Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Dakar, the westernmost city in Africa.

This is the westernmost point of the African continent. Further west lies a boundless ocean dotted with a few scattered islands.

It was nearly evening, and the sun was inevitably heading towards its end.

Perhaps it was because there was no obstruction from the ocean in front, or perhaps for some other reason.

Its movements appeared exceptionally slow, like those of an elderly person in their twilight years.

However, He An, who was sitting by the sea fishing, clearly had plenty of time and patience.

He sat there motionless in the afterglow of the setting sun, holding the fishing rod with both hands, like a breathing statue.

"What is the significance of what the king is doing?" Mingying asked softly, standing on a reef a dozen meters behind He An.

In his view, He An's strength was more than enough to easily tear through space and bring out the divine eye that symbolized the authority of the gods.

But now he sits on the shore like a meditating old monk, fishing and waiting for the moment mentioned in those words.

This is behavior he cannot understand.

It is a meaningless and time-wasting behavior for the strong.

The female ghost standing beside him, dressed in ancient clothing, smiled and said, "So the king is the true king."

"Perhaps in the eyes of such powerful individuals, they would disdain to use their power in such a place."

"Waiting is also a kind of wisdom." Jiuyouhou stared blankly at the back of the person wearing a black T-shirt.

Suddenly, the figure stood up. Although he made no other movements, it seemed as if endless light emanated from his body.

"Queen of the Nine Netherworlds".

An extremely young, yet remarkably magnetic voice rang out.

"How is the situation in Egypt?"

As the young man's voice rang out, Jiuyouhou's previously nonchalant expression immediately turned serious.

"My king, the disarray of the Tower of Hundreds in Egypt far exceeds our expectations; those old mummies are like strangers who haven't been in contact for thousands of years."

"In fashionable human terms, they're a bunch of shut-ins who, under the leadership of the other seven monarchs, have swallowed up half of the Tower of Babel in Egypt, and they haven't reacted at all."

The more Jiuyou spoke, the more puzzled she became.

She couldn't understand why Egypt's undead empire could be so loosely organized.

In the ancient capital, even if there were other undead rulers who did not submit to the Old King's rule, the overall communication of information among the undead leadership was very rapid.

If anything threatens the Undead Empire, the other Undead rulers will also respond.

In Egypt, these ancient mummies, who have lived for thousands of years, seem to have a deep-seated hatred for each other and never interact with one another until their deaths.

This allowed the Seven Deadly Kings to advance at an astonishing speed; in less than half a month, they had already swallowed half of the Tower of Egypt.

That is, half of the Egyptian Undead Empire in a broader sense!

If the local people who have suffered under the pyramids for so long knew about Hean's heroic deeds, they would cheer for him next to the Great Pyramid of Giza, even at the risk of death.

This astonishing speed once led the Eight Kings to believe that Khufu and his forces must have amassed a large army in one of the pyramids, just waiting for them to step into the trap!

Only after sweeping through the remaining pyramids with overwhelming force did the Eight Kings of the Underworld, who had begun to doubt the existence of the corpses, finally confirm:

These Egyptians are just fucking brainless!

"Hmm." He An nodded, acknowledging the work done by the Eight Directions Dead King over the past two weeks.

They could no longer be expected to continue advancing at this pace for the latter half of the pyramid.

Even the most foolish and poorly informed pharaohs will eventually realize what's going on, and a direct attack would be pointless then.

The national teams have basically completed their training and obtained enough national pavilion tokens, and are now setting off for the final battlefield, Venice.

Once the battle for the National Government is over and Parthenon's blessing is finished, the Egyptian battlefield will be nearing its end, with only the final battle between him and Khufu remaining.

"Maintain this offensive for now. Once the enemy reacts, don't engage them head-on. Just keep sending out small groups to harass them. Don't force Khufu and those two sub-emperors out; you can't handle them."

"Yes." Jiuyou nodded obediently and wrote down He An's arrangements one by one.

After that, she would have to convey He An's will to the other seven deceased rulers.

He An narrowed his eyes as he looked at the giant fireball that was gradually sinking into the sea: "It's about time, let's go in."

He raised his right hand and made a hollow circle.

The setting sun and the sea surface intertwine in a circle, each occupying one side.

"At the moment when light and darkness intertwine, light is hidden between shadows."

He An silently recited in his heart, waiting for the moment when light and darkness intertwined.

Soon, the sun disappeared completely beneath the sea, leaving only a lingering glow intertwined with the shadows on the surface.

He An seized the opportunity and made his move. One after another, magical runes appeared, guiding the afterglow of the sun to converge in one place according to his wishes.

An ancient sun totem slowly emerged from the shadows on the sea.

At the center of that totem, a tiny, miniature city phantom floats on the waves.

Amontet, the land where the sun sets!

Just as He An was about to enter, shouts of battle came from Amontit, causing him to frown.

He waved his hand above the city, and a silver-white spatial image appeared in front of him, displaying everything in Amontit.

He An first glanced at the Blazing Sun Eye, which served as the sun above the city, and then focused all his attention on the fierce battlefield below.

This is?

Dark creatures?

He An looked at the dark creatures that were eyeing the city with predatory intent with some surprise.

They emerged from several tiny spatial rifts outside Amontit and surrounded it completely.

"The aura of the Dark King's authority." He An felt the excitement of the authority within the Poison Star Sea, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Behind this lies the scheme of a dark king!

He An's mood became somewhat excited.

One of the conditions for becoming a high-ranking emperor in the dark plane is probably to seize the power of the other dark kings.

Whoever stands behind this will only become his enemy and resources!

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Amontité, on the city wall.

The city guard was almost wiped out.

These damned dark creatures have besieged Amontit for three whole years!

If it weren't for the constant assistance from above by the Blazing Sun Eye, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold out for even three hours on their own against these seemingly endless dark creatures.

Now, this city has finally met its inevitable end.

It no longer had any power to resist these dark creatures.

"I cannot tolerate you vile creatures trespassing on my homeland and my people!"

"Absolutely not! Absolutely not!!!"

"ah!!!!!"

City Guard Captain Seralion wiped the blood from his face, veins bulging on his neck, and roared, the dark purple lightning in his hand roaring along with its master!

That was a inherited domain soul seed, and its powerful lightning was enough to annihilate any dark creature here.

But there were just too many dark creatures covering the mountains and plains, and as time went by, Seralion had completely lost its last bit of strength.

He lay on a pile of corpses, his muscles aching all over, and even the magic system in his mental space was too exhausted to respond to his requests.

Those dark creatures may be crossing over his body and slaughtering his brethren, but he is powerless to stop them.

so tired.

Seralion thought, his vision blurred.

Where is this place?

It's so cold, is this hell?

Just as he was losing consciousness, a gentle yet resolute young man's voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"Stand up!"