Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 48 Apprentice in Blue

"Click click click!"

Accompanied by a series of complex mechanical sounds, a circular opening was created in the center of the banquet hall floor, directly beneath which lay the dungeon on the villa's underground level.

"This arena was originally prepared for those idiots in the Inquisition, but instead of catching those rats in the gutter, they only let in a pitiful headless fly like you." Lu Ling leaned down and looked at He An, who was standing in the center of the dungeon.

At this moment, a demon skin that had been cut in half appeared beside He An. Its dark blue scales were cracked, and dark purple mist swirled around its opening.

The demon's skin rose and fell almost imperceptibly, and the wounds opened and closed slightly, as if a trace of life still lingered.

"Who are you? A spy for the Inquisition? A hunter for the Hunter's Alliance? Or some friend of that guy in the dungeon?" Lu Ling asked.

He An did not answer, but stared into Lu Ling's eyes in silence.

"Very well, all guests are guests, and as a host, it's absolutely unacceptable to be ignorant of hospitality. Since you're so lucky, then enjoy yourself here!"

Lu Ling narrowed his long, serpentine eyes and clapped his hands lightly.

The scaled demon soldiers, who had been standing still in the banquet hall, seemed to have received some kind of command, and suddenly formed a neat military formation and leaped down toward the cave entrance.

Dust billowed from the cave entrance, and hundreds of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in the dimly lit dungeon, fixed firmly on He An.

They surrounded He An, forming an iron wall of bluish-black scales, leaving him no room to escape.

"You can die by my hand, you should feel honored to be a test subject in my grand plan, an achievement you can boast about to the whole world," Lu Ling grinned.

"Unlike those useless trash, I am a blue-robed deacon highly valued by Lord Salang. Every demon soldier standing in front of you possesses combat power comparable to a general-level demon!"

My experiment will succeed soon, and Lord Salan will soon have a parasitic demon army that is no less than, no, even far stronger than the army of that thousand-year-old fallen king, Mo Xia!

When they gather together and form a torrent, those disgusting judges and inquisitors who stand in Salam's way will all be torn to shreds!

This torrent will help Lord Salam overthrow this corrupt and broken world and establish a completely new order!

Lu Ling paced back and forth across the long banquet table, his black high-heeled boots kicking up leftover food scraps that flew everywhere. He swung his arms powerfully, passionately introducing his grand plan to overthrow the world to He An, his only listener.

"You just mentioned the War General level, right?" He An suddenly spoke up, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Knowing he's about to die, he's actually laughing like a madman?" Lu Ling looked at this scene and suddenly felt utterly bored.

I thought the guy who dared to break into the Black Vatican's stronghold must be some kind of amazing expert, but it turns out he's just a hothead who's looking to make a name for himself.

He no longer wanted to say anything more to this frog trapped at the bottom of the well.

"Kill him!"

"Stand up!"

As he issued the order, He An, standing in the center of the arena, uttered three words indifferently.

Suddenly, the shadows in the dungeon stirred, and one after another, huge wolf shadows stood up, shaking their jet-black fur, and surrounded the scaly demon soldiers.

"Hmph?!"

The scaly demon soldiers looked at the wolf shadows emerging from the surrounding darkness and let out a strange, puzzled cry.

Their tiny brains couldn't comprehend why these dark creatures would suddenly emerge from the walls and the ground.

"Aww!!!"

"A shadow wolf of extraordinary bearing emerged from the darkness, its four paws covered in snow-white fur, and its body swirling with dark purple smoke."

It was none other than Xingzhu, the First Legion Commander of He'an!

It has now advanced to the Warrior level. To continue advancing, it can only devour the shadows of demons of the same level. To advance to a higher level, it must devour the shadows of higher-level demons!

Xingzhu stood at the front of the battle formation, issuing commands to the Shadow Wolves behind him.

He is the commander of the legion of more than forty shadow wolves.

The First Legion, the "Wolf Army," has now taken shape!

"Awooo!!!"

With a roar from Xingzhu, the solid, dark blue barrier was instantly shattered by the dark wolf horde.

The once majestic scaled demon soldiers were now being dragged to the ground and trampled on, with several of them being picked up by the shadow wolves and tossed around like balls.

"Are you a natural affinity for Shadow and Summoning?" As a well-informed magic researcher, Lu Ling quickly shared his opinion.

Faced with Lu Ling's question, He An simply shook his head slowly and said, "Your plan is as ridiculous as you are."

Having said that, He An slightly bent his knees and leaped directly out of the cave.

Standing before Lu Ling, He An's bright black eyes looked directly into his eyes.

"If your plan were really as amazing as you boast, your dear Lord Salang wouldn't have wanted to awaken that thousand-year-old dead king."

"How did you know about Lord Salang's plan? Who exactly are you?" Lu Ling looked at He An in shock.

Lord Salan's plan was known only to a very small number of high-ranking members and confidants within the Black Church. Most believers didn't even know what they were being told to do. So how did this guy, who appeared out of nowhere, find out about it?

"If that crazy woman really thinks your research is worthwhile, then why are you just a trainee in blue? And why are you holed up in a small villa on the outskirts of Shanghai, doing shady little experiments?" He An ignored his questions and just kept attacking him.

"Shut up! Lord Salan has His own plans. How can we, his subordinates, presume to guess His will?" Lu Ling's forehead veins bulged as he angrily rebuked He An.

Looking at Lu Ling, who had finally been provoked, He An continued with interest, "You, you wouldn't happen to like that crazy woman, would you?"

Lu Ling remained silent, only coldly staring at He An.

He An's current aggressive and arrogant demeanor reminded him of some unpleasant things.

There was once a time when someone mocked his magical talent and his ideas for biological weapons.

And now—

He became the pair of leather boots on his own feet!

It was Lord Salang, and it was Xiu, dressed in a red robe, who entered his little world.

He firmly believed that his idea was correct and that his childhood dream could be realized!

Lu Ling's skin suddenly cracked open, oozing droplets of blood. Beneath his skin, there was a constantly writhing bluish-black mass. Unlike the demon soldiers, Lu Ling's blood vessels bulged outwards from his arm.

The extended blood vessels were enveloped by some inexplicable bluish-black substance, and the entire body began to swell rapidly, reaching the ceiling of the banquet hall in an instant.

"Lord Salang is not someone you can judge!!!"