Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

What weighed heavily on his mind was that outside the encirclement, there was another encirclement, endless and like a quagmire.

Relying solely on his own strength, Xu Fang could easily break through, but the chances of him breaking through before He Ming breathed his last were slim.

He Ming's consciousness was already fading, so Xu Fang decided to take a gamble.

"Fluorescence, Radiance, and Blindness!"

When Xu Fang used the initial level three Radiance, it was like a dazzling sun, which he hurled into the sky, attracting the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Once the other military mages see this, they will certainly do their best to come.

But this also put him in the spotlight. Before that... Xu Fang looked at the even larger number of terracotta warriors and gripped the Zhan Yun sword tightly.

I can only rely on myself!

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Quantity is the truth, Xu Fang deeply agrees.

He, who had just easily killed a centurion of the general level, was now at a loss when faced with a vast army of servant-level terracotta warriors.

The Sunfire Slash is unusable; killing servants is not enough to cover expenses, and the depleted mana is enough to wear Xu Fang down. He will be tackled and over ten layers of enemies will be stacked on top of him in less than half a minute.

A high-temperature core is a good idea; it's like having an invincible golden body when facing servants.

—But when the time comes, He Ming, who is also burned to a crisp while lying on Xu Fang's back, will most likely have something to say.

Other skills, however, do not have a large enough damage range, so they often kill fewer enemies than they can replenish.

The encirclement grew smaller and smaller. Without the command of the general terracotta warrior, the terracotta warriors were in chaos, no different from ordinary undead, crowding and rushing forward.

"Fluorescent, Radiant, Dazzling!"

Xu Fang controlled the star, sacrificing its destructive power to expand its range of influence.

Under the light, most of the terracotta warriors only had their outer armor destroyed, but they were still brandishing their weapons and continuing to attack.

Xu Fang took the bomb out of his pocket, poured a wisp of magical energy into it without hesitation, and threw it out with great force.

boom! ! ! ! !

The bomb, which had been re-optimized by the military's forging masters, was indeed much stronger than Xu Fang's original version, and it even had a built-in shock effect.

In a moment of earth-shattering chaos, the terracotta warriors, now reduced to crispy skin, were swept away in one wave.

"cut!"

Xu Fang didn't stop for a moment, urging the Zhan Yun Sword to activate its inherent skill.

His legs slammed into the ground, rendering his newly repaired bronze boots completely useless. Using that force, Xu Fang twisted and turned in a way that would make even Newton weep.

The sword's edge transformed into a halo, and the terracotta warriors chasing behind were also harvested.

He tore open a gap in the encirclement that was about to close.

Through the gaps between the terracotta warriors, Xu Fang saw streaks of shimmering starlight and increasingly approaching magical fluctuations.

The reinforcements have finally arrived!

Chapter 42 New Magical Tool: Star

The centurion died, killed by He Ming's Wind Plate Tear.

The centurions were all dead; each one was killed with a single sword strike from Yangyan Guang, turning into golden star-shaped nutritional milk powder.

As for the centurion, he was merely a warrior figurine in battle robes, and possessed only the strength of a high-ranking servant; he was utterly incapable of commanding an army.

This chaotic army was able to hold Xu Fang, who was burdened with children, but when faced with equally organized military mages, they quickly crumbled.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated the sky, the remaining terracotta warriors ceased their movements.

With a violent tremor, the deep pit reappeared, protecting them as they returned underground.

After a night of fighting, the military mages finally saw the day they were alive again.

"Quickly, medic!"

"Where's the stretcher? The company commander is injured!"

Equally disheveled, Instructor Li Yi shouted at the top of his lungs.

The medic quickly came over and gently sprinkled pure white healing magic on He Ming.

"The company commander is fine. He's just depleted of magical energy and has some external injuries. He'll recover in a few days after healing."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

He Ming was not only the strongest in their company, but also their pillar of strength. If he fell, it would be devastating to their morale.

"I'll report to the head instructor immediately!"

Li Yi had only taken two steps when he stopped again: "By the way, where is the soldier who brought the company commander back?"

A military magistrate said, "Instructor, this person is not a soldier from our company, but a student from the Second Middle School of the Ancient Capital!"

"student?"

Li Yi was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening. He scolded the students, saying, "Students are soldiers too. Xenophobic thinking is unacceptable," and then hurriedly left.

at the same time.

The recruits' dormitory is witnessing a remarkable diversity of species.

Some students played games all night and were so exhausted that they collapsed on their beds and fell fast asleep.

Some people have just fought a real battle and immediately jumped into the virtual battlefield on their phones.

Some were so terrified by the Terracotta Warriors that they huddled at the foot of their beds in a state of dread, or cried and wanted to go home.

Even worse, some unlucky ones were hit by arrows from the kneeling archer terracotta warriors, suffering injuries that caused them to hiss and gasp in pain with the slightest movement.

As for the most unfortunate one, he had already been pieced together by the military magistrate who was cleaning up the battlefield, and was making a phone call home with the core idea of ​​"sacrificing oneself for the country".

"Boss! Boss!"

Sun Ruizhi burst in excitedly: "I killed five terracotta warriors yesterday, it was so awesome!"

Brother Ruizhi is a beginner-level mage, and is not qualified to fight outside the city. Instead, he stays on the city wall to cast spells.

During the chaos of battle, some terracotta warriors stumbled upon the city wall and were shattered into pieces by a lightning bolt from the sharp-eyed Sun Ruizhi.

"This time we're definitely going to make it onto the Undead Rankings... By the way, boss, how many did you kill?"

Xu Fang said, "I didn't count them carefully."

He only remembered that he killed them in batches, one after another. Who had the patience to count how many he had killed?

He's more concerned with other issues now; yesterday's battle gave him a lot of inspiration.

Sun Ruizhi was greatly impressed. As expected of the boss, even his bragging skills were so smooth and natural. He was truly a role model for us all.

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Military training is strictly managed and is conducted in a closed system, especially during the first month, when no leave is allowed for any reason.

Fortunately, the military camp, though small, was fully equipped. Even though it couldn't compare to the bustling city center, it had all the necessary infrastructure.

Xu Fang followed the road signs and found the company's forging room.

The forging room wasn't large, about fifty square meters. Two rows of shelves were piled high with raw materials and broken magical tools, and the floor was a mess.

The only empty space on the ground had a stool, where an old man in military uniform wearing reading glasses sat, looking at a blueprint in his hand.

"Repairing magical tools requires queuing; those with higher undead points get priority." The old man didn't even look up.

Xu Fang said, "I also need some magic stones, carving knives, a bundle of ink antler deer tendons, and some rock iron."

The old man stopped what he was doing, looked up in surprise, and pushed his glasses up his nose: "You're a blacksmith too?"

"Only a little bit."

"Is that so?" The old man didn't ask any more questions and prepared what Xu Fang wanted: "The forging room is inside, five thousand per hour."

"it is good."

Xu Fang walked into the forging room.

To be honest, this old man really trusted Xu Fang, or rather, he was confident in the security of the military law division. Even if Xu Fang had ulterior motives, he couldn't escape his grasp.

Judging from Xu Fang's perspective after a month of intensive study, the total value of all the items in this room is probably in the tens of millions.

I sat in the forging chair and picked up the carving knife.

Unlike his first attempt at naivety, Xu Fang was much more skilled this time, and soon a sturdy magic array was engraved on the rock iron.

call!

The flame of light flickered in Xu Fang's hand, and the rock iron bent under the heat of the outer flame, turning into a short steel pipe.

Xu Fang had an extremely strong control over the flames. After achieving the desired effect, he immediately withdrew them, taking away the remaining high temperature along with them.

Black antler deer tendon, a material of minor general grade. It's expensive, but possesses excellent toughness and elasticity. Xu Fang first compressed and adjusted it, then fixed it beneath the steel pipe.

Snapped!

"It's a little crooked..."

Xu Fang tore off the deer tendon and tried again. After wasting half a bundle, he finally found a suitable position where it could pop out along the predetermined track after being compressed.

"The cooling array is too big and complicated to carve... No problem, try this wind array to accelerate heat flow and guide the heat into the outermost ice stone... Very good, it can be used as a substitute."

"The magic stone is installed here."

Xu Fang looks a lot like a mad scientist villain in a movie, muttering to himself as he moves through bottles and jars.

Gradually, a brand new "magical tool" appeared in front of him.

Xu Fang picked it up, weighed it in his hand, put it in his sleeve, and infused it with magical energy.

click!

With a barely audible crisp sound, a jet-black pistol, less than twenty centimeters long, flew into Xu Fang's hand.

"handsome!"

This smooth little combo was so cool that even Xu Fang himself was impressed.