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

Chapter 519 Participation in the War

The Black Vatican's purpose in launching a war of power was nefarious, but Bai Mo had actually been waiting for this war to begin all along.

Besides anticipating Salang's appearance at this time to solidify his position, the more important reason was to cultivate good relations with the New Federation and obtain some valuable resources from them.

Bai Mo felt that if he were placed in a war, his role would be quite important.

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Banluo City, the venue for the Open Tournament of the Holy Academy of Ohos, is located in the vast Rehe region.

Looking further afield, the entire Rehe region is divided into two parts: one side is lush and green, while the other is dotted with factories.

The river water was grayish-white, just like the sky at that moment.

Thick clouds obscured the sky, their grayish-white hues conveying a sense of desolation and a faint air of foreboding.

Sitting in the audience, Bai Mo looked up at the thick clouds in the sky.

And in the perception, the seal of the chaotic space finally stopped flashing and shifting at a high frequency.

As if he could see through time and space, he turned his head and glanced at the upper reaches of the Rehe River, as if he could see the old monk there who could summon rain and clouds.

The entire Banluo City Grand Arena was bustling with excitement. As a rare and grand event, the competition combined the words "Holy Academy of Ohos" and "All of America".

It is undoubtedly worth the long journeys that many people on this continent would take to see.

It's going to rain.

Ding Yumin looked up and said something, glancing at the magic duel on the field; it wasn't their turn yet.

Shaga, being an outstanding student of the Holy Academy of Ohos, was scheduled to face off against someone last.

"Yes, it's going to rain."

Bai Mo nodded and glanced at the entire arena, especially at the positions of the new Federation's senior officials.

"There's murderous intent; something's wrong here," Ding Yumin continued.

Even though the stadium was packed with people, she could still easily spot those cool and breezy thoughts hidden among the cheers and jubilation.

Bai Mo squeezed her hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry about it.

As the saying goes, it's better to offer help in times of need than to add flowers to brocade. At this point, no one will care if you offer a reminder.

The next moment, a torrential downpour lashed down on the entire arena, the entire city, and the entire Rehe region.

The sky and the earth were soaked by the rain, revealing mottled and murky colors.

A sudden cold front swept in, and a damp, chilly smell filled the air with every breath.

Not far away, Mo Fan frowned as he watched the heavy rain, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind.

On the stage, yet another foreign teacher's student was defeated.

The exciting magical battle once again drew enthusiastic cheers from the surrounding crowd.

But the shout was immediately drowned out by the deafening roar of the outside world.

When the battle began, the square and roads outside the Banluo Grand Arena were already crowded with people who had not been able to enter the arena.

Some sat on the ground, while others simply stood on their cars.

The stadium isn't built high up; through the transparent barriers and architectural glass, some scenes can be seen.

The muddy rain poured down, and the enthusiastic group simply abandoned their umbrellas and raincoats, cheering and shouting in the rain.

Further away, there was another group holding signs covered with text.

They seemed to be using the arrival of friends from various countries as an opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction with the new government through various demonstrations and protests.

This group of people was also being closely watched by a group of urban armed forces.

You can demonstrate, but you must not cause trouble or affect tourists from different countries and cities in South America.

The reputation of the New Federal State of the Andes must not be ruined by these people!

"With so much money to host such a competition, why not give us a house to shelter us from the rain? You're the ones who made us leave our homes and tricked us into believing that the siren would devour all the cities and villages in the western Andes Mountains."

"You've placed us in a city like a labor camp, where we do filthy work to support you parasites who sit in high seats drinking red wine and watching games in the big cities!"

"Give us back our homes!!"

"Give us back our homes!!"

The march and demonstration was not large, with only about two or three hundred people.

Compared to a gambler and spectator whose minds are solely focused on the magic duel, they represent a very small percentage.

However, their voices rose and fell, often drowning out the supporters of the competition.

As the competition progressed, the parade grew larger and larger, and now the roar of the procession could drown out the cheers of the audience inside the stadium.

In the stadium, everyone could hear their unified and angry appeals.

Bai Mo remembered that Blanche had said before that the establishment of the Andean Federation was very hasty, and the interests of many people had not been taken care of, such as the orphans.

Such a complex and unstable region, if it were to be attacked by demons, would probably be destroyed in an instant.

"Why is the noise outside getting louder and louder?" Some officials in Banluo City were already expressing their dissatisfaction.

"We can stop them from entering, but we can't stop them from shutting up, after all, we also made mistakes ourselves."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing special, let's watch the game."

"I think they should all be shut up forever!"

Bai Mo glanced at the guy who looked like he wanted to kill everyone in the parade, across half the arena.

Some people really do deserve to die.

"ah!!!"

On the battlefield, the two fighters seemed to be infected by the violent emotions and actually fought to the death, both suffering serious injuries.

Before everyone could figure out this sudden change, a burst of music came from the southwest corner of the stadium, covering the entire venue.

There was a band in the arena, quite large, with golden tubas and cellos leading the way.

Next came a metal drum that was struck heavily by an ancient beast. One after another, the heavy drumbeats resounded from the southwest corner, shaking the entire arena.

"Why are they those guys?!"

Zhao Manyan let out a horrified scream as he spotted the familiar conductor's baton—the same orchestra that had tried to kill his future sister-in-law at the concert.

Although he had already taken advantage of his sister-in-law, the first step in the improvement of their relationship was because of this band.

Therefore, Zhao Manyan can be said to have a deep memory of this.

If it weren't for his unique water-based abilities, he probably would have perished there.

But that conductor!

Didn't that mean he committed suicide after a failed kidnapping attempt?

Why are you still here?!

Now he only conducts orchestras!!!

Zhao Manyan suddenly turned his head to look in Bai Mo's direction, about to give a warning.

But then he saw Bai Mo observing the orchestra with great interest, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom! ! ! !

Thump! ...

Suddenly, a heavy metal drum blared, making hearts pound.

The drumbeats became extremely intense, as if they were pounding directly on everyone's chests, trying to open their cavities!

"What's going on?" Mo Fan belatedly realized what was happening.

"There's something wrong with that orchestra," Zhao Manyan said loudly, afraid that Mo Fan wouldn't hear him if he spoke softly.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!

Zhao Manyan didn't understand why Bai Mo had noticed but hadn't exposed it. Just then, the drumbeats rose even higher, and the three large drums swept a wave of sound toward the officials' seats.

Bai Mo stared in the direction of the officials' seats, the sound waves crashing down like a waterfall, but inevitably sweeping over the others in the tiered stands.

A chaotic color appeared in his eyes. He didn't see any magical activity, but he saw the sound waves surging and hitting the high school students in front of the officials' seats.

It seemed to rush through nothingness, causing no damage, and went directly to the officials at a higher position.

The sound waves splashed out, and the bloated family members of the officials all around coughed up blood and fell straight down.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

The officials were naturally surrounded by many guard mages, but under this sonic wave, they found it extremely difficult to move even a single star, let alone provide protection.

Moreover, most of them fell asleep to cello music from an earlier time.

By the time those who were still conscious realized what was happening, the sound waves from the drum had already sent them flying!

The officials sitting in high positions became the orchestra's primary targets; this was essentially a group of destruction mages disguised as an orchestra.

By the time the officials realized the attack, several people had already collapsed, coughing up blood, including the guy who had threatened to silence everyone outside the arena forever.

The remaining officials scattered and fled. Although the band had precise targets, they were not going to refrain from killing innocent people indiscriminately.

Ignoring the dense crowd of audience members and tourists, the band members focused their attention on several important figures connected to the Andes Mountains and fired without hesitation!

Sound magic has the widest destructive range, is exceptionally powerful, and also has a disruptive effect.

Even with mages in the audience offering their defenses, they were still powerless to stop them.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Ding Yumin looked at the chaotic arena filled with screams.

"Release it now."

As Bai Mo spoke, he stepped above the music group.

Mo Fan and the others were doing their best to defend themselves and protect some people, but they couldn't withstand the terrified screams of these people as they fled.

Many people were stuck in one place, at the exit.

Some people wanted to cause trouble for the music group, but they didn't have the power to do so.

Just getting to the vicinity of the orchestra is difficult enough; the interference effect of sound-based magic is no joke.

But it is precisely in this chaotic time, when everyone feels somewhat powerless, that we find ourselves in a state of utter chaos.

A figure suddenly appeared above the music group, in the position where the sound waves were most powerful, deepest, and most lethal!

"Spatial magic?! Is he out of his mind?!"

Minister of Elements, Douglin, frowned and immediately spotted Bai Mo.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sound, like the grandest bells of ancient China, rose from above the orchestra and then spread like a tide throughout the entire stadium.

The entire arena fell silent the next moment.

The intense drumming stopped, the cannon-like magical bombardment ceased, and the oppressive feeling in my chest instantly subsided.

The sudden change caused everyone to turn their heads and look in the direction from which the clear and resonant sound was coming, towards the top of the music group.

A semi-transparent, enormous ancient bell can be seen, trapping the entire orchestra within it. Atop the bell stands a handsome man.

Through the translucent ancient bell, one can see the entire orchestra's frenzied performance trapped inside.

The violin swayed, the cello followed the rhythm, playing more and more intensely, the tuba stared wide-eyed, its face flushed red, and the bass drum was pounded relentlessly, its arms waving and leaving afterimages.

Like a conductor wielding a silver cane, it was waved recklessly.

The audience fell completely silent, watching the suicide band that had brought them disaster as if they were watching a wonderful pantomime.

A comical, bizarre, and laughable performance before the end of life.

Some important Andean officials stepped forward, began to inquire about Bai Mo's information, and directed the guards to appease the crowd.

Some of the more perceptive looked out of the city, their brows furrowed.

Some people burst out laughing.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!!!"

The conductor had completely lost all grace at this moment, frantically urging his lips and roaring, leading the entire orchestra in a sonic attack on the ancient bell wall that enveloped them.

However, no matter how many sound waves attacked the ancient bell wall, not a single drop of water was seen.

It was as if their entire band's relentless attacks had plunged them into an abyss!

How can there be such sound magic in the world!

How can there be a sonic mage like this?!

The conductor could only conclude that the guy looking down at them had a cultivation level exceeding the combined level of the entire orchestra!

Bai Mo's cultivation level in the sound system is still a bit short of the super-level perfection, and he also lacks the ability to absorb the magic of other sound system mages.

If the conductor observes more closely, he will find that whenever a wave of sound impacts the ancient bell-shaped wall, a faint, chaotic color appears.

Those colors, interspersed within the ripples of the sound system, acted like vortexes, absorbing these attacks.

The music band was attacking like mad; they could destroy everyone here, wipe out a regular army of mages, and kill those upper-class people with super-level guards.

But they must not break through the sound magic that is imprisoning them.

Yawning, Bai Mo no longer wanted to watch their performance.

According to his memory, these people were just a part of the brown military's music troupe.

He patted the five-tone bell beneath him, and a sound instantly rang in the ears of the entire orchestra.

"Here you go."

Just as they were wondering, the ancient bell-shaped wall began to vibrate, and terrifying sound waves surged out, like water from all corners of the world pouring down on them!

In an instant, under everyone's watchful eyes, the entire music group looked like chalk marks casually erased from a blackboard.

First, it became a blurry red stain in that space, then it faded, and finally only the original color remained.

"Gurgle~"

Someone swallowed hard, and the others joined in, making a rather loud noise.

Several important figures from the Andes Mountains came to Bai Mo to express their gratitude.

At this moment, Mo Fan and the others also came over, and Mo Fan conveyed the information he had received from Miyamoto Shin, a member of the Trial Council's field team.

A war is about to break out here.

Mo Fan did not try to hide anything from these officials; he could see through their intentions at a glance.

Bai Mo's identity was not kept secret, and his face was not a secret to many high-ranking figures.

These people undoubtedly coveted Bai Mo's strength.

"Bai Mo, I am Tusen, the Chief of Staff of the Andean Front Army of the New Federal State. I hope you can help us suppress the Brown Legion."

The general staff officer spoke with a solemn expression, showing no trace of his earlier disheveled escape.

Just now, he received news that the Brown Legion had revolted, occupied Banshanling City, and even crossed the Rehe River.

They'll probably be arriving in the Banluo City area soon. And the New Federation's army hasn't been mobilized yet.

After being reminded by Douglas, he realized how powerful the person in front of him was. Perhaps with him around, the Banluo City region might not be able to be saved, but other regions might not necessarily be lost.

Especially their economic capital!

Bai Mo glanced at Mo Fan, "Wu Ku is in the upper reaches of the Rehe River."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan and the other two were startled and exchanged glances.

Wu Ku's location was not marked by Bai Mo, so the three of them knew that he was referring to Salang.

Judging from the extent of Salang's protection of Wu Ku, there might really be someone named Wu Ku nearby.

And now the rain is proof of that.

The three left without saying a word, while Bai Mo turned his gaze to Tucson.

This chief of staff's cultivation level is not high, only at the first level of the Super Rank, and his performance in the chaos just now was not particularly outstanding.

But that's exactly what Bai Mo needs. He's not afraid of you having connections; he's afraid of you not having connections.

After all, if you're not involved, how can I face someone who can actually make decisions?

"Chief of Staff Tucson, I need to consider this matter. The new federal government can't expect me to do this for nothing."

As Bai Mo spoke, he revealed his cultivation level as a Summoning Master at the highest level.

"I have three Grand Monarchs, I can certainly help, but their appearance fee can't be free, can it?"

Upon hearing this, Tucson's face lit up with joy, but then he looked embarrassed.

He didn't have much say in the Andean Front; he only offered suggestions during battle deployments.

The reason I thought of finding Bai Mo was because of Douglas's suggestion; it might help him gain some merit.

No soldier doesn't yearn for war, and neither do generals, even if the impending war isn't exactly something to look forward to.

"I"

Tucson pondered for a few moments before finally saying, "I don't have anything that's worth your appearance fee, but I can take you to see someone."

Tusen remembered that person, and he felt that with Bai Mo's strength, especially the strength of those three Great Monarchs, he would definitely not make him give up.

And only he could make the decision to offer a suitable price.

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On the other side of Rehe, it was like a beach, with a continuous stream of brown-haired rebel mages rushing onto the lush green land of Banluo City.

Once on land, the mages began to display their unique abilities, with the wind mage legion even uniting to form a windship capable of traveling at high speeds on land!

Thousands of mages marched at breakneck speed aboard the white windship. Even without any movement skills, as long as they followed within the area covered by the white windship, they could keep up with off-road vehicles speeding across the open field.

More and more white windships appeared, one after another. These people had all crossed the Rehe border, and the defense line originally set up near Rehe had no effect at all.

The defense line is a vast, dense tropical rainforest, which, when necessary, can be rapidly grown into a mountain range of tropical rainforest under the control of plant mages.

However, the mages who were originally guarding the Rehe defense line suddenly put on the brown rebel clothes that they had prepared in advance. In an instant, even the last bit of resistance turned into a brown flood, forming an even larger momentum and rushing towards the outskirts of Banluo City.

There are many swamps outside Banluo City, which is considered to be below Banluo City.

As you can see, the first white windship to land on the Rehe River has just arrived, and a loud warning sound immediately comes from the other side of the swamp.

"Please note that your army has not received permission from Banluo City. Once you enter the swampy area, you will be immediately attacked by the Federation!"

The warning was repeated over and over, as if Banluo City truly possessed a very powerful armed force.

The white windships completely ignored the warnings and sailed directly into the swamp. They launched their attack before Banluo City could even begin!

"Connect your star orbits and star maps as you would any other spell!" said the rebel commander of the First Wind Ship.

In an instant, all the wind mages began to cast spells, and the dense white star trails made the entire legion resemble an activated circuit board, with energy flowing in brilliantly and rapidly.

"Wind Gear!"

"Run them over!!!"

"This city belongs to each and every one of us!!"

The brown rebel leader roared.

"It belongs to each and every one of us!!" All the brown-clad members joined in the chant.

The energy of wind poured into the entire wind ship formation, and for a moment, it was as if a wind-powered cannon had appeared on the flat ground. A huge, turbid wind could be seen rolling in the air above the swamp.

These turbid winds churned like giant mechanical gears, dozens of such wind gears grinding towards the hillsides, highways, and suburban areas of the city.

Suddenly, the hillside turned into ravines, large cracks appeared in the highway, and the urban area was divided into several parts.

The biting wind was like the whips of giants, lashing wantonly across the outskirts of the city.

Broken trees pierced into buildings, tin roofs rolled into the air, cars plunged into muddy swamps, and tiny people desperately tried to escape, only to be mercilessly crushed by the killing gears, turning into splattered blood.

"Rush!!"

"Go!! What belongs to us, we must take it back!!"

The second white windship continued to sail in, aiming for the center of Banluo City.

As you can see at the very front of this windship, there is a large group of tamed heavy cavalry mages.

These heavily armored cavalry mages rode war beasts bred by the army itself—Andean pangolins—that swept across the land. A small fortress located west of Banluo City was reduced to ruins in less than ten minutes.

Banlingcheng Mountain was their base, while Banluo City was their first target.

They must act swiftly and seize this economic capital before the New Federation can react, so that their Brown Rebels can have their own national city.

"Why should we live on the other side of the Andes, feeding those sea monsters?!"

"This is our home. If we take it, it's ours."

Slogans rang out continuously within the legion, revealing that this rebel army was not entirely composed of regular soldiers, but rather a large portion of them were incited mages.

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"Tusen, Banluo City has fallen. What are you doing here?"

Inside a building of the Central Military Region, a man with a stern face spoke.

Tucson was taken aback upon hearing this. Remembering how he had been carried a hundred kilometers in less than ten seconds to get here, he said, almost as if possessed:

"Big brother, I think he can help us take it back."

"I told you, call me Commander here!"

The man snorted coldly, his sharp, hawk-like gaze falling directly on Bai Mo behind him.

"Huh!"

(End of this chapter)