Full-Time Magister: Dark Lord

Cao Le took a slight breath and had just stood up when the gun was swung at him.

With a "bang," Cao Le was sent flying again and crashed to the ground.

He was angry and resentful. If the other party had just given him a quick death, that would have been fine, but he kept suppressing himself. What kind of nonsense was this?

To be honest, Cao Le was still somewhat regretful at this point.

If it weren't for those hundreds of ordinary people, he wouldn't be fighting here alone. With so many high-level mages around, even if he couldn't win, he could have just run away.

Unexpectedly, what was thought to be a safe place turned out to be the most dangerous place...

Although he was not far outside the city, there wasn't even a single high-level mage in the city right now. Even if someone saw his situation, who would dare to come to his rescue?

If you can live, who wants to die...?

"Little Cao Cao, if you're going to give up so easily, then just slit your own throat. We wouldn't deign to follow a piece of trash like you..."

"Indeed, the descendants of the Cao family, that's all they are. They're not worthy of our service..."

Just as Cao Le had given up on fighting, the unpleasant voices of the Xiahou brothers echoed in his mind...

To be honest, among Cao Cao's many generals, everyone was obsequious to Cao Le, but these two brothers from the Xiahou clan were constantly mocking him...

And yet, I couldn't stop it!

Unless he doesn't use necromancy, the two bastards' cursing and disdainful voices will keep ringing in his ears.

"Damn you two! Do you think I can handle this opponent?!"

Cao Le had previously ignored them, choosing to simply disregard them. After all, these two brothers were powerful, and it was normal for them to have a bit of a temper.

But today, with him about to be beaten to death, his pent-up resentment finally found an outlet, and it was completely unleashed.

"..."

Perhaps not expecting that Cao Le, who had remained silent, would suddenly swear, the Xiahou brothers fell silent for a moment.

"What, you two bastards are all shut up? If I had that kind of strength, would I be able to suppress him like this!"

You fucking think I want this?!

"..."

After cursing for a while, Cao Le stood up again.

The White Corpse King's spear swung down immediately.

"Dark Amplification!"

The duration of the Dark Amplification has passed, and the cost of using it a second time is enormous.

Rather than being constantly suppressed and rubbed like this, it's better to fight to the death.

"Bang!"

The black spear caught the bone spear, and Cao Le's arms went numb.

"Do you really think I'm made of clay?!"

After a roar, with a thought, the black spear suddenly transformed into a giant sword, which plunged into the ground, with dark energy and hellfire continuously surging into it.

"You so-called monarch! Watch me chop you up with one sword!!"

When people are fighting for their lives, their strength is indeed at its peak. Because at that moment, their minds are free of any extraneous thoughts other than attacking.

While it's certain that we'll lack the strength to sustain this, we've already come this far, so at the very least we need to vent our anger.

"Shuashuashua~~!"

The greatsword was drawn, and the energy of the blade tore through the ground as it crashed into the ground!

Flames still lingered within the deep craters in the ground...

A rare expression appeared on the White Corpse King's undead face, and his spear stood erect before him...

"BOOM!!"

A sword blade slammed into his face, while two others pierced through him in a long straight line, instantly claiming the lives of countless more souls...

Suddenly, his figure emerged from the smoke where the White Corpse King was, followed by a spear thrusting through with murderous intent.

Compared to the previous attacks, this time, the opponent's strike was filled with intense killing intent!

Although Cao Le could feel it, and even the surrounding space couldn't move an inch, unlike before when he was waiting for it to end, now he...

Most importantly, the fact that the opponent took so long to kill him is most likely related to the Yama Demon Armor he was wearing.

At this critical moment, a large amount of dark energy surged into Cao Le's Yama Demon Armor and into his body!

The inexplicable power instantly healed his injuries completely....

And at that very moment, the Yama Demon Armor suddenly unleashed a massive amount of black flames!

That's right, at this crucial moment, the Shadow King lent all his power to Cao Le.

Even if he hasn't recovered yet, even if he's still in the abyss of darkness, from the moment his soul was given to Cao Le, they were bound together in life and death.

Sensing that Cao Le's life was hanging by a thread, the Dark King naturally couldn't sit still. Although he had finally recovered some strength, this would consume a lot more of his resources, but all of this depended on Cao Le living!

"Shadow Erosion - Blade of Limit Break!"

The black greatsword was originally a vessel of darkness. After being infused with dark energy, the power it unleashed was both magical and not magical!

"Pfft pfft pfft~~!!!"

The enormous black blade sliced ​​directly into the White Corpse King's body, instantly tearing it apart as if it had been ripped apart by five horses...

He merely swung his sword once, yet the power of that sword surpassed even the highest level of cultivation!

The moment the White Corpse King died, its soul wanted to escape.

As long as he possessed the spirit and the ancient king, the other party would not die and could even be resurrected. But given the humiliation he had suffered and the subsequent murderous intent, how could Cao Le allow him to escape?

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149. The Corpse of the Mountain Peak

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Jiuyou, who had been observing the situation, suddenly froze...

Everything happened so fast. The White Corpse King appeared, and she followed to watch the show, but she couldn't understand what he was thinking, just staring at the boy and torturing him.

What puzzled her even more was that Cao Le's sudden burst of power was something she herself couldn't quite match...

Just as the opponent pierced and dismembered the White Corpse King with a single blow, the Nine Nether Queen had already made her move, but her mental attack had absolutely no effect...

What's even worse is that Cao Le has already absorbed the White Corpse King's soul!

"Boy, hand over its soul!" As one of the Eight Directions of the Dead, how could she not know what the loss of the White Corpse King's soul meant?

Now is the time for their great Undead Emperor to awaken. If he were to emerge, one of the Eight Undead Lords would be gone... and killed by a human boy at that! Wouldn't that be utterly shameful?

Looking at the Nine Nether Queen before him, Cao Le was no longer flustered compared to before. The power of the Shadow King was simply too great, a power he had never experienced before. Among the Eight Deadly Kings, the Nine Nether Queen's strength ranked at least in the top three.

Then it would be perfect for her to give it a try.

"If you want it, come and take it."

As the White Corpse King's soul was being absorbed, Cao Le poured all the power of the essence into the Dark Soul Weapon, making it even stronger. If we were to categorize it into three levels, it would at least have reached the middle level!

The mental attacks from the Nine Netherworlds were useless against Cao Le. Her strength came from mental attacks, and since those were ineffective, what could she use to fight back?

"You'd better not regret this!" Jiuyou Hou said to Cao Le, then turned and left.

Although she wanted to save the White Corpse King, it didn't mean she wanted to get herself involved. Who would have thought Cao Le possessed such abilities, able to extract the souls of the undead after killing them...?

Since there's no way to fight, there's no point in staying here.

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Just then, a series of loud noises came from afar, and even the ground trembled slightly.

Looking over, Cao Le saw that the strongest mountain corpse of the Eight Directions Dead King had already moved out, and the loud noise was coming from it.

Its objective was very clear: to attack the escort team.

The guard mages offered some resistance, but they were virtually powerless against the corpse of the mountain peak...

Seeing this, the several high-level mages had no choice but to order the guard mages to leave the area and deal with the situation themselves.

"Eliminate Wind and Thousand Blades!"

...

"Gates of the Fiery Hell!"

...

The star palace kept flashing, and super-level destruction magic kept bombarding the corpse on the mountain peak.

However, the mountain corpse was like an indestructible body, completely ignoring their flashy magical bombardment of its body. Suddenly, it clenched its arms together and slammed them heavily into the air in front of it.

"Bang!!!"

The space beneath this fist and hammer appeared with countless spiderweb patterns, and it suddenly cracked open.

This punch sent many of the Imperial Guard mages into a frenzy of death before they could even escape.

"You thousand-year-old corpse, you've lived long enough!!" Upon seeing this scene, Yao Ting, the military commander of the ancient capital, said coldly. Suddenly, patches of starlight appeared around him, star maps connected one after another, and constellations seemed to be completed in the blink of an eye.

"Space Compass - Dead Axis!"

The silver star palace shimmered, and the super-level space magic was completed!

"Buzz buzz buzz~~!!!" Valley

The destruction of the super-level spatial system directly pierced a hole in the back of the mountain corpse's neck...

"Buzzing..."

Like the broken sound of a string snapping and echoing in the silence, the death axis caused the entire massive mountain corpse to freeze completely for several seconds. Then, blood gushed out from the front and back of the mountain corpse's neck, turning from a thin thread into a torrent of blood!

Seeing this, Zhu Meng also joined in. Although his strength was not as good as Jun Si Yaoting's, he was still considered a front-line fighter among this group.