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

Chapter 133, Forbidden Lightning Spell, Nine Heavens Thunder Strike Hell

The world changed color in the next instant.

boom! ! ! ! !
A golden pillar of lightning suddenly pierced the sky, penetrating through ten thousand meters of thick clouds, like a spear pointing to the heavens, striking down angrily from the ninth heaven!

Next, the second one!

The third way!
Nine bolts of heavenly lightning, like dragons soaring through the clouds, roared and circled the extreme of the nine heavens, forming a magnificent lightning array in the sky that was large enough to cover a hundred miles of sky!
Thousands of thunders move! The sky shook!
Dark clouds swirled violently in the center of the divine array, and a gale aroused the wails of all spirits. The army of the undead instantly became restless, and countless demons looked up at the sky, letting out wails of fear!
"This is... a forbidden lightning spell!!!" Chen Hao's eyes widened, his giant eyeballs focusing on the sky, trying to see every detail clearly.

The entire world seemed to be dominated by that formation—the rain was instantly evaporated, the earth cracked open, the sky burst into light, all things returned to silence, and all spirits bowed their heads!
next moment.

—"Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment Hell!!!"

A powerful shout resounded throughout the ancient capital.

The minefield collapsed with a deafening roar!

The divine lightning, ninefold in number, descended upon the mortal realm!
Boom boom boom——!!!!!!!!!
At that moment, the sky collapsed!
The thick clouds, thousands of meters thick, over the ancient capital were torn to shreds in an instant. Lightning engulfed the night, and the dark clouds were blasted away without a trace! The oppressive atmosphere that had been suffocating everyone was suddenly lifted, as if a thousand years of dust had been blown away, and the light of day appeared!
The sunlight finally penetrated the earth, illuminating the entire ancient capital!
The light of the forbidden spell sweeps away all darkness!
The location where those nine lightning pillars fell was the battle zone where the main force of the undead was most concentrated!
The ground collapsed, and lightning and flames cascaded down!
Before the countless spirits could even scream, they were instantly reduced to ashes in the lightning, their souls purified and completely erased from the world!
Several monarch-level undead were also not spared. The Skeleton Lord was directly blasted into countless pieces, and the massive body of the Mountain Corpse was blasted thousands of meters away, with half of its body cracked.

The ground was marked by a ring of scorch marks that stretched for thousands of meters from the center of the lightning strike, as if a divine mark had been branded by the wrath of a god!
The bones melted, the evil spirits dissipated, and even those undead lords who were confident in their immortality were now trembling under divine punishment and fleeing in panic!
The entire sky was filled with the rumble of thunder and the roar of flames.

Amidst the myriad lightning bolts, Chen Hao gazed silently at the burning sky, his eyes reflecting the magnificent scene of nine lightning pillars annihilating all living beings. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming longing for it!

That's for sure, that's exactly what he wants!

Forbidden spells, the pinnacle of magic!

……

The aftershocks of the thunderbolt from the heavens still churned between heaven and earth, and lightning flashed like veins through the remnants of dark clouds, but the torrential rain that had covered a hundred miles of the ancient capital... had already stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of sunlight broke through the sky and fell on the ancient capital's scarred land.

It is gentle, yet fiery; it is warm, yet carries a sacred purifying power.

The sunlight poured down, pushing back the remaining dark clouds layer by layer.

It slanted down from the sky, like a divine gift, landing on the battlefield filled with skeletons and rotting corpses, yet bringing an indescribable peace and—the end of death.

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

The next second, the undead army began to stir violently.

The evil spirits, who were already afraid of light, retreated under the sunlight, and wisps of blue smoke rose from their bones as they crumbled away as if corroded by strong acid!
The rotting corpses let out instinctive howls, but there was nowhere to escape; the sun melted their yin bodies inch by inch!

The air was filled with a scorching heat, a divine punishment bestowed by the midday sun—not magic, but more deadly than any magic!
The entire battlefield seemed to have transformed from a dark hell into a fiery inferno!
The dead wailed and fled under the scorching sun. Those who had roared incessantly were now like insects, struggling, suffering, and turning to ashes in the blazing sun!
The sky grew brighter and brighter, and the golden light that broke through the dawn above the ancient capital stretched across the sky like a sharp sword, tearing through the darkness!
And at this moment—

The tide of the dead is beginning to recede!
They stopped attacking the city and fled in panic!

Those once fearless legions of demons are now scattered and annihilated in the sunlight; those ferocious and domineering undead lords are also fleeing into the wilderness with resentment, disappearing into the horizon as far as the eye can see.

It was as if the entire night had been annihilated by this forbidden spell and the blazing sun.

On the inner city walls, one after another, wounded mages slumped to the ground, their faces filled with bewilderment and exhaustion, too weak even to cheer. Some leaned against collapsed stone pillars, panting softly; one arm had been torn apart, yet they couldn't even be bothered to stop the bleeding.

Someone dragged a cracked magical artifact down the city wall, searching for a familiar figure among the ruins. Their eyes were already blurred with tears and ashes.

"We survived...we really survived..."

A military magistrate muttered to himself, his face covered in dust and blood, but the moment he looked up and saw the sunlight, he couldn't help but kneel down.

Many people followed suit and knelt down.

No matter how disgusting the schemes and machinations were carried out by those at the top, the forbidden curse has finally arrived.

Every surviving resident of the ancient capital should be grateful for the help they received, rather than dwelling on why it came so late. However, reality is often not so rational.

Brainless commoners will only vent their anger and resentment on whomever they deem appropriate.

Therefore, this forbidden spellcaster never showed his face from beginning to end, and only a few high-ranking members actually saw him.

At the Clock Tower Magic Association, Han Ji landed, his face pale, his armor and robes tattered.

A waiter stepped forward to help him up, but was pushed away.

"Where is Lord Zhong?" Han Ji asked anxiously and fearfully. The only person who could be addressed as "Lord Zhong" by the president of a major city's magic association was that forbidden spell mage.

The waiter paused for a moment, then answered in a low voice, "On the top floor."

Han Ji walked away quickly.

Sunlight streamed through the shattered magic dome atop the clock tower. Zhong Tianzhen, clad in a golden and silver robe, stood by the broken window, like a guardian overlooking the ruined city.

Beside him was his secretary, Li Ruofeng, a semi-forbidden lightning magic mage who fought against the mountain corpse! The two looked to be about the same age, both over 50, but their complexions were very robust, with Li Ruofeng appearing slightly younger.

"This is truly tragic. It's been so many years since something like this has happened. Even during the aid mission to the west, not this many people died."

“An ancient capital is, after all, a large city, and moreover, there are man-made disasters involved, not just natural ones. Human planning is the most terrifying thing,” Zhong Tianzhen said.

"Lord Zhong! Secretary Li!"

Hearing the sound, the two turned around and looked at Han Ji.

"President Han." The two nodded in greeting.

Han Ji staggered a few steps and fell to his knees on the broken floor with a thud.

"Han Ji thanks you for your help, sir! The ancient capital... without your help, it would probably be the underworld today!"

His voice trembled, and the shattered shoulder pad fell to the ground with a dull thud.

(End of this chapter)