Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 47 Mutation, Scaled Demon Soldiers!

"We might have caught a piranha!" Lingling said seriously, her little face tense.

She squatted in the dimly lit corner of the toilet, clutching the communicator tightly in her hand, gritting her teeth.

"The person lying on the ground is a senior brother from our Azure Sky Hunting Grounds, named Xiao Ding, who possesses near-super-level strength. He was supposed to be in the Demon City with my sister investigating Cardinal Salang of the Black Vatican, but half a month ago, news suddenly came from the Demon City that he had disappeared. Now he has reappeared in the dungeon of the Demon City, where there may be important information that we haven't yet obtained!"

"This Black Vatican stronghold is probably Salang's hiding place. With our strength, we can't continue investigating. We must quickly send the message to Grandpa and the others!" Lingling said anxiously. Right now, she wished she could crawl into the other end of the communicator and pull He An back.

"I think what you're saying might be a little too late; we can't leave now."

Lingling wanted to say something more, but He An interrupted her.

Xiao Ding, who was lying on the ground, suddenly began to twitch violently as his eyelids, which had been tightly closed due to unconsciousness, throbbed and pounded against them, as if some imprisoned beast was trying to break free of its cage.

My eyelids were pried open a little, and the whites of my eyes were instantly covered with fine red blood vessels, which then disappeared all at once.

When he opened his eyes again, the black pupils that originally belonged to the human Xiao Ding had completely disappeared.

Instead, there were a pair of narrow, vertical yellow pupils.

It was a yellow that evoked a sense of nausea from the depths of one's soul with just a glance. Seeing it conjured images of something sticky, murky, and wet, like some kind of rotten liquid—a bizarre thing.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dense sounds of bones grinding together echoed in the narrow dungeon.

Xiao Ding's knuckles began to bend at an eerie angle, and sharp, bluish-black bone claws replaced his fingernails and flesh, emerging from his fingertips.

Those bone claws were more than ten centimeters long, like sharp daggers, with edges that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

The bluish-black bone claws were tearing away his tattered clothes and skin piece by piece, revealing tiny bluish-black scales underneath.

Thick liquid seeped from between the torn skin and scales, sticking together in a tangled mess. Some fragments were still hanging in mid-air, looking utterly disgusting.

As the viscous liquid appeared, a pungent, fishy odor began to fill the air.

A long, thin, scarlet tongue emerged from Xiao Ding's mouth, licking the viscous fluid remaining on the bluish-black scales.

He An slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and reached into the dim shadows behind him.

Endless shadows came from all directions and gathered in his hand.

Darkness solidified in his palm, and the outline of a longsword slowly took shape in his hand.

In the villa's banquet hall, Master Lu had just finished his speech.

The luxurious and intricate crystal chandelier cast a warm glow, enveloping the long table covered with a snow-white tablecloth and the elegantly dressed guests.

The talkative guests, holding wine glasses, chatted animatedly with their companions at the banquet, discussing everything from real estate trends to antique collecting and the deeds of famous magicians, their laughter rising and falling.

Of course, there are also those who have little interest in social pleasantries and are focused on the food in front of them, eating slices of roast suckling pig and French foie gras with thick sauce as they move their knives and forks.

"This black tea is truly excellent!" The wealthy businessman surnamed Liu held up his bone china teacup, squinting as he savored it. "It's so much better than that bag my spendthrift son threw away!"

"Yes." His companion standing next to him also picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and nodded in agreement.

He held the teacup and examined it for a moment, then exclaimed, "The tea liquor is a bright, clear red, with a rich yet not overpowering aroma, and a quick and clean aftertaste. I wonder where Master Lu got such excellent tea."

"If I could get the purchase method, that would be wonderful." The wealthy businessman surnamed Liu buried his greasy, fat face in the white steam rising from his teacup, greedily inhaling the fragrant aroma of the tea leaves.

The fragrance entered his nostrils and traveled down his respiratory tract. It felt as if something warm was melting in his chest, flowing through his limbs and bones, and gushing out from every pore. It was so comforting that he almost groaned out loud.

"iiii~~~~" A powerful cry rang out from deep underground before him, penetrating the thick layers of soil and echoing throughout the banquet hall.

The lively conversation in the banquet hall came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, as if the pause button had been pressed simultaneously.

The guests looked at each other, some frowning, some subconsciously looking at the ground beneath their feet, and some opening their mouths as if to say something, only to find that they could no longer make a sound.

The wealthy businessman surnamed Liu was still immersed in the aroma of tea and was completely unaware of what was happening around him.

In the bone china teacup in his hand, specks of black tea dregs were slowly wriggling.

"Snap!"

The bone china cup slipped from the fat hand and shattered on the floor, splashing tea all over the white marble floor.

The wealthy businessman surnamed Liu's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only breathe heavily and was unable to speak.

His massive body swayed slightly, and his blue claws slowly extended, as pieces of skin peeled off his body one after another.

The surrounding guests watched this horrifying scene without being able to utter a sound, for they too had become part of this terrifying spectacle.

The guests began to shed their skin, and fine, bluish-black scales replaced the gorgeous gowns and suits, becoming the theme of the banquet.

In this chaotic, hellish scene, Yu Yun huddled under the table, her hands tightly covering her mouth, not daring to utter a sound.

She was so preoccupied with finding He An that she had no desire to sit down for tea or food, and unexpectedly, she escaped a disaster because of it.

Just as the entire banquet hall was in chaos, a figure in dark blue appeared on a table.

A mindless molting creature, unable to bear the pain and itching of molting, pounced on his side, only to have its head crushed by a pair of jet-black boots.

"The Grand Steward of Luling is indeed exceptionally powerful."

The speaker was a member of the Black Vatican behind Lu Ling, dressed in a black robe with his hat pulled low, obscuring his face.

His voice carried an almost pious praise, like a seeker of the truth finally witnessing the miracle he had longed for.

Lu Ling did not respond to his praise, but simply snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

"The floor in the center of the banquet hall suddenly split open, revealing the dungeon directly below."