Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

While Mo Xie was battling the Black Vatican, the military mages had already withdrawn from the outer city walls and retreated back to the inner city, directing the crowd to speed up their entry into the safety barrier.

The outer city wall behind them had long since vanished. The undead army hadn't left; it had merely surged past, darkening the sky and making it feel as if the world itself had been completely covered and enveloped by these things.

The inner city, shrouded in a golden barrier, has now been completely transformed into a small island isolated in a boundless black ocean. The waves are towering and blotting out the sun, and the inner city is teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to be submerged at any moment!

On the city wall, the retreating military mages stood in rows, and regardless of their level, their eyes were filled with deep fear.

It's here...it's finally here!
Looking down from the high city walls, the undead army swept over the outer walls and engulfed the inner city.

The howls of the undead clearly caused the inner city to shake violently, yet the world remained deathly silent. A vast ocean of undead swept up, with black mountains of flesh, mounds of bones, and seas of ghosts, so shocking that it felt like one's heart would break!
Fortunately, the citizens in the outer city were able to evacuate to the inner city in time; otherwise, with such a dense mass of deaths, there would have been no chance of survival.

At the North Gate, the crowd, as thin as sand, was slowly making its way into the city. Many had yet to enter the safety barrier, but the black tide had already engulfed the outer city; it was a true apocalyptic destruction sweeping in!

In the past, standing on the city wall, one could see a whole city in full bloom. Although its main colors were not as vibrant and luxurious as those of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, the charm that came with the vicissitudes of history was always more captivating, as if every brick and tile held a subtly touching story...

At this moment, the black storm was composed entirely of hideous undead, and a true apocalyptic scene enveloped the world, turning life and buildings to nothing!

The roars filled the cold air, desperate and strained!
Corpses, ghosts, and bones filled the sky like a tsunami, causing the earth and buildings to collapse and the sky and clouds to lose their color!
The entire inner city gradually fell into a deathly silence. There was no strength to protest, nor any thought to ask questions. The sheer magnitude of the catastrophe was enough to suppress all pride, questioning, and clamor!
This is Heaven's will to destroy the city; the city will be destroyed and people will die, as if it will be utterly annihilated!

The streets inside the city were packed with people. No metal vehicles were allowed to take up even a little space. People were huddled together, crying, and many had their heads down, whether waiting for their death sentence or praying for a safe passage, it was unclear.

The notion of "too many people, too many opinions" simply doesn't exist now. The souls of the vast majority of people have been annihilated by the catastrophe, leaving only empty shells.

Tears outnumbered rain, and hearts were colder than the dead of winter. Who would care about gains or losses? Who would care about being more comfortable or more crowded? In the end, no one could escape being swallowed by this apocalyptic ocean, or rather, everyone had already fallen into a land of death. Even the most terrifying aspects of humanity seemed insignificant and pathetic.

At the top of the Bell Tower Magic Association in the inner city, Han Ji and Zhu Meng and their group all gathered together.

Even Mo Fan and Mu Bai came to this place. In fact, they were very anxious when they learned that Mo Xie had not returned yet.

As soon as Mo Fan heard that Zhu Meng was in the Magic Association, he immediately brought his men over, hoping to find out if there was any news about Mo Xie.

Due to the intense fighting, the undead army outside had already breached the towering city walls. In addition, the Mountain Corpse had thrown thousands upon thousands of undead into the city. Continuing to defend the outer city walls was no longer necessary; it would be better to concentrate forces to guard the security barrier.

"The number of fleshy mounds of corpses around the mountain corpse is increasing, which means they want to send in a large number of undead at once to further erode the outer city."

As high-level mages, Han Ji and the others were naturally able to observe the situation in the outer city. They all frowned and looked very unhappy.

In their eyes, the mountain corpse was parked ten kilometers outside the outer city wall area, with towering corpses gathered around it.

Meanwhile, there were also mounds of flesh carrying the dead, constantly devouring the surrounding skeletons and rotting corpses, preparing for a major attack.

The outer city wall has now fallen, and large numbers of undead are climbing over the towering wall. In some places, large undead have blasted out several gaps, giving the undead an entrance into the city.

"How is the evacuation of the citizens in the outer city going? How much longer will it take?" Zhu Meng sighed upon seeing this and quickly asked the members of the Magic Association standing nearby.

"Three-quarters of the citizens have now safely entered the inner city, and with reinforcements from the surrounding military districts, it is expected that the evacuation will be completed in just ten minutes."

"That's good……"

Zhu Meng exhaled, stood atop the clock tower, and slammed his fist on the railing to vent his anger. He spoke in a deep voice.

"Damn it, judging from the state of the corpse on the mountain peak, it will probably reach the inner city wall in another half hour. What should we do then?"

The Corpse of the Mountain is now preparing to launch an attack. Undead with the strength of a Grand Monarch are breaching the city walls from all directions and are gradually approaching the safe barrier.

"What's the situation in the other three directions?"

Han Ji looked up at the horde of corpses surging in like a black tide, then at the most conspicuous corpses on the mountain peak to the north, and said without turning his head.

"The situation is equally dire. There are two Eight-Directional Demise Kings in each of the four directions: east, south, west, and north. It seems that the Eight-Directional Demise Kings have come out together this time to welcome their king."

"Your Majesty... what should we do? Could it be that the Lord of the Undead is about to awaken?"

The speaker was none other than Ling Xi, the Hunter Alliance elder disguised as Ye Chang. She was wearing the same women's suit as yesterday, which perfectly showcased her graceful and alluring mature figure. In addition to exuding a touch of heroic spirit, she also had a hint of charming sexiness.

With her still-attractive appearance and figure, she doesn't look like a woman nearing forty at all. She has many suitors and secret admirers in various circles.

When the words "Lord of the Undead Kingdom" were mentioned, all the high-level mages present could see the fear on their faces.

Everyone shared a similar expression with Lingxi; the thought of this millennium-old ruler's imminent resurrection filled them with deep worry.

It's not that no cities in China have fallen, but only a year and a half has passed since the Bo City incident, and yet another city has fallen. Moreover, it is an ancient city with a history of thousands of years, and one of the most important cities in the Central Plains. Is the ancient city going to follow the same path as Bo City?

A moment of silence fell over the room. Han Ji didn't say much, but glanced at everyone present before finally uttering a single sentence.

“I don’t know when the King of the Dead will be resurrected, but right now the most important thing is the Eight Kings of the Dead, we…”

Before he could finish speaking, the conference room door was pushed open, and a military strategist hurriedly pushed it open and came in to report.

"President, we've discovered traces of the Black Vatican!"

"What?!" (End of Chapter)