Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

"The Corpse of the Mountain Peak!"

Several high-ranking officials simultaneously murmured the name of the towering, mountain-like mad corpse in their minds.

The leader of the eight fallen kings, a thousand-year-old ruler who had followed the ancient king for a thousand years.

One way undead grows is by being nourished by dense death energy and malevolent energy, like alcohol fermentation; the longer it ferments, the more terrifying it becomes.

The liquor in front of us, aged for over a thousand years, is undoubtedly so potent that it would be difficult for anyone in the ancient capital to swallow.

"If the corpse of the head of the fallen king appears on the mountain peak, then the remaining eight fallen kings will soon come to assist in the attack on the ancient capital."

The gray-haired man gazed solemnly at the distant corpse peak through the fine gray rain curtain.

"Fortunately, the Skeleton King, one of the Eight Kings of the Underworld, has been killed by He An and Chief Lu Huan. Otherwise, given the current combat strength of the high-level officials in the ancient capital, we probably wouldn't have been able to hold out until all the people in the outer city were evacuated." Zhu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening slightly.

Han Ji shook his head and said:

"Councilor Zhu Meng, you may not be aware of the characteristics of the undead in the ancient capital. These eight undead kings cannot be completely killed. Even if the undead crystal is shattered, which is the most fatal injury to ordinary undead, they can still make a comeback after a long period of recuperation. And with the ancient king so eager to revive, this process will only be greatly accelerated."

As if to confirm Han Ji's words, the deafening roar of the Lord of the Underworld once again echoed from the horizon.

"Whoosh!!!"

A pair of bone wings streaked across the sky, signifying the return of the ruler who governs the undead skeletons.

"This..." Zhu Meng felt a pang of toothache.

A single corpse from a mountain peak is enough to make the ancient capital's high-ranking officials fight with all their might, and now the undead side is even distributing resurrection coins. How are they supposed to fight this?

At this point, the Eight Kings of the Dead standing outside the ancient capital were no longer just the Lord of the Underworld and the Corpse of the Mountain Peak.

The Demon Tyrant, the Red Skull Demon Lord, the Agate Corpse Lord, the Mist Demon Commander, the White Corpse King, and several others also launched attacks in several directions from the ancient capital.

Apart from the most mysterious Nine Netherworld Queen who has yet to appear, the remaining eight dead kings from all directions have come together!

This is a spectacle of the dead that the ancient capital has never witnessed in its thousand-year history!

"There is only one way left: to enter the Abyss of Evil, find the Ancient King, and stop its resurrection."

The gray-haired man looked at the eight fallen emperors forming a vast net pressing down on the ancient capital and sighed.

"Enter the Abyss of Evil?"

The people on the north city tower looked at each other in bewilderment. Sha Yuan was the tomb of an ancient king. Even a powerful forbidden spell mage might not be able to come out alive after entering such a black forbidden area.

Who would be suitable to go?

At this time, apart from Zhao Kunsan and Wang Sanpang, who were still beginner mages, the rest of the people in the North City Tower remained.

Fang Gu and Xie Sang, the two village chiefs of Weiju Village, were also brought over by Hui Bairen's men.

"The people of Danger Dwells are protected from undead attacks because they are descendants of the ancient kings, and the Abyss will open its doors to them," the grey-white man said firmly.

"The village's ancestral precepts do say that we are blessed by the gods, and even if we fall into the realm of death, we will be the most honored guests," Fang Gu said slowly after a moment of silence.

"I can go to the Abyss of Sha to atone for what I have done."

"But there aren't many villagers in the ancient capital's dangerous village, and even fewer dare to go to the Abyss of Fiends. What use could I possibly be if I went to the Abyss of Fiends alone?"

Fang Gu said with some difficulty.

"I might be a descendant of an ancient king!" Zhang Xiaohou hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and saying.

Standing beside him, He Yu tugged at his hand somewhat uneasily, only to be gently patted and comforted by him.

"I saw the gray plum blossom in Yangyang Village. When my grandfather passed away, Bo Cheng's family also had one."

"So you think you have the same ancient royal bloodline as the village of Weiju?" The gray-white man's eyes lit up.

Yes! The person who passed on the information to him was also a stranger from out of town with the bloodline of an ancient king.

"Four people—me, Fang Gu, Monkey, and Mo Fan—are enough to go in," He An said calmly as he stepped forward.

"He An!" He Yu and Zhou Min exclaimed at the same time, but they meant different things.

"Old He, you're not..." Mo Fan hesitated, not finishing the sentence, but everyone in Bocheng and a few high-ranking officials knew what he was about to say.

"It's alright." He An shook his head gently. "There's more than one way to enter the Abyss of Fiends. I have other methods, but I can't bring more people with me."

"Alright, then we'll escort you to the Abyss of Fiends!"

Elder Lingxi of the Hunter Alliance stood up and spoke with righteous indignation.

Looking at the woman, He An smiled but didn't say anything.

This woman, disguised as Salam, is probably planning to run away at any time during the journey.

But He An didn't intend to expose her; keeping her around was still somewhat useful.

After the university competition, her death will be imminent.

"Alright, there's no time to waste. Let's set off immediately!" Han Ji, now dressed in dark gold scale armor, said solemnly.

"Haha! Great! I've disliked that tyrannical demon for a long time!"

Zhu Meng laughed loudly and took the lead in flying into the sky, heading straight for the tyrannical ghost outside the west gate.

A pale bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck Zhu Meng, who was flying.

After a long laugh, Zhu Meng, clad in the Heavenly Thunder Palace Armor and wielding the Rising Sun Spear, charged out of the lightning.

"We'll fight our way through for you!" Seeing Zhu Mengchong rushing so fast, Hunter King Du Xiao smiled and stepped forward, summoning his dark blue beast to charge out of the north gate.

Li Yujian, the head of the Li family, and Shi Zheng, the presiding judge, faced off against the Red Skull Demon Lord.

They even made bets on who could kill the most undead, with the loser having to run errands for the other person in the underworld.

"Stand up." He An stood atop the north city wall, issuing the command of the Shadow King.

The entire Shadow World burst forth, completely covering the path leading to the Abyss of Sha.

In addition, He An intentionally controlled the flow of the 'Styx Lament' and several high-ranking officials of the ancient capital cleared the way.

The road to Sha Yuan is now a smooth and easy path.

"The situation is urgent, so I'll leave you here. I'll be going now."

After escorting the four to the entrance of the Abyss of Evil, Han Ji whispered something to He An, then spread his wings and rushed toward the corpse on the mountain peak.

Currently, only he and Lu Huan in the entire ancient capital are capable of fighting against the Mountain Corpse, who is the supreme monarch.

The eerie winds from within the Abyss of Evil howled in, tearing and pulling at the four people like the claws of a vengeful ghost.

"Old He, is it too late for me to go back to the city now? I might not have the bloodline of the ancient king and won't be able to enter the Abyss of Fiends. Xuexue and Xinxia can't live as widows!" Mo Fan turned around and looked at He An with a sheepish smile.

"Get down there!" He An kicked the guy in the butt, sending him flying into the Abyss of Evil.

Others may not know, but with Mo Fan's little mudfish and the remaining Earthly Sacred Spring inside, there's no way he couldn't enter the Abyss of Fiends!

If we can't enter the Abyss of Evil, then the Sacred Spring of Bo City has been wasted.

After kicking Mo Fan into the Abyss of Evil, He An jumped in after him.

Unlike the panicked reactions of others, He An, protected by the Netherworld God Realm, crossed his arms and plunged straight into the bottomless abyss of the Fiend Abyss.

"Buzz~"

The Kun Well water within the spatial bracelet emitted a shimmering blue light under the activation of the Netherworld Divine Realm, enveloping He An and protecting him from the yin winds.

Just after He An entered the Abyss of Evil, a dark figure flashed into it.

"Hmm?" He An glanced in that direction, but found nothing.

He An knew that Zhan Kong had arrived.

This instructor, one of the tragedies in the original work, still embarked on his destined path.

This time, He Anke will not let the tragedy repeat itself.

There can only be one Hades King in the Magic Dimension and the Dark Dimension, and that is He An!