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

Chapter 132, Forbidden Spell

In that instant, two dimensional gates to the soul realm suddenly opened behind him—

One of them was the divine soul of Yan Ji, surrounded by a thousand-foot-long ring of fire, draped in golden feathers, with the sun rising beneath her wings!
One of them is the Spider King Devouring the Sun, whose soul shadow opens its mouth to cover the sky and swallow the sun, its eight limbs hanging down to the heavens, spinning silk to weave a soul net, from which no one can escape death!
Two soul shadows overlapped and instantly poured into Chen Hao's body.

His right arm suddenly shot out, no longer an ordinary body, but a spear of purgatory fused with light and flame and demonic energy!
"Light System—"

"Soul Devouring, Sun Refining, Divine Punishment Spear!!!"

boom! ! !
At that moment, the earth completely collapsed, and space violently trembled!
A divine spear of judgment, composed of soul, light, the essence of the sun, and the will of the demon, flew out from his arm with a roar!
The divine spear pierced the sky, tearing a golden-white rift several miles long. Thousands of undead were vaporized into dust the instant it passed by, not even having time to scream!
"Boom——!!!"

The spear's edge struck the giant skeleton beast king's chest, and the entire black and gold skeleton war beast, which was hundreds of meters tall, was driven into the ground more than ten meters deep, and a huge hole of light blasted out of its chest cavity!

The dozen or so soul cores within his chest cavity—including a monarch-level essence—were refined, stripped of their souls, shattered, and sacrificed in this terrifying flame!

The skull cracked, and the deathly aura exploded.

"Karaaraara!!!!"

The giant skeleton beast king let out a miserable howl that even the undead feared. Holy flames ignited from the inside of its indestructible body, and its bones began to disintegrate, crumble, and turn to ashes on their own!
Chen Hao took a step forward, his mouth opened wide, and his mental world was shaken violently.

"Sacrifice—A Monarch-level Essence!!"

A black-gold soul light emerged from the remains of the giant skeleton beast king, carrying an extremely strong resistance. However, under the twisting and oppressive power of the Soul Devouring Technique, it was unable to break free and was forcibly devoured by Chen Hao!

"Zizzizi..."

Chen Hao's skin burned as if it were cracking open, and golden-red patterns covered his giant body, as if it had been forged by the sun. His body also increased in size, clearly indicating that his demonic power had been enhanced.

He roared to the sky, and the demonic power within him surged, faintly breaking through the threshold and almost going berserk!

But under the suppression of the secret technique, this time—he actually succeeded in suppressing it and did not lose control!
"Ha ha……"

Chen Hao knelt on the ground, his body covered with a dense mass of rotting corpses and skeletal demons, completely unmoved even as the intense heat melted them away.

"That's enough, enough for me... to fight my way out."

He slowly stood up, his body regenerating from its shattered state, transforming into a Titan war demon burning with light and flame. The dazzling solar halo suddenly opened, and the undead within the encirclement instantly turned to ashes.

Those powerful undead that were originally charging forward frantically now instinctively retreated the moment he approached. That terrifying, scorching aura was the undead's natural enemy!

When a monarch falls, even the spirits of the dead tremble in fear!
No one dared to block the path of this war demon!

He stepped out of the ruins of the southern city, the ground cracking inch by inch. Wherever he went, the dead avoided him like a tide, until he finally stepped out of the last line of defense and escaped this true land of death!
He took the final step, and the earth beneath his feet shattered into dust. The deathly aura seemed to be completely severed by his flames, and the air was finally no longer foul and sticky.

The world fell silent.

Chen Hao stood atop ruins, covered in blood, his massive body, clad in charred metal and bronze, still burning with an inextinguishable golden flame. His figure was tall and aloof, the blazing sun casting a halo around him, making him appear like a god or demon standing on the horizon.

He slowly turned around and looked at the city still overwhelmed by the dead.

The inner city of the ancient capital is like an isolated island in the sea, struggling to survive in this black sea of ​​the dead, like a dilapidated boat on the verge of being swallowed by the waves at any moment.

The towering inner city walls flickered with fire, but they were no longer a cohesive system. The once majestic towers were now nothing but ruins, and the flickering magical light was like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The undead surged like a tide, a dark, overwhelming mass that blotted out the sky and even swallowed the starlight. Chen Hao stared blankly at the struggling mages; his monarch-level vision allowed him to clearly see everything happening ten kilometers away.

A shattered city, mages fighting fiercely, broken magical artifacts, tattered armor, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up like hills.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt. After all, if it weren't for the butterfly effect he had caused, these people could have survived...

Even if you know it's not your fault, it's really hard not to feel guilty when faced with millions of lives at stake.

"I wonder how Mo Fan and the others are doing?" Chen Hao murmured.

It's not that he didn't bring Mo Fan and the others along; he simply wasn't sure what would happen if he used the Blood Essence. So he kept his distance from the start. What if he went berserk and got killed? Wouldn't that be a huge blunder?
As for when he regained his senses, it was too late; he couldn't find them anywhere.

Of course, there was another reason: he didn't want anyone to know what he looked like. Whoever this Titan was, it couldn't be him, Chen Hao.

……

Just as Chen Hao was gazing at the battlefield with a complicated expression, a dark, demonic figure suddenly entered his field of vision.

It was a demonic figure wreathed in black flames and crimson lightning, with long, flowing hair and two ghostly figures, a bird and a wolf, rising high from its back. It stomped on the ground and shattered evil spirits with its fists, like a war god in the night!

"Mo Fan?" Chen Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

That blood-red color was too familiar; even though the demon-formed person was almost mutated, he still recognized him at a glance.

Mo Fan charged through the tide of the dead like a malevolent star, his fire, lightning, and shadow elements intertwining to create a storm of demonic flames that swept away hordes of rotting corpses and evil spirits! Anything that came near was torn to pieces by his dark claws!

He leaped high into the air, his wings spread wide!

"—Demon's Inferno!!!"

With a roar, the sky was torn apart, and a black meteor, a mixture of fire and lightning, crashed down from his palm, turning an entire city into scorched earth. Even the remnant souls of the giant skeleton soldiers were burned to ashes!

Chen Hao was deeply moved and couldn't help but whisper, "This guy... doesn't seem to be losing control at all..."

Similar to Chen Hao, Mo Fan's combat power in his first demonic transformation was not as strong as expected, estimated to be only at the level of an ordinary monarch. In a real fight, Chen Hao's demonic Titan form should crush him.

By this time, most people in the city had noticed Mo Fan's situation, mainly because he was also very high-profile, constantly saving lives and healing the wounded, and did not lose control and devour souls indiscriminately due to the trend of demonic power.

It's important to understand that the city contains not only the souls of the dead, but also the recently deceased. And since both the little mudskipper and the demonic beings are indiscriminate in their actions, only Mo Fan could maintain restraint in this situation.

Chen Hao isn't that noble.

However, even the demon Mo Fan doesn't seem to be able to hold on for much longer.

Chen Hao was still puzzled as to why the inner city had lasted so long. He had thought that when the barrier broke, the undead would instantly devour everything that remained of the ancient capital.

And who was that person who single-handedly confronted the corpse on the mountain peak? Is there such a person in the ancient capital?
Even so, Chen Hao still didn't think Gu Neng could hold on. He turned to leave, unable to bear watching the tragic scene behind him.

Just then, an ancient and vast magical aura suddenly rose from the city, like an ancient incantation that awakened the instincts of heaven and earth!
Chen Hao suddenly turned around and looked towards the Magic Association at the clock tower in the center of the ancient capital.

"This is……"

(End of this chapter)