Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

The atmosphere inside the strategic conference hall of the West Fortress was extremely somber.

The invasion of a massive number of avian demons and the betrayal of the Sky Eagles rendered the largest and most important fighting force of the West Fortress—the low- and mid-level mages—useless.

Clearly, the western fortress was in complete danger during the lower and middle levels of this invasion.

However, the news of the deployment of monarch-level demons made the situation on the high-level battlefield equally pessimistic.

Yun Feng, the military commander of the Western Fortress, looked at the assembled high-level mages, his gaze falling on the strategic map on the table, and said solemnly:
"Gentlemen, if we want to resolve this crisis, we must defeat the Silver Dome Lord. Otherwise, the West Fortress will not survive until today."

Before Yun Feng could finish speaking, and before any of the high-level mages in Hangzhou could speak, Zhu Meng spoke first.

"Wu Pingjing, get ready to come with me and have a go at this beast."

Upon hearing this, Wu Pingjing first nodded, then hesitated before speaking.

"Councilor, in this battle, the lower and middle ranks are unable to alleviate the pressure on us from the commander-level demons. If this monarch-level demon is powerful and has many commander-level guards, I'm afraid..."

Zhu Meng naturally understood Wu Pingjing's meaning, but his eyes were firm and he spoke without fear.

"Even so, we must fight. Now that all the hidden dangers in Hangzhou have been eliminated, we have no more worries. The only thing we need to solve now is the crisis at the West Fortress."

“Mr. Lu has not yet developed an antidote. We must stall until the antidote for the plague is developed. Once the plague is resolved, the White Eagle Legion will naturally leave.”

"Why don't we first investigate this beast's strength? If we find that we are indeed no match for it, then we should ask the Pearl Mage Tower for help. We must keep it tied up on this western fortress battlefield before the reinforcements arrive."

Standing to the side, Tang Zhong truly felt the weakness of Hangzhou's strength.

He secretly made up his mind that he would do everything he could to develop Hangzhou after this incident, and the opportunity for development... was the Xiling tribe, which had lost its lord!
Thinking about this, he suddenly realized that the power Mo Xie had created was not far from Hangzhou, just a short distance south. Now, with the support of Chen Xi and the major families, it had a very deep foundation and had become a rising star, just like Chen Xi in the past.

After this crisis is over, we can approach Xiao Xie to discuss cooperation and expand into Hangzhou.

However, we must get through this crisis first, he said slowly, looking at everyone.

"I suspect that the reason why the White Demon Eagle chose to launch a surprise attack on Hangzhou was because the Xuan Serpent was in its molting period and not in Hangzhou."

At this moment, Li Tian said in confusion.

"But the Totem Serpent has returned, so why hasn't the White Demon Eagle retreated yet?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhong smiled mysteriously and slowly explained.

"Actually, it was Xiao Xie who told me. He had Xuan She return concealing her aura, so the White Demon Eagle Legion didn't know."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhan couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile and said helplessly.

"It seems this kid wants the Silver Sky Lord to perish completely at the West Fortress. I suppose the Black Serpent is hiding in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Meng's expression became complicated. He sighed, realizing he had made many wrong judgments as things had unfolded, and now he could only try to make amends. The others, hearing this news, also felt much relieved, no longer experiencing the despair they had felt under the oppressive influence of the White Demon Eagle.

Upon hearing this, Military Commander Yun Feng was overjoyed. The presence of a powerful monarch-level demon lurking in the shadows was definitely good news, as the Western Fortress might be saved.

Zhu Meng took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering, and clenched his fist as he spoke.

"Very well, then it seems we must teach that beast a lesson this time, and it's not impossible that we might even leave it here permanently!"

……

Above the western fortress, it was as if a giant white net was covering humanity, with sharp claws clashing with the elements of destruction, and piercing cries and magical roars echoing through the sky.

The area within a radius of several kilometers of this fortress has been turned into a battlefield. The number of humans is completely disproportionate to the number of White Demon Eagles. Even if the entire army of the West Fortress were mobilized, they could only form one block after another on the ground. All they could do was bombard those White Demon Eagles that flew to a lower level of space.

The battle was divided into several layers. On the ground, novice and intermediate mages tried every means to attract the attention of the White Demon Eagle Legion and make them fly down to attack. Using this method of luring the enemy, they killed quite a few White Demon Eagles.

In the middle layer of the sky, there is the main battlefield between high-level mages with the ability to fly and the White Eagle Legion. The power of high-level magic can often annihilate hundreds of servant-level lives in an instant, and its power is enormous.

Even though the number of high-level mages was completely disproportionate to the number of White Eagles, there was no sign of them being defeated.

On the higher cloud battlefield, that is the place where the four-clawed demonic eagles and the truly strong among humans fight each other.

Whether it's the Four-Clawed Demon Eagle, the leader of the White Demon Eagles, or the court guards, military intelligence agents, or judges among humans, the fall of any one side will have a huge impact on the overall situation of both sides...

The western fortress, the ground battlefield, is filled with the smoke and screams of war.

On the battlefield stretching for over ten kilometers, military mages in a square formation fought against the ferocious white demon eagles.

Taking advantage of their aerial superiority, most of these white demon eagles gathered together as if shooting at a target, flapping their wings at the army formation below, creating a huge, fierce wind with the characteristic sharpness of wind magic, putting immense defensive pressure on the army formation.

A small number of white demon eagles swooped down from the sky to ambush a corner of the army formation. Although many were killed by the military mages, they were still fearless and tried to disrupt the rhythm of the army formation.

In the war between humans and demons, it is always the lowly military mages who first feel the blood and pain.

As they watched those around them fall one by one, immense negative emotions welled up within them, fueled by hatred and resentment.

However, they were also filled with despair at their own insignificance on this battlefield, and could only hope that their leaders could achieve victory in the skies as soon as possible.

In the air, the intensity of the war is not as high as that at the ground level.

Mages with the ability to fly are considered the best among mages; often, a single high-level spell can annihilate hundreds of servant-level enemies.

However, there were simply too many White Eagles, while the number of Flying Mages was far too small. Even if they used up all their magical energy, the number they could kill would only be a fraction of the entire White Eagle swarm.

These flying mages could only gaze towards the higher heavens, hoping that the battle there was going well. (End of Chapter)