Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Invisible air currents churned the clouds high in the sky.

The pitch-black sword intent, accompanied by crimson lightning that appeared out of nowhere, rushed straight towards the white giant wolf that was charging towards the pyramid.

Two black sword energies drew a cross in mid-air.

A beam stretches across the sky, tearing apart the sky and clouds!

A single wave swept across the land, crushing everything in its path!

That slash didn't distinguish between friend and foe; it only knew to charge forward with overwhelming force until it killed its target.

The Fiend Sword Death Servants, who had been guarding the pyramid and surrounded the mirage, were now falling like wheat to the Dark Sword Master's sword energy.

"The Dark Sword Master?!"

Staff Officer Fenner stared wide-eyed in shock at the black shadowy figure wielding the sword.

Her heart was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

If Staff Officer Fenner, as the highest commander on the battlefield, could still maintain basic rationality, then the rest of the high-spirited military mages inevitably collapsed after the appearance of the Dark Sword Master.

"Can anyone tell me why the Dark Sword Master appears in a mirage?"

"It's over, we're all over, the city of Pushkin is over, everything is over..."

"This isn't a mirage! This is a pyramid! We've all been fooled!"

Staff Officer Fenner surveyed the wailing military mages.

Even someone as resolute as her couldn't help but waver slightly.

There has never been a precedent of the Dark Sword Master appearing before a mirage.

They are the pharaoh's most loyal guards, who will only stay inside the real pharaoh's pyramids, blocking anyone who tries to offend the pharaoh's authority.

and……

Advisor Fenner looked toward the Dark Sword Master.

At this moment, it still sat proudly on the back of the commander-level dark ghost horse, exuding a profound aura unique to monarchs.

It is no ordinary monarch. Can the three super-level mages gathered in the city of Pushini really stop it?

Even if it were possible, the cost would likely be staggering.

"Phew." Staff Officer Fenner took a deep breath and made his final judgment:

No refunds!

They are soldiers, and behind them lies the city of Pushiny, which supports millions of people. If they retreat, the city of Pushiny will be utterly destroyed.

His mind raced, and just as Staff Officer Fenner decided to issue the order to counterattack, the Dark Sword Master's sword intent had only just arrived in front of He An.

"clang!!!"

A long, resounding clang of metal clashing echoed across the chaotic battlefield, interspersed with endless chanting that caused the undead and military mages to drop their weapons and stare blankly at the direction in front of the pyramids.

"What is that...?"

Staff Officer Fenner, who was about to issue the order, paused, looking at the black giant that had suddenly appeared between He An and the sword intent, and muttered to himself.

Its body is black, it wears a tiger skin, a rosary of 50 human skulls around its neck, and a crown of five skulls.

It has many snakes on its body, its hair is tied with snakes on its head, a large flower snake hangs down from its neck, and yellow and white snakes are wrapped around its wrists and ankles.

It has three heads and six arms, each arm holding a weapon of a different shape, and each weapon is filled with a dark divine light.

Shadow Dharma Form • Mahakala!

After crushing the Dark Sword Master's sword intent, the shadowy figure beneath the Dharma form slowly raised its head.

"Now that you have seen my lord, why do you not worship?" (Ancient Dark Language)

The dark, elusive horse snorted and shook its head, seemingly expressing its master's disdain.

"I have only one lord, Khufu, the god of the underworld! What is he anyway?" (in ancient dark language) The Dark Sword Master proclaimed.

It carries the noble blood of ancient Egyptian royalty.

An arrogant undead warrior like it can only have one master, one king, in its entire life!

Even death is no exception!

"Stubborn and unyielding." (Ancient dark language)

Mingying sighed and held the knife upright in front of him.

"Get off your horse!" (Ancient Dark Language)

With a furious roar, thousands of dark slashes emerged from the six weapons of the Great Black Heaven, crashing towards the Dark Sword Master who stood in place.

"￥@￥%#%#@……%" (Ancient Dark Language)

The Dark Sword Master uttered a series of incomprehensible ancient dark words.

Judging from its attitude, it's probably not some ancient magical curse, but rather a vulgar curse from the dark dimension thousands of years ago, condemning the Shadow's sudden attack.

It leaped from the dark, ghostly horse, unleashing countless sword energies to defend against the shadow's slashes.

The mirage pyramid remained unharmed under its protection, while the dark ghost horse and the vicious swordsman beneath it were doomed.

Without the protection of the Dark Sword Master, they could only be harvested by the endless sword energy.

The more than five hundred malevolent sword-wielding death servants that had given the military mages so much trouble vanished without a sound in the raging winds of sword energy.

"Finner, what's going on?" Shero, another high-level mage from Pushini City, arrived with a support team and asked with a frown.

Why are two Dark Lords fighting?

They even cleared out their previous targets as low-level soldiers?

Staff Officer Fenner gave a wry smile: "I'm a little confused myself now, let's just wait and see."

"Despicable Shadow Overlord, fight me! I will cut off your head for my king!" (Ancient Dark Language)

The Dark Sword Master, now free, gritted his teeth and pointed his greatsword horizontally at He An, who was sitting on Xingzhu's back.

Dark energy surged wildly from the sword, forming a huge triangle on the ground.

After the edge of the dueling arena was marked, it then climbed up to form a dark triangular prism that reached straight into the sky.

"Dark Pact!" Shero's eyes widened.

This is actually a dark contract that only exists in ancient books?

For thousands of years, even they, the Egyptians, had never seen such a thing.

How did that Chinese man manage to do it?

"A dark pact?" He An, standing in the triangle, raised an eyebrow.

He waved his hand, and a parchment-like dark contract entity appeared at the center of the triangle, flying rapidly toward him.

Taking the ancient dark contract, He An casually tore it into a clump of ashes that drifted in the wind.

"You think you're worthy?"

Seeing this, the Dark Sword Master's hand holding the sword trembled violently.

This human... actually tore apart the Dark Pact with his bare hands?

That was a treaty jointly established by the original kings of the Dark Dimension, and even its master could not interfere with it. How did this human manage to tear it apart?

As the dueling arena formed by the Dark Pact shattered, He An leaped off Xingzhu's back and walked towards the Dark Sword Master, stepping through the void.

"Your master might still be worth a fight for me." He An paused, then adopted an extremely disdainful tone.

"A dog that collects energy sources for it?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Arrogance! Ignorance!" (Ancient Dark Language) The Dark Sword Master, known as the Dog, was furious.

It raised its greatsword, no longer restraining itself, and unleashed its same pitch-black sword intent as before, seemingly without any magic, towards He An.

Ke He'an simply waved his hand casually.

Its devastating dark sword intent was like a child's random pencil doodle, which was eventually erased clean by an adult.

The sword intent slashed through the sky, but it did not cause a ripple.

"That's not how you use a sword."

He An lightly tapped with one finger, pressing down the greatsword in the Dark Sword Master's hand.

Ignoring the other party's astonished gaze, Ye Lan drew his sword.

"This is the correct way to use it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dark Sword Master's head and body were severed in two.

"%￥……*?" (Ancient dark language)

The head, severed from the body, seemed utterly shocked, letting out a series of gasps.

He An deliberately spared it a chance of survival, as he still needed it to deliver a gift to Hu Fu.

After all, China is a land of etiquette, and manners are essential.

"Go back and tell Khufu to wash that ancient corpse of his thoroughly, lest he dirty my knife."

As He An spoke, he opened a spatial portal beside him.

Inside the door was a huge pyramid.

The largest pyramid in Egypt: the Great Pyramid of Giza.

He An kicked the Dark Sword Master's head into the portal like a soccer ball, and then closed the portal.

He didn't want to hear that old bastard Khufu's incompetent and furious roar.

After the Dark Sword Master was sent away, the Mirage Pyramid also collapsed.

The once majestic pyramids vanished into patches of light in the air.

The spirits, drawn by the radiance of the pyramids, lost their purpose and returned to their underground rest.

"The war is won!" the first military mages roared, trembling, followed by waves of cheers.

On the high slope, Staff Officer Fenner silently watched the boy below, bathed in sunlight.

Before the war broke out, several high-ranking officials in China had revealed to her, both openly and covertly, some of He An's strength and status.

But she hadn't expected this young man to be so strong.