Full-Time Mage: Starting from Obtaining the Mysterious Ancient Tree

Chapter 172 Calamity in the Ancient Capital
finally.

When Little Flame Princess finished her transformation, Fang Yu was still immersed in surprise.

An old woman walked over.

She is the museum's manager, and the Glazed Phoenix Feather is something passed down from their ancestors.

She watched the entire process of Fang Yu's changes.

This young man has a close relationship with the entity represented by Huang Yu!

She made a decision:

"Take this Glazed Phoenix Feather with you. You have given me hope for its restoration."

"Perhaps it can once again display the brilliance of a powerful ancient artifact. Rather than leaving it in a museum for people to admire, let's take it out."

"Who are you?" Fang Yu asked, puzzled.

“The museum manager is also the owner of this glass phoenix feather,” the old woman explained.

I never expected the surprise to come so suddenly. I was even trying to come up with an excuse! Should I just rob it? Or should I just rob it?

However, this was an ancient capital, where there were many experts, so he finally gave up this dangerous idea!
"you are?"

"Thank you very much. It's connected to the totem feather on my body and has been a great help to me!"

"Thank you very much," Fang Yu replied.

"I hope you won't bury it?" the old woman said.

"Will not."

Next, Fang Yu chatted with the old woman for a while.

then.

He left the Ancient Capital Museum with the Glazed Phoenix Feather.

……

Two days later.

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and just then a drop of rain fell from the sky, landing on Fang Yu's cheek, sliding down his face like a tear from the sky.

"It's raining……"

His voice was very low, as if he had thought of something unpleasant.

This scene felt familiar to him, like a real-life nightmare unfolding in the city where he grew up!
Rain has fallen; catastrophe is imminent! Seeing this, Fang Yu understood. The Black Vatican had used the "Dew of the Nine Netherworlds" to create a situation where the undead could survive in the dawn.

At that time, the ancient king, who has been far removed from the world for a thousand years, will be resurrected. The Abyss of Evil will descend! The "Eight Dead Kings" will also sacrifice their blood to the ancient capital.

Fang Yu discovered that having foresight doesn't necessarily mean you can solve any problem.

These past few days, we've searched the entire ancient capital but haven't been able to find Sect Leader Wu Ku or Tiger Ford Grand Steward Mu He; they're hiding too well.

……

While Fang Yu was searching for Mu He, the Grand Steward of Hujin.

The monarch-level undead, Ghost Monarch, has appeared in the world and entered the ancient capital.

but.

Ancient capitals, as cities with a long history in China, are not lacking in powerful figures.

Under the guidance of the super-level mage, the Ghost Lord was slain.

And this was accompanied by the slaying of the Ghost Lord.

The entire group of undead began to panic and flee in a frenzy.

"Very good, very good, excellent!" Staff Officer Zhu exclaimed excitedly as the spirits of the dead withdrew.

The military intelligence officers who remained with him were also excitedly dancing around. In the past, they had been living in constant fear of the Ghost Tyrant every night on the north city wall. This brutal undead was the most threatening creature to the north city wall, and had almost caused a large breach in the wall several times.

Now that this biggest hidden danger has finally been eliminated, the guards of the north city wall can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

People were still basking in joy. However, this was merely the tip of the iceberg of the undead attack on the city; the real crisis was yet to come.

……

A few hours later...

Under the misty rain, the gray city gate stands tall in the center of the long city wall, its weathered color a testament to countless years of wind and rain.

The first rays of sunlight pierced the eastern sky above the horizon; dawn should have arrived. But the dark clouds and rain made everything so gloomy. Yet, however gloomy and obscure, the night was over. It was daytime, the early morning, the time when this war should have ended…

"It's...it's already dawn!"

Why are the spirits of the dead still here?

"Can anyone tell me why this is?"

As the mages gazed upon this land that should have returned to peace, they were horrified to discover that the nightmare was far from over; the number of undead attempting to breach the city walls had not decreased, but rather increased!
They thought that once dawn broke, everything would be over, and they had even planned how they would enjoy themselves after the battle. But now even the dawn of their most devout faith had abandoned them, plunging them into an abyss of no return, leaving them utterly dejected!
"Ah! Ah!!!"

Screams echoed from all directions. For thousands of years, no one had ever heard of spirits appearing in broad daylight, yet today, these spirits moved freely in the dawn, killing indiscriminately?
If the undead could roam freely during the day, they would completely overwhelm them! If the undead could still roam freely during the day, could this ancient city still hold out?
Just when everyone was trembling, they understood what it meant for misfortunes to come in waves.

A loud bang came from the northern sky; it was the sound of wings flapping. The flapping of wings dispersed the dark clouds, demonstrating the terrifying power of the force.

A skeletal creature with enormous bone wings flapped its wings, casting a huge shadow that blotted out the sky.

This flap of its wings revealed its true form, allowing the powerful mages atop the ancient city towers to see its skeletal form, comparable to the main tower standing atop the northern city wall! The three heads looked down arrogantly at the insignificant humans below, their eyes filled with disdain. This skeletal dragon monarch surveyed the tiny city below.

The Demon Tyrant is a demon, the ruler of demons. Its appearance is always accompanied by a vast horde of demons, densely packed together!

The Skeleton Lord is a skeleton, the Lord of Skeletons! This is a super undead whose fearsome reputation surpasses even that of the Demon Tyrant! It... has awakened in the dawn?

On the main city tower!

"Lord of the Underworld!" After an unknown amount of time, Military Commander Lu Xu slowly uttered these four words.

Even with his cultivation as a super-level mage, he would shudder at the mere mention of this name, let alone witness the most terrifying undead lord who had been lurking on this land for so long!

"Can anyone tell me what exactly happened?" Councilor Zhu Meng stared in astonishment at the Skeleton Lord awakening in the dawn and the still ferocious and violent undead army.

Staff Officer Zhu, the demon man, and the Kuomintang agents were all standing on the city wall, their eyes filled with shock and fear!
The scene before them defied all reason. The unharmed spirits, bathed in the dawn's light, watched as more and more undead emerged from the earth, defying all logic—as if a dark, blood-soaked feast had only just begun…

Everyone could hear the distant cries of numerous spirits, even more deafening than in the darkness of night.

Han Ji, the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, also stood on the city wall, his aged eyes filled with shock and fear! He crushed the city wall railing with a single squeeze, and could no longer hide the horror in his heart.

As dawn broke, dark clouds stretched endlessly; for a thousand years, no spirit had ever been seen to appear in the daytime.

"Why? Why? Is the heavens truly determined to destroy my ancient capital?" Han Ji's entire body trembled. If the undead could appear even during the day, how could human mages fight against the tireless army of undead? Without rest, even the greatest magical energy would eventually run out, while the undead were endless!

(End of this chapter)