Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

authority.

The most powerful force in the entire magical world; it represents the power of a world.

He An placed this power in his palm and quietly felt it.

Based on the abilities displayed by the Mist King and the restlessness of the poison-type galaxy in the mental space, this authority must be the supreme authority of the poison type!

"call."

He An exhaled and sat down cross-legged.

He held the entire hexagonal gemstone, with its gold and green hues, tightly in his palm and fully activated his Myriad Corrosion Poison Body to absorb it.

In an instant, a golden-green mist spread across the throne of the Shadow World.

It forms an oval sphere, enveloping He An.

Located at the center of the sphere, He An was shirtless, with mysterious golden-green patterns flowing and drawing across his gradually becoming transparent skin.

The dark green galaxy in the spiritual space was in full power, devouring the power of the golden-green authority like a gluttonous beast.

As it absorbed more and more power, the entire dark green galaxy gradually transitioned to a golden-green color.

There is no division of time and space in the Shadow World.

It could be three days, or it could be a fleeting moment.

He An then absorbed all the fragments of the power.

The moment he opened his eyes, a golden-green divine light pierced through his pupils, transforming into a long spear that pierced the barrier of the Shadow World.

"What a great spear!" He An's eyes lit up, and with a single step, he instantly arrived beside the spear.

With a slight exertion, the Golden Green Spear was pulled from the barrier of the Shadow World.

Once the spear was drawn, the barrier of the Shadow World completely erased any damage it had caused.

"Hiss?"

After He An took it in his hand, the golden-green divine spear transformed into a python that coiled around He An's arm.

He An was even more delighted by this discovery.

"It can even transform into human form? Then let's call it the Golden Jade Python-Devouring Spear!"

He An gently tapped the python's head and gave it a name.

The Golden Jade Devouring Python seemed quite satisfied with the name, and its eyes narrowed slightly as He An massaged it with his fingers.

"Alright, now it's time to check the harvest."

He An smiled slightly as he watched the little guy enjoying himself and activated the space bracelet on his wrist.

A bottle made of white bones and a white tiger military talisman made of white bones fell out.

Aside from the most profitable fragment of the poisonous authority, this is what He An has gained from this site exploration.

Both items were left behind by the ancient king when he came here to explore a thousand years ago.

He An first picked up the white bone bottle, which the blue-robed deacon had retrieved from the bottom of the Sha Wang River under Salang's guidance.

It's unclear how they managed to avoid the White Sand Demon Soldiers and the Sand River Overlord among them.

The entire bone bottle is made from a single piece of bone. Although it is called a bottle, it is actually hollow on all four sides and cannot hold anything. At the mouth of the bottle, there is a relief carving of a ram's head.

Upon opening the Netherworld Divine Realm and coming into contact with the White Bone Bottle, He An quickly understood the bottle's purpose.

This is the earliest undead vessel created when the Ancient King created the Necromancer system. It is called the Bone Vessel and can be used to transform undead creatures.

The white sand demon soldiers in the Sand River were transformed from this white bone bottle, but they are somewhat different.

The white sand demon soldiers in the Sand River seem to have been transformed into undead while also being influenced by another strange power, which is why they became creatures with mixed sand and undead attributes.

After learning about the effects of the White Bone Bottle, He An followed the same method to obtain the effects of the White Tiger Soldier Talisman.

As expected, I can control undead soldiers.

Not long after leaving the ruins, He An received news that Zhang Xiaohou had gone missing.

This time, it wasn't Mo Fan who called, but rather Commander Han Zonghan who specially arranged for someone to come and inform them urgently.

Although He An made many changes to the original plot.

He Yu not only survived, but also joined the military along with Zhang Xiaohou.

Salang's plan to lure Sha Yuan was also thwarted to some extent by He An.

However, Zhang Xiaohou still went missing during the mission.

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The clouds were as thick as black velvet, blocking out all the sunlight.

He An and Mo Fan arrived on the last passenger plane to this land that was about to be engulfed by the chaos of the undead.

Since Liu Ru was not transformed into a vampire, only He An and Mo Fan, two grown men, came to the ancient capital this time.

The little girl Lingling also wanted to go to this famous land of the dead, but she was forcibly suppressed by Old Man Bao and Leng Qing, and could only provide technical support from afar.

After getting off the plane, Mo Fan rushed to the Clock Tower Magic Association to find Zhang Xiaohou's instructor, Flying Horn, to get information about the situation.

He An strolled leisurely through the distinctive streets of this ancient city, a city of the dead.

After strolling around for half an hour, He An changed his approach and turned to walk into a secluded alley.

Five burly Russian men emerged from the darkness of the path and bowed to He An in unison.

"Your Majesty, the villagers of the remaining dangerous villages have all been secretly evacuated, and the water from their wells has been collected."

The strongest man stepped forward, bowed, and handed a spatial bracelet filled with the Earthly Holy Spring to He An.

"Where is Andre?" He An asked casually as he took the bracelet.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Boss Andrei is keeping an eye on the movements of the Grand Steward of Tiger City that you mentioned."

He remained in the same position and answered without moving.

"Very good, everything is proceeding according to plan." He An waved his hand and took a step forward.

In the blink of an eye, they darted through several shadows and arrived at the Hunter's Alliance located in the Drum Tower.

The biggest difference between the Hunter's Alliance here and other places is that the most common missions it commissions are "rescue missions".

It was called a "rescue mission," but it was actually a team that collected corpses in the wild.

The families of the missing are unwilling to accept that their deceased loved ones have become undead creatures, so they are releasing such "rescue missions".

This also reveals the perilous nature of this ancient city of the dead.

Fighting ordinary demons, even if you die, you're done with it.

Here, even after death, there is no peace; one must worry about being transformed into a grotesque undead creature.

"Why are there so many rescue missions here? Has something serious happened?"

Mo Fan, who arrived late, walked to He An's side and asked in surprise as he looked at the countless "rescue missions" on the big screen.

"You two aren't locals, are you? Those people claiming to be on a rescue mission are actually a corpse collection team." A hoarse voice came from behind the two men.

Mo Fan turned around to look behind him, but saw nothing.

"Hey! Hey!" the man with the hoarse voice yelled, jumping up and waving his hands.

Mo Fan then got a clear look at his appearance.

"You? You're so short, why don't you sell steamed buns? Are you even capable of leading the way?"

Mo Fan looked the short man up and down, full of doubt.

He doesn't seem like the kind of person who can lead the way.

He An stood aside, smiling.

He knew the short man; aside from being a bit lecherous, he was otherwise quite good in the original story.

Anyone who dares to run this kind of business, where their life is tied to their belt, in an ancient capital must be no ordinary person.

"One million? Deal."

Mo Fan looked at the short man's raised finger and readily agreed to his offer.

Even if it's to raise a daughter like Xiao Yanji who's a money pit, Mo Fan can still squeeze out a million if he wants.

We can't let He An, this big spender, pay the bill every time, can we?

He's not a super-rich second-generation like Lao Zhao, who could live off his family's wealth for generations.

"One million? Are you trying to fob me off? One million wouldn't even be enough to collect your corpse in the wild." The short man's eyes widened. "I said ten million!"

"Ten million!" Mo Fan quickly folded and put away his wallet.

"Let's go by ourselves." He grabbed He An's arm and started walking towards the gate of the Hunter's Alliance.

He An stood still and gently put down Mo Fan's hand that was holding his.

"Deal." He handed a card directly to the short man.

"I've taken on more than just this one order; there will be other people in the team. If you agree, we'll go sign the contract," the short man said hesitantly, taking the card.

How come the payment was made so quickly? Did I run into a real tycoon?

He An wanted other people.

This little thing costs ten million; even if He An were rich, he wouldn't do something so meaningless.

The Undead Legion and the Netherworld God Realm, if taken individually, could easily dominate the Undead Empire.

But if you spend ten million to travel with Saint Parthenon, Venté's adopted daughter, the Lord of the Radiant Sanctuary, the daughter of the Archangel, and the fallen angel Azharia.

Then spending that ten million would be well worth it.

Mo Fan was about to start criticizing when He An stopped him.

"Let's go."

The three quickly made a pact with the Hunter Alliance, signing and sealing their seals.

With the Hunter Alliance acting as guarantor, there is virtually no chance of breach of contract.

After all, the most important thing for a hunter is reputation.