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

Chapter 124, South City Wall
Mo Fan walked at the edge of the group, with wounded soldiers, children, the elderly, women and children beside him.

He could sense the undead aura lurking in the shadows of the buildings, watching the long line of people like venomous snakes. He even tried several times to suppress it with magic, but the starlight in his mind surged and became somewhat unstable, a sign of excessive magical energy consumption.

"We can't fight anymore, our lightning magic energy is almost depleted." Mo Fan's heart sank slightly.

Chen Hao noticed something was wrong and turned to look at him, saying, "Out of mana? Use the Undead Crystal; that thing can quickly restore mana."

"You can do that?" Mo Fan asked in surprise.

Along the way, they collected a lot of undead crystals. Upon hearing this, Mo Fan took out a piece, crushed it, and the pure soul energy was absorbed and flowed into the lightning constellation.

The nearly dried-up starry river immediately began to flow with streams. Although the streams were few, they were still enough to release a few star maps. He crushed a few more, and although the damage was somewhat reduced, he still managed to restore his combat power.

Finally, after a four-hour ordeal, the survivors, numbering over 100,000, successfully entered the inner city.

As the last group of refugees passed through the barrier, the semi-transparent golden light curtain slowly descended, sealing off the entire inner city of the ancient capital—completely isolating all the dead from the outside world.

In an instant, countless people collapsed to the ground, their sobs, groans, and cries mingling together. Some clung to the cold bodies of their loved ones, refusing to let go; some knelt on the ground, praying to the gods and the stars; others simply stared blankly at the sky, as if their souls had already been torn apart.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, tears, and fire, and endless despair was about to completely engulf people.

Looking out from the city wall, beyond the high inner defensive barrier, one could see that the entire outer city had long since become a hellish inferno of corpses.

The collapsed high walls resembled broken skeletons, and streets, buildings, and stations were reduced to charred ruins. From the four directions—east, west, north, and south—a surging tide of the dead was rising, making the sky seem even lower and darker.

"There's nowhere left to run," Mu Bai muttered to himself.

Chen Hao remained silent. He knew this was just the beginning.

At this moment, the inner city is not a truly safe zone either.

Although a security barrier protects the area, the panic of millions of people is almost bursting the city apart.

Large buildings, shelters, school playgrounds, and underground shopping malls in the core urban area were temporarily requisitioned, and ordinary people were resettled in batches as low-level, non-combatant population.

But space is already insufficient; a single stadium often has to cram in 10,000 to 20,000 people, and water, electricity, and supplies are all nearing their limits.

To avoid panic and riots, the military urgently activated a high-pressure management system, strictly prohibiting ordinary people from freely entering and leaving, setting up temporary security command posts in each refuge area, and ordering that anyone who disobeys be killed without exception.

The mages, on the other hand, were all conscripted.

The Magic Association and the military have jointly issued a supreme summons, regardless of whether you are a member of the military, a member of a magic academy, a free hunter outside the system, or another type of mage.

All of them were incorporated into the combat system under wartime conditions, and were required to accept command and dispatch without exception; those who disobeyed orders would be executed.

In front of the inner city wall towers, the imperial guard towers, and the military conference building, mages dressed in different uniforms came from all directions.

On the inner city wall, at least several thousand mages had gathered, each face etched with weariness, vigilance, and solemnity.

Chen Hao, Mo Fan, and others were no exception. They were conscripted into the Qinling Military Region, which was the same military region where Zhang Xiaohou was located, and were responsible for guarding the southern wall of the inner city.

The south wall faces the least pressure among the four walls, as the main force of the undead army is concentrated on the north side. However, this also makes the defense the weakest, with only one high-level mage in charge.

Of course, mages' lives are more precious. Even if they are forcibly conscripted, it is only for their magical power, not for the inhumane war of the previous life, which was purely to take lives.

They don't need to leave the barrier to fight the undead; they only need to stand inside the barrier and cast their spells at the spatial array. The array will then transmit their destructive magic outside the barrier to strike the areas with the highest concentration of undead.

Wars between people require human lives, cannon fodder, and charges.

All you need to do to fight the demons is to stay and defend.

Unlike in the original story, Chen Hao, Mo Fan, and the others couldn't easily access the higher-ups. In this time of crisis, nobody cared about these lowly minions.

He was happy with that; he'd leave the hard work to others.

Anyway, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

The southern city wall, the quietest side of the ancient capital—but tonight, the silence is gone.

A dense, undead army surged forth from the darkness like a tide. Though not as overwhelming as the sea of ​​corpses on the northern front, it was far more eerie and terrifying. The enemy to the south was the demon race—those half-ghosts writhing in black smoke, howling and twisting, the cunning and hunters among the undead.

They were clad in tattered armor, their forms shrouded in shadow and mist, their movements incredibly strange. Some crawled close to the ground, while others leaped out from cracks in the earth, like reptiles from the depths of hell.

They are believers in darkness, adept at interfering with and eroding the mind. Once they approach the barrier, they can create hallucinations that feel like nightmares.

"Light mages, move forward! All, listen to my command, release the star map!" At the command of the deputy general of the Qinling Military Region, hundreds of light mages on the south city wall immediately took their designated positions.

Chen Hao was among them. As a high-level mage, he sat cross-legged in the center of a magic array inlaid with crystals. Starlight cascaded around him, and beams of light from the star system lit up one after another, eventually converging into a dazzling constellation.

"Light falls thick and wide, the midnight sun casts shadows!"

Chen Hao suddenly opened his eyes, and the next second, a beam of light fell from the Heart of the Constellation, illuminating the entire front line!

The entire battlefield outside the south city wall suddenly seemed to turn from night to day. The evil spirits twisted and struggled in the light, howling in pain, as if they were being burned alive. The black mist dissipated, and the originally charging ranks were instantly thrown into chaos.

This is just one example among many on the city wall. High-level formations like his are spread throughout the inner city wall. At this moment, the ancient capital is already at full power, essentially outputting super magic every moment.

"Effective! Suppression successful!" the lieutenant shouted.

But evil spirits are not the only threat.

Further away, a large number of rotting corpses and skeletons took advantage of the light focusing on the demon race, spreading out from both flanks to encircle them. Their steps were slow but determined, clad in rusted iron armor and wielding broken weapons, like death warriors crawling out of an ancient battlefield.

"Wind, fire, and lightning elementals, prepare to disperse the zombie horde! Don't let them get close to the city walls!"

Another group of mages stepped into their positions and, in coordination with the spatial teleportation array, directly unleashed destructive magic at the undead encirclement hundreds of meters away.

"Tornado of Clouds!"

"Sky Flame Funeral!"

"Silent Thunderstorm!"

Boom boom boom——

Countless spells erupted simultaneously, and with the intertwining of elements, the southern city wall transformed into a front line of purgatory. Corpses fell in the flames, and rows of skeletons disintegrated in the lightning, but more undead kept rising from behind.

The battle reached a stalemate.

Chen Hao's forehead was covered in sweat, and his light-elemental magic energy was being rapidly depleted, even though he was consciously conserving it.

With the plot completely changed, he had to prepare for the worst.

At this point, the defenders were probably still hoping that the undead would withdraw on their own after dawn, and even the high-ranking officers were no exception.

But only Chen Hao knew that since Salang had chosen to launch the plan ahead of schedule, there was no way he hadn't made other preparations. This torrential rain would last at least until the next nightfall, and the ancient capital's barrier probably wouldn't last until then.

As for entering the Abyss of Fiends, the only chance of survival, its location and distance were currently unknown. In the original story, the Abyss of Fiends was entered into the city, which allowed the ancient capital's team to enter smoothly.

Due to the butterfly effect caused by Chen Hao, by the time Sha Yuan jumps into the inner city, the ancient capital's inner city will likely have already fallen. If they choose to pass through the army of the undead and head to Sha Yuan, which is dozens of kilometers away, the losses will be extremely heavy, possibly even resulting in the annihilation of the entire army.

He had to prepare for his escape. When the safety barrier shattered, either the entire city would perish, or a forbidden curse would descend; there were no other possibilities.

As an adult, Chen Hao naturally didn't have too many expectations for the latter.

(End of this chapter)