Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 393 This is a difficult matter

"Old Zhao said you wanted to talk to me about something?" Mo Fan stepped out of the shadows. He looked very urgent, as if something urgent was forcing him to leave.

Wang Teng narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the other party had infiltrated Leng Jue's team. Could it be Black Hawk's doing?

After all, Leng Qing had resigned from his position as deputy presiding judge a long time ago, and handed over his work in about a week, so it doesn't seem like it.

"I believe Zhao Manyan has already told you about the dire situation here, and you should also be aware of certain things yourself. I'll just tell you some things you don't know."

"The Great Pyramid of Giza is the final resting place of the Egyptian pharaohs. They were so powerful that even forbidden spellcasters would be powerless against them."

"The number of undead lords under the Pharaoh is countless, and they are even accompanied by supreme lord-level guardian beasts."

"I have an idea right now: let the Ancient King or Instructor Zhan Kong come forward. Only he is the underworld emperor on the same level as the Pharaoh."

"Without the ancient king, no force in the entire northern frontier can defend it, and even if we summon the commander of the Hua army, it will be useless."

"Even if you turned into a demon, you wouldn't be enough for him to crush with one hand. The emperor's power is beyond your imagination."

"How many of you entered the Abyss of Evil back then? Now, only a few of you can go in and communicate. If possible, let Zhang Xiaohou go."

Wang Teng spoke without any personal emotion, explaining the current situation to Mo Fan.

In fact, if Hua Junshou had come, it would have been possible to hold off Khufu, but unexpected situations could easily have arisen.

If not handled carefully, not only could several high-level mages be killed or injured, but even forbidden spells could perish.

"Are you kidding me? Leng Jue and his men summoned the Great Pyramid of Giza?"

Mo Fan was stunned when he heard the news; he hadn't expected there to be such a dangerous side to it.

As for entering the Abyss of Fiends, there's no problem; the danger of them entering it is much less now.

He had already gone in once not long ago and had not been attacked by the undead.

"This is very difficult to do!" Mo Fan shook his head and said.

Regardless of whose consciousness is in control, trying to persuade the ancient king to mobilize the undead to help resist is simply a pipe dream.

"Whether it's the consciousness of Instructor Zhan Kong or the consciousness of the Ancient King, just communicate with sincerity and tell the truth."

"One last thing: Pharaoh Khufu, the king of the underworld from a foreign land, has arrived."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate!"

"Whether it succeeds or not, as long as I've done my best, that's enough!"

After Wang Teng finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to cultivate. He had finished explaining what needed to be explained.

Although it was somewhat shameful to take advantage of the other party, he knew that Mo Fan would definitely go, and if he didn't have time to go, he would definitely make Zhang Xiaohou go instead.

After all, going to the Abyss of Fiends is no longer considered a dangerous mission for them.

After considering the feasibility of the task, they will definitely do it.

As for whether the ancient king would come out to support the northern frontier as in the original story, he couldn't be 100% sure.

Emperors possess wisdom and thought beyond that of ordinary people; death and slumber may be their final destination. To have a deceased emperor help the living resist the spirits of the dead? It certainly sounds insane.

Mo Fan's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he looked at Wang Teng, who was meditating with his eyes closed. He had initially been quite pleased that someone had come to support Beiyuan, especially his old classmate Wang Teng.

At least the Hades Frog no longer posed a threat. Through Zhao Manyan's narration, he knew that Wang Teng's combat strength had reached an extremely high level.

But now the other party has brought him even more despairing news: Pharaoh Khufu of Egypt has arrived, a king of the underworld on par with the ancient kings.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate... Leng Jue must be sent to hell!!!"

Mo Fan had already placed a death mark on Leng Jue in his heart. If he couldn't defeat Hu Fu, surely he could kill Leng Jue?

His entire body quickly merged into the shadows, and he vanished into the distance in a flash.

The night passed, and the next morning everyone gathered at the fortress walls again.

"Do those terrorists rest at night too?"

Looking at the scene below, a strange thought popped into Wang Teng's mind.

Another Netherworld Frog appeared in the distance, along with thousands of Netherworld Wanderers. Under the influence of the Netherworld incantations, they showed no fear of the sun.

There were far fewer people at the city wall today, and even inside the fortress, nearly half the people were gone. There were also people who were gradually packing up their supplies and preparing to leave.

Staff Officer Bin looked tired, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept well last night.

throat ~ throat ~ throat ~ throat ~

On a desolate morning, the unique, raspy roar of the underworld's tortoise-rider echoed across the loess land, suggesting that the underworld incantations were not merely for adding defensive effects.

Thousands of spirits, like ghosts from the underworld who had been starving for hundreds of years, smelled the life force of the living and, disregarding their pain, excitedly pulled on their chains and charged toward the fortress!

They were met with a black void slash nearly a hundred meters long, which, as if granting them death once more, killed the Netherworld Frog behind them!

As the Underworld Frog died instantly, the incantations on the Underworld Wanderers dimmed instantly.

The power that had just emerged seemed to have been severed from its source, and even the momentum of the impact weakened.

"Free attack!"

Staff Officer Bin immediately and solemnly ordered the attack; her voice quickly echoed throughout the fortress.

Upon receiving the order, the mages unleashed their magic, mostly lightning and fire attacks, along with wind spells, ice locks, and storm waves, among other mid-level spells.

Hundreds of magical skills rushed towards the Underworld Warrior, but without the blessing of the Underworld incantations, they were no match for such a magical torrent.

Wang Teng pulled the Netherworld Frog back from hundreds of meters away and put it back into the Totem Bead to feed the Xuan Snake. He even stuffed the exploded remnant soul back into the Netherworld Frog's body and sent it in.

"Advisor Bin, if the Underworld Frogs continue to attack, call me. I'm going to cultivate."

He said something to Binwei beside him and then turned and left the city wall.

He now gains insights and understanding every moment through meditation, and his forbidden spells involve a higher level, possessing many incredible abilities.

So he didn't want to waste any time and quickly returned to his room on the city tower.

Overnight, he had already prepared his methods for stealing chickens. Besides this, there were many other things he could do, such as materializing his soul.

Under the forbidden spell of the mind, he has indeed gained some insights, and the materialization of the soul is a very achievable goal.

Another reason is that the construction of the Heroic Spirit Seal requires physicalization, which is one of the reasons why he did not construct it when he was already at the Super-Rank.

The purpose is naturally to reduce the possibility of the Heroic Spirit Seal being broken, and it may even become the core of the Heroic Spirit and connect it to the Hall of Heroes.

His two viewings of the underworld incantations gave him new ideas and directions. It was a unique underworld script, but in essence, it was a carrier of power.

The power of an emperor can imbue certain writings with this property; forbidden magic can achieve a similar effect.

It doesn't have to be text; images or patterns can also be used as a medium. What the medium is doesn't matter; the core is the level of power it represents.

After all, in addition to intangible heroic spirits, we also need to consider physical heroic spirits, such as Pharaoh Khufu.

(End of this chapter)