Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

The golden, shimmering Dharma Heaven and Earth exuded an aura of both holiness and death. It lowered its head slightly, its golden eyes gazing upon the kneeling spirits and humans within the city.

After a long while, the Dharma image between heaven and earth resonated with a sound, and then slowly dissipated into the air, and this world returned to darkness once again.

The mountain corpse was the first to move its massive body, stand up from the ground, and then let out a violent roar to the sky!

"Roar!!!"

In the gloomy, rainy night, the roar of the mountain corpse drowned out the thunder and crushed all other sounds. After the roar, the whole world seemed to have been muted!

After all the spirits stood up, they all stopped moving at the same time, as if waiting for some command.

Suddenly, the mountain's corpse finally moved, as if a magnificent mountain had turned its body and was walking heavily toward the direction outside the city.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

“Boom!

With each step the corpse of the mountain took, the earth shook, and with each step, a portion of the undead army inexplicably sank into the soil.

However, there is no need to worry, as they will not die at all. Most of the undead have the ability to burrow underground, and there are many tombs beneath the ancient capital. These undead use burrowing to return to their tombs, and on the second night, they will come out to forage as usual.

As the corpse of the mountain departed, it served as a signal, prompting the other undead lords to lead their subordinates away as well.

The Lord of the Underworld flapped his bone wings, his enormous body soaring into the clouds and disappearing from everyone's sight.

The Ghost Tyrant spread his bat-like cloak wings and flew over the golden barrier of the inner city, heading north as well.

The tide of undead slowly receded, revealing the devastated outer city. After leaving the outer city, all the undead resumed their previous wandering state.

All the undead lords had disappeared, and the undead Grand Master had returned to his tomb to continue sleeping!

The people in the city stared blankly at this scene until the spirit of the dead retreated a kilometer away, at which point they snapped out of their daze.

"We...we...survived!!!"

"The dead have retreated... the dead have truly retreated, and the ancient world will not be destroyed."

"We won...we won! Our ancestors have blessed us!"

Suddenly, a burst of excited cheers erupted in the city. Although there was still some time before dawn, the undead army had already withdrawn, and the city was filled with cheers and jubilation.

On the city wall, countless guard mages collapsed to the ground. This catastrophe had exhausted all their physical potential, and everyone had originally prepared for death.

They are still alive, which is hard to believe even to themselves, and they can't help but feel fortunate.

They used to hardly believe in any gods, but after this experience, they have no choice but to believe that their ancestors were protecting them.

Meanwhile, the high-ranking members of the Clock Tower Magic Association displayed expressions of shock and joy, finally putting their minds at ease.

Among these people, the head of the Li family was the most excited, and even couldn't help but cry tears of joy.

The ancestral home of the Li family is located in the ancient capital, where they can be said to be the dominant family, and most of their business is based in the ancient capital.

If the ancient capital were to truly fall today, the Li family would undoubtedly suffer the most devastating losses. Although things are already quite dire, fortunately the inner city has been preserved, and even if the industries in the outer city are lost, it is still within acceptable limits.

The head of the Li family suddenly thought of Chen Xi. When Chen Xi first entered the ancient capital market, he invested in the inner city and basically had no industrial planning in the outer city. It can be said that he suffered no losses at all this time, as if he had foreseen it in advance!
It would be a lie to say I'm not envious, after all, a lot of resources were saved. I suppose the only one who didn't suffer any loss is Chen Xi.

It seems that if that boy named Mo Xie hadn't died, then the previous cooperation could have been reconsidered... "Eek!!!"

Just as everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of relief and excitement, a cry of an eagle came from the dim sky, accompanied by an extremely strong aura, which was none other than a supreme monarch-level creature!
"What's going on? Didn't the undead army retreat? Could it be that some other demons have come?!"

Han Ji and Zhu Meng, along with other high-ranking members, sensed a powerful aura that was comparable to that of the Mountain Corpse, one of the Eight Dead Monarchs. It was clearly a demon with the strength of a Supreme Monarch.

They had just seen off the army of the dead when a demon of the supreme monarch arrived. All of them were in no condition to hold on. If this continued, the ancient capital would eventually perish in the long river of history.

Just as everyone was on edge, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared at the Clock Tower Magic Association and spoke to them.

"Don't worry, everyone. These are reinforcements that Mo Xie called, not enemy troops."

Upon hearing this, everyone present immediately turned to look, and saw a woman in a tight-fitting outfit and a man in a suit walking over together. The former was Liu Xian, and the latter was the owner of the Chenxi Ancient Capital branch.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but show a look of doubt. They naturally recognized the branch manager, but the other woman was unfamiliar. However, judging from the meaning of her words, she should also be one of Mo Xie's subordinates.

The moment Mo Fan saw Liu Xian, his bloodshot eyes lifted, filled with urgency, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Sister Liu Xian, my brother..."

He was relieved to see Liu Xian nod as soon as he finished speaking.

Hearing this explanation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't an attack on the ancient capital, that was fine. However, they couldn't help but marvel at how Mo Xie could summon a demon at the level of a supreme monarch. Just how many secrets did this kid still hold?

Liu Xian walked to the edge of the bell tower, looked at the gyrfalcon flying in from afar, and saw Song Feiyao standing on its back. A strange light flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

A smile appeared on her pretty face as she waved her arm towards the distance and called out.

"here!"

Hearing the shouts, Song Feiyao looked down and commanded the Sea Falcon God to descend.

"You must be Liu Xian, whom Mo Xie mentioned. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Once the gyrfalcon was stable and parallel to the top of the bell tower, she jumped over, smiled and nodded at Liu Xian, while her beautiful eyes curiously scrutinized the other woman, her thoughts unknown.

"Where is Moye? Where did he go?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xian sighed and then quickly explained the current situation and Mo Xie's predicament.

After listening, Song Feiyao frowned slightly, but her expression wasn't too bad. She lowered her head and pondered silently.

"Wait a moment……"

At this moment, Zhu Meng stepped forward, looking at the two women's calm demeanor with a puzzled and confused expression on his face, and asked.

"Mo Xie's life or death is now unknown, how can you all be so indifferent? Shouldn't you be worried about whether he lives or dies?"

Upon hearing this question, Liu Xian smiled slightly and explained to Zhu Meng.

"Don't worry, I have the ability to sense Mo Xie, he's safe now."

"Yes."

Beside her, Song Feiyao nodded as well, looking at Hai Dongqing and saying.

"The gyrfalcon has some kind of connection with Moye, and can sense that he is safe and sound. Now we just need to wait for him to return." (End of Chapter)