Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

In the bustling night of Shanghai, a low-key, luxurious black sedan speeds along the road.

"Your Majesty, according to Team C's intelligence, the blue-clad figure from the Black Vatican is currently at the 'Elite' bar, one of our properties. The manager has cleared the area and is awaiting your arrival."

Andrei looked at He An, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, through the rearview mirror and said cautiously.

"Hmm, how much longer until we arrive?"

He An closed his eyes and asked.

"Fifteen minutes."

After Andrei answered, the car fell silent.

Outside the car, seven sports cars of different colors and models emerged from the traffic and merged into one, closely following the car that He An was riding in.

On the rooftop of a distant high-rise building, a man with bluish-black hair and a pale face stood there.

A pair of sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on the direction He An was heading.

"Buzz!"

The white communicator next to his ear suddenly vibrated. The man tapped it lightly and started a call.

"The blue-robed deacon of the Black Vatican has been located!"

"Location."

"East New District, 'Elite' Bar."

The pale-faced man leaned down to look at the magnificent bar in the East New District, and then jumped off the towering building.

With the sound of wind, its black eagle-like wings spread out behind it, the jet-black feathers as sharp as blades.

Judge Nighthawk's flight was even more graceful under the city lights.

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"Ta-da!"

A series of dull thuds of leather shoes echoed through the red-carpeted bar corridor.

"Sir."

"Sir."

The two priests in black standing in front of one of the private rooms hurriedly bowed.

"Hmm, everyone's here?"

The blue-clad deacon, carrying a briefcase, adjusted his half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses and asked the two priests.

"Yes, everyone has arrived!"

The two priests stood ramrod straight; they were both newly promoted in black because of this mission.

Now that I have a chance to make a good impression on the blue-clad butler, I naturally have to seize it.

"Alright." The blue-clad butler nodded and stepped into the private room.

After he left, the two black-clad priests turned into a pus-filled puddle without any warning.

"How's it going?"

The man in blue tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa, plopped down on it, and loosened his tie slightly.

"Everything is proceeding according to plan on Yu'ang's side. Hui Yi has already led his men and a group of black beast demons to set up an inescapable trap for Mo Fan. They will definitely bring back the Earthly Sacred Spring for Lord Salang!"

A priest in black stood up and loudly reported to the leader.

"The Fu family?" The blue-clad steward nodded and pointed to another man in black.

The man in black who was pointed at immediately stood up.

"Dean Fu of the Fu family disagreed with the patriarch's decision and has been secretly obstructing the search operation."

According to Fu Yunshu's report, the key that is most likely to open the ruins has been given as a reward by Dean Xiao of Mingzhu to He An, the chief of the Shadow Department.

Fu Yunshu originally planned to find an opportunity to kill He An and retrieve the key, but He An had not shown up during this period and could not be found.

We have made thorough preparations to lure He An out. As soon as he appears, we will kill him and retrieve the key.

"Um……"

The man in blue listened to the report from the man in black, feeling somewhat dissatisfied but unable to express it.

After all, these subordinates weren't very capable, but their attitude was at least decent.

"These tasks of yours are related to Lord Salan's plans..."

The blue-clad butler adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, preparing to continue speaking.

He An pushed open the door to the private room and walked in with a smile on his face.

"You threw a party and didn't invite me?"

Five burly vampire men filed in behind He An, forming a black wall behind him and blocking the entrance.

"Snapped!"

The blue-robed steward frowned as he looked at He An, who had suddenly barged in, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

"The last person who wore the same clothes as you probably hasn't had a chance to reincarnate yet, right? Are all the blue-clad members of the Black Vatican in such a hurry to leave this world?"

He An opened a wind tunnel in his hand, and the powerful suction force sucked away all the toxins released into the air by the blue-robed butler.

"He An?" The man in black, who had just finished reporting for duty, looked at the figure walking in with a strange expression.

How did he find his way here?

The Black Vatican has always maintained excellent secrecy, with communication limited to its inner circle.

A black-robed priest knows only about the existence of the highest-ranking cardinals, and can only know about five priests of the same rank and the blue-robed deacon above him.

Could it be that Fu Yunshu was captured by him and the secret was leaked?

Although the Black Vatican has the "Forget the Worm" technique as a guarantee, it is not without flaws.

"You're He An?"

The blue-clad butler took off his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at He An.

"Hand over the key that Dean Xiao gave you! I'll leave you a proper burial."

"puff!"

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing the blue-robed deacon's words, the five vampire men behind He An seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and they all laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, this is just too funny."

One of the vampires wiped away tears of laughter with one hand and apologized to He An.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

The blue-clad butler, not understanding their joke, spoke stiffly, enunciating each word clearly.

"The Frozen Coffin!"

The blue-robed deacon waved his hand and pointed at He An, and a series of star maps densely packed with stars quickly appeared around him.

The star charts intertwine and connect along diagonal trajectories, ultimately forming a beautiful magical constellation that surrounds the blue-clad butler in 360 degrees!

A cold, icy blue light flickered in his eyes.

Six bottomless ice coffins materialized out of thin air and slammed down on the six people below.

Faced with the ice coffin that was smashed down on him, He An remained calm and stood with his hands behind his back.

He simply uttered three words:

"Mahakkoten!"

A slender figure clad in dark purple armor appeared behind him.

Above the head of this Shadow General was a Buddha statue with three heads and six arms.

As He An's cultivation in the Shadow element improved, the Buddha statue's form became even more solid this time.

The weapons held in the middle hands were revealed for the first time.

Left hand: human bone bowl; right hand: crescent-shaped knife.

Mingying drew the sword from his waist and plunged it vertically into the floor in the center of the private room.

"Buzz!"

A dark purple barrier spread out, enveloping the entire private room.

"Mahakala - Three Thousand Realms!"

The Shadow uttered ancient syllables whose meaning was unclear, but to the horror of the Blue Robe, she found that she could actually understand their meaning.

The black Buddha statue above slowly began to move.

He raised the crescent-shaped knife with his right hand and made a cut in his arm, while his left hand placed the human bone bowl below to catch the liquid flowing from the wound.

After this action, the world in the blue-clad butler's eyes changed.

All the evil deeds he had done before flashed before his eyes.

Whether it was his wife, whom he dismembered in order to join the Black Vatican, or the people in the town he poisoned and killed before.

Finally, a figure dressed in red appeared before him.

"Lord Salang?" the blue-robed butler murmured.

"It is Lord He'an."

The illusionary Salang tore open its skin, revealing a gentle, smiling face beneath the bloody exterior.

"No! No!"

"Sir, I can't tell the difference! I really can't tell the difference!"