Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

The orange-red of the setting sun and the blood-red warning rays overlapped, spreading out across the sky outside the western fortress.

On the distant horizon, a thin white line was pressing towards the western fortress.

Strategic Conference Hall of the Western Fortress.

Councilor Zhu Meng was standing by the window with other senior executives of Songcheng, gazing at the white wave in the distance.

Everyone here knows what that thin white line that's moving so fast is.

That was the Silver Sky Lord and its White Demon Eagle Legion!

"These white eagles really know how to pick their timing! We've only just recovered from the plague, and they're already trying to take advantage of our weakness to kill us!"

Military Commander Yunfeng looked at the rapidly moving White Demon Eagle and said angrily.

"There's nothing we can do about it. That bastard Luo Mian used the diseased blood of the Lingzhao Plague Rat. Those infected with the plague will only be seen as delicious food by the White Demon Eagle!"

Judge Li Tian shook his head and spoke.

"Eagle Red Grass can indeed cure the epidemic, but with so many infected people, when will Mr. Lu be able to prepare enough antidote?" Tang Zhong paced anxiously in the conference hall.

Thanks to He An's timely intervention, the number of infected people on the West Fortress side was much lower than in Songcheng.

The strength of the Kexi Fortress was already insufficient to deal with the White Eagle Tribe, and now, with its reduced numbers, the battle will be even more difficult.

Whether they can hold the western fortress is still in question.

The Skyhawks in the Western Fortress have all been imprisoned and are of no help whatsoever.

Only high-ranking mages and above can truly inflict significant damage on flying demons like the White Demon Eagle.

"We can't worry about that anymore. Even if we can't defend it, we still have to!"

Standing by the window, Councilor Zhu Meng stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, and said with a solemn expression.

Above the western fortress.

The thin white line had now woven a giant white net over the western fortress.

Countless white eagles flew and cried out among them, brandishing their sharp talons.

Mid- to low-level mages do not have the ability to fly, nor do they have spells with long attack range.

They can only attack the lowest level of the White Eagles, or lure the White Eagles to the ground before attacking them.

The high-ranking mage group is slightly better.

Although they are outnumbered by the White Eagle Legion and are at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers, those who fight here are basically the elite of the elite.

With the support of various magical tools and pay-to-win items, they are not at a disadvantage.

The entire western fortress was transformed into a meat grinder at this moment, turning any ignorant person who dared to step into a pile of minced meat.

These are not the most important things.

In this dangerous magical world, the life and death of these low-level mages and demons can only affect the situation on a small part of the battlefield.

The eleven white figures in the highest sky were the ones who could truly determine the course of the war.

Ten commander-level white four-clawed demonic eagles floated in a triangular formation above the clouds, their cold, sharp eyes fixed on the battle below.

They await the commands of the monarch surrounded by them, or are ready to deal with any madman who dares to challenge the king.

And in the frigid, high-altitude sky.

A giant eagle with silver feathers was observing the distant Song City with great interest.

"The Silver Sky Lord." Zhu Meng uttered the name of the overlord of Xiling, who had silver feathers, word by word.

Zhu Meng knew this clearly in his heart.

The outcome of the battle between these high-level mages and the monarch-level demon Silver Sky Lord is the only standard to determine victory or defeat.

No matter which side is killed, the remaining side will not have enough power to stop the supreme being's slaughter!

"Ten commander-level four-clawed demonic eagles? I haven't paid attention to them for so many years, I didn't expect them to have developed to this extent!" Tang Zhong said with a solemn expression.

For many years, the White Demon Eagle has not attacked human territory, so the surrounding cities have relaxed their surveillance of the White Demon Eagle.

I never imagined that they would grow to such a massive size in just a few years.

Fortunately, they have been exposed now. If they had been allowed to continue developing, who knows what kind of disaster it would have caused when they invaded human cities again!

"Councilor Zhu Meng, why don't you stop targeting the Totem Serpent with your crisis management strategy? Wouldn't it be better to use those resources on these quietly developing demon bastards?" Military Commander Yun Feng, though equally serious, still managed to crack a joke.

"Hmm." Zhu Meng didn't speak, but just gave a muffled reply.

Having experienced the Songcheng incident, he has some different views on crisis management strategies than before.

Not to mention the appearance of He An, who seemed to be a mouthpiece for an important figure.

This made Zhu Meng feel that the higher-ups might have some different plans regarding his crisis and potential threats.

"Take care of those ten four-clawed demonic eagles first; we won't be able to touch the Silver Sky Lord until we've dealt with them!"

Zhu Meng took off his parliamentary robe and flapped the fiery feathers on his back as he soared into the sky.

The reason he was able to rise to the top among so many councilors in the Forbidden City was because of his reckless courage in the face of crisis.

This is something those parasites in the government who only know how to hide in their mansions, steal money, and enjoy themselves can't even come close to!

"Let's all attack together!"

The remaining group exchanged glances and followed Zhu Meng into the aerial battlefield.

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If the high altitude is the domain of the strong...

The area closest to the ground was the battlefield for the slave-level white demon eagles and the legions of low- and mid-level mages.

at this time.

A young man riding a tall wolf appeared in a grove of trees at the edge of the battlefield.

"Young man, watch out!"

A military mage saw a white demon eagle attacking from behind and hurriedly warned He An.

He An did not turn back, and continued riding Xingzhu forward.

A black rift quietly opened in the void, piercing the white demon eagle's body with a thin thread.

In an instant, all life force was drained from a white demon eagle of servant-level quality, its flesh and bones were destroyed, leaving only a pile of white bones.

"This...this..."

The military strategist who had kindly reminded He An was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he couldn't utter a single word.

But this outrageous scene, which defies imagination, did not end there.

"Click click click!"

A sound of bones grinding together rang out, and the white demon eagle, which had turned into white bones, was resurrected in the form of an undead creature, charging straight towards its own kind to kill.

The military strategist looked around and found that such strange things were happening all over this battlefield.

Everywhere, the corpses of the slain White Demon Eagles rose up and charged at their own kind, while those slain among them rose up and charged together.

In just a short while, almost all the white demon eagles on this battlefield had transformed into white bone eagles!

"Look to the heavens! Which divine being has appeared? Could you please bring down that huge head from the sky too?"

The military magistrate looked up at the sky and spoke with great excitement.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the white demon eagle at the warrior level he was referring to was decapitated.

A figure clad in dark purple armor appeared on its corpse.

It was the Shadow that launched the "separate operation"!

The Shadow did not stay in place, but instead used the spatial teleportation properties of the Great Black Sky to slaughter the White Demon Eagle Legion.

Large flocks of white eagles fell from mid-air to the ground, looking from a distance just like the annoying catkins that fall every year.

If devouring lower-level shadows only slightly increases strength, and if this slaughter continues, the progress bar for Shadow's advancement to the Monarch level will be maxed out!