Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

With the death of the Mist Demon Commander, the Totem Serpent can aid the other totems. It would be a lie to say that the other eight dead kings were not panicked. As dead kings themselves, they really did not expect the power of the totems to be so formidable!

With the addition of the demon Mo Fan, who instilled a strong sense of crisis in them, the situation was on the verge of being overturned.

The fallen rulers fought their way back to the outer city, and the corpses on the mountain peaks were blasted several kilometers away by several star palaces.

The fear and repression on people's faces transformed into ecstasy.

Lin Lan, who had killed more than twenty corpse ministers alongside numerous Imperial Guard mages, felt somewhat strange.

Logically, the death of the Mist Demon Commander should have resulted in the drop of equipment, but nothing appeared.

The little mudskipper of the demon Mo Fan did not absorb anything, nor did Lin Lan's soul vessel.

……

"arrive."

After overcoming numerous hardships, Zhang Xiaohou and his two companions finally arrived here.

The altar is the Blood Throne, and the person on the Blood Throne must be the ancient king, Ying Zheng!

At the very center of the top of the altar is a huge piece of jade, red in color, with sharp, pointed edges that look like a majestic throne composed of countless swords.

There was indeed a person on the Blood Throne whose fate was unknown. He was wearing a black armor robe, which was clearly an ancient artifact, yet it still reflected a cold light.

The man on the Blood Throne sat there, one hand supporting his cheek, his body slightly tilted. The shadow cast by the edge of his hood and armor completely obscured his face, and only his sharp chin and the wicked curve of his lips could be seen by the light of the altar fire.

An immense sense of oppression had already descended. Zhang Xiaohou felt that the monarch of the past two thousand years could stand up at any moment and stare straight at him with those eyes that were enough to shatter one's soul.

"How did you manage to get out of the Gate of Death?" Fang Gu raised his head and smiled wickedly.

The graying temples revealed a face with lips that had turned a deep, dark purple, extending to the side of the cheek, making the mouth look even more sinister.

The three people were immediately stunned.

Fang Gu took a different path, and now they can no longer tell whether he is the ancient King Ying Zheng or Fang Gu, because his entire demeanor is different.

Not long after, Fang Gu turned into a corpse.

The result was that he was instantly killed.

The ancient royal armor drained Fang Gu's life energy, turning him into a dried-up corpse. The armor then returned to the Blood Throne.

Despite the armor being completely empty, he could sit on it as if he were a living person. Beneath the armored hood, it was as if there were a pair of deep red eyes staring straight at each of them, seeing through their bodies to the depths of their souls, and easily discerning everything in their hearts.

Just as the three were at a loss, the entire Sha Yuan suddenly shook violently, and the black space began to flow.

"Blood? Could it be that the ancient king's book requires a huge pool of blood, meaning that the people inside are sacrificed?" Su Xiaoluo asked hurriedly.

Sha Yuan's next destination is the inner city of the city with a million inhabitants. The armor needs blood, and the ancient king needs to be revived, so the ideal place for him must be the inner city.

"We don't have time." He Yu's mind went blank at that moment.

Zhang Xiaohou stood up, glanced back at the two girls who had the greatest influence on him, as if to remember their faces, and then resolutely walked towards the armor on the Blood Throne.

With his eyes fixed on the bizarre armor, his lips already bitten until they bled, he used his Wind Track technique to rush towards the armor hanging empty above the Blood Throne.

……

This armor possessed an inexhaustible magical power that urged him to move, as if wearing it would avert all calamities. The armor had a strong suction force; if someone bumped into it, the armor would disintegrate and quickly attach itself to that person.

When Zhang Xiaohou made this choice, he regretted it somewhat. This armor was clearly a bloodthirsty demon, just waiting for someone like him to walk right in.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets. Zhang Xiaohou closed his eyes. He only hoped that before he became as withered as Fang Gu, he could truly command the army of the undead, even if it was just a thought.

However, just as the evil armor was about to envelop Zhang Xiaohou, a pair of strong hands grabbed him and threw him violently out of the Blood Throne.

Zhang Xiaohou was thrown out, and as he tumbled through the air, he saw a resolute figure. This figure was incredibly familiar; the reason he joined the Military Mage was because this man, who could fight the Winged Wolf one-on-one, had given him such a huge shock...

"Chief instructor!"

Zhang Xiaohou fell to the ground and shouted with all his might!
"Chief Instructor Zhan Kong!"

Although He Yu didn't know when Chief Instructor Zhan Kong appeared, she still shouted out.

Without Zhan Kong, Zhang Xiaohou would never be as outstanding as he is now. Zhan Kong was also the first to strike the strongest demon, Winged Wolf, in the disaster of Bo City.

He Yu hadn't seen Chief Instructor Zhan Kong for a long time. She was already grateful to him, and when she noticed the armor gradually covering him, her eyes welled up with tears, and she burst into tears.

She hadn't cried for a long time since the disaster in Bo City, but now she couldn't control herself at all; the evil of the armor was all borne by Chief Instructor Zhan Kong.

The menacing armor seemed to come alive, lunging at Zhan Kong's head and biting at his scalp like a demon.

Chang Kong frantically tore at his scalp with his fingernails, leaving bloody scratches, but he couldn't tear off this evil thing no matter what he did.

Just as he was fighting with the helmet, more black armor robes surged in like a tide.

Legs, abdomen, chest... every inch of skin was devoured by the greedy darkness. The fragments of armor seemed to have their own consciousness, emitting a chilling writhing sound, like countless hungry demons devouring their prey.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

More terrifying than physical pain was the excruciating agony of having one's soul torn apart. The cleaving fingers plunged deep into their flesh, as if trying to rip the armor in two. The screams echoed across the ancient altar, freezing the blood of the three who heard them.

Zhang Xiaohou's vision was blurred by tears. This was supposed to be his fate, but now it was being borne by that resolute person with a determined back view, without any grand words or even a glance back at him...

The armor is more evil than legend has it; it is not merely food, but a living, dark creation that greedily devours the life of every person who touches it.

Zhang Xiaohou's rush forward at this moment is nothing more than adding another sacrifice to this demon.

"You think you're so great?" Zhan Kong's voice suddenly became distorted and hoarse, as if he were talking to the demon within him: "Come on, devour my soul, but the price will be your demise!"

You should have gone to hell long ago!!!

This frenzied roar wasn't directed at anyone else, but at the evil armor that was wrestling with his soul. Unlike Fang Gu, who was instantly drained into a dried-up corpse, Zhan Kong seemed to possess something within him that made the demon wary, managing to barely hold onto a sliver of life in this unequal contest.

"You want my body?" Zhan Kong suddenly grinned maliciously, his bloodied fingers gripping the edge of his arm armor. "Then show me your sincerity!"

With a tearing sound, he ripped the arm armor off. As the tattered flesh was ripped apart, the fragments of armor emitted a shrill cry like a baby's wail, trying to cling back to the armor. Zhan Kong lashed out with a kick, sending the writhing, evil creature flying, his maniacal laughter echoing throughout the underground palace.

"Submit to me, or we'll both perish!" He tore off his leg armor in the same manner, blood splattering onto the ancient murals: "Immortality? I'll make you vanish into nothingness right now!"

This near-self-destructive resistance actually had an effect. The armor, which had been frantically devouring souls, gradually stopped, and the evil writhing began to weaken.

The three stood frozen in place—they had witnessed Fang Gu die instantly, and Zhan Kong had achieved a dangerous balance with the demon in such a tragic way.

(End of this chapter)