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

Chapter 157 The Azure Torrent

Cherry blossom season in March.

The cherry blossoms in the grove have bloomed, and some petals have been carried into the sky by the wind.

It landed at his feet again.

The Three Steps Tower is a place that easily tires of the old and craves the new; Bai Mo had just come out of it.

The more people came, the less enthusiastic it became. But there was always some progress; its vocal register had reached intermediate level three.

The sound waves swept across the falling pale pink petals, bringing the scene of the Qing Campus a kilometer away into my mind.

It's that time of year again for the main campus assessment.

Bai Mo took out his phone, which vibrated in his pocket.

It's a message from the Spark Trial Network: the cleanup operation has begun.

What was given to Bai Mo was a place that seemed to be hiding a man in blue. There were clearly ten black-clad priests there, and another person whose identity was suspected to be in blue.

Bai Mo even saw several specific names, and he found it hard to imagine how those lurking judges had managed to transmit these messages.

These names are not real, of course, but today they are.

The message also indicated that he was accompanied by two judges.

The location was a private transport port situated on the banks of a long river. It was a small port specifically for transporting goods for a dedicated company.

It's some distance from here.

"Wind Track - Void Escape!"

A faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and wisps of pale white wind appeared.

Bai Mo's figure was like a broken sand sculpture, slowly falling into the desert, wisps of white wind merging into the air.

In the blink of an eye, it soared into the sky, gracefully traversing the steel forest, and landed on a tall tree beside a vast river.

The fifth-level wind track can not only merge into its own wind, making the person and the wind one, but also will not exit the air escape state as long as magic energy is continuously provided.

More importantly, the Voidwalker can, like the Wings of the Wind, support mages in high-altitude flight.

This is completely different from using wind tracks to make oneself float up.

The only drawback is the lack of wind wings for speed and other variations.

Aside from spatial magic, all other basic magic only possesses the power of basic magic. They can only vary within the fixed magical energy possessed by the seven stars, so no matter how they change, their upper limit remains the same.

The wind suddenly subsided, and Bai Mo's figure appeared. On the relatively empty harbor, a man in a uniform with special features of the Inquisition stood. It seemed someone had arrived before him; due to the angle, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Everyone at the port saw him; in fact, he had only recently appeared.

He didn't rush to show himself; a sentence echoed in his mind from the oath.

"Judges, lie in ambush, ready to rescue us. I'll lure you in."

"receive"

With a slight thought, Bai Mo replied.

With a light touch of his finger on a nearby branch, he created a melody that captured the entire scene in his heart. Bai Mo's gaze then turned to the tower.

There were many black beasts hiding in the storage room over there, so it seems there's no doubt that the Black Church is here.

Another Starfire Judge is approaching from the shadows, hiding in the darkness.

"The judge is in charge of the case. Everyone who hears this, come to the port!"

A loud, gruff voice, like a lion's roar, came from the man's mouth, almost making Bai Mo think he was a sonic mage.

However, as a sound-based mage, Bai Mo immediately recognized the voice upon hearing it.

"This guy is too reckless." A male voice, barely audible, came from the shadows.

But he also spoke Bai Mo's mind: wasn't he afraid that the Black Vatican would attack him or scatter because of this one sentence?

Soon, more than fifty people gathered in the open space in front of the man, including what appeared to be the highest-ranking administrator of the place.

Through sound wave detection, Bai Mo discovered that no one was indeed hiding secretly.

The manager was dressed in a well-fitting shirt and wore silver-rimmed glasses, giving him a refined and scholarly appearance.

After arriving at the port, he even helped the judge organize people to queue.

Afterwards, they went up to ask questions.

"Your Honor, all the staff here are here, and a few others are here to discuss some business."

Sikong Wen glanced at the smiling man indifferently, without saying anything, and continued to speak.

"I called out the names: Duan Ming, Wang Yuan, Qian Fei."

Soon, two middle-aged men who looked quite ordinary walked forward.

"Qian Fei, which one is Qian Fei?" Sikong asked, staring at the group of people in front of him. He noticed that most of them were looking in one direction, at the refined-looking man.

Following their gaze, Sikong Wen also looked at the refined man, only to see him break into an even brighter smile, gentler than the spring sunshine.

"Your Honor, I am Qian Fei. May I ask what business you have with us, and what investigation you wish to conduct?"

Looking at him, Sikong Wen expressionlessly uttered three words, "Black Vatican."

"I'm not from the Black Vatican, sir!" the refined man exclaimed, taking two steps forward to grab Sikong Wen's leg.

The ground suddenly rippled, and the refined-looking man was instantly immobilized. Sikong Wen then calmly said, "Whether you are from the Black Church or not, we have high-level mental mage to verify and judge whether an innocent person will be wrongly accused. Similarly, we will not let any bad person go unpunished."

After he finished speaking, a pair of magic-suppressing handcuffs appeared in his hand, and he was about to handcuff the refined man first.

The refined man obediently reached out his hand, trembling slightly as he murmured, "I am not from the Black Vatican," while Sikong Wen slowly put shackles on him.

boom!

Just then, a loud crash was heard, and the tower on the side collapsed. A large group of black beast demons screamed and rushed out, their eyes filled with bloodlust, and charged towards the people gathered in the open space.

The once orderly crowd descended into chaos, a cacophony of voices filling the air, and the refined-looking man in front of him collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

Sikong Wen frowned, made no other move, squatted down and put the anti-magic handcuffs on the refined man, and shouted loudly at the same time.

"Quiet!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dark cage suddenly enveloped the rushing black beast demons, as if another shadow mage had made his move from the shadows.

The chaos did not subside with the Black Beast being restrained, perhaps because it had drawn out the Judge from the shadows. Immediately afterwards, several distorted voices rang out.

"Quick! Kill him, then we'll escape!"

Then, workers standing in a square formation appeared, with the first two rows of people radiating various colors of magical light.

A fierce fist slammed out, and thunderbolts rained down. The hidden traps of evil spiders also enveloped Sikong Wen.

A yellowish-brown light shone from Sikong Wen's body, and he instantly retreated a hundred meters. At the same time, he pointed a finger, and a purple-blue lightning bolt crashed down, shattering the cursed mage.

Meanwhile, a shadowy figure flew out from the shadows and rescued the panicked ordinary people one by one.

Only twelve mid-level mages remained on the field, continuously casting spells and attacking Sikong Wen like a tidal wave.

"Hmph! You can't save any of the Inquisition's worms." A sinister voice, twisted like a demon from hell, suddenly disturbed the mental world of Sikong Wen and the shadow mage.

The powerful sonic attack directly shook their souls. Their magic shattered abruptly, and the shadow mage revealed himself.

Sikong Wen's rhythmic dodging was suddenly interrupted. Faced with the oncoming hurricane and thunder, he had no choice but to use his shield magic tool and armor magic tool.

Immediately afterwards, the Shadow Mage's Night Control suddenly collapsed, and a large horde of Black Beast Demons surged towards the ordinary people like a flood.

The Shadow Mage, meanwhile, struggled to dodge the magical bombardment from the black-robed priests using his magical artifacts.

"Damn it, weren't there supposed to be three people? Where's the last one?!"

As he dodged a bolt of lightning, the Shadow Mage gritted his teeth and thought to himself. He continued to defend against attacks in the mental world, but his eyes remained fixed on the refined man who had been slumped on the ground.

The fear on his face had turned into indifference and coldness.

Suddenly, his hands transformed into countless flying insects, revealing red and black cross-sections behind them. Upon closer inspection, one could see that countless insect eggs were floating on those cross-sections.

The handcuffs were completely devoured by countless flying insects. The refined man slowly rose and chuckled softly.

"Two brats who haven't been high-level for long dare to try and capture me? Then let me show you the divine might of the Holy Church and Lord Salang once again!"

As he spoke, two clusters of pitch-black flying insects that made up his hands enveloped Sikong Wen and the Shadow Mage like dark clouds.

At the site of his severed wrist, insects continued to grow and reorganize into a pair of intact hands.

"I'll shield you from the demonic sounds, go ahead and attack! I'll handle him."

Just as Sikong Wen and the Shadow Mage thought they were about to die on the spot and were cursing the guy in the shadows for deserting his post, Bai Mo's voice appeared in their ears.

At the same time, the sonic interference that had been preventing the two from connecting to the star trails suddenly disappeared.

The moment Bai Mo saw the black flying insects, he immediately realized that this refined man was not a sound mage at all; his sound abilities were borrowed from those black flying insects.

These black flying insects don't have strong sonic abilities; it's just that their large numbers have led to a qualitative change, achieving the effect of sonic interference from sonic magic.

Instantly, the ground beneath Sikong Wen's feet churned once again, after he had been passively attacked and had endured more than ten mid-level magic attacks, and his shield magic tool had been destroyed.

The Shadow Mage moved with incredible agility once more, instantly stealthily disappearing into the charging black beasts. Shadow sword nails appeared, pinning these filthy creatures to the ground.

A wisp of white wind swept by, and Bai Mo's figure appeared in front of the refined man.

"Sound arrow!"

The sound waves condensed, and a sonic arrow shot out with a sharp whistle, emitting a soul-stirring sound that also disturbed the mind, striking directly at the refined man's brow.

"There was another one."

A crystalline light shone from the refined man's body, and swarms of black insects fell from his face like dirt, revealing larvae wriggling within his muscles.

However, it blocked the chaotic sound emitted by the white ink arrow. At the same time, a strong golden light burst forth, directly forming a thick barrier of light to block the incoming sonic arrow.

"But that's not enough!"

As he spoke, the man's body suddenly swelled to five meters tall, a pair of translucent black wings appeared on his back, and fine, dense black hairs like steel needles grew on his body. His eyeballs burst open and shattered the flesh on his face, reconstructing a face full of eyes.

The white aphids on the severed wrists spread wildly and densely, turning into two thick tentacles as thick as telephone poles.

He was no longer human; he had completely transformed into a monster born for battle!

"Be thankful, I'm going to smash you all to pieces and make you part of my body!"

A hoarse, unpleasant, and indistinct voice came through.

A thick tentacle, accompanied by a howling wind, slammed down towards Bai Mo.

It was like a dragon swinging its tail, unstoppable!

boom! ! !

With a loud bang, a narrow trench appeared on the ground.

The terrifying force smashed Bai Mo's figure into pieces, leaving a dense network of spiderweb-like cracks covering the ground.

Sikong Wen, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, stared wide-eyed. He was initially quite happy to see Bai Mo, but he never expected that Bai Mo would be smashed to death in just a few breaths!

"Back off!"

The sudden voice in their ears made Sikong Wen and the Shadow Mage, who were somewhat incredulous, breathe a sigh of relief.

A series of moon-white star charts suddenly appeared, shining brightly a hundred meters away from the venomous beast that the refined man had transformed into.

Until the cold, desolate, moon-white starlight formed a magnificent, ancient, vast, and imposing constellation of moonlight, as if it concealed a world within it.

Bai Mo's figure appeared accompanied by a solemn and dignified chant.

"Summoning the Beast Tide!"

Rumble!!

A towering, moon-white portal, hundreds of meters tall, descended from a distant shore under countless glittering stars. Though it was utterly silent, a thunderous roar, like the stampede of ten thousand beasts, resounded in the hearts of everyone present.

Roar!

Roar! ...

The awe-inspiring roars transformed into rolling thunder, and a broad torrent of blue water surged forth!

The massive, powerful hand cleaved the ground as it landed. After the torrent of blue water subsided, only sand remained. Above that wild and handsome head, pairs of eerie purple eyes, majestic yet malevolent, seemed to hold the wrath of the heavens.

Rumble! ...

The three-story-high structure seemed like a rushing mountain, shaking the entire area!

The might of over a hundred warriors soared into the sky, their enormous size accompanied by incredible speed, sweeping like a whirlwind or a flood bursting its banks!

In an instant, the refined man, the dozen or so black-clad priests, and the numerous black beast demons behind them were all overwhelmed.

Looking at the endless herd of lions that stretched like a tidal wave, both Sikong Wen and the Shadow Mage swallowed hard, utterly shocked.

With over a hundred warriors surrounding them, even a high-level mage would be unable to cope unless they were elites who had been immersed in high-level combat for many years.

Under the overwhelming power, the so-called intermediate-level magic was utterly futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Those Black-clad members of the Black Church, lacking coordination and formation, were reduced to dust beneath the lions' feet with a single charge.

Only the refined man stood firm against the swarm of purple-eyed blue lions, his tentacles impenetrable and his body covered in steel needles that exuded venom.

Numerous purple-eyed blue lions were whipped away, poisoned, and transformed into streaks of light, returning to the summoning plane. While dealing with these minions, a smile seemed to spread across the refined man's face, which was filled with bright eyes.

The sight was utterly hideous, and vicious words screamed out, "I've changed my mind, I'm going to slowly devour you!"

Bai Mo remained unmoved as the surging earth energy poured in, and the ceaseless magical energy was transformed into summoning magical energy.

In an instant, the bright, moon-white Milky Way dimmed.

Outside, however, the tranquil, pale white portal shone with an intense radiance, as if celebrating the arrival of some being.

Boom!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, emanated from the towering summoning gate, causing even the space itself to tremble.

With a single, enormous foot stepping out, it instantly shattered a patch of concrete. Each toe was as large as a car, and its purplish-red fur gleamed with a bloodthirsty light. A vast aura of blood permeated the area, and a cloud of madness and violence enveloped it.

(End of this chapter)