Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 123 Summoning Souls with Divine Statues

Lu Nian is a senior high-level mage. Bai Mo knows that if they really fight, he can't withstand a single move from him. Therefore, after blocking these attacks...

The spatial scroll in his hand instantly shone brightly, expanding into a massive teleportation array that enveloped Bai Mo and Lingling. At the same time, the silver spear, which had already accumulated half of his total magical energy, drew an arc around him, unleashing a dazzling spatial blade that flew towards Lu Nian.

The Space Blade mercilessly cleaved the controlled military mage in two, its power undiminished as it traversed space and instantly appeared before Lu Nian.

Lu Nian's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected that Bai Mo not only possessed a spatial scroll capable of teleportation, but also such a powerful explosive magical artifact.

But he was also a military strategist who had walked the line between life and death for many years. In an instant, a boulder the size of a small mountain rose from the ground and stood in front of him.

The blade of space quickly cleaved the small mountain, and the silver light blade continued to slash towards Lu Nian. Seeing that the situation was not right, Lu Nian had already started to create waves of earth beneath his feet.

The ground wave carried him to the side.

"puff!"

Blood splattered, and objects fell to the ground.

The blade of space is not so easy to dodge; in an instant, Lu Nian's arm was severed at its root.

Blood gushed out in torrents, while the arm on the ground was being pulverized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Military Intelligence Bureau!" Jiang Yi exclaimed urgently, instinctively reaching to pick up Lu Nian's fallen arm, when she saw this scene.

She immediately let out a cry of grief and indignation even more intense than if she had broken her own hand.

"don't want!"

The other military mages also looked at Lu Nian with sorrowful expressions. Their calls of "Military Intelligence!" were so sincere.

But considering their behavior just now, it was just so disgusting.

On the grass not far away, a military magesman, cut in two but not quite dead, watched this scene.

I don't know how I feel.

……

The mountains stand facing each other, vast and boundless.

In the directionless mountains, the sounds are also aimless: the howling of wolves and the calls of monkeys fill the air, all in the sounds of nature.

The sounds of gongs, drums, and suonas were even more deafening, but the demons in the mountains seemed to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to it all.

The village chief led the villagers in a ceremony in front of the only ancestral hall at the back of the small village, which was entirely made of stone.

"lelelalalelela~~~!"

The syllables, whose meanings were unclear, came from his mouth, ancient and mysterious, but none of the people behind him, who were playing drums and gongs or bowing their heads in prayer, dared to be anything but solemn.

This was a necessary guarantee for them to pray to the God of the Marsh for protection, so that they could live peacefully in these dangerous, continuous mountains.

A few days ago, a demon appeared at the entrance of the village. It had horns on its head and a beard like a sheep's. It would often run into the village in the middle of the night and say things that no one could understand.

Although it wasn't too ugly, it still terrified the villagers who had been living in peace for so long. No demon had ever been able to break the protection of the God of the Marsh and come to the village before. This must be a great demon!

Now they are following the village chief in prayer, hoping to beg the swamp god in the ancestral hall for stronger protection and a way to drive away the strange demon.

Suddenly, the village chief appeared at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

A mysterious silver light shone brightly, its radiance so much like the color of the legendary Ze God.

The villagers immediately knelt down in a flurry, even the village chief bowed his head and trembled with excitement, while the people playing the gongs and drums played even louder.

Out of the corner of their eyes, the silver light grew brighter and brighter until two figures appeared faintly within it.

"Warriors! They must be warriors brought by the God of the Lake, capable of driving away the demons!"

The crowd chanted in their hearts, their prayers growing ever more fervent.

As the silver light gradually dimmed, a person clad in blood-red robes, wielding a silver spear, with a face as handsome as jade and eyes as bright as stars, and the maidservant attending him were revealed.

The villagers were all excited, feeling that this was the warrior in their hearts who could drive away the demons, and that the blood-stained robe was a symbol of power!

Leading Lingling out of the bumpy spatial passage, Bai Mo looked at the large group of people kneeling in ancient clothes before him. There were also a few people with flushed faces, beating gongs and drums loudly, and an old man swaying back and forth in front of him, looking like he might faint at any moment.

He blinked inexplicably, exchanged a glance with Lingling, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

I glanced back again and saw an ancient stone temple with two flickering candles inside. The sunlight streaming in from outside illuminated a statue on the altar in the center of the temple.

The statue appears to depict an animal, with wolf hooves. The body is indistinct, but it has a head that resembles a goat or a feline. On the head are a pair of things that look like horns or ears, but much of them have been worn away over time.

Not understanding what it was, Bai Mo turned back to face the group of people kneeling on the ground. Looking at the respectful old man before him who was furtively glancing at him, he asked:

"Old man, where is this place? Why are the people behind you kneeling?"

Upon hearing his voice, the old man's expression turned somewhat strange. Finally, he gestured for the surrounding band to stop, and then said respectfully:

"My lord, this is Sawamura. I am the village chief, and they are all followers of the Sawa God. My lord, please help us rid ourselves of the demons!"

"Emmm," Bai Mo was a little confused. The village chief's tone was a bit strange, but he could understand it. He had many questions stuck in his throat, but he still couldn't bear to see so many people kneeling, so he said, "Village chief, please make them all get up."

"Yes!" The village chief immediately agreed, and after the villagers stood up, he turned to look at Bai Mo, about to issue another demon-slaying mission, but Bai Mo spoke first:

"Village chief, what is a divine messenger? And what's this about exorcising demons? Isn't this part of Anjie? Where is Ze Village located?"

"The Divine Messenger is indeed the Divine Messenger, but what is the Anjie?" the village chief asked, puzzled, before continuing to answer.

"I don't know where Ze Village is located. The previous village chief told me that we live deep in the mountains of southern Zhongzhou. A few days ago, a demon came to our village. Although it didn't harm anyone thanks to the protection of the Ze God, it still caused unrest in the village. We implore the gods to send down a divine messenger to drive away the demon for us!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's expression turned somewhat grave. The mountains in the southern part of Zhongzhou, weren't those the Dabie Mountains?

He was even more puzzled. How could this village be located in the mountains? Did they possess some special survival skills? So he continued:

"Old man, I am not a divine messenger. I was being hunted down and forced to use a magic scroll to escape here. I am a mage, do you know what a mage is?"

As he spoke, Bai Mo waved his hand, and a stone next to him was picked up from a distance.

"The legendary mage!?" The village chief exclaimed excitedly, grasping Bai Mo's hands tightly. "You are the one sent by the gods to save us!"

Bai Mo dodged the village chief's hand, somewhat helplessly wondering how a mage had become a legend.

Lingling keenly noticed something strange about the village; everything was very primitive, and she even saw some things from over a hundred years ago.

With a guess in mind, she asked, "Village chief, how long has it been since you've been outside? Are you allowed to go outside?"

"Outside? Outside the mountains? The last time we went was a hundred years ago. We can go to the outside world, but it's not a good place. People who come back say it's very dangerous." The village chief said with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and then he stroked his beard.

"When you go to the outside world, you must sincerely pray in the shrine for a week to receive the protection of the gods. Otherwise, you will be eaten by demons, which is not a good thing."

"A hundred years ago." Lingling nodded slightly, her eyes flickering. She exchanged a glance with Bai Mo, then asked, "Village Chief, were you all able to stay here safely thanks to the protection of the God of the Marsh? How did the God of the Marsh protect you?"

"That's right, we will pray to the God of the Lake, and as long as our hearts are sincere, the God of the Lake will bless us."

When the name Ze Shen was mentioned, the village chief couldn't help but show a look of reverence. Then, thinking that he hadn't been devout enough, Bai Mo and the other man refused to help him drive away the demons, he bowed deeply to them.

"Please, divine messenger, help us drive away the demons!"

Bai Mo was quite helpless and quickly helped the person up. He couldn't let someone so old bow to him. He could only sigh and agree.

"Village chief, where is the demon you mentioned? Let's go take a look."

"It's right at the village entrance. It's there during the day, and none of us dare go near it." The village chief was overjoyed and quickly pointed out the location of the demon.

So Bai Mo went in the direction he pointed, with Lingling following beside him.

Bai Mo rubbed his hands together, sensing that the village chief might be unwell, as his hands were a bit cold.

The village wasn't big; Bai Mo glanced around as he walked, and there were probably about a hundred households.

Upon arriving at the village entrance, there indeed stood a creature about a meter tall. At first glance, it resembled a goat, but upon closer inspection, it had a pair of horns like a dragon. Its fur was pure white, and its face seemed to possess human-like qualities, as it was smiling gently.

Seeing too much of it has become somewhat frightening.

It saw someone, but neither approached nor left.

As soon as Bai Mo approached, its gaze fell on Bai Mo.

"temple!"

A voice echoed in his heart, and Bai Mo stopped, glancing at the strange white creature with surprise and uncertainty. He had a guess in mind, but it was hard to be sure. He didn't approach rashly, but instead asked Lingling:

"Lingling, do you know what this is?"

"I don't know him."

Lingling shook her head, carefully examining the creature. She didn't know what Bai Mo meant, but many totems' deeds were only known by name, with nothing else.

"I didn't sense any demonic aura from him; he seemed like an ordinary creature."

Bai Mo looked at the strange creature.

Then, that voice echoed in his mind again, "Go!"

Just as he was pondering the meaning of those two words, Lingling's voice suddenly rang out.

"I think he looks a bit like the statue in the temple."

"Why don't we catch it and study it?" Bai Mo said, looking at the creature.

The creature seemed to know what he was about to do; the moment he looked up, the light in its eyes turned silver, and the creature vanished in a flash.

This creature seems to be running very fast!

"They're gone! They're gone!"

The villagers who had been watching this side shouted, and then more shouts rang out.

"They're gone! They're gone!"

Then the shouts all turned into "Godly Messenger! Godly Messenger!!"

Bai Mo was helpless, and Lingling was also a bit of a headache, but they didn't seem to listen to any of the explanations, not even the village chief.

They then explained to the village chief, who was waiting at the entrance of the stone temple, that they wanted to go in and see the God of the Marsh, pray for a week, and then the two of them would go outside the mountain.

The village chief readily agreed.

After entering the stone temple, Bai Mo took out two prayer mats.

Following the village chief's instructions, they began to pray.

Actually, it wasn't anything special; they were just asking the statue to let them leave safely from the demons.

Bai Mo made the mental request for a day, but didn't sense any change. He wasn't in a hurry; if the village chief said a week, then there was a reason for that.

Three days later, Bai Mo still felt nothing about the so-called prayers. He asked Lingling, who also said that nothing had changed for her.

"At least this place doesn't mean us any harm or have any malicious intent," Lingling said, taking out a golden bead and explaining:

"This is a special testing bead that my grandfather gave me. If any resentment, curses, or evil forces affect me, it will glow. But I've noticed that it's been quiet these past few days, just like before, without any abnormalities."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, intending to continue exploring, since it wouldn't take much effort. Besides, he felt this temple was magical; his heart found peace here.

Just then, he suddenly saw a faint halo light up on the hair bracelet that Ding Yumin had given him on his wrist.

With a furrowed brow, Bai Mo subconsciously assumed that he was being influenced by some powerful mental ability, and instinctively felt the wind of mental protection.

But I found that the wind of spiritual protection was still blowing, without diminishing at all.

He looked at the hair ring on his wrist again. He had been wearing it for a while, and it was neither dirty nor dry. It looked just like the one that had just been cut from Ding Yumin's head, just like the day he first put it on his wrist.

Bai Mo's unusual behavior clearly caught Lingling's attention, and her gaze followed Bai Mo's gaze, moving to the hair ring on Bai Mo's hand.

Just then, the dim, crystalline light on the hair ring dissipated and disappeared into Bai Mo's body.

As for the once sparkling and brand-new hair ring on her hand, it seemed as if several months had passed in an instant, and it had become dry and brittle.

Bai Mo suddenly felt something enter his mental world, but since he wasn't a mental mage, the feeling was like an illusion.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice resounded in my heart.

Something here is calling to me.

"Yu Mian!? What are you doing here?"

"I am a fragment of your soul, always asleep. I only awaken when you encounter a dangerous mental attack. But just now, something suddenly woke me up and has been calling to me ever since."

Bai Mo's expression shifted slightly. How could a person's soul be separated so easily, let alone for so long? It was like a hand suddenly lending out a finger.

Doesn't it hurt to look at a hand missing a finger every day?

But Ding Yumin's words reminded him of the strangeness of this village, so he spoke.

"I'm currently in a temple in a village deep in the mountains. This village has a way to ward off demonic attacks, and the method is to pray to the gods in the temple. I suspect it's the power of totems."

"Divine totem."

Ding Yumin looked at the images transmitted from Bai Mo's mind and saw the strange statue.

"That statue is special; the thoughts that are calling to me are coming from it."

(End of this chapter)