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

Chapter 89 Sound-Based Super-Order: Death Song Demonic Sound!

The sky was deathly still.

There was a sacred realm bathed in sunlight, illuminated by the bright moon, and adorned with countless stars, where Mu Ningwei stood alone, blocking the overwhelming army of the dead and providing a final hope for the living behind him.

Suddenly.

The void rippled with clear waves, but also carried a layer of gray chill, like the cold wind blowing through a cemetery carrying sand and dust, obscuring and blurring Mu Ningwei's figure.

"Death Song Demonic Voice - Extinction Song!"

Mu Ningwei raised his arms high, took a few steps back into the air, and behind him floated semi-transparent musical notes that flew to the front of him in the air. They were like playful fish lightly colliding with each other, shooting out a series of clanging sounds that formed a high-pitched melody.

Play for death, sing praises to death!

The mournful lament of the howling wind from the mass grave, accompanied by ripples and the night breeze, swept and soothed the army of the dead ahead.

humming—

That was the sound of bones breaking.

Because just now, in a mere two seconds...

"It's complicated. Is killing this human all it takes?"

Even when terrifying super-level magic like a cataclysmic tsunami attacks, these formless beings show no fear and cannot pass through it!

One by one, the dead fell.

"You were defeated that time."

With all the junior generals dead, it was the turn of the top generals.

The Red Skull Demon Lord glared furiously at the fallen undead it protected, unleashing a torrent of killing intent.

It was the only creature present that came out in full force, bringing the entire Mist Ghost race out for training.

"Order all remaining warriors to evacuate from the sound wave range!"

It just happened out of nowhere?

Beneath the ground, the soul flames of the undead warriors, transported by the flesh-covered corpse ministers, were instantly extinguished by half!

The Mist Demon commander had little confidence in that ultimate technique, so he led his race to retreat westward, intending to hold back the weaker ones inside the western wall.

A sense of dread rose in the heart of the White Corpse King.

In just 10 seconds, more than half of its Mist Demon race died!

Death is like a virus, taking away the souls of the dead at a terrifying speed!

But unexpectedly, their elite soldiers were mysteriously wiped out right after the battle began.

The Mist Demon Commander shook his head and gave the order:

Its direct descendants are still dying. In just a few seconds, the mid-level warriors are not all dead yet, but the death of the junior warriors has ended!

The Mist Demon Commander's face was grim. "Who knows how long that strange sound magic will last? What about the undead ahead?!"

All!

The Mist Demon Commander's face turned green.

The deceased rulers looked cheerful.

In the blink of an eye, the sound waves swept across an area of ​​tens of thousands of meters and continued to travel to even more distant places.

The essence of sound magic is spatial vibration, so creating a vacuum environment is actually useful.

It is a flesh corpse, with a weak body and exquisite sorcery, but it has no means to deal with such bizarre attacks.

"Are you suggesting that once that human unleashes sonic magic to envelop the entire city wall, all your remaining troops should either be killed or forced to retreat?"

In reality, their vanguard did not bring any servants; their strongest members were all generals.

The price of having a way to break the strange sound magic was that the core force of the vanguard was almost completely wiped out, leaving only the lower-level troops at the commander level!

"What kind of magic is that!?"

The Death Song's demonic sound had accumulated within the Undead Warrior's body to the point of annihilating his soul.

The Abyss of Fiends has existed for thousands of years, and the Mist Ghost Commander only has one direct descendant race under his command.

Seeing that even the Mist Ghost Commander's all-out defense was ineffective, the Agate Corpse King fell silent as he gazed at the undead general being transported inside the fleshy mound of corpses before him.

The Mist Demon Commander was enraged. The white mist, filled with soul power, spread out, staining the space with a sinister aura and turning a section of the sky into a ghostly domain, where he defended against the eerie sound magic with all his might.

Although the attack range is extremely large, it can at most instantly kill servant-level undead and inflict damage on general-level undead.

Even the commanders panicked.

These are tens of thousands of generals and tens of thousands of servants.

Death is spreading rapidly, visibly ascending downwards based on strength as the benchmark.

They came in a menacing manner, intending to raze the ancient capital to the ground at dawn.

The White Corpse King laughed, "Naive senior from the past life, you actually missed the opportunity to weaken the corpses on the mountain peak after you arrived because of these trash."

Before all the undead warriors are dead, it will be their turn, right?

Despite the continuous sonic damage, as long as they order all warriors to evacuate in time, at most tens of thousands of warriors will suffer the same degree of injury.

"White Corpse King, Agate Corpse Lord, leave!"

"What happened?"

"Oh no, I'll leave it to them."

The highest-ranking runners will be completely wiped out, and the next-ranking generals will all perish.

The Mist Demon Commander's soul flame flickered as he held his breath and said in a deep voice:

The White Corpse King suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Mu Ningwei in the sky.

The Red Skull Demon Lord slapped it away.

The sound waves possess extremely strong penetrating and impactful power. Wherever they pass, they exquisitely shatter the flesh and bones of the dead, like countless steel needles frantically piercing back and forth, dragging the deceased into the embrace of the Iron Maiden torture device, leaving endless scars.

"Let them go slowly."

"Is this to alleviate the pressure on monks in future lives?"

In the sky, ghosts and undead will fall like a storm.

The twins, the Red Skull Demon Lord and the Ghost Lord, gaze upon Qiao Qianmei in their next life.

The Red Skull Demon Lord condensed death energy to form a barrier, defending against the retreating dead generals in the sky.

A commander-level character is completely immune to damage.

Even among mid-level warriors, there are small, regular batches of deaths in the next life!

The sound waves were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, extinguishing the soul fire of the Xiawanya warrior!

But very slowly, it stopped flying, its face extremely bright.

What kind of magic is that?!

The Death Song's demonic sound was weakened by the white mist, causing a slight ripple.

"That's terrible!"

Let alone conquering the ancient capital, it's questionable whether the remaining troops can even hold back the mages of the ancient capital!

The mist spirits defied orders and merged into the white mist, thus preserving their physical forms.

The fierce, fearful undead army was filled with terror, bound by the king's lack of orders, trembling as they awaited their demise.

The Agate Corpse Lord and the Ghost Lord responded to the command.

The magic is so weak...

The loud, demonic sound filled the air, and a hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Mist Demon Commander.

"Defense! Cute sound magic!"

Before the sound waves passed through the barrier of death energy, they were not yet detectable, but they could still cause a small number of undead warriors to perish.

Tens of thousands of undead generals also perished!

You should know that for every hundred undead, there is bound to be one ghost born.

No sooner had he spoken than the White Corpse King realized something was amiss.

Moreover, those deceased rulers also possessed the sorcery to manipulate the air!

The leader of the undead who died in recent years suggested evacuating the air and creating a vacuum environment to isolate sound waves.

"bad!"

The Crimson Skull Demon Lord's dead eyes burned with icy heat, a murderous intent surging within Mu Ningwei:

The death energy barrier successfully weakened the sound waves, but the problem with that kind of sonic magic that sacrifices its destructive power lies in its terrifying penetrating effect.

(End of this chapter)