Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"Work hard. The ghost soldiers are more dangerous than ordinary undead, but the rewards are also much more generous. Whether you can get them or not depends entirely on yourself."

Because Xu Fang arrived in a military vehicle, the clerk subconsciously assumed he was some kind of privileged son of a wealthy family and couldn't help but give him an extra word of advice.

"Thank you, comrade."

After seeing off the documents, Xu Fang quickly made his bed.

He didn't take the expensive bedding that Sun Ruizhi had given him, which was said to be worth tens of thousands of yuan. He figured he wouldn't stay here for long. If he left after two nights, wouldn't all his efforts have been in vain?

"Hey new here, which school are you from?" A head popped down from the top bunk.

"Ancient Capital No. 2 Middle School"

"Weren't you from No. 2 Ancient Capital Middle School assigned to kill terracotta warriors? How come you... Oh, I get it, you must have done something wrong and been kicked out, right?"

Thinking his joke was funny, the man chuckled like a duck for a while, only to find that Xu Fang didn't react at all.

The laughter stopped somewhat awkwardly, and the man was about to say something to make amends.

"Ha!" Xu Fang laughed.

The person was annoyed by the laughter and felt that in the other person's eyes, they had become an unreasonable and spoiled child who was not worth arguing with.

"What are you laughing at?" The person suddenly sat up. "Let me tell you, I'm the vice class monitor, a beginner level two..."

Bang!

The dormitory door was pushed open, and the veteran squad leader stood at the door. The deputy squad leader's words caught in his throat the next second, and his face turned red from holding it in.

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Rumble!

Thick clouds churned and collided, producing muffled thunderclaps.

On the city wall, two three-meter-high "streetlights" are placed every hundred steps, emitting a crimson light that makes the rain and gloom disappear when it comes into contact with the light.

"There are light-type and fire-type magic arrays. With such high power, the patterns must be very complex." Xu Fang glanced at them and thought from the perspective of a blacksmith.

The conclusion was that they couldn't make it themselves.

However, if we could disassemble it and examine the core magic array inside, that would be excellent.

Whoosh!

A flash of light streaked across the sky, and the city alarm sounded.

A cold wind blew, even more violently than before, and large raindrops pounded heavily on the ground, the damp and cold air seeping into your bones.

Wow!

Along the thick Jinghe River, pale hands clung to the bank, and one "person" after another climbed up.

Their eyes were vacant, their faces pale and weary, like wax figures completely soaked by the rain, yet they were dressed in full sets of ancient military uniforms.

"Enemy attack—!"

On the city wall, streaks of starlight flashed across the sky, and a torrent of fierce magical attacks surged towards the Yin soldiers.

Xu Fang stood discreetly in the corner, and like everyone else, used his radiance to destroy a Yin soldier, then summoned the Cloud-Slaying Sword.

Magic Infusion!

However, the magical energy was not channeled into the Cloud-Slaying Sword, but into the sleeve gun hidden on the left forearm.

The star leaped into his hand, the small, black gun disappearing into Xu Fang's grasp.

In the spiritual realm, golden stars and crimson rings lit up simultaneously, and solar flares surged into the stars, making the gun barrel even hotter.

Xu Fangping raised his hands and aimed them at a well-armored Yin soldier who was clearly of general rank.

"Whoosh!!!"

With a whooshing sound, the ghostly generals fell to the ground, the wounds from which the bullets spread outwards like a spider web, bursting forth with golden light from the inside out.

One hit kill.

Not far away, some people noticed this amazing scene and subconsciously turned their heads, their eyes immediately drawn to the greatsword in Xu Fang's hand.

"Tch, so he's a tool enthusiast."

He made a sarcastic remark, offering a casual greeting to the wealthy person's family, but didn't take it to heart.

Xu Fang smiled with satisfaction. The power of the "Sunfire Light Bullet" was no less than that of the "Sunfire Light Slash." Most importantly, its concealment was excellent.

If this is used to disregard martial ethics in the future, wouldn't it be a sure thing?

Even the golden stars sensed Xu Fang's high spirits, spinning even more vigorously, their abundant magical energy transforming into star trails before striking the Yin soldiers heavily.

One, two... fragments of souls appeared one by one, but none of them were the essence that Xu Fang wanted.

Waaaaaahh ...

On the battlefield, bugles sounded. Unlike the ancient and solemn terracotta warriors, the bugles of the ghost soldiers sounded like the sobs of the dead, hoarse yet sharp.

Large flags were raised, dancing in the gusts of cold wind, and raindrops were pattered by the flags, turning into a black curtain of water that filled the sky.

Someone shouted sternly, "It's a mental attack! Mentalists, step forward! Everyone else, step back!"

Xu Fang couldn't figure out the Yin soldiers' tactics, and he didn't want to fight any longer, so he turned around and left without saying a word.

The next second, he froze on the spot.

—Because he saw "himself," and from an aerial perspective.

The city walls, the military mages, the ghost soldiers... everything that had been seen before had vanished.

"Damn it, we've been tricked."

Xu Fang cursed inwardly. Needless to say, it was probably because he had killed the Yin Soldier General that he was being targeted.

I pinched his thigh, but felt no pain. I tried to summon Xingzi from my mental world, but these rebellious kids were happily playing around and didn't notice their father calling for them.

Fine, I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I, Xu Fang, want to see what this supposedly miraculous "psychological attack" is all about.

In the high school sky, Xu Fang looked down at "himself".

Unlike the person he was outside, the "Xu Fang" in front of him was completely different except for having the same face.

In the spacious training ground.

The gate was fenced off, and countless newly recruited soldiers swarmed in, holding number tags and gathering at the military secretariat. The long, melodious calls of names echoed across the drill ground.

Xu Fang, dressed in rough armor, stood among the generals, looking up at the great general on the high platform.

The general, full of vigor and high spirits, brandished his long sword and declared: "In this battle, all soldiers should fight bravely to defeat the enemy, uphold our military might, and not bring shame upon our hometown. Drink this wine to your heart's content, and let us set off!"

"Here!"

Everyone, including Xu Fang, tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their bowls, then knelt down to kowtow to their parents and fellow villagers in farewell, before turning back without looking back and setting off on their journey.

The clanging of metal and the powerful aura of strength intertwined, making them appear to be an invincible army to anyone who looked at them.

The soldiers brought over a fine horse, and Xu Fang mounted it.

Soldiers beside the commander's tent sounded a long, melodious horn, and countless footsteps came and went, stirring up yellow dust on the drill ground.

Grayish-yellow dust accompanied the intermittent neighing of horses and the clanging of metal. An invisible, oppressive atmosphere gradually filled the air.

"The army moves out!"

Chapter 46 The Amazing Sustain Skill: Little Will-o'-the-Wisp!

Yellow sand rolls on, the army sets off.

A gleaming exterior cannot conceal a rotten interior. Bad news followed one after another along the way.

First, the scout camp was discovered by the enemy, and a fierce battle ensued, leaving dozens of corpses on the road ahead.

Then, the city where the army had originally planned to garrison fell into enemy hands, and the city was littered with corpses from burning, killing, looting, and burning.

The scorching sun could not stop the eerie winds emanating from the corpse.

Without food, there is no physical strength, no mental strength, and no spiritual meditation. The River of Magic Energy has dried up to the point that its riverbed is exposed.

Countless people fell, and some, driven by hunger, lost their minds, turning their knives on their own people, their eyes revealing a desire for meat.

In just one night, more than a hundred people lost their lives.

To avoid a mutiny in the army, the general made a last-minute decision to change the strategic plan from an expedition to a siege, and to recapture the city at all costs.

A simple sentence, yet it cost countless lives to fill it.

In the magical realm, the difference in difficulty between defending and attacking a city is magnified infinitely. The opposing mage sits atop the city walls, unleashing a torrent of magic.

Exhausted and hungry, and facing such a fierce magical attack, very few of them could retaliate.

Facing difficulties in breaching the city walls, the general personally led the attack, hoping to use his invincible Heavenly Flame Funeral to create a gaping hole in the walls.

But this was exactly what the enemy had planned, and they were dragged into the enemy's night-time control. When the great formation disappeared, all that remained was a skeleton.

After a series of defeats and the death of its commander, the army, now reduced to a disorganized rabble, collapsed without a doubt.

Xu Fang also became a bandit, leading his personal guards and occupying a hilltop.

Looking down from the sky, Xu Fang was filled with emotion. Although this "Xu Fang" did not have his own fancy attack methods, his hard strength was definitely not bad.

But even such a powerful being is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when faced with the rolling wheels of the war machine.

It was as if time had been fast-forwarded; it flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the area below the hill was surrounded by enemy troops.

One by one, the loyal guards fell to the ground, until only "Xu Fang" remained.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his extreme anger caused him to explode.

"These are... golden stardust?"

In that instant, Xu Fang's perspective shifted from high above to "Xu Fang" himself. As he introspected within his spiritual world, the golden stardust within the stardust became restless and violent.

"That doesn't make sense, does it? Wasn't it said that Edison was the originator of the light system?"

But everything before our eyes had indeed happened; the ancient "Xu Fang" had awakened the light system.

Reason told Xu Fang that this was just a pure illusion. But his intuition kept reminding him that everything before him seemed real.

Golden light poured in, bursting forth from Xu Fang's body surface, the violent and unparalleled energy impacting his mind.