Full-Time Magister: You're selling soul beasts in Shanghai?

Chapter 77 One Man Forms an Army, Single-Handedly Holding Off a Million Undead

"Di Tian, ​​stop the Lord of the Underworld and the Corpse of the Mountain. Remember, just stop them."

Xu Beichen gave instructions to Di Tian behind him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Di Tian's figure flickered and instantly disappeared from Xu Beichen's sight.

Xu Beichen's eyes were like torches as he watched the tide of the dead, which resembled a black flood, pouring into the breach in the city wall.

"Spatial Barrier!"

Xu Beichen did not only learn magic; during his time at Pearl Academy, he also learned some barrier techniques from several professors.

An invisible spatial barrier appeared directly at the forefront of the undead tide, sealing off the surrounding space to prevent it from spreading.

Even so, it couldn't hold out for long. The undead kept coming one after another, gradually piling up into a mountain of bones, even exceeding the height of the barrier.

Although Xu Beichen's mental strength was powerful, he had not yet fully controlled all the stars.

Therefore, only constellations can be constructed, without star palaces to provide massive magical energy; achieving this is already the limit.

"Let me give you a big one!"

The silver light in Xu Beichen's eyes gradually faded, and then a dazzling blue flame appeared, and a magnificent fire palace appeared above a million undead.

"Gates of Hellfire!"

Endless flames erupted from Xu Beichen's body, making him resemble a fire demon god descending from the sky.

As he uttered his command, a crimson gate to hell, edged with dark blue patterns, suddenly appeared behind the tide of undead, not far from the city walls.

Another gate to hell descended in front of the spatial barrier, forming a pincer movement.

The undead were clearly unable to discern the danger, and faced with the two suddenly appearing gates of hell, they still climbed up like moths to a flame.

In mid-air, Xu Beichen manipulated the Gates of Hell to slowly open.

The next moment, two flames, resembling giant dragons of molten lava, poured out and swept wildly across the battlefield of the undead.

This wide street, large enough to fit four lanes or even more, was instantly filled with this azure-blue molten lava.

The weaker undead were burned to ashes the moment they touched the hellfire, while the slightly stronger corpses continued to climb as they were burned, until they died.

Those enormous corpses rolled like furnaces, bringing hellfire to the surrounding undead.

Xu Beichen's Azure Netherfire has a very special effect: it doubles the damage dealt to dark creatures!

With the added enhancement of the magic ring, Xu Beichen's magic could deal 300% damage to these undead, which was terrifying!

On the other side of the battlefield, Di Tian had already crushed the corpse of the mountain peak and the Lord of the Underworld to the ground.

Compared to the tyrannical ghost, these two are obviously much more resilient, but they were still beaten so badly that they began to doubt their very existence.

"It's about time."

Xu Beichen had already stalled for about half an hour, giving the mages time to evacuate. Now it was up to him to decide his fate.

Xu Beichen did not intend to save everyone. If everyone survived, would the disaster still be considered a disaster?

How can we demonstrate his role?

The Clock Tower Magic Association.

"Are you saying that all of this was a scheme by the Black Vatican? What evidence do you have?" Chairman Han Ji asked.

"This is just speculation. Xu Beichen told me it was very similar to the situation in Bocheng," Zhu Meng said.

"Xu Beichen? The Xu Beichen from Shanghai?"

Han Ji was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhu Meng incredulously.

Xu Beichen already has a certain reputation in China, and Han Ji knows a little about him, but why would such a young talent come to the ancient capital?

"Yes, it was his suggestion to evacuate the people ahead of time. He even helped us buy some time to evacuate, otherwise the casualties would have been several times higher," Zhu Meng said earnestly.

"this"

Han Ji's face showed shock, and his body trembled with excitement. "Truly, a hero emerges from among the young! Where is he now?"

"It's inside the city," Zhu Meng said.

"That's good."

Han Ji breathed a sigh of relief. If such a talented young man had met with an accident, it would have been a great mistake for the ancient capital.

"Since the Black Vatican uses rain to agitate the dead, wouldn't solving the problem of the rain make them go away?" Zhu Meng suggested.

"But how do we deal with this rainwater?"

Han Ji's pale eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was filled with worry.

The fate of the ancient capital hangs in the balance, and the one under the most pressure is undoubtedly Han Ji, the most authoritative figure in the ancient capital!

"This rainwater is mixed with some kind of potion called 'Dew of the Nine Netherworlds.' I don't know much about this stuff, so I don't know what can cure it."

Zhu Meng had the rainwater tested and found that it was indeed as Xu Beichen had said.

Upon hearing this, Han Ji's bitterness deepened, and his once robust body hunched over slightly.

"To dispel this Netherworld Dew, we need the Kun Well Spring; only it can neutralize it!"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

At that moment, a mysterious gray-white man walked up from behind.

"Sigh~"

Han Ji sighed. Weiju Village had long been wiped out. Where was he going to get this Kun Well source now?

"Who are you? Why are you being so mysterious? Who sent you?"

Zhu Meng frowned, and his tone became a bit harsher.

"His identity is reliable, so there's no need to worry about that. But Weiju Village is no longer there. Where can we find this Kun Well source?"

Han Ji waved his hand and said very seriously.

"According to reliable sources, there is another copy of Kunjing Spring that was not taken by the Black Vatican, but is on a necromancer named Fang Gu," the mysterious gray-white man said.

"No!"

"If the Kunming Spring is ineffective, the eight doomed emperors will not give up so easily."

Suddenly, a young voice came from the stairwell.

"Who is it?!"

The single voice was enough to put everyone on alert, and all eyes turned to the young man who had suddenly appeared.

"What brings you here, kid?"

Upon seeing that the person who appeared was Xu Beichen, Zhu Meng immediately explained, "This is Xu Beichen."

"Xu Beichen!"

Upon hearing Zhu Meng's explanation, everyone present was stunned. They had all heard of this name to some extent, and Xu Beichen was their great benefactor in the ancient capital.

They just didn't expect him to be so young, at most twenty-two or twenty-three years old.

"Young friend, you have saved millions of people in this ancient capital. Please accept my bow."

Han Ji approached Xu Beichen shakily and was about to kneel down before him.

This sudden action startled Xu Beichen, but after realizing what was happening, he immediately helped the old man up.

"This is clearly shortening my lifespan!"

"President Han, I am also a member of China. When the ancient capital is in trouble, I should do my best to help."

(End of this chapter)