Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

The same scenario played out repeatedly with the other fourteen National Teams.

Before the Nationalist team members could even savor the joy of their harvest, their resources had already been seized by He An's Shadow Wolves in various ways.

The eagle eyes that roam the world of treasure hunting projected these images onto the central, wraparound main screen in the arena.

Hundreds of millions of viewers around the world witnessed this bizarre scene, and a question arose in their minds simultaneously:

"This is high-level?!"

"I need to verify the cards! There's something wrong with them!" shouted the representative from the French Magic Association.

Representatives from the other countries also stood up and loudly echoed their sentiments.

"Exactly! This captain of the Chinese national team is definitely suspicious. Even though our Egyptian team was playing like they were cheating, we still couldn't beat one of his wolf minions. If he wasn't cheating, I would have eaten him!" The Egyptian representative shouted at the referees in dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing this, the representatives of the other fourteen countries no longer cared about He An.

They all turned their heads and looked at the Egyptian representative with an extremely strange gaze.

Good grief, so you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, did it too.

I was wondering why your National University team was so strong this year; turns out they were on drugs!

Realizing he had let something slip, the Egyptian representative quickly lowered his head.

The American representative stepped forward at the opportune moment, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and came to the rescue of the Egyptian representative.

"If I'm not mistaken, he seems to be using dark magic. In the past few decades, has anyone ever had such a powerful talent for dark magic?"

Even the world-renowned Dark Lord Eisendall only had a slight talent in the Shadow Arts, and was no match for our National Team Captain.

Personally, I believe that such strength is beyond the realm of ordinary geniuses. Is he backed by the Black Vatican or the Dark Lords? Or is he a victim born from the dark magic system?

I think all these issues need to be decided by the Holy Tribunal!

The American representative spoke with righteous indignation, seemingly genuinely concerned about the fairness of the competition and the safety of the world.

"The Holy Tribunal?" The German representative frowned slightly upon hearing this.

While most people might not be aware of the situation, these high-ranking members of the Magic Association knew all too well what the Holy Tribunal was really like.

That place is full of lunatics; it's not a place for humans to live!

Moreover, if I remember correctly, the last time the genius ice-type player from the Chinese National Team was killed, it was this American representative who secretly passed a message to the Holy City.

It is said that people are still sealed in some unknown glacier.

Archmage Ian of the Holy Altar stepped forward to speak in support of He An, saying, "I think this is inappropriate!"

"A genius suddenly appears, and instead of being happy, we want to push him into the quagmire of the Holy Tribunal. Doesn't this discourage other magical geniuses?"

"I share the same view as Archmage Ian," an elderly gentleman, representing the British, stated slowly and deliberately.

"We can't always label magical geniuses as heretics, as products of magic's defiance, every time one appears. We repeatedly throw them into the Inquisition, and what's the final result?"

The old gentleman lowered his voice slightly and continued:

"The Holy City is all-powerful, suppressing all our magic associations so that they dare not resist! Do you all really think this is a good thing?"

"Over the years, the Holy City has taken many benefits from us, but it has always been perfunctory in its fight against demons. I'm afraid it has already aroused the wrath of the masses, hasn't it?"

At this point, the other representatives nodded in agreement.

The Holy City has really gone too far in recent years.

Even though all nations desperately need the help of this beacon of human magical civilization, they always seem to focus their attention on those emperor-level beings.

They euphemistically call it: eliminating hidden dangers.

However, they have wasted a lot of resources over the years, yet they have not seen them kill many emperors.

Let's not talk about the ancient king who has just been revived in the East.

Even Khufu, who lived not far from their home, was never subjected to any proper punishment.

Does such a holy city really deserve to be the leader of all the nations?

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While the representatives from various countries on the field were having different thoughts and considering their attitudes toward the Chinese team,

The national teams of the fifteen countries targeted in the treasure hunt have quietly united.

"Damn it! This He An is really going too far!" Shao Hegu, captain of the Japanese National Team, cursed angrily.

Standing beside him were the captains of the other fourteen National Government teams. They formed a circle around the fire, discussing their plan to besiege He An.

Zhelu frowned: "So what if it's excessive? We can't even beat one of his Shadow Wolves, how can we fight him?"

"Zhelu, I really didn't expect you to be such a coward," Yake from the American team chuckled.

"A person's strength is ultimately limited. The fact that He An's Shadow Wolves are so strong proves that his own strength is not actually that great. As long as we set a trap to separate him from his Shadow Wolves, wouldn't he be completely at our mercy?"

Yak proudly laid out his brilliant plan, which he had just come up with.

Yak believed that as long as a trap was set, the combined firepower of the fifteen Nationalist teams, totaling one hundred and fifty men, would be sufficient.

Even if He An were a humanoid sub-monarch level demon, he would obediently die here.

Of course, protected by the rules of the treasure hunt, he couldn't possibly die.

However, being ejected from the treasure hunt world and losing eligibility for the competition is an inevitable outcome.

Once they lose He An's protection, the remaining members of the Chinese National Government team will become lambs to the slaughter, at their mercy!

"You don't understand his power." Zero looked at Grand Duke Eileen behind him.

After seeing her nod to him, Zheluo addressed the other captains of the National Team:

"British National Guard withdraws from this operation!"

"Then you'd better be prepared to be hunted by us!" Ark raised an eyebrow, seemingly not expecting Zhelu to say this, and said with a hint of threat.

"Do whatever you want, the British National Team will not participate."

After Zhelu finished speaking, he turned and left with the members of the British National Team.

The Australian National Team is similar.

Two teams left at once, and Yak's expression wasn't good:

"Tell me, who else is leaving?"

"I have only one question: how do we get the Chinese Nationalist captain to obediently walk into our trap?" German Captain Johnson said calmly.

"Of course, we'll search for the Chinese team members and force them to come in on their own," Yak shrugged.

"He wouldn't abandon his teammates and just run away, would he?"

"Fine, then we, the German team, will withdraw," Johnson said with a hint of disdain.

He has always admired the upright and honorable demeanor of a strong person, and he would never do something like using other teammates as leverage.

"A wise choice."

Just as Yak was about to explode in anger, a clear Mandarin voice rang out from among the crowd.

The team leaders hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound.

The Chinese captain they had been discussing for so long had somehow appeared by the fire!

He was dressed in black, arriving silently like a ghost in the shadows.

"Quick! Now's the time!"

Yak's mind raced, and after stepping back a short distance, he began to draw the constellations.

The other captains and team members also reacted, forming a tacit cooperation to surround He An in the very center.

"It's your turn to leave, you idiot!!!" Shao Hegu laughed wildly, his hands radiating magical light.

He has waited too long for this day!

God knows how badly their National University team was suppressed by He An during this academic trip!

Lacking both resources and prestige!

Moreover, they have to bear the reputation of being a noob because they were easily defeated by He An, making every National Team think they can step on them!

Now, they've finally caught this arrogant guy!

"Get out of this stadium! Your China only deserves last place!" Egypt's captain, Sayed, shouted.

The undead he controlled roared, mocking He An, who was about to be forced to leave the stage, along with their master.

"Heavenly Flame Funeral!!!"

"Silent Thunder Death Ray!!!"

"The Eye of the Rock Demon!!!"

One terrifying high-level spell after another was thrown at He An, the magical light illuminating the entire area.

Faced with these spells, He An, as always, made his assessment with a blank expression:

"Your strength, like your schemes, is utterly vulnerable!"

"Bang!"

The first ball of light appeared in front of He An.

Then came the second regiment, the third regiment...

The arrogant Nationalist team members initially thought this was just He An's last-ditch effort, until the orbs of light enveloped He An at an extremely fast speed and swallowed up all their magical attacks.

They sensed that something was wrong.

"Really?!"

Shao Hegu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but did not feel wet as usual.

Instead, a sharp, cutting pain, like being cut by a knife, emanated from the entire throat.

"Are you kidding me!"

Feeling the fear emanating from the undead he had contracted with, the Egyptian captain, Sayyid, was also gripped by terror.

How did he do that?

This is completely illogical!

"The Black Vatican!" an Italian team member shouted, as if grasping at a last straw. "It's the Black Vatican!"

Yes, such strength and speed of improvement must have been cultivated by the most notorious evil force in that world!

However, this view was quickly met with a cold shower.

"Have you guys lost your minds? If the Black Vatican could cultivate such magical geniuses, would we be chasing after them?" The French team captain sneered.

"It seems your minds aren't very clear."

The German captain, Jönsson, who had already withdrawn from the battlefield, laughed:

"Take a close look at the power he has displayed! That divine power—only the Parthenon or the Holy City can wield it!"

"What can the Black Vatican compare to a mere rat in the gutter?"

Just as the parties were exchanging information, the ball of light surrounding He An continued to compress.

at last.

The magical energy exploded after being compressed to its limit!

"Bang!!!!"

A massive explosion resounded throughout the entire space, shaking this isolated world.

Far from the battlefield, Mo Fan leaped to the mountaintop, staring in astonishment at the mushroom cloud rising from the ground:

"Didn't I time travel? What the hell is this mushroom bomb?"