Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Southeast Asians also come looking for this site?

He An spread his mental energy out to listen, while also continuing to walk and think silently in his mind.

First it was Salam of the Black Vatican, and now a group of Southeast Asians have arrived.

It seems the waters of this site are deeper than he thought.

After eavesdropping for a while and confirming that they didn't have much more information about the ruins than he did, He An turned and left the Hunter's Building.

Once outside the safe zone, he immediately summoned the giant lizard skeleton dragon, which carried him to the address given by Su Ran.

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The endless yellow sand has cut the earth beneath our feet into scattered patches of brown and yellowish-brown.

The site is not far from Jiayuguan.

With the incredible speed of a giant lizard-dragon commander, they arrived very quickly.

He An stood atop the giant lizard dragon's head, gazing at the winding, grayish-white sandy river not far away.

Is that the Shawang River?

How did these relics end up near the Sha Wang River?

Little Stone didn't react at all when he passed the Shawang River!

He An leaped off the back of the giant lizard dragon and took out the grayish-white stone that Dean Xiao had given him.

This time, Little Stone reacted very strongly, almost leaping out of He An's hands and growing two legs to search for the ruins.

"Northwest direction." He An quickly assessed the direction the little stone was pointing and then sped off in his Star Chaser.

Shortly after He An left, a burly figure in military uniform and an old man with a goatee appeared outside the ruins.

"Why did we come here?" The old man with the goatee frowned and twirled his beard as he asked.

The high temperatures and ubiquitous sandstorms in the desert are not a good thing for elderly people.

The burly figure in military uniform took off his sun hat, revealing four claw-shaped scars on his face.

It turned out to be Bai Xiaofei, the military commander who had once hunted down the demon-type research remnant species alongside Du Xiao, the Hunter King.

"My old brother's son told me that here are the tools that Cardinal Salan of the Black Vatican needs to set up a shocking conspiracy."

"He was tied up with important matters, so he asked me to take that object away."

Bai Xiaofei stared solemnly in the northwest direction.

His fighting instincts, honed over years of battling demons, told him that an exceptionally ferocious demon existed there.

It could even pose a significant threat to himself, a three-elemental super-tier being.

The old man with the goatee paused in his act of stroking his beard.

He's starting to want to go home.

That was the infamous Cardinal Salon, who committed numerous bloody crimes both at home and abroad.

Not to mention distant places, just look at Bocheng a few years ago.

If the intelligence hadn't been delivered in time, the entire city of Bo would probably have become a ghost town!

"Alright, let's not delay, let's go in first. We absolutely can't let Salam's men get there first!"

Bai Xiaofei lifted the goatee-bearded old man up like a chick, spread his three pairs of blue wind wings, and soared into the sky, flying towards the ruins in the northwest.

At the same time, the blue-robed deacons of the Black Vatican, Southeast Asians... waves of forces formed a large net, converging on the ruins from different directions.

He An was completely unaware of the crowd that had rushed over from outside.

He was standing beside a broken stone pillar in the ruins, playing with a bright green bead.

"It's not all that great."

He held the bead up and squinted at it in the sunlight.

"Yes, it's incredibly clear, but it's also incredibly trashy."

Looking at the emerald green beads glistening in the sunlight, He An clicked his tongue and casually tossed the beads into the corner of his spatial bracelet.

He had assumed that the toxins that could protect the ruins would be something extraordinary, but after gathering them all together, he discovered that they were not as effective as the eight toxins he had created himself.

Take the grayish-white stone out again; this time, it no longer just faintly heats up and vibrates.

Instead, it flew up and hovered in front of He An to lead the way.

"Wow! There are collaborators too?" He An's eyes lit up as he followed the little stone's movements.

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"Dude, what's wrong with you? I'm terrible with directions, fine, but you are too?"

He An held the small stone tightly in his hand and complained.

In just half an hour, this little stone led He An around the ruins almost five times without finding a way.

"Useless! Useless! Your entire Fu family is useless! How can we retrieve the Underworld God's treasure for Lord Salang without the key? I have to go myself!"

A crisp slap echoed not far behind He An.

He An looked in the direction of the sound.

In the dilapidated hut separated from He An by only one wall, a blue-robed deacon from the Black Vatican was reprimanding the head of the Fu family with a stern face.

However, since He An was used to shrouding his body in shadows in the wild, they, who were separated by a world, did not notice him.

"Sir, we really can't find He An. Ever since he got the key, he's been staying in the main campus and hasn't moved an inch. Whenever he goes out, he's either on training or disappears without a trace..."

The middle-aged man, dressed in fine clothes, who was kneeling on the ground, said with a wry smile.

They were talking to each other, while He An listened from the other side of the wall.

He also took out a chilled watermelon from his spatial bracelet, cut it in half with Ye Lan, and ate it with a spoon.

From their fragmented conversations, Hean pieced together the reason why Salang sent people to search for the ruins.

A thousand years ago, the ancient king, who had just unified the world and was full of vigor, came to this site and left behind an item from the early days of the necromancy system.

Salang's goal was to obtain it and use it to guide the Abyss of Evil to drift to the ancient capital.

"My lord, I've obtained another treasure!"

An urgent voice rang out from outside the dilapidated room.

The blue-robed steward was overjoyed and hurriedly abandoned the kneeling, numb patriarch of the Fu family, running outside to greet him.

After learning that the key had not yet been retrieved, Salam told them that there was another treasure of the underworld in the River Sands.

If we can find a way to remove it, we can make up for our mistakes.

For this matter, the blue-clad butler went to great lengths to obtain the various rare items provided by Lord Salang.

Just as He An was about to capture everyone and everything, he sensed a powerful magical fluctuation passing through the sky.

"A high-level mage?"

He frowned and pulled back his right foot, which he had just stepped out.

He was very familiar with this level of magical fluctuations; all the high-ranking officials in Songcheng were at this level.

Keep it a secret for now.

Outside the ruins, the Black Vatican follower gritted his teeth and charged forward.

He now has only one thought in his mind.

If he handed it over to the blue-robed deacon, he would have a way to get away and deliver the item to Lord Salan.

"That's the item that will allow Salang to enter the Abyss of Evil! Quickly, snatch it!" Bai Xiaofei shouted urgently to the goatee-bearded old man as he flew through the air.

Before the words were finished, the old man with the goatee burst forth from the ground in front of the black-clad cultist and shouted:

"Rock barrier!"

Beneath the earth, a giant rock pillar burst forth, directly knocking the running black-clad cultist away.

The white bone bottle, wrapped in black, was also blown away by this tremendous force.

"Ice Lock!"

Thick ice chains stretched upwards from the ground, rushing towards the white bone bottle in the air, attempting to bind it and pull it back.

"Dude, who told you to touch my stuff?" He An patted the shoulder of the blue-clad deacon who was busy releasing the ice locks.

"What?" The blue-clad butler turned around abruptly, only to find his head lying on the ground.

He only managed to see a black-haired young man holding a white bone bottle before losing consciousness.

"Who are you?"

Bai Xiaofei landed on the ground, retracted the three pairs of wind wings on his back, and looked at He An warily.

"And who are you?" He An glanced at the military uniform on his body and the old man with the goatee beside him and asked.

"I am Bai Xiaofei, the military commander of the Western Military Region. The thing in your hand is what Salang used to carry out some kind of conspiracy."

"I suggest you leave it to us. We will completely thwart Salang's conspiracy," Bai Xiaofei said earnestly to He An.

He An looked at the bone bottle in his hand; he did not agree with Bai Xiaofei's point of view.

Judging from Isaacron's character and her determination to destroy the ancient city.

Her preparations likely extend beyond this one place; the ancient capital is destined to experience the same kind of disaster as depicted in the original story.