Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

The next morning.

He An had just finished his morning exercise and entered the hotel lobby when he heard Mo Fan's voice.

"What? Croatia? Isn't there a plague outbreak there?" Mo Fan frowned deeply as he listened to the girl's story on the other end of the phone.

Croatia, where the plague broke out, is not far from Venice, where the university competition is being held. For this reason, Venice imposed martial law on its borders early on, determined not to let the plague affect the university competition.

As for the severity of the plague, it prompted the elusive National Government mentors to come and issue a stern warning to the National Government team members.

Mo Fan privately inquired with Dean Song He, and it seemed to be even more serious than the Songcheng plague he had personally experienced!

"Is the Parthenon out of its mind? What are their great sages doing? When a major battle comes, a bunch of generals cower in the back, while they push a lowly soldier like you to the front lines to fill the gaps?"

"Brother Mo Fan, I actually applied for this mission myself," Xin Xia's soft voice rang out. "I wanted to help them."

"You applied and they approved it? After this mission is over, you can come back to China with me, have a few children, Xia and Mo Fan, and you and Xue Xue can take care of the kids. Why do you have to put up with their nonsense!" Mo Fan replied domineeringly.

Unfortunately, his domineering aura vanished in less than a minute.

As soon as the phone call ended, Mo Fan slid down to He An's knees and began massaging his thighs while he was eating breakfast.

"Old He, Brother He, your sister, also your sister-in-law Xinxia, ​​has been thrown into Croatia, a country plagued by plague, by those inhuman bastards from Parthenon. Look..." Mo Fan's eyes were full of anticipation.

He's not that stupid to let him go to plague-ridden Croatia on his own.

He has six magic types, all of which are offensive, with none of them being healing-oriented.

Aside from the armor forged from the scales of the Xuan Snake totem, his resistance to the plague might not even be as good as Xin Xia's.

"Get ready, we're leaving right away," He An said, pointing to Mo Fan's disheveled pajamas.

He had just gotten so excited after receiving a call from Ye Xinxia that he started yelling, and was chased to the hotel lobby by Zhao Manyan from next door.

"Received!" As if receiving a royal decree, Mo Fan jumped up and rushed towards his room.

He An quietly pondered as she watched Mo Fan's retreating figure:

Croatia.

The plague here is no ordinary plague; it is related to the Red Devils.

"This is really something to look forward to!" He An's eyes lit up slightly.

The Condensed Evil Pearl, taken from the Eastern Guardian Pavilion, had already been transformed into the Condensed Nether Pearl, which hung at the top of the Netherworld Space, absorbing energy.

However, the best source of abundant energy is still the Crimson Demon, which comes from the same source as the Condensed Evil Pearl.

He An suspected that this might be related to the power and authority fragments of the Evil Saint King on the Red Demon's body.

"Speaking of the position of Evil Saint King," He An stared at Mo Fan's room.

Mo Fan currently does not bear the mark of the Red Demon, and He An is certain that none of the Dark Kings' actions in the mortal world can escape his notice.

Perhaps it was because his arrival changed everything that the Red Devils changed their target after a short time?

Just as He An was pondering, Mo Fan packed all his things and came to him.

"Old He, I'm all packed. When are we leaving? By plane? Do we have tickets now?"

"Just go." He An casually opened a spatial portal to Croatia, leaving Mo Fan dumbfounded.

"Wait, how come your spatial portal is even more powerful than mine, a spatial mage? Even Ai Jiangtu probably doesn't have that ability, right?"

He An smiled slightly. This is how cheating works; no explanation is needed.

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"No, Lao He, where have you brought me?" Mo Fan looked at the seaside prison in front of him with a black line on his face.

"Didn't we come to Croatia to find Xinxia and help her?"

Shouldn't the first step in helping to resolve the plague be to go to the epidemic camps and examine the symptoms of those infected and isolated patients?

What the hell is this prison?

He An shook his head and explained, "If it were an ordinary plague, your idea would be correct, but this time it's different."

"Damn it! I knew Xinxia had been sold out again!"

After hearing his explanation, Mo Fan instantly understood that there was more to the story behind the epidemic, and he angrily cursed the high-ranking officials sent by Xin Xia from the Parthenon Temple.

"So what should we do now?"

"Of course, we need to address the source of the epidemic," He An said matter-of-factly, kicking the large iron gate at the prison entrance flying open.

Open the door! Justice will be served!

All He An needs to do is lure out the little red devil. What could be more attention-grabbing than kicking down your front door?

Sure enough, as the prison alarm sounded, a group of prison guards quickly came out of the prison and stared at He An warily.

He An immediately spotted one of the many prison guards.

Prison guard Mogno, the little red devil.

He seemed to realize that He An's target was him, and his whole body stiffened slightly.

The next moment, he started running desperately, heading towards the innermost cells of the prison.

Once I reach that place, I will be invincible!

"Mogno?"

"Mogno!"

The other prison guards who were bumped by Mogno were completely bewildered. Why was he running back?

Could it be that the person who kicked down the door came looking for revenge?

He An didn't rush to catch up, letting the little red demon collect the scattered energy and convert it into his own strength, which saved him a lot of time.

"Click click click!"

After He An and Mo Fan entered, the huge gate deep inside the prison slowly closed.

A massive piece of cold iron isolated them from the outside world.

"You have a lot of courage, but courage isn't everything." Prison guard Mogno walked out from the depths of the cell.

At this moment, he was covered in dark red evil energy, and he had completely begun to transform into a red demon.

"You don't need to waste time chatting with us," He An interrupted him directly.

Mogno's breath hitched slightly; his Crimson Demon transformation was indeed one final step away from completion.

He An was much faster than he had imagined, and the arrangements he had made in the previous cells had no effect whatsoever!

"Heh." Mogno sneered, "Don't always be so clever. Let me show you just how powerful I really am!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, the iron cage below was smashed open, and prisoners with tentacles on their backs rushed out, heading straight for He An and Mo Fan.

"It seems this is the limit you can achieve." He An shook his head with some regret.

He had hoped that the well-prepared Little Red Devil could bring him even more surprises.

"Fine, then I'll send you on your way!"

"I was born from the purest evil, how could you possibly kill me?"

The little red demon had taken the final step, its face, no longer recognizable as human, roaring at He An.

"Really? Then let's give it a try?" He An raised an eyebrow, and a sea of ​​blood-black stars spread out beside him.

The modified Condensed Nether Pearl slowly rose into the air, its blood-black light emanating from it and enveloping the entire cell.

"What...is this?" The little red demon was horrified to discover that its evil power was rapidly draining away and surging wildly into the bead.

"A little gift called death, please don't be shy." He An smiled and stepped forward, crushing the last stubborn piece of evil energy with his shoe, completely eliminating it.

"Old He, this..." Mo Fan, who had witnessed everything, hesitated before speaking.

"It's over. Go back and be with Xinxia."

He An nodded to him and then disappeared into the prison.

"No, just let me out!"

Looking at He An's vanished figure, and then at the heavy, cold iron gate, Mo Fan let out a powerless wail.