Full-Time Magister: Summoning Agumon at the Start

In the ancient capital, the expressions of the high-ranking officials grew increasingly grim.

Elder Chu Jia of the Hunter Alliance shouted in dissatisfaction, "What's going on with Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo? Why are they all walking across the same bridge?! Each of them has a 50% chance of success if they walk across the same bridge, which is already quite high. But this has turned the probability into a 30% chance."

"You make it sound so easy. The fact that they were willing to jump into the Abyss of Evil already shows that they were genuinely considering the ancient capital. Now they are facing another life-or-death choice, it's just a matter of whether they choose to face death alone or together." Hunter of Death, still showing some humanity, couldn't help but speak up.

"The difference between three-tenths and one-half isn't huge, so the hope isn't too slim. Now we can only pray for God's blessing on the ancient capital."

"I hope one of them will be able to meet the ancient king," Han Ji said.

Following the magnificent white arched bridge, Lin Chen unknowingly ventured deep into the darkness.

Lin Chen looked back and found that the cliffside stone platform had disappeared, and at the same time, gusts of black wind rose behind him.

This cut off Lin Chen's retreat.

"Looks like we can only keep going forward. I wonder how long it will take," Lin Chen muttered to himself.

The area in front of the bridge was pitch black. Lin Chen walked carefully, afraid of accidentally stumbling upon some unknown trap.

Lin Chen had been walking for an unknown amount of time without encountering anything or seeing any exit-like structures. This made him feel uneasy, as it was the first time he had ever traveled in such a dark place.

Just as Lin Chen was becoming increasingly agitated, he noticed a change in front of the bridge; something silver was shimmering.

Lin Chen quickened his pace and soon arrived at the place emitting a silver light. It was a silver wall mirror that looked very strange. It stood directly in the bridge, and there were ripples on the surface of the mirror, as if it were a spatial gate leading to another world.

Without much thought, Lin Chen walked directly toward the mirror wall.

Sure enough, the mirror wall was a spatial tunnel. When Lin Chen entered it, he felt the same way he had when he entered the dark dimension passage before. He felt dizzy and his eyes closed instinctively.

When Lin Chen opened his eyes again, he found himself thrown out of a silver spiral vortex and flying toward the ground at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Chen immediately released magic and summoned the Gura Beast.

The Guramon landed safely on the ground, its two huge hands reaching out to grab Lin Chen as he was about to fall. It caught Lin Chen just as he was about to hit the ground and then placed him on its shoulder.

Lin Chen looked around and found that all he could see was hard, gray earth; there was nothing else there.

Not even a blade of grass could be seen.

"Without an altar, it seems I've also taken the Bridge of Death. The one in ten chance is really low." Lin Chen shook his head and continued to mutter to himself, "This seems to be an independent little world. It doesn't look very vast. After going out from here, I should be able to reach the throne of the ancient king. But I probably won't find the good stuff the system mentioned in the Bridge of Death. I wonder what exactly the good stuff the system is talking about is."

Lin Chen sat on Groudon's back, randomly chose a direction, and commanded Groudon to move forward, only to find that the path ahead was blocked by an invisible spatial wall. Lin Chen tried several directions in succession and finally found the correct location. At the end of this direction, there was also a silver light flashing.

"Damn it, this silver vortex actually sent the undead to the space where Mo Fan and the others are!" Outside the bronze mirror, a group of high-ranking officials said with grim faces.

"I'm afraid—I'm afraid Mo Fan and the others have stepped into the Bridge of Death, this is the Gate of Death!" Xie Sang, the village chief of Weiju Village, revealed this unacceptable fact to everyone.

"Just that silver vortex just now sucked in at least a thousand undead. How could Mo Fan and his group of mid-level mages possibly deal with a thousand undead? If I could take action, those thousand undead would be nothing more than a wave of my hand," Chu Jia said.

"That's not the case. The reason why even forbidden spellcasters might not be able to enter the ancient king's tomb is because it has its own rules. Mo Fan and his group encountered thousands of undead. If you go in, you might encounter even more and stronger undead," Xie Sang explained. "Moreover, Mo Fan and his group are currently facing thousands of undead."

If the ancient king's tomb believes that Mo Fan and his companions are far more powerful than they appear, it might unleash even more undead.

"Hopefully, Lin Chen and Fang Gu will be lucky and not end up in the Death Gate too," Councilor Zhu Meng said hopefully.

As if hearing Zhu Meng's voice, the image on the bronze mirror suddenly split in two, and the other side showed the scene that Lin Chen was experiencing at that moment.

Compared to Mo Fan's group, which only had a few thousand undead, Lin Chen's group had at least ten thousand, including quite a few commander-level undead.

"Nearly ten thousand undead. Even if Lin Chen can summon four commander-level summoned beasts, he might not be able to survive. Does this Abyss of Fiends really not give us any hope?!" Han Ji said with some disappointment.

"Hmph, I told you it would be better if everyone took one bridge, at least there would be a 50/50 chance. Now half the chance is gone, and only Fang Gu is left." Chu Jia snorted coldly, his words full of dissatisfaction.

Inside the Gate of Death, Lin Chen rode the Gura Beast rapidly towards the location of the Silver Mirror. However, he hadn't gone far when he sensed something unusual in the sky. Looking up, he saw another silver vortex appear in the sky.

And like rain, something kept falling into this space.

As the object falling from the silver vortex landed on the ground, it immediately rushed towards Lin Chen's location.

Lin Chen then realized that what was falling from the sky were actually undead. Seeing the undead falling like a torrential rain, Lin Chen quickly summoned Garurumon, Gatomon, and BlackGatomon.

What Lin Chen didn't know was that if he hadn't summoned it, things would have been fine. But once he did, the ancient king's tomb significantly increased his assessment of his strength, which immediately led to a greater investment of undead resources.

When the silver vortex disappeared and the undead stopped falling from the sky, Lin Chen felt his head was spinning. The once vast land was now filled with countless undead.

Although Lin Chen had faced so many undead alone in Shandu Mingshan, most of them were servant-level undead, with only a small number of warrior-level undead, and even only three commander-level undead. Unlike this time, Lin Chen sensed the aura of more than ten commander-level undead.

If Lin Chen knew that it was because he had summoned Garurumon, Gatomon, and BlackGatomon that so many undead had been attracted, he might slap himself.

"Groothmon, Garurumon, BlackGatomon, Gatomon, prepare for battle! The ancient King's tomb won't let us pass, so let's fight our way out!" Looking at the nearly ten thousand dead in front of him, Lin Chen was slightly frustrated for a moment, but then he was filled with fighting spirit again!