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

Chapter 58 Burning Wolves and Destroying Foxes

The distant mountains and forests were a scene of devastation, littered with broken and sprawling vegetation, the ground as if it had been turned over, now covered in fresh mud. In the center, what had once been a small hill had vanished, leaving behind a patch of uneven, pitted land.

On that mountain where the peaks had disappeared, a three-tailed raccoon demon, its entire body blood-red, missing a right leg and three tails, opened its massive jaws and bit the neck of the Winged Wolf.

The Winged Wolf had only half a wing left, and the other was nowhere to be found. A silver javelin, thicker than a telephone pole, pierced its spine from top to bottom, pinning it to the ground.

With its neck gripped by the three-tailed raccoon, the wolf was unable to move. One of its claws rose, and the sharp claw plunged directly into the three-tailed raccoon's chest.

Both sides were covered in blood, turning the entire mountainside crimson.

"Hoo~~~~~!" Feeling the excruciating pain in its chest, the three-tailed tanuki let out an even more ferocious cry, its eyes as indifferent as those of a demon from hell.

It abandoned using its remaining front paw for support and instead placed all the weight of its front half on the wolf's claws that had pierced its chest.

From the freed forepaw, a sharp claw blade shot out with lightning speed, piercing the eye of the winged wolf's other intact half of its face, breaking through the eyeball, and continuing to penetrate until it pierced the brain.

The Winged Wolf trembled all over, then went completely limp and fell silent, without even having time to utter a single unwilling whimper.

"Whoa~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!"

Suddenly losing its support, the three-tailed raccoon demon and the winged wolf fell to the ground together, but it didn't care at all. With a roar that shook the mountains and fields, it declared ownership of this mountain range.

Pulling the wolf claw that had pierced its chest, the three-tailed raccoon demon's eyes became even more disdainful. It slowly rose to its feet, its aura growing even more powerful and imposing.

This is nature's gift after it defeated its stronger counterparts.

"It's time for us to take action."

Seeing that the Winged Wolf was dead and the Three-Tailed Fox Demon was also seriously injured, with only one-tenth of its strength remaining, Zhan Kong immediately said, "If we let it recover, an even more powerful leader will emerge."

"Hmm!" Leng Qing nodded, and then transformed into a flying shadow, rushing straight towards the imposing three-tailed raccoon demon standing there.

But Zhan Kong was even faster; with a few flaps of his wind wings, he had already arrived above the three-tailed raccoon demon.

Countless stars appeared, connecting to form dazzling star arcs. These arcs outlined beautiful star maps, which were arranged and intertwined, combining to form a magnificent, splendid, and brilliant fiery red constellation.

Standing proudly amidst this magnificent constellation, Zhan Kong is a solemn and majestic fire king.

Scalding hot energy gathered around him, and as he raised his hands, a fiery ring radiating terrifying energy and high temperature flew out from the fiery red constellation.

"Heavenly Flame Funeral!"

The fiery magic ring flew up into the clouds, nesting directly in the sky and covering a large area. It instantly caused the sky to be covered by fiery clouds, creating a scene even more magnificent than a sunset. The restless and oppressive atmosphere accumulated and thickened, finally pressing down abruptly.

"Flame Rain!"

As the demonic sound resounded, large swaths of flame fell from the sky, which was being burned by the blazing demonic ring, like an endless funeral of meteors, streaking across the sky and crashing densely onto the ground.

The ground was quickly engulfed in flames, and the three-tailed raccoon stood amidst the inferno, its eyes filled with intense resentment and hatred.

If it still had its tail, these meager flames wouldn't have been able to harm it at all, but now it is severely injured, and its massive body is completely unharmed.

Wherever the flames land, they will ignite, and in this raging inferno, it will turn into charred remains, just like the already dead, foolish wolf.

Once the flames died down, the entire mountain area was reduced to scorched earth. Bai Mo flew over and landed beside the two commanders, who had been burned to a crisp, along with Zhan Kong and Leng Qing.

With a gentle touch, they crumbled into a pile of coal ash, revealing their skeletons and charred flesh.

"The plan is complete." Bai Mo sighed as he watched this scene.

Zhan Kong nodded, "Although your guesses may not be correct, your plan is still very good. Bo City will be able to develop relatively steadily in the future."

Bai Mo didn't deny it, but turned to look at Leng Qing, only to see her pull out a long, narrow, jade-colored bone from between the two piles of ashes and walk over.

"This is... an alien bone?" Zhan Kong also saw Leng Qing's actions and recognized the thing in an instant. "It looks like the tailbone of that three-tailed raccoon demon, but I don't know what its attribute is."

"It has spatial attributes." Bai Mo saw Leng Qing hand him the strange bone, so he reached out and took it. After a brief sensing, he understood the attributes of the strange bone. No wonder Leng Qing wanted to give it to him.

"Spatial element?!" Zhan Kong was slightly surprised, then said with relief, "The three-tailed tanuki demon controls an elemental type with each of its tails. I didn't expect this three-tailed tanuki demon to control the rare spatial element. Luckily, we killed it."

"This could make a decent demon-slaying tool," Leng Qing reminded Bai Mo.

"Okay, thank you, Sister Leng Qing." Bai Mo put away the strange bone and smiled.

Seeing this, Zhan Kong's eyebrows twitched. "Hey, I killed this demon, why don't you thank me?"

"Oh"

"oh?!"

"What's wrong? I've helped you solve two big problems, and here are two commander corpses. Isn't that enough for you?!" Bai Mo pretended to be unhappy.

"Alright, alright, thank you!" Zhan Kong waved his hand.

After parting ways with Zhan Kong, Bai Mo and Leng Qing returned to Bo City. No one could have imagined that today, the two commanders Bo City needed would perish.

I spent some time mailing the strange bone to the Bai family head, asking him to make me a magical artifact, or I could exchange it for one.

Afterwards, the two discussed the Black Vatican again.

Leng Qing believed that eliminating the Winged Wolves would disrupt the Black Church's plans, forcing them to redeploy and begin taking action.

Once she gets moving, she'll have the opportunity to follow the clues, find the hidden members of the Black Vatican in Bo City, and thus investigate their plans in Bo City.

Bai Mo also provided cover for her, attracting the attention of interested people in the city.

Who is the head of the biggest black Vatican in Bo City?

Bai Mo knew, of course, that it was Mu He.

But he knew even better how well Muhe had hidden himself. In the original story, if Salang hadn't been in mortal danger, how could Muhe have willingly revealed his identity?

Would someone so adept at hiding their true nature reveal a flaw because of this unexpected incident? Bai Mo wasn't quite sure.

The destruction of Bo City was a conspiracy by the Black Vatican, but their true objective was the Holy Spring.

Leng Qing wanted to find out these things in a short time, which Bai Mo thought would be difficult. Although he couldn't help her find the things, he could help her achieve her goal.

This objective was certainly not their so-called trial mission, but rather to ensure the safety of the people of Bo City as much as possible.

Small towns have their own tranquility and warmth, which Bai Mo likes very much. He doesn't want to see the scene in the original work where the whole town is bloodshed and tens of thousands of families are destroyed.

The cause of this scene, besides the unstoppable Winged Wolf and the demon wolf pack outside the city, was the tunnels dug underground by the rats.

The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing. During this time, Bai Mo tried to find the tunnel, but found no trace of it.

This reminds me of the giant-eyed rat incident that Mo Fan encountered at the Mingwen Girls' Middle School in the original novel.

Bai Mo turned his gaze to the city's demon-hunting team.

So today he made an appointment to have tea with someone.

The air on the bus was stuffy, and the news was playing on the small TV at the front.

"According to the investigation, the fire at the city's monster-hunting team building a week ago was caused by aging wiring. Here, Bocheng Guangwen appeals for help..."

The city's monster-hunting team's building caught fire? Bai Mo frowned, sensing something was amiss.

The temperature in winter is very low, and wisps of steam rise from the black tea in the cup.

Mo Fan picked up the cup and gulped it down in one go, then picked up the pastries on the plate and looked at Bai Mo across from him, asking:

"What do you need me for, Bai Mo?"

Today is Singles' Day, and I want to find someone to spend it with.

"..." Mo Fan choked, glancing at the pastries in his hand and the empty black tea on the table. Was it too late to leave now?

Seeing this, Bai Mo smiled and said, "Just kidding, I need your help with something."

"Phew~" Letting out a sigh of relief, Mo Fan immediately said, "What is it? If I can help, I definitely won't hesitate!"

"I'd like to see your demon-hunting team's demon-hunting log."

"Do you think this needs my approval?" Mo Fan asked, puzzled. He had seen it before; Xiao Ke in the team wrote it every day, like a primary school student writing an essay.

"That's why I asked you to help—it's precisely because we can't let certain people know," Bai Mo asked with a mysterious expression. "Has your city's monster-hunting team received a lot of cases related to the Giant-Eyed Blood Rat in the past two years?"

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, Mo Fan frowned and thought about it, and it seemed to be true.

Thinking about it this way, he, who was always inclined to believe in conspiracy theories, immediately sensed something was wrong. So he quickly nodded: "Okay, I'll help you investigate!"

After saying that, he dialed Xiao Ke's number right in front of Bai Mo and put it on speakerphone. They were so close that Bai Mo could hear him even without speakerphone.

Xiao Ke was in charge of the files in the team, and Mo Fan thought that going directly to her would be the right thing to do.

"Hey, Xiao Ke, it's me, Fan Mo!" Mo Fan said in a low voice, feeling a little awkward pretending in front of Bai Mo, the person who had exposed his true identity.

"Um, Fanmo, is there something you need?" Fortunately, Xiao Ke's voice quickly made him forget this feeling.

"Oh, I see. I was just telling my sister my monster-hunting stories, but I can't remember some of them, so I thought I'd try to recall them using our monster-hunting log. Could you please send me a copy?"

Mo Fan quickly found an excuse for his behavior. He spoke calmly and casually, making it impossible for anyone to tell that he was talking nonsense.

However, the rejection from the other end surprised both Mo Fan and Bai Mo.

"No, that won't work."

"Huh? Why? I've seen it before!" Frowning, Mo Fan was puzzled. When he first joined the city's monster-hunting team, he often looked through that thing out of curiosity. It wasn't some valuable information. Why can't he do it now?

"I don't know either." Xiao Ke's answer made the two even more confused, while the soft, sweet voice on the other end continued.

Two weeks ago, the management of the city's monster hunting team suddenly issued an instruction to improve monster hunting efficiency and reduce unnecessary waste of manpower, requiring each monster hunting team to submit all their monster hunting logs.

No backups may be retained without authorization. From now on, the task log will be changed to a weekly task report, to be written once a week and submitted to the management office for record keeping after completion.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any mission logs to show you right now."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan was taken aback. "It's nothing. I was just saying you haven't been writing much of that stuff lately, and I thought you'd learned to slack off too!"

(End of this chapter)