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

Chapter 122, Killing the Corpse-like Corpse Minister
"Crazy..." He stared blankly at everything in front of him, muttering to himself.

With a single blow, countless lives were annihilated. The streets that had been there just an hour earlier, the hotel staff who had served him, and the roadside vendors—all vanished into thin air.

Is this the destructive power of a great monarch?
Peace, how fragile it is...

……

Without pausing, Chen Hao turned and ran straight towards the inner city. The outer city wall had been torn open by the death dragon's breath, and the undead army began to surge in through the breach like a tide.

Under the purple alert, the chance of survival outside the safety barrier is zero. At this point, it's probably too late to leave the ancient capital.

Taking advantage of the remaining signal, he immediately called Mo Fan. Upon learning that he was on Bocheng Street, Chen Hao rushed over. They had planned a class reunion the next day, but now it was all ruined, and it was uncertain whether they would even survive.

Weaving through the congested roads, the panic among the crowds was like the end of the world. All major roads were completely blocked, with crowds and stampedes raging...

A few minutes later, Chen Hao arrived at Bocheng Street. Mo Fan, Mu Bai, and others were organizing the evacuation of the people of Bocheng. They did not know what had happened yet, only that the city was under purple alert and undead were attacking.

"Chen Hao!" Mo Fan spotted the glowing figure from afar in the group.

Mu Bai, Zhou Min, Wang Sanpang, and the others were immediately drawn to the familiar figure that came into view.

“Chen Hao…” Zhou Min’s face lit up with joy, and she was about to step forward and say a few words.

suddenly--

Boom! !
A dark shadow covered half of the street corner, and before anyone could react, a huge object crashed down!

boom! ! !
The ground instantly collapsed, creating a deep pit. The originally chaotic crowd was crushed into a bloody mess. Explosions and the sound of bones breaking filled the air. A whole mass of rotting corpses, made up of countless bodies glued together, lay across the intersection of Bocheng Street, and the stench and decay instantly spread throughout the area.

"The Corpse-like Corpse King!!!"

Mu Bai was the first to react, his face turning pale.

"How is this possible... Isn't this a ruler-level creature? How could it be here?"

Zhou Min looked up at the sky, her face immediately turning extremely pale.

On the distant horizon, a colossal silhouette resembling a mountain peak slowly raised its arm—the corpse of the mountain. As if throwing a shot put, it grabbed giant balls made of flesh and blood and hurled them towards the ancient capital!

One, two, three...

One after another, mounds of fleshy corpses pierced the night, trailing trails of blood, flesh, and corpse energy, as they were "thrown" into the ancient capital from the horizon, as if the hand of a demon was personally writing the story of hell.

This is a city-level attack.

Even at the purple alert level, almost no contingency plan would envision such a terrifying scenario as a remotely launched corpse-throwing weapon!
"Damn it!!" Mo Fan roared, instantly igniting the fire star map and rushing forward, intending to use the flames to burn the mound of flesh that had crushed countless people.

But the next second, the giant mound of flesh began to wriggle slightly, as if hundreds or thousands of creatures were struggling and crawling inside at the same time. Its rotten and swollen skin burst open, and bone tentacles and rotting corpses soaked in corpse fluid emerged from the cracks!

"Rose Flame - Fierce Fist - Nine Palaces!"

Seeing this, Mo Fan showed no mercy and slammed his fiery fist into the ground.

In an instant, nine pillars of fire rose up in a grid pattern, erupting like a volcano from beneath the fleshy corpse minister.

boom! ! ! ! !
Before the dozens of rotting corpses could react, they were burned to charcoal and then turned to ashes.

But the Corpse-like Corpse Minister did not react at all. The Spirit-level Nine Palaces only caused it a minor scratch, which had no effect on its massive size.

It wriggled its bloated body, turning its foul-smelling, filthy crack toward Mo Fan, clearly noticing the annoying bug and wanting to teach it a lesson.

"Mo Fan, step back, let me handle this!" Chen Hao said. He didn't hesitate, but immediately began to prepare high-level magic.

To deal with such a colossal demon, melee combat is the worst option, as it is extremely inefficient. Only world-destroying magic is effective.

Beside him, star charts of light piled up, and dazzling constellations soared into the sky, illuminating this ruined land. "Light Falls Across the Land - Rain of Judgment!"

With Chen Hao's low shout, the Light Nebula suddenly exploded, and golden-white light arrows fell from the sky, densely packed, as if the sky had cracked open and divine light poured down from the sky!

Unlike ordinary high-level light magic, Chen Hao's move is a high-level magic used by 343 enhanced stars, equivalent to a high-level level two. With the addition of Spider Spirit, Little Flame Princess, and his own battle aura, this move is essentially a holy cleansing of all evil and is a natural counter to the undead!

"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle!!"

Arrows of light rained down, covering the entire mound of fleshy corpses. The writhing, rotting corpses were instantly scorched as if by the blazing sun, emitting painful screams. Their skin was burned through by the arrows of light, and their flesh and bones disintegrated. The rotting corpses in the rain of light could not exist in this world at all, and were burned to dust in the golden divine light!

"Roar--!!!"

The fleshy corpse minister let out painful howls from its swollen, bloody mouth. Its flesh began to collapse, liquefy, and peel off, like a snow mountain melting in the spring. Its massive fleshy body disintegrated and peeled away layer by layer under the rain of light. Its body, which was almost motionless before, began to struggle violently.

Mu Bai, Zhou Min, and the others, who were watching from afar, were all utterly shocked by what they saw.

"That's... a constellation-level magic?"

"Chen Hao has already reached the advanced level!"

"And it's light-type!! Then the summoning ability must be high-level too." Mu Bai gritted his teeth. He knew that light-type was extremely effective against undead, but this level of suppression far exceeded what he had ever seen!
Without realizing it, he had been left so far behind.

"Ho ho ho!!"

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Corpse Minister of Flesh Hill unleashed an even more terrifying corpse aura, which soared into the sky, clashing with the Rain of Judgment. With a desperate, life-or-death struggle, it managed to withstand the fatal blow.

"You beast! Die!"

"Silent Thunder Death Light!"

Mo Fan roared, and quietly completed the lightning constellation. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a seven-layered lightning star map appeared like lightning, forming a deep purple constellation!
Starlight intertwines, and thunder surges.

"boom--!!!"

A beam of deathly light, compressed to its extreme, descended from the sky and struck the core of the still struggling mound of flesh!
"Whoosh—!!!"

The corpse roared, as if making a final struggle, but this time it had no chance of turning back.

Light and lightning, two high-level magics, were simultaneously suppressed on its body, dissolving its soul, flesh, and aura. No matter how tough or rotten its body was, or how desperately it fought back, it could not withstand this pure, high-energy direct destruction!
The next second—

"Bang——!!!"

The fleshy mound of corpses exploded, splattering rotten pus everywhere. The entire block was once again enveloped in blood mist, but this time, no living thing moved within the corpse mist. The struggling corpses and writhing rotting hands were all purified by lightning and light, turning into puddles of stagnant water.

"Cough... This thing... is disgusting..." Wang Sanpang gasped for breath, his face ashen.

"Dead... really dead?" Zhou Min asked in a trembling voice.

"How are we supposed to live like this? Tell me," Mu Bai said in a deep voice.

"..."

A deathly silence fell over the crowd, except for Chen Hao and Mo Fan, who remained standing at the front line with their backs to the ruins, their magical aura still surging.

Mu Bai seemed to have been hit hard. It was one thing for Chen Hao to be advanced, but why was Mo Fan also at a high level?

"Don't just stand there, get your men moving!" Chen Hao snapped out of his daze and said to them.

"Yes, yes, yes, it'll be too late if we don't leave now." Zhou Min quickly agreed, and went about gathering the people who were running around in a panic.

The group headed towards the inner city. With Chen Hao and Mo Fan, two high-level mages, escorting them, the people of Bo City Street had the lowest casualty rate.

(End of this chapter)