Full-Time Magister: What kind of demonic tree is this? It's clearly a sacred tree!

Chapter 127 Parthenon

Not long after, their mentor sent them a mission. They went to a city called Pushini, which was about 200 kilometers away from Carlo. It was a small city-state in Egypt.

Upon arriving in Pushini, the city retains a touch of ancient Egyptian charm. Stone fences are still preserved outside the city, and many streets and houses are built of stone.

Egypt is home to many necromancers, but every city strictly forbids any necromancer from summoning undead unless necessary for combat. The world is mostly populated by ordinary people, and not everyone can accept the rotting, decaying bodies and grotesque appearance of the undead. If this rule were not strictly enforced, it would create a chilling feeling of living in a city with the dead.

The instructors were vague about this training mission, but based on their previous descriptions, this place in Egypt is somewhat similar to the coastal city in Japan. It's a large training ground where this group of trainees will need to stay for some time.

The instructors naturally hope that the students will come into contact with different demons, so as to cultivate their strong adaptability and coping skills!

"I think I smell something familiar!" Zhang Chen exclaimed as he entered Puxini City. "What is it? Is it good or bad?" Mo Fan immediately became alert and asked. "It smells like Xin Xia?!" Zhang Chen sensed. "That's impossible. Xin Xia went to the Parthenon for further studies; she couldn't be here."

"That's strange, why do so many people look injured?"

Walking down the street, Mo Fan noticed that people often carried injured people to some place, and this was not an isolated incident.

"Before I came here, I heard from some Egyptians that the city of Pushini was not very peaceful, and it seems that something has indeed happened."

As soon as Nan Jue finished speaking, he saw several wind-element mages carrying a white stretcher, running towards the center of the street at the speed of wind tracks.

A person wrapped in a large white cloth lay on a stretcher, with bright red blood seeping through the cloth. Due to the jolting, blood dripped continuously, falling into the cracks between the uneven street stones!

"That person seems to be missing a leg. I saw the wound; it was torn off!" Guan Yu said.

Having one's legs torn off is a pain that most people cannot endure; the uneven wounds are far more terrifying than being neatly cut off.

Furthermore, massive blood loss will inevitably lead to the rapid loss of the injured person's life.

The crowd stood at the crossroads; the injured had been transported from the other two ends of the city.

This road extends all the way to the southern mountain of the city, and about a kilometer further on, a very obvious slope appears.

This should have been a main road, but cars were clearly prohibited. The injured were being carried one after another towards the white tents with gold trim on the hillside.

The place where the mentors needed everyone to report seemed to be that area of ​​golden, luxurious tents. The golden tents were connected, forming a large venue that could accommodate thousands of people on the square of Mount Pushinan. You could see that there were Dharma Masters guarding it.

"That sign is the Parthenon!?" Nan Rongni saw the flag with a flower wheel on the top of the milky white, luxurious tent.

The entire flower wheel looks as if it has been meticulously designed. No matter which angle you look at it from, you can see similar yet opposite patterns of petals and branches. These opposite yet connected petals and branches form a complete milky white flower wheel with a golden-blue halo.

One look at this floral pattern and you know it must come from a world-renowned super organization. The floral pattern, which has a completely different luster from the background color, is a kind of anti-counterfeiting mark that is difficult to imitate!

A hint of reverence flickered in Nan Rongni's eyes, but then she seemed to remember something and glanced at Zhang Chen again.

"Ah! Good heavens, Xin Xia is really here! Commander, quickly smell where she is!" Mo Fan said, somewhat bewildered. "You're unbelievable! She's in the tent up ahead!" Zhang Chen said irritably. A gentle and mild voice came from inside the tent: "I will help you relieve the pain, but please calm down and tell me what caused your injury so that I can better heal you."

Her voice seemed to possess a certain magic, and the patient whose legs had been torn apart gradually calmed down, as if he could no longer feel the pain in his legs.

"I encountered—I encountered two Poison Gold Zombies. One of them grabbed me tightly, and the other dug its claws into my thigh. Then I passed out. When I woke up, I had been carried here."

"I know you used mind magic to make me temporarily forget the pain, but will my leg ever recover? The wounds caused by the poisonous zombie are beyond the healing of even a healing mage, let alone someone as young as you."

The injured person was a mage from the Magic Association, and he appeared very frustrated.

"I can restore you to your original state." The woman smiled slightly.

In fact, the male knight next to him frowned, feeling that this person was far too rude and clearly thought that the maid was not capable of healing him!

Don't you even look at your current situation? You should be thanking the waitress properly for surviving!

The injured monk didn't have high hopes. He just lay there, the bloodshot in his eyes still visible. He was already starting to regret it, even though it had been several years since he had fought against demons outside.

He had secured a stable job at the Magic Association, so why did he suffer such torment in the end? He vowed never to face those terrifying and ferocious earth spirits again.

As the pain in his lower body gradually spread, the injured mage began to complain.

However, before he could even berate the fact that such a trainee had been sent to treat him, he discovered that his torn wound had begun to heal!

Yes, the only word to describe the situation at this moment is growth. The damaged blood vessels, bones, and muscles are all growing and slowly connecting with the two legs that were torn off.

Milky white liquid lightly slid down from the intern's fair palm. The liquid light, carrying a holy glow and filled with life energy, made his torn legs reconnect to his body more quickly.

The injured mage stared in disbelief at his legs—

The muscles had completely healed, followed by the skin, which slowly scabbed over. When his entire legs were laid out before him, with no scars visible, the monk was utterly dumbfounded!

He held a high position in the Magic Association and had met some healing mages, but as far as he knew, it was impossible to find a mage in the entire city who could heal him. The most terrifying thing about the Poison Gold Zombies was that the wounds they created were immune to healing magic; the dense death aura would only make all the scars and breaks exist forever.

But now, his legs have healed!