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

Chapter 202 The Destruction of the Dangerous Village, a Gross Attack

Bai Mo stood there, and beside him was Ding Yumin. At this moment, she was filled with a chilling evil aura, and wisps of blood-black cursed matter flew out of her body like mosquitoes, constantly condensing on a faint blue light half a foot away from her.

If you look closely, you will find that the fist-sized, flame-like blue light is connected to a thin ray of light, and at the other end of the ray of light, it disappears into the brow of Ding Yumin's deathly pale face!

Ding Yumin had been in this state for a whole day, and the blood-red mist-like curse power around her was gathering more and more, and these curse powers also contained a strange life force.

Therefore, it especially attracts the attention of the dead, who probably craved the fragrant smell while hiding under the soil during the day!

The moon had barely risen in the sky and night had barely covered the earth when they eagerly crawled out of the soil.

There were even a few right in front of Bai Mo. Looking at those disgusting green and yellowish eyes, Bai Mo waved his hand fiercely and struck out with his mind, causing the space to tremble and a gale to rise.

"Get out of here!"

An invisible force swept across, directly knocking away the undead surrounding the two. At least a dozen corpses were smashed to pieces by the powerful force, their undead crystals shattered.

The undead and corpses that were a little further away were all slammed down the hillside by the immense force, becoming obstacles for the undead who wanted to climb up.

At a glance, all that could be seen were servants, and there were quite a few of them, about fifty in number, while more undead seemed to be wandering over from afar.

Bai Mo sighed. In this ancient capital, there was a coffin every five steps and a tomb every ten. There was a whole nest of the dead on this small hillside. There were really too many.

The gate of moonlight opened wide, and the spirit of the wind flew out from within.

"Little Wind Spirit, do you see those things? Destroy any that get close."

Bai Mo pointed to the dense mass of undead below the hillside. Feng Ling excitedly waved her hand, and a gust of wind swept down from the top of the hillside in all directions. The powerful airflow was even stronger than Bai Mo's dispersing power, and it swept up the rotting corpses around the hillside and blew them to a farther place.

I don't know how many died from the fall, but the effect was obviously good.

"Huh?"

Feng Ling tilted her head, feeling that the effect was not very good; a single gust of wind could not eliminate all of these guys.

"Good, let's do it this way." Bai Mo was very satisfied. These rotting corpses were not fast, and those that were crippled by falls were even slower.

The wind spirit can maintain the cleanliness of the undead in this area, while those that she can't blow away with a gust of wind are the ones that need to be dealt with more seriously.

For example, the skeleton at the foot of the mountain was entirely dark gold in color, the size of an adult, and looked terrifying and eerie. It didn't have much of an aura, but it was something that the wind spirit couldn't blow away.

Sensing the skeleton's unusual reaction, Feng Ling realized it was a powerful general, radiating an aura. She immediately condensed a long, narrow wind blade and attacked the black-gold skeleton.

"Click-clack!"

The sound of bones clashing together was exceptionally loud. The black gold skeleton raised its hands to block in front of it, but the bones, which were harder than gold and stone, were of no use whatsoever.

The Wind Spirit, already at the Commander level, wielded exceptionally condensed and sharp wind blades. Although nothing seemed out of the ordinary, these blades were like divine weapons capable of severing hair with a single blow. With a crisp sound, the hands of the Black Gold Skeleton that were blocking its path were suddenly severed, and the remaining force of the wind blades cleaved its body in two.

However, for the undead, especially skeletons, losing an arm or a leg is not a serious injury. The upper half of their body, which was lying on the ground, was simply propped up by the arm.

Then, he reconnected his severed hand with Feng Ling's, reached forward with both hands, grabbed the lower half of his body, pressed it against his body, and stood up as if he were still intact. He then strode towards the two people on the hillside.

These weak undead are fearless; their only instinct is killing and bloodlust. And without shattering the undead crystal, the undead will not truly die.

Therefore, Bai Mo was not surprised by this, and simply said to the stunned Xiao Fengling:

"These things are the dead. It's no use breaking them in half. You need to shatter their undead crystals."

Bai Mo had seen records of the Black Gold Skeleton undead in books. These demons were of ordinary size, but their bones weighed over ten thousand pounds and were incredibly hard. Their attack power was immense, and ordinary defensive magic could not withstand two of their impacts.

Their undead crystals are located within the hard skull defenses.

Bai Mo stretched out his hand, his mind forming a claw, and directly captured the black gold skeleton. Facing Feng Ling, he hooked his finger and lifted the black gold skeleton's skull.

Pointing to a black crystal inside, he said to Feng Ling, "This is the Undead Crystal. Break it, and this demon will die."

"Whoosh!" Little Wind Spirit nodded seriously, indicating that she had remembered everything. She raised her hand and unleashed a wind blade, which flashed by in an instant and split the undead crystal in two.

"The location of the necromancy crystal is different for each type of undead, so don't keep staring at other people's foreheads."

Bai Mo added a sentence, indicating to Xiao Fengling to keep an eye on the undead and not let them get close, while he himself began to cultivate.

Wind Spirit spotted the rotting corpses that were closing in again. This time, it didn't need the strong wind to blow them away. Its small body spun around, and a whirlwind immediately spread out. As the whirlwind spread, it grew larger and larger, and the sound of the wind became more and more urgent! It formed a huge tornado that covered the entire hillside!

The raging tornado was no different from the Calamity Wind Dragon released by Bai Mo. In the blink of an eye, it swept up a large number of rotting corpses on the hillside. The wind wall with powerful tearing force was like dragon claws dancing, tearing the rotting corpses apart. All the rotting corpses that were torn by the claws became pieces of flesh.

In the end, it turned into a large area of ​​unknown matter and was scattered on the ground, not to mention the undead crystals.

If Bai Mo were still awake, he would be speechless. He said precision guidance, but how did it become firepower coverage for Feng Ling?

Even the Wind Spirit was somewhat weary after a night of fighting. Bai Mo had just finished cultivating and opened her eyes when she returned to the Summoning Dimension to sleep.

Standing up, Bai Mo glanced around. There were many pieces of rotting flesh and blood; it seemed Feng Ling had killed quite a few corpses last night. Perhaps the number of undead in this area would be less tonight?

It will take another seven or eight days for Yu Mian to refine the evil body, and Bai Mo feels that the time ahead should be easier.

The sun in the ancient capital seemed warmer than in other places, or perhaps it was because the ancient capital was too cold and gloomy at night.

The dead are the mortal enemies of the living, so as far as the eye can see, there are very few dense forests or animals in this area.

Beside Ding Yumin, the blood-black cursed aura grew even denser, completely obscuring a three-meter radius around her. This forced Bai Mo to retreat further away.

These curses were far more powerful than he had imagined. At first, just touching some of the cursed gas caused half of his protective aura to dissipate.

Another sunrise.

Su Ming held the last piece of grey garlic given to him by his grandfather in his hand. Looking at the sunlight that once represented hope, the darkness in his eyes remained unlit.

The villagers had all died at the hands of those people. He didn't know what those black monsters were, nor who those people were, nor why they, who lived peacefully, had suffered such a devastating calamity.

He was buried in his grandfather's grave for two days, ate gray garlic for two days, ate dirt for two days, and listened to screams and wails all night.

There were also some people who sneered cruelly and spoke in obsequious voices. Su Ming wanted to rush out and fight them, but then he remembered his grandfather's words.

"You must survive! The village depends on you!"

This is the third day since he crawled out of the earthen grave. There is only one gray garlic left. The ancient capital is still far away. The other villages he passed through are deserted, and the well water is gone.

Fortunately, he had some dry food to fill his stomach. Su Ming was not a mage, and he didn't know if he would be alive tomorrow.

He gazed in a direction far removed from the ancient capital, where there was commotion every night, with the wind howling incessantly, and he could even hear the howls of the dead.

His expression was somewhat hesitant, recalling the glimpse he had secretly caught last night on the mountaintop, a radiance he had never seen before.

He pursed his lips, tightened his grip on the gray garlic in his hand, and deviated from his path toward the ancient capital.

The moon is hiding behind the clouds tonight.

It unleashed the darkness of the entire wasteland.

After the Frost's Descent, the temperature becomes especially cold, and on the hillside, it is even more chilly.

This is the seventh night. Through the blood-black curse mist that has expanded to a range of five meters, Bai Mo can vaguely sense two people.

Yes, there were two people, one of whom was Ding Yumin's evil form!

The process was very strange. Bai Mo, who had been observing from the sidelines, was also unclear about how the evil body was formed. It appeared in an instant without any warning.

Absolutely true!

Bai Mo estimated that Ding Yumin should be able to finish refining the evil body by tomorrow at the latest.

"Ugh~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

A deeper, hoarse roar came from that direction. Bai Mo looked over and saw dozens of cloth-wrapped corpses that had somehow crawled onto the ground, as well as an even larger monster.

It was twice as high as the small hill where Bai Mo was standing; to him, the hill in front of him was simply a mound of earth!

Its enormous body was essentially a mountain of flesh, from which thick black corpse oil dripped down, creating craters the size of washbasins on the ground. And on this body, there were also writhing black tentacles, dripping with highly toxic slime.

A minor commander, plus a squad of great generals.

Bai Mo was not alarmed, but he knew he couldn't let the commander get close. He said to Feng Ling.

"You stay here and keep an eye on Sister Yu Mian. Nothing can get close to her."

As he spoke, he glanced to the north. In the past few days, he had been using sound string detection to investigate the surrounding area, and at first, there was nothing unusual.

To this day, a figure that was originally heading towards the ancient capital has changed direction and is coming towards him.

Bai Mo didn't know whether it was friend or foe. The only thing he could tell was that its cultivation level was probably not high and it was moving very slowly.

We're not far from here now.

Although the opponent has temporarily stopped advancing, Bai Mo has to be on guard.

"No!" Little Wind Spirit patted his chest, promising to take good care of Sister Yu Mian.

Bai Mo then swiftly released the wind-element constellation. The light and agile star fragments rapidly changed in his palm, instantly summoning thousands of streams of air that formed a pair of enormous wings that appeared behind him.

The wind howled, and in the blink of an eye, Bai Mo appeared before the mountain of flesh and corpses. With a wave of his hand, a huge wind map expanded out, illuminating the area with brilliant magical light.

"The wind howls!"

On the star map, a pattern resembling a dragon's head shone brightly. In an instant, a gale swept through, and a wave of wind dragon suddenly surged forth. Its domineering and fierce power instantly swept away those cloth-wrapped corpses.

The roar of the wind dragon slammed into the poisonous corpse minister, causing its massive body to shake violently. A large patch of its huge chest peeled off, revealing solidified corpse oil upon closer inspection!

A large amount of corpse oil dripped down, drawn by his dense tentacles, and splashed towards Bai Mo.

So much corrosive corpse poison, just smelling it would make one dizzy, Bai Mo didn't want this stuff to fall on him.

"Disperse!"

His will coalesced into numerous palm prints, unleashing a power powerful enough to shatter mountains and halt rivers, directly shattering the oncoming corpse poison and slime. The powerful spatial telekinesis, its momentum undiminished, collided with the dense tentacles hidden behind a layer of venom.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap rose from the ground, and a powerful current of air scattered in all directions, carrying with it broken tentacles.

Having failed in his first attack, the Poisonous Corpse Minister stomped heavily on the ground with both feet, his entire mountain-like body crashing into Bai Mo. The dripping corpse oil from his body, like a venomous waterfall from the depths of hell, sprayed towards Bai Mo.

"Instantaneous teleportation!"

With such a massive impact and that torrent of corpse oil poison, Bai Mo didn't want to face it head-on. Even if he managed to block it, he would be covered in the stench of corpses.

"Void Sword Wheel!"

A flash of silver light, and Bai Mo's figure instantly appeared high in the sky.

Above the head of the Poisonous Corpse Minister, one after another, thirty-meter-long silver giant swords materialized, their sharp sword energy slicing through space. The seven giant swords revolved around Bai Mo's body, and suddenly merged into a sword wheel covering a hundred meters.

The sword wheel spun at high speed; its sharpness was enough to sting the mind with a single glance, tearing through the air and creating a whirlwind. It moved with incredible speed, ripping through space, and instantly arrived above the head of the Poisonous Corpse Minister.

With a hissing sound, like a sharp sword slicing through cloth, the razor-sharp sword wheel instantly cut through the layers of defense of the poisonous corpse minister. Corpse oil, flesh armor, bones, and finally, most of its head was shaved off!

However, the undead crystal of the flesh-touch corpse minister did not seem to be inside the skull. He could not feel the pain, but only felt that he was provoked by this tiny insect, which actually allowed it to damage his perfect body. Suddenly, he saw the severed half of the skull.

In a liquid that was indistinguishable as either brain matter or some other bizarre substance, countless dark green, blackish bubbles churned on the cross-section where swarms of bug-like creatures swam.

In an instant, like a volcanic eruption, the dark green liquid fire pillar containing black insects shot up and bombarded the white ink in the sky!

"This is the most disgusting attack I've ever seen in my life."

The wind wings behind Bai Mo flapped rapidly, propelling him like a jet plane straight into the distance, quickly dodging the spray of poisonous blood.

(End of this chapter)