Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 28 The Disaster Ends

As dusk fell, most of Bocheng was still shrouded in a misty rain.

The setting sun, burning with its remaining light, pierced the dim horizon, casting its slanting rays upon this troubled city.

At the end of the sunset, a large flock of snow-white eagles, bathed in the dim light, flew towards Bo City, with a mid-level mage standing on each eagle!

The three leaders even unfurled two pairs of azure wind wings behind them to clear a path for the Sky Eagle Force!

It's reinforcements!

Reinforcements have finally arrived!

Surprisingly, there were even three high-ranking mages leading the team. It seems that Zhan Kongjiang and He An also submitted the information about the Black Church to the military leadership.

Upon receiving the report of Zhan Kong, the military must have been furious, which is why they dispatched such a powerful reinforcement.

Upon entering Bo City, the Sky Eagle Mages immediately dispersed in their pre-trained formations, sweeping away the powerful demons who still dared to swagger around the city.

The demons in the wild have been completely intercepted by the Snow Peak Mountain Post Station, and the passages in the city have also been completely cleared thanks to the efforts of He An and the city's demon-hunting team.

The scattered mages in the city were brought together and began sweeping away the remaining demons in the nooks and crannies.

The entire city of Bocheng has entered a major cleanup phase.

The three high-ranking mages leading the way headed straight for the Winged Wolf atop the Silver Trade Building.

The nine snow eagles that once flew there are now all gone, with only a pair of azure wind wings still struggling to hold on, occasionally unleashing a red fire spell at the massive body of the Winged Wolf.

"The Frozen Coffin!"

"Heavenly Flame Funeral!"

"Light rained down, covering the ground!"

With three angry shouts, three high-level spells of different colors were unleashed by the arriving military mages, and the wolf slammed into the body of the Winged Wolf!

This time, the enraged higher-ups issued a death order:

Winged Wolf, kill him!

"He Yu, I want to become stronger—I want to be like them! To have the strength to protect you, Fan Ge, He Ge, and the others during such a disaster—"

In the realm of peace, Zhang Xiaohou murmured as he watched the high-level wind mage flying overhead.

Only by becoming stronger can I protect those I want to protect.

"I'll stay with you." The girl nestled quietly in his arms.

Wherever he wanted to go or what he wanted to do, she would accompany him.

"Xinxia!" Mo Fan called out happily as he looked at the girl who was anxiously waiting for something not far away.

"Brother Mo Fan!" The girl smiled when she saw the person she had been waiting for return.

"Why are you crying? Your brother's still here, isn't he?"

Mo Fan gently stroked Ye Xinxia's hair, his eyes reddening as he embraced the girl, greedily inhaling her scent.

That's the taste of happiness, and the taste of home.

Mo Jiaxing and Mo Qing, who had returned from fetching water in the distance, smiled as they watched this scene.

"Dad, Mom!"

Not far from Mo Fan's tent, Xu Zhaoting excitedly rushed towards the two people outside the tent, threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried like a child who hadn't grown up yet.

He thought he would never see them again!

Stripped of his genius aura as a beginner-level awakened lightning elementalist, he was just a useless nobody who barely awakened at the same time as Mo Fan.

It was his family's support that allowed him to persevere until he awakened his magic.

Scenes like this are playing out everywhere in Anjie, where separated relatives and friends reunite and talk about life after surviving the ordeal.

"Mom, I shouldn't have done that before." The middle-aged man apologized to his mother with shame.

"Honey, I think we can talk about this again, okay?"

The young couple, who had been going through a divorce battle for three months, embraced each other tightly. At that moment, nothing else mattered except each other.

"Honey, I shouldn't have forced you to study so much! If we can go to a magic high school, great; if not, being an ordinary person is fine too."

The mother, who had been forcing her child to study relentlessly, held her newly found child in her arms and wept.

She personally sent her child to the tutoring class. Fortunately, the child is fine; otherwise, she would have lived with guilt for the rest of her life.

But some people searched the entire Anjie area but couldn't find those figures they longed for day and night.

"She's actually sleeping soundly in her room, right? No, that's not right. She likes playing games, so she's probably still in the game right now!" A ragged man in a suit squatted on the ground, asking and answering himself.

"Brother—" someone whispered in the darkness.

Some people sat alone in the dark, tears welling in their eyes, clutching their group photo, silently bearing it all alone.

At the Yinmao Building, the tail of the Winged Wolf drooped limply down the dome of the building.

Its once-proud fleshy wings are no longer what they used to be; they have become charred and broken, silently covering the sky above the city, no longer making any moves.

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The former overlord of demons near Bo City has now become a headless corpse.

Four streaks of blue wings cut through the thick clouds, leaving white trails behind them.

They cut off the huge head of the Winged Wolf, tied it with ropes, and paraded it through the air!

They wanted the people of Bocheng to know that they had won!

The most powerful demon leader who invaded Bo City, Winged Wolf, has been beheaded by them!

The disaster is over!!!

He An slaughtered all the demons within sight around the bridge. Finally, in the last fragment of consciousness left by the leader, the Bone-Spiked Wolf, he found the target that could gather those demons here.

"Bang!"

The roof of a bungalow was ripped off by a huge wolf claw, and dust fell down, covering the entire room.

As the setting sun cast its last rays into the small room, it gradually illuminated the room amidst the dust.

He An stood on the opened roof, squinting as he looked into the room.

The house was completely devoid of any extra items and had no trace of human presence; it was prepared specifically for the Bocheng disaster!

In the center of the room stood a table-high black and red altar, before which lay a neatly folded red archbishop's robe.

On the altar lay a small winged wolf cub lying in a pool of blood. Its belly was cut open, and dried blood covered the patterns on the altar. Its two small fleshy wings were held in place by four metal rods, posing as if it were spreading its wings to fly.

The body of a black-clad priest knelt beside him, a sharp dagger plunged into his abdomen, marking the final step in this grand "miracle."

After witnessing the end of the disaster in Bo City, he became so fanatical that he sacrificed himself for the disaster they had created!

Seeing the scene before him, He An fell into a long silence.

Humans, demons.

Humans also have acts of harming their own kind to gain wealth and glory, and demons also have friendly races like totems that are close to humans.

Who is right?

Who is at fault?

"Clang!"

With a flick of his sword, Night Blade was drawn, cleaving the entire room into dust.

Facing the setting sun, He An strode resolutely into the long night.

His answer to these questions was only four words:

It all depends on my heart!