Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 64 High-Ranking Shadow Elementalist, the Second Legion Commander!

"What the hell is this thing?" Fu Yunshu looked at the Buddha statue that suddenly spoke with an ugly expression.

"Giant Shadow Nail - Pear Thorn!"

Without wasting words, He An directly summoned the Giant Shadow Nail that had been hidden in the shadows when he entered.

Six massive, black nails, like short swords, shot out from the shadows of the main hall, aimed directly at the black-robed monk still kneeling on the ground, striking the wooden fish.

"Clang clang clang!"

Suddenly, the Buddha statue in the center of the hall stretched out its arms, and its clay body unleashed an astonishing defensive power, directly blocking all six giant shadow nails.

As the Buddha statue retracted its arms, the black-robed monk who had been kneeling on the prayer mat stood up and faced the crowd at the entrance of the main hall.

Her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was somewhat unaccustomed to the bright light.

"Amitabha Buddha, the world is so beautiful, yet you are so irritable. This is not good, not good."

Although he was suddenly attacked, he was not angry. Instead, he chanted a Buddhist prayer, put his hands together, and whispered words of comfort.

"The world is beautiful, but it's even more beautiful without you," He An said calmly.

"Is there some misunderstanding between me and the benefactor?"

The monk in black squinted and "looked" at He An.

As fellow benefactors of darkness, he could also sense the immense power of dark magic emanating from He An.

Those were treasures that only the kings of the Dark Dimension were qualified to bestow. Behind the young man stood an emperor, which was why he did not want to be his enemy.

Even with the barriers of different planes, those mighty emperors could still interfere in the affairs of the magical world—a lesson learned by foolish mages over countless tragic periods of history.

"Do you have connections with the Black Vatican? Did you help Salam?"

He An toyed with the newly formed giant shadow nail in his right hand and spoke.

"This humble monk merely provided some guidance to a few lost benefactors; it cannot be considered a connection."

As for Salang, this humble monk has been in the temple the whole time and does not know who he is. Is he an enemy of yours, benefactor?

The black-clad monk raised one palm and bowed slightly to He An.

"Then there's nothing more to say."

He An waved his hand to disperse the giant shadow nail in his palm, then stomped heavily on the ground beneath his feet.

The dust-covered bluestone slabs were crushed into dust by this footstep, and an endless wave of dark purple surged up from below, climbing up the entire temple.

In an instant, the dilapidated temple was dragged into the world of shadows.

Dark purple mist spread from all directions, filling the shadows of the temple. A colossal island beast with a hundred crimson eyes roamed beneath the floorboards, while dark purple birds spread their wings and cried out from the rooftops. On the four walls, a massive demonic wolf chasing the stars was carved.

A dark purple star appeared in the right eye of the demon wolf, rapidly moving along the wall inside the temple.

"Sizzle!"

Sharp claws reached out from behind the monk, but only pierced through the Buddha statue's chest.

Seeing that its attack had failed, Xingzhu withdrew its claws, stepped on the Buddha statue to escape the battlefield, and returned to the shadows to look for an opportunity.

"Advance—Advanced Stage Demon!"

Yang Feng, the summoner mage who had been silent in the team, plopped down on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the wolf shadow flying out from the wall.

I thought that two general-level demons were He An's limit, but I didn't expect that he also had demons in the advanced stage of general level!

"Benefactor, I have repeatedly yielded, yet you have pressed on relentlessly. Though I am but a nobody, I am not someone to be trifled with."

The black-robed monk opened his eyes, his tone tinged with anger.

"Was it you who caused the thunderstorm that brought us to the temple?"

He An didn't reply, but just kept asking questions to himself. A long sword gradually emerged from the darkness and was held in his hand.

"Night falls, rain falls!"

He An gripped Ye Lan's wrist and flicked it, sending out a burst of dark sword light like rain.

In an instant, the Buddha statue blocking the monk's path was melted into a pile of black mud.

"Corrosive Flame, Fierce Fist, Earthly Fiend!"

The black-clad monk's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly condensed a fire-elemental star map and punched the ground.

A jet-black lotus of flames emerged from the ground, its petals opening to welcome the rain of swords. Streams of fire surged from the ground beside the lotus, spewing forth waves of scorching heat.

"Did I let you out?" He An said coldly, looking at the dark fire lotus.

Before the words were even finished, the surrounding shadows transformed into a dense, impenetrable net, dragging the Fire Lotus back underground.

"this----

The black-robed monk stared in shock as the Earthly Fiend Fire was extinguished by the large net.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a powerful shadow element, one that could even suppress the flames bestowed by the same dark lord.

"Since you've gone to such extremes, then don't blame this humble monk for being ruthless."

The black-robed monk sighed, and then exploded into a bloody mist with a bang.

"So, he couldn't accept the reality and committed suicide?" Nie Jinyu said, looking at the monk who had exploded into a bloody mist, his nose twitching slightly.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The wooden fish that the monk had been striking suddenly floated up and struck it three times in succession.

The sound of the wooden fish echoed in the empty hall. Every time it touched something, that thing turned into a ball of black matter, which condensed in mid-air in the hall into a three-headed, six-armed Buddha statue with a black body and a mouth full of fangs, each arm holding a different weapon.

With a gentle inhale, the Buddha statue sucked in the blood mist that the black-robed monk had transformed into.

Suddenly, the six stone eyes lit up with a scarlet light, and the entire Buddha statue gained a divine aura.

"I see your desire! You are determined to die, then so be it!"

The mouth of the black Buddha statue opened and closed, and the voice of a black-robed monk came from it.

"Mahakkoten!"

The weapons on the Buddha's six arms clashed together, producing a deafening roar.

A dark crack opened above the Buddha's head, from which thin black lines emerged, connecting to the ushnisha (cranial protuberance) on the Buddha's head.

"That's the power of will? Damn it, how can anyone still use that kind of thing?"

Asha's voice came from beside He An. She frowned, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

Willpower?

He An's gaze fell on the thin lines that were sticking out, and he tried to wrap his shadow power around them.

The dilapidated temple hall and the black-robed monk in front of them had all disappeared.

He appeared in a hospital ward, where a little girl of seven or eight years old was looking up, tugging at the hem of her mother's hospital gown, with two toy bears tightly in her hands.

He An carefully sensed his current state. He had no five senses, no physical body, and could only "see" everything happening over there.

Before He An could finish trying, the entire screen became intermittent, like a bad signal, and then turned into complete darkness.

"Nightfall, Stars Chasing!"

He An opened his eyes, gripped the sword in reverse, and dark purple energy surged suddenly across the blade.

At the end of the sword, a dark purple star lit up, and a crescent-shaped blade of light was cleaved out, trailing a dazzling star trail, within which the shadow of a wolf faintly appeared.

The blade sliced ​​through the Buddha statue's waist, cutting the entire statue in two.

A high-level mage died before He An could even unleash a powerful attack.

Looking at the remains of the Buddha statue, He An raised his left hand, his five fingers grasping at the ground, and extracted a thick mass of dark matter, which he then rolled into a bead.

With the death of the black-robed monk, the dilapidated temple built with his abilities also crumbled.

The group was expelled from the illusion and found themselves on a sun-drenched mountaintop.

He An looked at the bead with its eerie luster in the sunlight.

Dark Matter—Mahakala!

"Snap!"

He An crushed it directly, and a vast amount of pure dark energy followed his guidance into the spiritual space.

The immense energy within the dark matter impacted the nebula barrier of the Shadow System, while the 49 stars of the Shadow System formed a neat array within the nebula, continuously bombarding the barrier. Working in concert with the dark matter, they quickly opened cracks in the barrier.

The spiderweb-like cracks on the cultivation barrier grew larger and larger under the bombardment of the two forces from the inside and outside.

Finally, with a crisp shattering sound, the Shadow Nebula was enveloped by a dark purple ball of light.

Soon, a magnificent and splendid river of stars appeared in He An's mental space.

High-level Shadow element, third realm of spirit!

"Stand up," He An said, opening his eyes and looking at the black-robed monk's corpse.

In the flowing dark purple galaxy, a star with the brightest light suddenly leaped out and flew into the monk's shattered remains.

A faint dark purple hue emerged from the tattered ink-black monk's robe.