Full-Time Magister: The Strongest Summoned Beast is Actually Myself

Chapter 117, The Truth

As the star charts of the light system took shape one after another, Fang Gu realized that he was brewing high-level magic. His face was ashen, and he had no idea where this person came from.

The crimson skull struggled to its feet. Although its head had been smashed, the blood-red necromantic crystal deep within its chest cavity still pulsed with the rhythm of death, driving it to stand up once more!
At this moment, Chen Hao had already raised his head.

His body was surrounded by forty-nine luminous stars that shone into a star map, which then connected to form a constellation. Hundreds of radiant stars intertwined and flowed like a waterfall, converging in the sky to form a dazzling constellation.

"Light falls upon Manzhang..."

As he slowly raised his right hand, the world seemed to lose its color in an instant, except for the star map above his head that was filled with holy light, which continued to spin wildly, as if a god had descended to earth!
Tendrils of light descended from the sky, cascading down like a sacred waterfall, enveloping Fang Gu and his band of undead warriors!
With a wave of Chen Hao's right arm, the constellation shattered into countless fragments of light, transforming into billions of blazing white spears that slanted down from the sky, like stars falling and all the gods resonating!
—Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

The sky was instantly pierced, and thousands of light spears fell violently, each carrying a holy scorching power that burned away the darkness!
The first corpse didn't even have time to react before it was hit by the three beams of light and turned into black ash!
The second skeleton had just raised its shield when a thick beam of light blasted its upper body apart, and even the undead crystal was pulverized in the light!
Just as the dark red skull struggled to its feet, a beam of judgment composed of seven star-shaped particles pierced straight through its chest cavity—

"Crack!"

The undead crystal finally shattered, and the red bone skeleton collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless to rise again.

In just three seconds, all the summoned undead around Fang Gu were wiped out!

He watched helplessly as the warriors he had painstakingly crafted turned to ashes one by one, his pupils constricted, and a chill ran down his spine!
Who...who are you? You're not from the Inquisition! What do you want?

Fang Gu panicked and retreated repeatedly. He lost his footing and fell to the ground. His once gloomy and confident face was now filled with fear and confusion.

Chen Hao slowly descended from the sky. The moment his feet touched the ground, golden light rippled out, as if a god had descended.

With a wave of his hand, the remains of the undead shattered by the light spears around him began to glow faintly. Essence and remnants of the spirits were extracted in the radiance and collected into the soul ring in his palm.

These spirits are extraordinary; all of them have been enhanced by Fang Gu's spirit system, resulting in a solid color and abundant spiritual energy. Each one is extremely valuable and can be considered a rare treasure.

"Tsk, no wonder he's a necromancer who made his fortune from the dead." Chen Hao glanced at the soul ring in his hand and said sarcastically, "343 enhancement stars are not far off."

Having lost all his undead warriors, Fang Gu was completely helpless, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Chen Hao casually reached out and emptied all the storage artifacts on his body, and several vessels containing spirit essences fell into his hands.

"Murder and arson bring wealth and honor, that's absolutely true." Chen Hao sneered as he examined the spoils of war. "You necromancers... are you all this rich?"

Fang Gu clenched his teeth, but dared not utter a single word. He could only watch helplessly as the treasures he had accumulated over the years were casually swept away, and he couldn't even fart.

Dragging his hair back to Huacun, in the village square, the mutated corpse had long been burned to charcoal by Mo Fan. The air was filled with a mixture of burnt and stench. The villagers, still in shock, gathered together and discussed the matter.

"Who is this?" Mo Fan asked, frowning.

"A necromancer, without a doubt, is an enemy of this village," Chen Hao said calmly, his gaze fixed on the disheveled figure on the ground.

"You are... Fang Gu!" Village Chief Xie Sang suddenly exclaimed, and then there was an uproar around him. Many villagers recognized the face as that of the village chief from the neighboring Yangyang Village.

Under Chen Hao's on-the-spot interrogation, the truth gradually came to light.

It turns out that the reason Weiju Village was able to stand for so many years in the desolate wilderness teeming with the dead was because of a Kun Well—that is, the water of the Kun Well. However, the Kun Well in Yangyang Village began to mysteriously diminish ten years ago, until it recently dried up completely. With nowhere else to turn, Fang Gu led the entire village to Hua Village for help, requesting protection.

But they were ruthlessly rejected.

“Without the water from the Kun Well, our entire Yangyang Village is destined to perish in the mouths of the dead. Rather than be devoured alive, I have no choice but to… take matters into my own hands.” Fang Gu’s voice was low and hoarse, a mixture of crying and laughing. “Among those living dead… are my son, my wife, my brother—”

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with madness and accusation: "I suspect that the reason Yangyangkun Well has dried up... is because your Huacun village tampered with it! You have a secret you're hiding!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place fell into silence.

"Nonsense!" Xie Sang was so angry that his face turned red. His body trembled as if he had been struck by something, and he shouted angrily, "This is utter nonsense! You've gone mad, Fang Gu!"

However, his son Hong Jun, standing behind him, was deathly pale, trembling all over, and could barely stand.

Chen Hao narrowed his eyes, glanced at Hong Jun's panicked appearance, and smiled.

"It seems this matter is not so simple." His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable force. "I need to confirm whether this is related to the disappearance of the Xihong Squad."

He took out a small crystal bottle from his soul ring. The bottle glowed faintly, clear as morning dew, and was actually a bottle of high-end blood potion. But to these villagers with limited knowledge, it looked exactly like the legendary "truth serum."

“Village Chief,” Chen Hao gently placed the crystal bottle in his palm, a dangerous glint appearing as he turned his fingertips, “please cooperate. Drink this truth serum, and don’t make me do anything.”

Xie Sang's face froze instantly, his eyes fixed on the faint light in the bottle, as if he had seen some extremely dangerous monster. His breathing became heavy, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I...I am a law-abiding citizen, not a criminal, I have the right to refuse!" Xie Sang tried his best to remain calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily.

Chen Hao looked at him and smiled slightly, as if he had heard an absurd joke.

“What a coincidence, I’m not a policeman, nor a judge.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone as cold as a blade. “This isn’t a request for your cooperation. This is an interrogation—if you cooperate, you’re working together; if you don’t, it’s forced confession.”

"Here, I only speak of the rule of law—the law of magic."

"If you're innocent, this bottle of truth serum will clear your name. If you're really up to something... then let the truth tear you apart, bit by bit."

The village entrance was silent. The villagers stared blankly at the bottle of truth serum, their gazes shifting back and forth between Xie Sang and Chen Hao. No one dared to utter a sound.

Xie Sang's lips twitched; he was almost scared to death. If people found out that he had stolen the well water from Yangyang Village and given it to Hong Jun in exchange for cultivation resources, resulting in the tragic deaths of an entire village, even ten lives wouldn't be enough to warrant a sentence.

"How do you choose?" Chen Hao asked calmly, as if he were asking him to choose a way to die.

The color drained from Xie Sang's face, as if all his courage had been drained away. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The next second, he suddenly turned around and ran away!
"Tsk, trash, you panic at the first sign of trouble." Chen Hao raised an eyebrow and flicked his index finger.

(End of this chapter)