Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

[Xiao Xie, you're back!]

A very familiar female voice rang out. Just as Mo Xie was about to see the white-clad figure clearly, his vision seemed to turn into a mirror, shattering instantly into nothingness.

The scene shifts, and he is back in his original world, his gaze fixed on the imposing and ferocious Blood Throne before him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

I had this scene in my mind before, and now it is reappearing. Even though I couldn't see clearly who the white-clad figure was, I understood just by hearing the voice.

Moreover, with the fragment of memory that had just flashed through his mind, he roughly knew some things and couldn't help but sigh.

Ling, is this your plan? To let me come to the Abyss of Evil to reclaim my rightful authority as the King of the Underworld, and finally become the Ancient King once more...

Mo Xie's lips curled into a smile, his expression a complex mix of joy and bitterness.

After calming his mind, he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. There seemed to be a strange figure sitting on the Blood Throne.

His eyelashes trembled slightly as he stepped forward. He saw a black armor robe imbued with historical significance. Looking at the helmet, he saw that it was empty inside, with no solid object at all.

Furthermore, the black death aura it emitted transformed into a wicked dragon, roaring wildly.

This is an ancient armor robe that carries the resentment of the six fallen kingdoms. Anyone who dares to approach it even slightly will feel their life being devoured!
The next second, without any hesitation, Mo Xie walked straight to the Blood Throne in front of him!
As he approached, the original thirst for blood emanating from the Evil Dragon Armor vanished instantly. In particular, the ferocious black dragon lowered its proud head, as if worshipping its king.

The man in the Evil Dragon Armor, sitting on the Blood Throne, moved with extreme stiffness, like an old man who had been sitting for a long time moving his body for the first time, looking extremely strange.

It stood up, supporting itself on either side of the throne with both hands, the clanging of its armor echoing around it. It strode to Mo Xie, then knelt on one knee, placing one hand on its knee and the other fist on the ground, bowing its head as well.

Logically, the outsider should have been kneeling before the evil dragon armor that resembled an emperor, but now the roles have been reversed.

Mo Xie looked calmly at the Evil Dragon Armored Robe kneeling before him, his eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion, standing there lost in thought.

After a long while, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly raised his arm, his palm reaching towards the Evil Dragon Armor.

The moment the palm touched the Evil Dragon Armor, it rapidly disintegrated into several parts that flew toward Mo Xie: the hood, chest and abdomen, legs, arms, shoulders, and cloak...

In the blink of an eye, the Evil Dragon Armor covered Mo Xie's body. During this process, he did not feel any discomfort or pain. Instead, a strong wave of magical energy burst out from his body!
Instantly, an aura of imperial power spread out, enveloping the entire palace. The evil black dragon reformed, its long body swaying as it flew into the sky, its ferocious head raised, emitting a deafening roar.

"Roar!!!"

Below the altar, Asha'ruya felt a terrifying aura coming towards her. The pure imperial pressure was overwhelming, making the space feel suffocating. Her pretty face was full of shock and fear.

If it weren't for the Nine Netherworld Empress's presence and the pressure she was under, she wouldn't be able to stand here so easily.

Looking at the armored figure standing above the altar, Asha's eyes flashed with disbelief, but then a look of understanding appeared on her pretty face, which was then replaced by worry, and her eyelids lowered.

Beside her, Empress Jiuyou wore a slightly manic smile, her beautiful eyes filled with fanaticism, her breathing becoming rapid as she gazed at the emperor's figure with adoration and love. "Our king...our king has returned!!!"

The moment Mo Xie put on the Evil Dragon Armor, a scene flashed through her mind: a sea of ​​blood filled her vision.

The scene before my eyes was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear: majestic stone walls, collapsed city towers, ancient beasts comparable to mountains, raging fires... Scenes of the First Emperor sweeping away the six kingdoms and blocking foreign monsters appeared one by one!

As countless demons attacked the city, only a figure clad in dragon armor stood atop the city wall, his cloak fluttering in the gale, fearlessly facing the charging demon horde. Behind him, the lights of countless homes shone brightly!
After a long while, Moye slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, but they revealed a sense of vicissitude. It was as if something was stuck in her throat and she could not utter a word.

"They really played a very elaborate game of chess. Is this one of the reasons for being trapped in the cycle of reincarnation...?"

He murmured to himself, looking down at the evil dragon armor that covered him. Even though it looked extremely heavy, he moved around very easily, as if he had no burden at all.

Moreover, feeling the surging violent power within his body, he couldn't help but clench his hands, a burning desire gleaming in his eyes.

Indeed, possessing overwhelming power is truly addictive...

Mo Xie's lips curled into a wicked smile. With a thought, the helmet on his head suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared, revealing his handsome face.

With a flick of his armor and cloak, he turned and sat down on the Blood Throne with an air of grandeur, overlooking the entire palace before him.

At the same time, the Blood Throne beneath him suddenly began to flash, the crimson light growing even more intense, and even the crimson liquid flowing down became even more scarlet and alluring, revealing a hint of eeriness!

Mo Xie, seated high on the Blood Throne, suddenly sharpened his gaze and fell upon the two women below, speaking in a cold voice.

"Queen of Nine Netherworlds!"

The beautiful ghost who had been waiting below heard the king's command, and a natural smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. Her graceful and alluring body disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Emperor Moye the next second.

Gazing at the emperor before her, her original strength as a great monarch seemed to increase for a moment, and she almost couldn't help but kneel down at his feet.

Suppressing the urge to crawl, Jiuyouhou bowed slightly to Moxie with her slender figure and responded in a sweet voice.

"I am here!"

"By imperial decree, sound the retreat!"

Mo Xie's tone was domineering, and his dark pupils flashed with a blood-red light. He felt it was time to end this boring farce.

"I obey the decree!"

Empress Jiuyou lowered her head, her beautiful eyes filled with adoration and fervor, and a seductive voice rang out from her lips. The next second, her entire delicate body vanished from the palace. (End of Chapter)