared through the clouds, like a giant dragon, brushing past his scalp, the howling hurricane slapping his face painfully.

"Xuan Snake?"

Zhu Meng, touching his bald head, laughed maniacally with ecstatic madness.

"Hahaha, the Black Serpent has arrived! Ancient Capital is saved! Ancient Capital is saved!"

"Mu Ningwei, you're a fucking genius! You even brought the Xuan Snake with you!!!"

……

Boom!

A tremendous echo reverberated throughout the heavens and earth!

The corpse of the mountain raised its shield of death energy, colliding with the scaled, hard tail of the Xuan Snake, which was whipping through the clouds. The resulting sound shattered the air. After a brief stalemate, the two engaged in a brutal close-quarters battle.

(End of this chapter)