Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

Han Ji signaled his men to put away the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror.

tired.

I'm really tired of being torn between hope and despair time and time again.

Having been forced to this point, the Black Vatican has already won.

Destroy it!

Whether I live or die, this is the last round!

Even if this dark archmage has ulterior motives, he should still take everyone in the city with him!

Black Vatican, Salam, or anyone else!

Let's hit the road together!

132. Chapter 130 Distinguished Guest Arrives

132.

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The highest point of the ancient capital.

With the help of the dragon's magic, Han Ji's voice could resound in every corner of the ancient capital, and everyone currently inside the golden barrier could hear his voice.

"I have some regrettable news to share: the Abyss of Fiends is approaching, and our barrier won't hold for much longer."

Han Ji's voice contained neither fear nor anger, but only a hint of relief.

He is tired.

He was oscillating between hope and despair, and he was on the verge of collapse.

From the initial plan to decapitate, to the later appearance of the Abyss of Evil, and rushing towards it, now everything seems to have returned to square one.

"I know many people are cursing, because as guardians of the ancient capital, we mages have failed to protect anything..."

"But we really did our best."

"..."

The city was silent, and the mages guarding every corner of the inner city all bowed their heads along with Han Ji.

"Stop getting sentimental," Daolong interrupted.

"You don't have much time left, tell them quickly."

He had to prepare the magic array before Lü Cheng devoured the emperor's soul. The gathering of faith took time, and if the time was missed, there would be big problems.

"Now, we have one last option," Han Ji said in a deep voice.

"But this approach could also be digging our own grave. I can't decide that, so I'm leaving the choice to everyone."

"I believe everyone saw it during the first half of the night. Our mage was busy setting up a special magic array. I don't know what it is or how effective it is, but I had no other choice."

"And now, I want to tell you all that this is a special summoning circle. If the entire city calls out together, we might be able to summon a savior capable of resolving our current predicament, but..."

"It's also possible that it will summon a Grim Reaper!"

"Whether to try or wait for Sha Yuan to break through the barrier, I leave the choice to everyone. But no matter what you choose, I, Han Ji, will stand here until the very last moment of the ancient capital!"

After saying that, Han Ji fell silent and sat down to await the result.

Although he could deceive everyone by saying that this magic circle could definitely summon a savior and that as long as everyone prayed sincerely, they would surely be able to overcome the difficulties.

However, he couldn't say it.

Because he knew nothing about this so-called dark god, if he deceived everyone and things went wrong, he didn't know how to face the deaths of millions of people.

Furthermore, the dark demon they summon could very well cause an even greater catastrophe.

He cannot afford such consequences.

Therefore, he could only tell everyone about it and let the people of this ancient capital decide for themselves.

Is it a gamble, or a wait-and-die situation?

It was a final struggle...

"There's one more thing," Daolong's voice suddenly echoed throughout the city.

“Pay attention to your attitude in prayer. You are asking for the demon god’s charity, not commanding his arrival. If this is wrong, even if you successfully summon the demon god, it will only be an enraged demon god.”

"Don't think that it doesn't matter if you fail, that the worst that can happen is death. Believe me, death is not the end, it's just the beginning."

"..."

"What do you mean by 'enraged demon god'?" Zhu Meng asked.

"The literal meaning." Dao Long glanced at the group of high-ranking officials present.

"Faith comes from the heart and cannot be faked. Once the demon god successfully descends, he can sense the hearts of all of you, whether they are sincere, false, or like you, unwilling to accept defeat."

"I'll only remind you once: the Demon God's attitude depends on you."

"If you pray for salvation, He will bring salvation; but if you harbor malice..."

"You will experience what true malice is."

His words were not a threat, but a fact.

The demonized Lü Cheng will be a pure demon, a truly pure demon.

An incredibly willful, true demon god.

If you can make him happy, everything will be fine.

Moreover, he went to such great lengths to obtain positive faith power, because only this thing could allow Lü Cheng to evolve safely!

"I'll remind you again, pray sincerely!" Daolong said solemnly.

"This is no joke!"

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Inside the Abyss of Death, between the Gates of Death.

After Lü Cheng sent Mo Fan and the others out, the entire space became quiet, and no more undead armies were sent out. However, Ling Xi could feel that the death aura here was getting denser and denser!

"I forgot to ask earlier."

Lu Cheng looked at Xi Zhe and the man in the black robe who was completely covered from head to toe.

"She and I are here to commit suicide together. What about you?"

"Are you two here to commit suicide together?"

Xi Zhe's face darkened. "Young Master Lü Cheng, this is not the time for jokes."

The Abyss of Evil, created by the Ancient King, is an incredibly complex space, intertwined with chaotic rules. He is confident he can leave, but he needs time to comprehend this complex space.

However, Lü Cheng in front of him might not give him time!

"Not going to say a few words?" Lü Cheng looked at the man in black robes.

"..."

"fine."

Lu Cheng turned around and walked towards the long ladder that could collapse at any moment.

"Wait a minute!" Xi Zhe grabbed Lü Cheng from behind.

"The space here is very complicated. Don't wander around until I understand it."

"No need to understand, there's only one way left." Lü Cheng pointed to the collapsing Nine-Life Bridge.

"Something's not right. This is the Gate of Death, so why aren't any more undead appearing to stop us?" Lingxi asked, puzzled.

"Because I'm here," Lü Cheng said with a smile.

"When distinguished guests arrive, the treatment is naturally different."

Ling Xi was speechless. "Who do you think you are, this VIP guest?"

“Of course I’m a distinguished guest.” Lü Cheng walked ahead.

Seeing that the man in black robes did not stop him, Xi Zhe said no more and focused on understanding the surrounding space.

"Are you sure this is the right road?" Lingxi asked doubtfully.

Even before Su Meng and Xi Zhe have spoken, how could this kid have a stronger understanding of space than the two of them?

“Of course, a guy who craves immortality and turns himself into something neither human nor ghost can be very proactive once he senses what he’s dreaming of,” Lu Cheng said inexplicably.

"I don't need to know the way; it will guide me."

The ancient king who pioneered Eastern necromancy was nothing more than a loser who craved immortality.

After entering the Abyss of Fiends, he began to release his boundless life force. The remnant soul of the Ancient King had already sensed it. Now, the Ancient King was more anxious than he was about whether he could reach the Blood Throne!

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