Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

The North Main City Tower is located outside the North Outer City Gate.

This is the front line of defense against undead creatures, and also the position guarded by the great figures of the ancient capital.

When He An and his group arrived, there were already groups of mages scattered along the city gate tower.

Judging from the mage badges they wore on their chests, they were mostly novice mages.

"Zhao Kunsan, Wang Sanpang, you two are only beginner-level mages, so stay here for now. The rest of you come with me to the city tower." He An looked at the towering North City Tower and said to the crowd.

Zhao Kunsan and Wang Sanpang exchanged a glance. They knew that their cultivation level would only be a burden to their companions in such an important matter, so they stood still and watched the others head to the city wall.

"If someone comes to transfer you to another place, show him this and tell him that you are someone I arranged."

Before leaving, He An handed his high-level poison mage's seal to Zhao Kunsan and whispered some instructions.

"This...this..."

After receiving the chapter from the mage, Zhao Kunsan was unable to utter a single complete sentence.

Are we really the same age, with only twenty years old and both being advanced dual-system cultivators?

Just as Zhao Kun was having an existential crisis, He An had already led the rest of the group to the city wall.

"Halt! What are you doing here?"

A guard standing at the top of the stairs leading to a higher pavilion drew his demon-slaying weapon and blocked He An's way.

"We are from the Tribunal, here to provide important intelligence to the bigwigs above."

He An gazed at the end of the stairs and said in a calm tone.

The people behind them lowered their heads, afraid that the guard would notice the doubt in their eyes.

When did He An join the trial committee?

Is this the reason why he was able to become stronger so quickly?

"Fang Yuan, what happened?"

A man with a full beard and an extraordinary air descended the steps, followed by a palace guard and a military intelligence officer.

"It's Councilor He An!" Zhu Meng greeted He An, who was standing at the top of the stairs, as soon as he came down the stairs.

"Member of Parliament?!" The guard who stopped He An was startled and hurriedly bowed to He An.

"Your Excellency, I was rude just now."

This seemingly twenty-year-old young man is actually a member of the Magic Council?

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"

Upon seeing He An arrive, Zhu Meng was overjoyed and greeted him three times.

With this young master who can influence the course of the battle present, tonight will be much easier.

Undead legions? We have those too!

We also have one more Shadow Legion than you!

"With you here, I feel much more at ease."

Zhu Meng walked over to He An and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

Everyone except Mo Fan was somewhat surprised.

He An actually knows a high-ranking councilor like Zhu Meng, and they seem to be quite familiar with each other.

Moreover, that congressman actually addressed He An as a congressman?

What exactly did He An experience in the two years after graduating from Tianlan Magic High School?

How come his strength and status have skyrocketed like a rocket?

"Hehe, things might be much more complicated than you think today."

He An looked at Zhu Meng, whose face was full of excitement, and shook his head helplessly.

Ever since Zhu Meng witnessed my strength last time, he's been treating me like a savior every day.

He proposed a crisis and hidden danger strategy, and tried every means to get He An to join him, so as to use the strength of the two major legions to sweep through the hidden danger areas in the country and establish a new city.

"Congressman He An, is there any hidden information you have that we are unaware of?"

At that moment, Wu Pingjing, the chief of the palace guards, appeared and asked He An a question.

"What could be more troublesome?" Lu Xu, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Wall Army, frowned. "The fact that Sha Yuan has reached thirty kilometers from the ancient capital and is suspected of having a deceased ruler is troublesome enough. What could be more troublesome!"

"Let me explain this matter first," a slightly aged voice sounded behind He An and the others.

An elderly man with black hair and a black beard climbed the steps of the city gate tower.

It was Han Ji, the president of the Ancient Capital Bell Tower Magic Association.

Behind him were several high-ranking officials who were now in the ancient capital.

"President Han Ji, King Du Xiao, Elder Ling Xi, what brings you all here?" Zhu Meng greeted them with a puzzled look.

At this critical juncture, Han Ji should have personally taken command from the clock tower observation tower, but he chose to come to the North Gate Tower instead.

It is precisely because He An is here that, according to what the gray-white man said, he probably knows more about the calamity of the ancient capital.

"This is a conspiracy by Cardinal Salan of the Black Vatican. The Abyss of Evil will reappear and gradually drift towards the ancient capital. She wants to turn the ancient capital into an altar, an altar for the resurrection of that ancient king from a thousand years ago!" Han Ji said solemnly.

"The Ancient King?"

"Wasn't that creator of the necromancy system dead a thousand years ago? Can he be resurrected?" Mo Fan asked, frowning.

During his time at the Imperial Capital Academy, he received considerable instruction from Professor Qiu Yuhua regarding the ancient kings.

Among all this knowledge, the Ancient King is a mysterious being whose very bones and tomb cannot be found.

How could it be recovering now?

"Bo City is a preview of the ancient capital, and we suspect that Salang will kick off the grand ceremony tonight."

From the shadows of the north gate tower, a figure draped in a gray-white robe emerged and surveyed the crowd.

"According to the intelligence I have received, Salang is hiding among the high-ranking officials in the ancient capital."

"You actually doubt us? Are you kidding me?" A high-ranking member from the Li family in the ancient capital was furious.

"Alright, with a formidable enemy at hand, let's stop this pointless verbal sparring."

Han Ji frowned and interrupted, while turning his gaze to He An, who was standing to the side.

This is the only person present who might possess other classified information.

"Congressman He An, is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"Buzz!"

A black rift suddenly opened beside the high-ranking officials, and a figure dressed in a blue robe was thrown out of the rift.

"Uncle?" Mu Bai stared wide-eyed at the figure lying on the ground, head and body separated.

"Mu He?" Mo Fan looked at Mu He lying on the ground and felt a surge of joy.

Their family had been targeted by Mu He for years, so seeing Mu He in such a sorry state was naturally a relief.

"This is Mu He, whose true identity is the Grand Deacon of Tiger Ford of the Black Vatican. He is in charge of many matters related to the grand ceremonies in Bo City and the Ancient Capital," He An explained, pointing to Mu He.

"So it was him!" The gray-haired man suddenly realized.

They had been investigating Hu Jin's chief steward for years with little success, never expecting that he was actually the third-in-command of the Mu family in Bocheng!

"The key to Salang's opening of the celebration is rain, which will be mixed with the Nine Nether Dew specially refined by the apothecary."

Demons that come into contact with this potion will become violent, while the undead can walk during the day.

Although I have recovered all the Kun Well spring water in Weiju Village, there is no guarantee that Salang will not take it from other places.

The second step of the plan is the Abyss of Calamity. Salang will use a certain item to cause the Abyss of Calamity to drift step by step towards the ancient capital, until it completely engulfs the ancient capital and its millions of inhabitants, turning it into a blood pool altar for the resurrection of the ancient king.

He An began to recount Salang's scheme to the senior executives, who all gasped in shock at the end.

Salang's scheme was far too malicious; if it succeeded, the entire ancient capital would be plunged into an abyss of no return.

"But none of that matters."

He An walked to the center of the crowd and spoke in a firm voice:

"I will make this ancient capital into Song City, into Bo City, into... the next miracle!"

"Waaaaaahh ...

A death knell-like sound came from the direction of the north corner of the city.

"It's the Lord of the Underworld!" Military Commander Lu Xu quickly realized what was happening and uttered the name of this deceased ruler with a grim expression.

As the ruler of the undead, this lord of the dead was among the most ruthless of all the undead lords.

"You've come at the perfect time; I'll use you as my starting point!"

He An turned to look at the bone dragon with three heads outside the north city wall and said with a smile.