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

Chapter 208 Leaving the City to Slay Ghosts

"Hmm~~"

With a soft moan, Ding Yumin slowly opened her eyes. A handsome face greeted her, staring at her intently. He was about to ask:

"How is it? The evil fire isn't right. Has the evil energy been expelled?"

"Let me sleep for a while, don't move." Ding Yumin gave him a coquettish look. Why did this person have so many tricks up his sleeve? He even wanted her to release her evil body.

"You go to sleep, I'll go wash up. What do you want to eat?" Bai Mo got up and laid her down on the sofa. If she clung to him any longer, she wouldn't be able to sleep.

After tidying himself up, Bai Mo stepped out of the hotel and saw Leng Qing, who was holding two breakfasts.

"emmm"

Bai Mo's face stiffened, and his smug smile vanished instantly. He glanced at the breakfast in Leng Qing's hand.

"Qingqing, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you because you found out about the Black Vatican, didn't you?"

Leng Qing remained expressionless as she handed one of the breakfasts to Bai Mo. Just as Bai Mo was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard her say:

"This is for Yu Mian. Don't be so rough with girls."

Bai Mo's hand trembled. Okay, he'd been caught. He scratched his head and glanced at Leng Qing, still unable to discern anything.

"Send it to Yu Mian. What, do you want me to come with you?"

"What about mine?" Bai Mo changed the subject.

"Go buy it yourself," Leng Qing said, and started eating by herself.

Bai Mo glanced at it, then at what he was holding. "What's this?"

"Spicy soup, fried dough sticks."

"Yu Mian hasn't woken up yet. I'll eat and then buy her another one." Bai Mo said, opening the breakfast in his hand, finding a breakfast shop, ordering a few more items, and having them pack them up.

Then he said to Leng Qing, "Let me tell you about the Black Vatican."

"Okay." Leng Qing nodded slightly, and seeing that he still remembered her, she softened her tone. "Be mindful of your surroundings and keep the noise out."

"I know." Bai Mo nodded and began to recount the discoveries made about the Black Vatican yesterday.

After Bai Mo finished speaking, Leng Qing no longer cared about the decadent music she had heard last night. Her brows furrowed, and she didn't even want to eat, constantly thinking of a solution.

Ultimately, it was discovered that the only option was to evacuate the people. No wonder she saw many members of the Magic Association organizing people to move to the inner city from the outermost perimeter when she entered the city this morning; they said it was some kind of disaster drill.

Especially in the northern district, most of the outer areas are deserted. It's only because this area is close to the inner city that the Magic Association hasn't had time to organize a relocation effort.

Taking a deep breath, Leng Qing raised her eyes. "What are your plans?"

"No, I'll stay here and do my part." Bai Mo hesitated for a moment, not saying that he wanted to take Ding Yumin into the Abyss of Evil.

With the Kun Well water, he could probably bring Ding Yumin inside, but bringing Leng Qing along might not be enough.

"By the way, is Jiang Feng here?" Bai Mo asked, remembering something.

"She's here." Leng Qing nodded slightly. "She heard that I came to the ancient capital to investigate the Black Vatican, so she came along."

She paused, glanced at Bai Mo, and said, "The ancient capital is unstable right now, and I need to talk to Han Ji. Be careful and don't overdo anything."

"Hmm," Bai Mo glanced at her furtively, nodded emphatically, and then said, "Don't worry. Be careful yourself, don't be reckless, you can have Jiang Feng take your place."

Leng Qing glared at the man, and seeing that the shopkeeper had already packed and delivered his order, she said, "Take this to Yu Mian quickly, I'm leaving now."

Watching him leave, Bai Mo quietly tapped the table. Yin Bo first found Mo Fan. These classmates from Bocheng were chatting together, mostly comforting Mu Bai and Mu He.

Muhe must have been captured. He heard many people talking about the magical battle in a certain neighborhood last night, and that someone had been taken away by the Guardian Mage.

The outermost urban area is basically deserted; the only ones left are mages preparing to hunt undead outside the city at night.

Bai Mo overheard Mo Fan and his group discussing going out to kill undead that night, and wanted to show Mo Fan what it was like, while also letting Mu Bai vent his frustrations.

They also mentioned whether or not to call themselves.

I got up and went back to the hotel.

Ding Yumin had already washed up. While watching her eat, Bai Mo asked, "Have you expelled all the evil energy?"

"It's clean." Ding Yumin glanced at him. "What do we do next?"

"Waiting for the Abyss of Evil."

"What exactly is that armor you're talking about?"

"The work of the Ancient King might still contain his spirit; you must be careful," Bai Mo said solemnly, confirming once again.

"Won't this evil entity really affect you in return?"

"No." Ding Yumin nodded. She supported Bai Mo's plan. Although she didn't understand which book Bai Mo was referring to as the source of the information, she was willing to support Bai Mo's cause.

Moreover, this matter really shouldn't affect her safety. She had confirmed many times that as long as she shut down her synesthesia, the evil body's sensations wouldn't affect her.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Yumin asked, "When will we enter the Abyss of Fiends?"

"When it comes, the combined strength of the two of us won't be enough to reach its edge."

Bai Mo said that it was only because Ding Yumin had an avatar, and that the avatar was a dark creature equivalent to an undead, that he would never have bothered with this armor.

Because wearing that armor is tantamount to becoming a ghost.

As for the corruption of the ancient king's remnant soul and evil thoughts, Bai Mo was not too worried. It was just an armor that had been silent for two thousand years. Even Zhan Kong could resist it with his firm will. He did not believe that Ding Yumin was no match for him.

The victims' inherent abilities determined that once they awakened their magic, or even before they did, they would be different from ordinary people and would not experience equal treatment.

Whether it's Qin Yu'er or Mu Ningxue, their innate talents subject them to the torment of ice and snow. Bai Mo doesn't understand what kind of torment those with a spiritual nature suffer, but just thinking about it makes him realize it can't be pleasant.

The fact that she could maintain a normal life for more than three years under such conditions can only demonstrate that Ding Yumin's inner strength is beyond imagination.

During the conversation, there was a knock on the door.

It was Mo Fan who invited Bai Mo and Ding Yumin to go and see the spirits of the dead.

"It's only afternoon now, and it's still a long way from nightfall," Bai Mo said.

"We can sing a few songs and catch up," Mo Fan shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyway, we have nothing else to do. Hey Bai Mo, you're not planning to get involved in something as big as Sha Yuan's affairs, are you?"

"I don't have that ability," Bai Mo said. "Then let's go, I'll go call Yu Mian."

Bell Tower Buddhist Association

High up in the pavilion, Ling Xi frowned. She was not worried about the fact that Mu He, the Grand Steward of Hujin, had been captured by Lu Huan, the Chief of the Imperial Guards dispatched by Han Ji.

Looking at Mu He, who was hanging high in the attic, his repairs ruined and exposed to the scorching sun, her eyes showed no emotion; in fact, they even showed disgust and contempt.

The concern stems from the unknown aspects of the plan that are beyond our control.

She had considered the possibility that Mu He would be exposed; this idiot couldn't even handle a small exercise in Bocheng, and wasn't worthy of her trust. However, in her mind, Mu He's identity shouldn't be revealed by Han Ji.

Lingxi's eyes flickered with uncertainty as she reviewed her plan once again.

Finally, she relaxed her brow. The plan wouldn't change. Sha Yuan had already drifted towards the ancient capital again, and the awakening of that ancient king was inevitable. She was merely opening the door for it.

Once the core of the plan is in place, and Master Wu Ku brings down the rain, her name, Salang, will shake the entire world!

As an elder of the Hunter's Alliance, it was her duty to go out at night to oversee the war against the undead.

Lingxi turned around, her back to the twilight sky filled with dark clouds, spread her wings, and flew out of the pavilion.

Behind him came Mu He's maniacal laughter, "Hahahaha, you think this will make me confess? The entire ancient capital will be buried with me!"

The heavy clouds seemed to bring nightfall earlier than usual.

Standing atop the city wall, Bai Mo, a high-level spatial mage, was assigned the task of rescuing people.

Going from 100 kilometers to 30 kilometers is nothing to Sha Yuan; it's just a matter of a few spells in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz~~~~~~~~~!!"

"Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The blood-red light gradually intensified, staining the sky outside the north city wall. The tolling of bells echoed from afar, reaching the ears of everyone inside and outside the north city wall.

The alarm bells rang, carrying a spirit-boosting power. High in the sky, four white beams rose in succession, a signal for a broad-based assembly.

The wind passed by, taking with it a stunningly beautiful figure. Bai Mo and his companion led them to the main building on the north city wall.

He knew that Sha Yuan had arrived, thirty kilometers outside the city.

With just a single sonic wave probe, one could hear countless ghostly cries, enough to shatter one's spirit. Shaking his head, Bai Mo stopped the sonic probe.

A pair of bright, piercing eyes looked over. "What are you doing here!"

"Who do you think discovered Muhe?"

Zhu Meng opened his eyes. He hadn't heard Han Ji mention it before, so he said irritably, "It's good that you're here. Here's a team of mages for you to lead. Guard the city well."

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Meng began to explain to the assembled mages the reason for their gathering: that Sha Yuan had appeared thirty miles outside the north city wall.

Wherever the Abyss of Fiends is located, even if a huge number of undead gather there, what they need to do is prevent passing undead from invading the city.

Upon hearing that they were only to guard the area and not to explore the Abyss of Evil, the mages who had responded to the call breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hooray~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Just as everyone was expressing their willingness to contribute, a roar came from the dim sky to the north, so loud that it shook the steel city wall violently!

Everyone felt ringing in their ears and dizziness, as if a huge shock wave was crashing down with the force of covering the horizon!

Zhu Meng, Fei Jiao, Lu Xu, the military commander of the North City Wall, and the others changed their expressions and stared in horror at the dark figure in the distance.

Bai Mo also looked over, and the huge figure that seemed to cover the night sky was like another city, looming among the countless corpses and ghosts. Just one glance was enough to give people an unshakable shock and impact.

"A tyrannical demon!"

"That's right. He wants to use the power of the Abyss of Fiends to gather the undead and break through the north city wall. We don't have many more troops, but we high-level mages can try to kill him!"

Zhu Meng made the decision quickly without the slightest hesitation.

"This is too dangerous. If we fail, the north city wall will be left undefended!"

Lu Xu and Staff Officer Zhu, who were standing nearby, believed that their current strength was insufficient, and that carrying out the decapitation plan would be tantamount to suicide.

"Then what can you do? In less than an hour, they will appear within three kilometers of the city wall. We will have to face them sooner or later."

Zhu Meng said that his ideals would never allow any citizen to be killed under his nose, so although his tone was gentle, his emotions became increasingly firm.

"Rather than let him besiege the city, and cause even more innocent deaths, let us risk our lives, fight with all our might, and turn the tide!"

"This..." Staff Officer Zhu was speechless. He naturally knew that Zhu Meng was right, but what if a better way came up in a little while? "But we don't have enough strength to kill him."

"Then add me." Just then, the Xuanbang expert, Hunter King Du Xiao, stepped out from the crowd and strolled out with the demon man.

Upon seeing Du Xiao, they became much more optimistic about the decapitation operation and made arrangements. In order to be in better condition to fight the Ghost Tyrant, Zhu Meng and others discussed deploying a group of mages, including those summoned by the signal.

They will first kill the corpse ministers and bone ministers guarding the Ghost Tyrant, covering the Light Mage Corps in eliminating a large number of White Yin Ghosts and clearing away the obstacles hindering their battle with the Ghost Tyrant.

They were mostly high-level mages, and were responsible for fighting the Ghost Tyrant.

The entire city wall, along with the summoned mages, Bai Mo, and Ding Yumin, can draw seven high-ranking mages and two hundred mid-ranking mages.

Ding Yumin's mission is to follow the Weiguang Dharma Master Group, provide them with cover, and fight against the White Yin Ghost that can invade the mind.

Bai Mo led thirty mid-level mages, clearing the way and providing an outer layer of cover for the light mage group.

Most of his team consisted of military mages who could be drawn from the city walls; Mo Fan was not among them, as the demon man had taken him away.

Perhaps out of consideration for the ragtag army, his team was not far from the group of the demonic man Mo Fan.

Leaping over the city walls that defended against the undead, they were met with countless roaring, thunderous undead surging towards them like a black tidal wave. Their resentment was palpable, and the swirling winds of corpses, carrying the stench of decay, swept towards them.

It was like the faint breath of a wild beast before its meal, sending chills down one's spine!

This wasn't Bai Mo's first time participating in a war, but compared to the one in Fancheng, his involvement this time was unintentionally much deeper.

He wasn't someone who enjoyed seeking thrills. Faced with war, all he could do was try his best to protect the people behind the pearl. In the face of the overwhelming horde of zombies, an individual's strength was insignificant.

Fortunately, the power of the army and the power of the group can transform this insignificance into greatness.

Bai Mo had a pair of wind wings spread behind him, flying at the very front of the group. Each mage squad was like a sword, their purpose being to cut through the seemingly endless army of rotting corpses in front of them, covering the light mage squad as they reached their designated location.

"Windbreaker!"

The command reached the ears of every team member, surprising them slightly, even though not all of them were wind mages.

However, there were quite a few mid-level wind elementalists. The howling wind combined with the roar of the war god, and nine tornadoes instantly rose into the air, roaring and forming a row, crashing fiercely into the oncoming black corrosive tide.

Just then, everyone felt their breath catch in their throats, and the wind element in the air suddenly became even more concentrated. Then they saw the team leader, Bai Mo, casually flick his wrist.

The small whirlwind it created landed in the middle of the many wind conduits, and in an instant it expanded into a huge wind dragon that seemed to connect the sky and the earth. The swirling vortex collided with the tornadoes of the other nine people.

In an instant, an even larger tornado gathered, which, from a distance, resembled a mountain of wind slowly advancing.

(End of this chapter)