Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

"Where's Brother Cheng?" Mo Fan's gaze swept around the scene for a long time, but he couldn't find Lü Cheng.

Isn't that guy a congressman? He can't just run away from something like this, can he?

"Isn't he with you?" Zhu Meng looked over.

He had met Mo Fan before when he was in Hangzhou, and when Lü Cheng went out of the city to look for someone a few days ago, he also took Mo Fan with him.

“No, we parted ways in Huacun a few days ago,” Mo Fan said.

"I thought he had already returned."

Jingyun disappeared after escorting them back to the ancient capital. He also couldn't contact Lü Cheng. However, that guy is probably currently in a relationship with that foreign beauty he met before, and they've even started calling each other "mother of my child" and "father of my child."

Xinxia, ​​your brother can't keep an eye on him...

"He didn't come back?" Zhu Meng was taken aback.

Could that kid have really run away?

"Hooray!!!"

A furious roar suddenly echoed from the gloomy northern sky, causing everyone to feel a sharp pain in their eardrums, as if a massive shockwave was crashing into the city with an overwhelming force that covered the horizon.

Upon seeing the enormous phantom reappear, the expressions of the group of high-level mages immediately turned solemn.

Just as Zhu Meng was preparing to join forces with a group of high-level mages to deal with the Ghost Tyrant and prevent him from gathering undead to break through the north city wall, a light as bright as day suddenly burst out in front of the Ghost Tyrant, sending him flying backward several mountain peaks.

"Holy crap! Brother Cheng?!" Mo Fan was completely dumbfounded.

He had seen this move before in Hangzhou, and he had also seen it from afar on his first night in the ancient capital. This was Lu Cheng's ultimate spatial attack!

Even the monarch was sent flying!

"Lü Cheng?" Zhu Meng was taken aback.

"Didn't you start from the south of the city? How did he end up in the north?"

"I don't know either," Mo Fan said, embarrassed.

“We parted ways in Huacun. He said he had something to do, but I never expected he was going to take on this thing alone…”

"Isn't he a high-ranking official? Fighting a monarch? Does he have a death wish?" Mu Bai's eyes twitched violently.

Seeing the Ghost Tyrant rise again, Zhu Meng's expression darkened slightly. "Lu Cheng's ultimate skill was unleashed at close range, clearing out the undead gathered around the Ghost Tyrant. Now is the perfect time to act!"

Just then, Hunter King Du Xiao of the Hunter Alliance arrived at the scene, and Zhu Meng quickly organized a team of mages to charge towards the undead army outside the city.

Although Mo Fan didn't want to get involved in such a life-threatening situation, when he tried to escape, the demon man grabbed him and forcibly brought him into his team.

"Didn't we agree that it was voluntary?" Mo Fan said indignantly.

"In this kind of war, one more or one less makes no difference, and whether we win or lose will not change because of my participation."

"Can't I just fulfill my duties as a mid-level mage in the city?"

“Mo Fan, you…” Zhou Min was somewhat disappointed by Mo Fan’s reaction, but she didn’t say anything. After all, everyone has their own ambitions, and besides, she had heard that Mo Fan was doing well at Mingzhu Academy and had a promising future. It was normal that he didn’t want to get involved in such a dangerous matter.

"Now I understand why Mu Ningxue isn't interested in you." Mu Bai shook his head.

"Compared to him, you really aren't that attractive."

Mo Fan's face darkened. "How can I compare to that freak?"

what is that?

monarch!

That thing disappears with a single breath!

How can one confront someone head-on like Lü Cheng?

"This has nothing to do with strength, it's purely personal charisma." The demonic man pointed at Zhu Meng.

“Like this Councilor Zhu Meng, his strength is not top-notch in the Magic Court, he doesn’t have a huge influence, and he doesn’t have any so-called noble background, but he holds a pivotal position in the entire National Magic Association.”

Mo Fan is neither cowardly nor weak, but he often likes to pull off some random reversals, first making people dislike him, and then making a spectacular rescue. Perhaps this kind of maneuvering is very useful for young girls, but if there is a bright enough presence at this time, this kind of reversal becomes just self-entertainment.

To put it bluntly, this kid likes to show off and also likes to use the technique of building suspense before revealing his true feelings.

Because of Old Man Bao, he had observed this kid quite a bit and discovered these problems. Mo Fan didn't have any major issues. In fact, compared to the unpredictable Lü Cheng, the superiors preferred Mo Fan's down-to-earth, self-serving nature.

Because while Mo Fan wasn't stupid, he wasn't exactly smart either.

Right now, Lu Cheng, a high-level mage, is charging ahead and fighting fiercely with a monarch undead. It's an exciting time, and even if he doesn't want to take any risks, he shouldn't be going against the grain at a time like this.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

……

"Master, should we retreat first?"

On the battlefield of the Ghost Tyrant, after trying various methods, Lü Cheng still couldn't kill this little monarch, or rather, he could barely scratch him.

Although the Dragon Emperor's other-dimensional attack is terrifyingly powerful, its attacks are too scattered. After hitting a target, those that can break through its defenses will be attracted by gravity and move towards the core, leaving no trace.

However, if the defense is difficult to break, his energy ball will choose to repel the thing and will not continue to invest more dimensional energy into that target.

In other words, if you get hit by this move, those who can be killed won't escape, and those who can't be killed will be knocked away!

An inexplicable humanization.

"Retreat?" Lu Cheng turned around and looked at the mage group that had already left the city to fight, as well as the aura of the super-class mage rushing towards him.

If he remembered correctly, Zhu Meng and the others had successfully killed this brat, the Tyrant. That meant that a Monarch's Essence and a Monarch-level Undead Crystal would drop later. It would be a huge loss if he left now!

“No! As a member of parliament, how can I run away?” Lu Cheng said with righteous indignation.

Behind me are the lights of thousands of homes!

"..."

The Liu sisters, sitting on Jingyun's back, exchanged a strange look.

They didn't even know what kind of person Lü Cheng was?

If needed, Lü Cheng can always smile and protect the lights of thousands of homes to his side!

The lights of thousands of homes will not be behind him, but only in front of him!

"Then you can continue to protect the lights of every household, we are too exhausted." The Liu sisters lay weakly on Jingyun's back.

For the past few days, they've been killing undead and collecting undead crystals, fighting their way from the south to the north. They haven't stopped for days and nights. The two of them are no match for Lü Cheng, the perpetual motion machine, and they've long since run out of energy.

They were all planning to go back when this tyrannical ghost suddenly appeared and started chasing after them!

It must be because Lu Cheng used his ultimate move to blast it all night!

These ghosts hold grudges too!

"Lu Cheng! Hold on! We're coming!"

Zhu Meng's shout rang out, and he led several high-level mages toward this side.

"You retreat first, leave this to us." Zhu Meng went all out, wielding a long spear and surrounded by lightning.

“No way, this little thing has been chasing me for ages. I’m not leaving today unless I kill it,” Lu Cheng refused.

"You've run out of magic power, and you're still fighting... You still have magic power?" Zhu Meng was taken aback.

They've been fighting for so long, and they've even used all their space-based ultimate moves, so why is this kid still flying in the sky?

“I have a portable charger.” Lu Cheng waved the necromancer crystal in his hand.

He needs to conceal his mana regeneration speed, otherwise attracting attention will be troublesome. The Undead Crystal, a treasure that charges quickly, is a good excuse.

"You haven't been doing this all this time, have you?" Zhu Meng asked suspiciously.

According to the scout mage's report, a large number of undead remains have appeared around the ancient capital in the past few days, as if someone is hunting the undead.

“Since I’m already here, I definitely have to bring some local specialties back with me,” Lü Cheng shrugged.

"Right, you guys hold it off for now, I'll unleash another powerful attack."

Zhu Meng's eye twitched slightly. "Your ultimate move can't even scratch the monarch. If you're not leaving, go down and help deal with those commanders."

"No, I must kill this little thing today!" Lu Cheng insisted.

"You...forget it."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Zhu Meng stopped talking and joined forces with several other high-level mages to launch an attack on the Ghost Tyrant.

Lu Cheng flew onto Jingyun's back, waiting for the spatial magic energy to recover, and occasionally unleashing a dragon blast on the Ghost Tyrant's big head to refresh it.

This large undead lord moves stiffly, so its attacks rarely miss; it will hit the eyes, then the ears, and occasionally aim for the lower body.

Seeing that there was no reaction, Lü Cheng simply used his spatial ability to slap it across the face.

With the spatial ability enhanced by the sixth realm of spiritual power, and the combination of special transcendent power, Big Mouth could easily slap a commander to death.

But such a devastating attack had little effect on the monarch, at most causing the tyrannical devil to turn his head and stumble.

However, although it cannot cause any actual damage, for a necromancer lord with a certain level of intelligence, such an attack is far too insulting!

"Roar!!!!!"

Finally, the tyrannical ghost, enraged by Lü Cheng, abandoned Zhu Meng and the others, and raised his massive, mountain-like arm directly at Lü Cheng.

Unfortunately, it was too slow to hit.