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

Chapter 185 Murder, Yanguan

"ah!!"

Just as I reached the foot of Tianzhu Peak, a terrified scream came from the distant woods. It was as if I had seen a demon from the depths of hell.

Even a spirit can hear extremely faint sounds from a great distance.

The wind spirit transformed back into the form of a little girl and sat atop Bai Mo's head. The remaining wind energy transformed into a vortex that steadily placed the two of them on the ground.

Seeing them looking towards the woods from which the terrified screams came, she looked over as well.

"What's in there?" Lingling asked, knowing that Bai Mo must have sensed it.

"There's one person in front, one mountain man behind, and another group of mountain men behind them. They're fishing."

Bai Mo looked over there, sketching out the scene based on the sound wave detection in his mind, and his expression also changed.

"Mountain Man..." Lingling nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Under Bai Mo's command, Feng Ling transformed once more into the divine beast Fei Lian, carrying Ling Ling and Bai Mo with leisurely steps, heading in that direction.

He appeared relaxed and walked with ease. But with each step, he was already more than ten meters away.

Therefore, after only a few dozen steps, everyone saw a person, a person crawling while screaming!

He was covered in blood, his face smeared with it, making it impossible to tell if it was his own or someone else's.

"what!"

"ah!!!"

"ah!!!!"

He lay prone on the ground, digging his hands into the soil and tearing at the earth with each thrust. His arms, covered in blood, mud, and grass, strained as he dragged his entire body forward.

With each step forward, a scream filled with terror and pain would emanate from his wide-open, tongueless, teeth-less, bloody mouth.

The reason he was described as crawling was because his legs had been torn off, with tendons and bones protruding from the extremely irregular cuts, leaving long trails of blood on the ground.

Upon seeing the two people approaching from the right front, a light seemed to shine in his dark eyes, which were raised in pain.

However, this glimmer of light was too faint, and it vanished instantly as soon as it appeared.

He instinctively used both hands to pull his body forward a little more, as if trying to get closer to them. With this movement, a mechanical scream, louder than before, came from his mouth.

"ah!!!!!!"

Was it urging, warning, admonition, pleading, or despair? Perhaps even he himself couldn't tell, nor could Bai Mo.

All he could clearly see was the tragic scene before him, the ugly mountain man behind him strolling leisurely like a slave owner, and the ever-growing rage in his chest.

This mountain man was over three meters tall, with a robust build and tusks like a wild boar. He was chewing something in his mouth, and on his bear-like claws, he was gripping a blood-soaked human leg!

A pair of eyes, as big as copper bells, turned ferocious the moment they saw them.

"Roar!!!"

A loud, rhythmic roar came from its mouth, as if it were announcing something, but it didn't stop walking and threw away the remaining half of the human leg in its hand.

Without any mercy, it was about to crush the people crawling slowly and screaming in pain under its feet, and then wantonly play with these two fresh prey.

Seeing this scene, Bai Mo's anger surged even more fiercely. The last person to call out to others like this probably died in the same way! He had read the descriptions of the mountain man's brutality and bloodshed in the books, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he realized how pale those descriptions were!

With a flash of silver light, a burst of mental energy transformed into a phantom claw, directly grabbing the mountain man's raised foot.

"Do you enjoy torturing people?"

Bai Mo stared directly at the mountain man and asked coldly. Before the mountain man could reply, more spatial power descended, transforming into silver chains that pierced through the mountain man's limbs and pinned him to the ground.

Despite being a little girl, Lingling remained calm in the face of all this, only reminding him, "Bai Mo, it just tipped us off, and those ambushers following behind should be here soon."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, and the sound string detector clearly presented the actions of the mountain people who were gathering around him in his mind.

Knowing that there were other mountain people behind him, he didn't rush to deal with the one in front of him.

Lingling asked Fengling to put her down. As soon as she landed on the ground, she immediately went to the person who had stopped shouting and was staring blankly at the mountain man behind him who was unable to move.

After Lingling stopped his bleeding, a glimmer of hope shone again in his eyes.

Beer! Beer! Beer!

Beer beer beer beer!!!

Suddenly, roars erupted from all directions, their ferocious power threatening to extinguish the light of hope once more, like a night frozen for millennia.

The surrounding trees collapsed in an instant, and one after another, strong and tall mountain men, waving their paw-like hands, surrounded them from all sides.

A dozen or so mountain men charged forward in a frenzy, as if each wanted to be the first to taste the flesh and blood that fell into their mouths with a scream of terror.

Facing these despicable fellows, Bai Mo had no intention of holding back. He would kill them in the most terrifying and painful way possible to extinguish the anger in his heart!

A thought as powerful as the collapse of the sky arose resolutely, accompanied by a shockwave that sent trees flying as it swept through the enveloping space. The weight of a vast ocean suddenly pressed down, instantly freezing the rushing mountain people in place.

Space was compressed little by little by Bai Mo's will. He did not kill these things in an instant; he wanted them to taste the pain of every detail of life's withering.

First, the skin cracked and bled. Then, as the space continued to compress, the skin, along with the blood, was crushed into the flesh.

Flesh torn and tendons ripped apart. Eyeballs, unable to withstand the pressure, exploded, smearing the flesh, blood, and skin that had been crushed by the spatial force onto the already cracked bones. Gradually, the bones also succumbed to the immense pressure, breaking apart bit by bit from bottom to top, from toes to skull. Then, mixed with indistinguishable flesh and blood, they turned into a puddle of excrement smeared on the ground.

"Feeling better now?" Lingling glanced at him, remaining calm even in the face of such a bloody scene.

"fine."

"He seems to know something." Lingling looked at the man whose bleeding had stopped, his face covered in blood, making it impossible to tell his age.

Only a pair of clear, black and white eyes stared at the mountain man who had been annihilated by Bai Mo, revealing hatred and satisfaction.

As if remembering something, he pointed in a direction and made a sound that was difficult to understand.

"Ah~ Ahh~!"

His arm was waving in that direction, his eyes looking up at Bai Mo, and he seemed anxious, as if he was eager to tell Bai Mo some information.

"Don't worry, are any of your friends over there?"

Bai Mo squatted down and looked at him lying on the ground.

"Ah! Ah~~ar!"

The man shook his head, pointed forcefully in that direction, and urged the torrent of words.

Lingling gazed in that direction, a map of Mount Taihe flashing through her mind. Her expression suddenly turned serious, and she said to Bai Mo in a solemn tone:

"Bai Mo, quickly have Xiao Fengling lead us there, or leave Taihe Mountain. Something might have happened at Yanguan!"

"Hmm?" Bai Mo turned to look at her. There were basically no demons in Taihe Mountain that could threaten Yanguan Pass. The only one that could pose a threat to this city pass was the mountain tribe to the west. Therefore, Bai Mo was a little puzzled.

"How could that be? Didn't General Feng of Fancheng just wipe out a group of hermits from Taihe Mountain?"

"Do you remember when we were in the teahouse, we overheard those people chatting, and one of the military strategists said that their Military Intelligence Bureau had been transferred to the heart of Jiangzhou?"

Lingling asked, and before Bai Mo could nod, she continued:

"Yanguan is already the front line for defending the mountain tribe in Jiangzhou. Even the high-ranking guards of Yanguan have been transferred away. Based on the situation in Jiangcheng, one can imagine the situation of the military mages guarding Fancheng and the surrounding cities."

"It was precisely because there were few military forces left in the surrounding area that the Taihe Mountain people caused trouble some time ago, which is why Feng Chunjun, who directly commands Fancheng and guards the safety of Xiangcheng, had to take action to eliminate those mountain people!"

Bai Mo understood, but there were still some uncertainties.

"You mean, that small-scale disturbance among the mountain people was just a probe by the mountain tribes, and they intend to attack Xiangcheng, or even invade the heart of Jiangzhou? And the first place they want to eliminate is Yanguan, which can monitor their movements at all times!"

Lingling nodded with a serious expression, her eyes as calm as ever.

"I'd like to say I'm wrong, but it's a very likely scenario. Logically speaking, for a pass like Fancheng, which is related to fighting against a large tribe, it's not enough to have only one super-rank general stationed there."

When the two men turned their questioning gazes to the man lying on the ground, he nodded frantically, pointing desperately in the direction of Yanguan.

"Ha! I hope the vanguard of this mountain bandits isn't too large."

Taking a deep breath, Bai Mo gestured for Feng Ling to take him, while he himself took Ling Ling and headed towards Yanguan. Mount Taihe stretches for nearly a thousand miles, and his sound string detection could not cover such a large area.

Fortunately, Bai Mo's speed was not slow. He had both wind and earth elemental movement abilities, and was also fully enhanced by soul seeds. Some people would believe that he was an assassin mage.

As they approached Yanguan Peak, a series of shouts, like the cries of monkeys, reached Bai Mo's ears from a thousand meters away.

As the distance closed, the situation inside the pass came into his mind.

The protective barrier was still in operation. There were many ordinary people and even more injured hunters inside the city. From the information in their words, Bai Mo knew that it was the fear that had terrified them a while ago that saved their lives, while those who did not believe in the evil spirits were probably all dead.

On the city gate, squads of military mages were casting spells in an orderly fashion. Most of them were at the beginner level, and there weren't many at the beginner level. When they fell into the demon horde, it was like a cup of water being poured into a lake. Perhaps the previous battles had already exhausted too much of the military mages' magical energy.

There are also mid-level spells, but obviously fewer; they mainly rely on defensive barriers.

Most of the hunters were mid-level mages, since they wouldn't dare to venture near a demon tribe without sufficient strength.

But they had no commander and fought independently. One by one, they unleashed mid-level spells, only to have them all dodged by the mountain man's strange formation as if it were a premonition, resulting in little damage beyond futile efforts.

A large group of mountain people surrounded the small Yanguan Pass. They gathered together, gesturing and making strange movements, each time a mid-level spell that could harm them was cast.

They could all be easily evaded, and among these mountain men, there was one who was four meters tall, constantly issuing instructions.

Giant hands pounded relentlessly on the city gate, causing the towering walls and protective barrier to tremble. It seemed that before long, the barrier would dissipate due to insufficient energy.

"Damn it, where are the spies? Why are so many mountain people suddenly appearing?! Where are the communications officer? Did he go to Fancheng to notify them?!"

A deputy military intelligence officer who was temporarily in command here shouted loudly, and a pale-faced messenger immediately stepped forward to report next to him.

"Report! The reconnaissance mages haven't sent any messages, and our communications team...they haven't broken out of the encirclement!"

"What are we going to do? Are we just going to let the hundred or so people behind us die?"

The deputy military intelligence officer, whose face was as long as a horse's, slammed his fist against the city wall in front of him.

As they drew closer to Yan Guanguan, a kilometer away, Bai Mo's expression grew increasingly serious.

Lingling glanced at Bai Mo's expression and knew he had no intention of leaving Taihe Mountain. Presumably, Yanguan Pass was still there, so she said:

"Bai Mo, summon the orange cat and have it take me to Fancheng, and also take this wounded person with it."

"What if we encounter some mountain people on the way? It's safer for you to come with me."

"I know how to protect myself, and following you would make me too conspicuous. I estimate that Fancheng doesn't know what's going on here yet, so informing him early will allow us to prepare."

"Okay." Bai Mo was finally persuaded. Lingling's ability to save her life was indeed very strong. So he was about to summon the Divine Dust Tiger. However, as soon as the star map lit up, he smiled awkwardly.

"I forgot, the big orange and yellow jade fruit ate too much and has fallen into a deep sleep."

"You idiot."

"You've forgotten, haven't you? You were the one who told me to call for Big Orange first."

"You never told me it had gone into a deep sleep, and it sleeps all the time, how was I supposed to know this was a deep sleep!"

Bai Mo scratched his head and shrugged helplessly. "You should come with me. There are only about five hundred mountain people ahead. I can handle them."

During their conversation, they arrived at the foot of Yanguan Pass, where the military strategist on the summit also met him.

"Who's that! Are they here to provide support?" someone asked.

"They look quite young; they must be seeking refuge here. It's a pity this place is no longer safe."

Some of the more observant among them said that when they saw a group of mountain people heading towards them, they even shouted loudly:

"Young man, run! Yanguan is not safe!"

Bai Mo heard the shout, and also heard the deputy military commander on the city gate seem to be taking advantage of the momentary turmoil among the mountain people to send a communications mage to Fancheng.

Then, like a thunderclap in spring, his voice immediately resounded throughout the entire Yanguan mountain range.

"No one is allowed to come out! These mountain people are surrounded!"

As he spoke, one after another moon-white star map appeared around Bai Mo, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a magnificent and tranquil moon-white constellation that seemed to connect distant times and spaces.

"Little Wind Spirit".

"Hmm?"

"Lead your men and charge!"

"Hoo-hoo!" Feng Ling nodded excitedly, transforming into a divine beast several meters tall that resembled a lion but was even more majestic. Bai Mo recognized it; it was called Bi'an.

"Don't change it randomly, what if people come to me for copyright fees?"

Bai Mo shook his head, stretched out his hand, and as if tearing down a huge curtain, quickly and gradually revealed a tall summoning gate in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)