Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 65 The Shadow Returns

"Stand up."

He An opened his eyes and looked down at the black-robed monk's corpse.

After being promoted to the intermediate rank, He An was given the opportunity to be granted the rank of legion commander, but he struggled to find a suitable candidate.

This black-clad monk perfectly matches He An's criteria for the second legion commander, both in terms of personal strength and magical abilities.

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

The black-robed monk's body, which had been cut in two by Ye Lan, immediately revealed a faint layer of dark purple, which was quickly completely enveloped by the dark purple light curtain, transforming into a semi-transparent dark purple cocoon.

The tattered, dark monk's robe peeled away layer by layer within the cocoon of light, turning into ashes and scattering.

Instead, there was a dark purple suit of armor, its texture crystal clear, like amethyst.

The first thing to take shape was the breastplate. The dark purple surface was not smooth, but rather made up of countless fine, scale-like plates, with a rich, dark purple light flowing between the gaps between the plates.

This type of breastplate can better absorb damage from the enemy, and is especially effective against demons that rely entirely on brute force.

The shoulder armor is slightly upturned, resembling a folded eave, and its surface is engraved with dark blood grooves of varying depths.

The arm guards fit snugly against the lines of the arms, with two short and one long sharp spikes extending from the elbows, and the inside is embroidered with flowing cloud patterns.

The leg armor is adorned with two dark purple four-pointed star-shaped gems at the knees.

Aside from the armor, a long sword hung silently at his waist.

The scabbard was made of the same dark purple material as the armor. The scabbard was long and straight, with no complicated decorations on the surface, except for a very thin silver rim at the mouth of the scabbard.

The longsword's hilt is cross-shaped, with both ends slightly bent downwards, and a dark purple crystal the size of a grain of rice is inlaid in the center.

"Pop!"

The cocoon of light shattered, dissipating into countless tiny specks of light.

A slender figure clad in dark purple armor knelt on one knee, right arm supporting him in front of his knee, left hand resting on the hilt of his sword, head bowed.

"Your Majesty!" he cried out in a deep voice.

The Second Legion Commander makes his appearance!

He An looked at the thin figure kneeling in front of him and silently sensed the information he was conveying.

Strength: Commander level, possessing abilities in three elements: Shadow, Mind, and Fire.

Rather than engaging in direct combat, he excels at using the special abilities granted by his Shadow and Mind powers to control and assassinate his enemies.

This perfectly aligns with He An's assessment of the second legion commander and the legion he leads:

Shadow raiders roaming in the shadows.

While reading the message, He An also decided on his future name:

Shadow!

The Shadow of the Underworld silently reaps the lives of its enemies, sending them to the underworld!

"This is your ability? To turn the creatures you kill into shadow soldiers?"

Asha'ruya cautiously appeared behind He An, looking thoughtfully at the dark purple armored general transformed from the black-robed monk.

"This doesn't seem to be an ability possessed by the Shadow King, nor does it belong to any existing Dark King I know of. It seems that you serve a very ancient Dark King, so ancient that there is no record of him even in the Dark Dimension."

When Asha's voice uttered the word "serve," Shadow immediately placed his hand on the sword at his waist.

He wanted to pull out his sword and cut off the head of this audacious woman who dared to insult his king, but He An raised his hand to stop him.

"It's not that old," He An said with a smile.

He was already looking forward to seeing Asha's expression when she found out he was the Dark King.

"That's true. The Dark Dimension has been in a state of chaos and turmoil for a long time, so it's possible that the information about this not-so-ancient emperor was destroyed during a certain great war."

Asharuya nodded, agreeing with He An's statement.

"So."

She gazed at He An's face, a cunning smile playing on her lips, and gave him a flirtatious wink.

"Hey handsome, want to exchange contact information?"

The weather in July and August is extremely hot, making the battles with demons in the mountains even more unbearable.

While battling demons, they also had to endure the discomfort caused by this extreme weather.

Three months have passed since they set off from Xiamen University to Yunling. During these three months, after completing their information gathering mission, the three universities of Mingzhu, Didu and Xiamen were divided into three teams to begin clearing out the demons near the mine.

"Mahakkoten!"

A phantom image of a three-headed, six-armed Buddha statue, entirely black with fangs, appeared behind Mingying. As it opened its fangs, it simultaneously swung its six weapons at the enemy.

The Cloud Wolf Commander, known for its speed, was cleaved into a bloody mist by this attack before it could even unleash its cloud-riding magic.

After the Cloud Wolf Commander was killed, a dark rift opened above the Buddha statue's head.

Thin black lines emerged from it, curving in the air, searching for prey, and soon pierced into the corpses of cloud wolves scattered on the ground, drawing the nutrients needed for the growth of the Nether Shadow.

"Buzz!"

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, and He An answered it casually.

A familiar, cheeky voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Lao He! Where are you at Mingzhu University?"

"What, you got into Pearl Academy?"

He An glanced at the time on his phone; it was the time when the special admissions exam for Mingzhu Academy had ended. He chuckled and said...

"Not bad, Lao He! You're not too stupid. How did you guess? I never told you where I was going, did I? What if I was going to the Imperial Academy to find my first wife?"

Mo Fan chuckled on the other end of the phone.

He An, of course, couldn't say that he knew this from the original work, and said calmly, "Because no one knows a son better than his father!"

"Go to hell! I'm your father!" Mo Fan rolled his eyes and started to play the straight man for He An.

"I just heard from the head of the Summoning Department at Pearl Academy that our Summoning Department has a tradition called 'Beast Fighting Tournament' at the beginning of the semester. Remember to come and watch me dominate the arena and win over the girls!"

Having just defeated Luo Song with his handsome Ghost Wolf Beast, Mo Fan was in high spirits and smugly showed off his summoned beast to He An.

"Okay, okay."

He An held the phone a little further away with some disgust, to avoid being contaminated by Mo Fan's endless stream of saliva, while casting his deep gaze toward the direction of Shanghai.

After a year of stagnation, the main storyline of the original work has finally resumed.

Trials in the Desolate City, the Mysterious Serpent of Song City, the Evil Abyss of the Ancient Capital, the Struggle Between the National Government and the Imperial Clan —

These extremely dangerous events from the original work finally gave He An, who had advanced to a high-level Shadow Soldier and obtained the Commander-level skill, the strength to climb onto the card table and take a look.

He An's gaze fell upon the tiny, blood-red stardust that hovered quietly in the spiritual space.

It's unknown what kind of surprising innate talent this newly awakened element will bring him.