Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

Following the only path, Lü Cheng and his companions soon arrived at the ice crown-shaped altar.

Too lazy to walk, Lü Cheng teleported to the highest point of the altar in a few moments.

At the center of the altar top, which is covered with white jade, stands a huge piece of blood-red jade, with sharp edges and corners, which looks like a throne made up of countless swords stuck upside down.

"Wait a minute!" Xi Zhe reached out again to stop Lü Cheng.

"This thing is dangerous."

Lu Cheng looked helpless and turned to the man in black robes, "Can you get him away?"

"Huh?" Xi Zhe was taken aback, but before he could make a move, the man in black robes pressed down on his shoulder.

"..."

Looking at the densely packed army of undead before him, Xizhe fell silent.

At first, Su Lu said that this might be a difficult task, and he didn't understand.

He's just a high-level mage; no matter how talented he is, he can't escape the grasp of this forbidden spell mage.

But now, he understands!

133. Chapter 131 The Ceremony Begins

133.

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"I'm surprised... how did you get in?"

The person sitting on the Blood Throne suddenly spoke, and Lingxi and the man in black robes quickly shielded Lü Cheng behind them.

By the light of the altar fire, the three were able to see the face raised on the Blood Throne.

"Fang Gu? It's you?" Ling Xi was quite surprised.

"Where is the ancient king?"

“I am, or rather, I am the new ancient king.” Fang Gu stood up.

"The true ancient king has long since vanished with the passage of time, leaving behind only an armor robe stuck to his skin and this blood throne that can command the realm of the dead."

"Whoever arrives here first will inherit everything from the ancient king!"

"His white palace, the realm of the dead he created, his boundless magic, his unparalleled wisdom..."

"Alright, shut your mouth." Lu Cheng waved his hand, and terrifying flames struck Fang Gu, instantly burning him to ashes.

The armor, now devoid of its physical form, drifted back to the Blood Throne like a ghost.

“This…” Lingxi couldn’t quite understand what was happening before her eyes.

"You haven't even figured out the situation of the Old King?" Lu Cheng asked.

"The real ancient king, Qin Shi Huang, died two thousand years ago, but his necromancy and his obsession with eternal life gathered his remaining soul, which had not yet dissipated, and incorporated it into this armor."

"In other words, the Ancient King, strictly speaking, is merely a weapon spirit, or to be more precise, a weapon undead."

"In short, spirit weapon."

"The people of Weiju Village have the blood of the ancient king flowing in their veins, so they will not be attacked by the undead, nor will they be rejected by the Abyss of Evil."

"The so-called ancient royal descendants are nothing more than a contingency plan for resurrection left by Ying Zheng before his death; they themselves are just a sacrifice."

Ling Xi narrowed her eyes slightly. "You mean, whoever controls this armor will inherit everything from the ancient king?"

"More or less." Lü Cheng nodded.

"However, once you put on this thing, you will become one with the remnant soul of the ancient king on it. The stronger people can retain their consciousness for a period of time, but in the end they will all be devoured by this armor and become sacrifices like Fang Gu."

Upon hearing this, Lingxi, who was about to make a move, stopped willingly.

The strength of the undead is closely related to the year of their death. Not to mention that the ancient king was a forbidden spell of the five elements in his lifetime. The more powerful a person is, the stronger the undead they become after death. She didn't think she could kill this thing.

Let's just wait for this thing to drift into the inner city and devour the millions of people who have recovered.

"What if I could order the million-strong army of the dead to evacuate the ancient capital before I am devoured by this thing?"

A strong voice suddenly rang out, and Lu Cheng and the other two turned to look. Zhan Kong, dressed in military uniform, flew up from below the altar.

“Then you will become the savior of the ancient capital,” Lü Cheng said with a smile.

Zhan Kong is also a legitimate descendant of the ancient king, and his high-level cultivation is already considered a body that the ancient king is quite satisfied with. If it were a super-level or even a forbidden spell soul, this remnant soul might not be able to completely control it.

However, for a high-level fully-trained cultivator, this state is just right—neither too strong nor too weak.

the best choice.

However, as the young master of the Zu family, a family of curses, he must have some means of self-preservation, especially in terms of the soul.

This armor is now nothing more than a remnant soul; even if one wanted to completely erase Zhan Kong's consciousness, it would take time.

Therefore, in the original work, Zhan Kong served as the Ancient King for a period of time. However, he could not hold on for long. It was because he knew that he was about to be devoured by the Ancient King that Zhan Kong went to the Holy City to die.

The ancient king with the consciousness of severing the void still has a living part, but once the part of severing the void is completely devoured, the true ancient king will be resurrected, and that will be the undead emperor!

For the Undead Emperor, only the dead are his subjects!

Do the dead care whether the living are dead or alive?

Yes! Of course!

Just as the dead are seen as aliens by the living, the living are seen as aliens by the dead!

For the dead, only the dead are fellow citizens!

"You want to wear this armor?" Lingxi's tone changed subtly.

With Su Meng here, Lü Cheng will be safe, so she naturally doesn't need to worry about anything anymore.

“The ancient capital is in imminent danger…” Zhan Kong walked forward with a heavy expression.

"Lu Cheng, if I die, I hope you can go to the Tianshan Rift and find someone named Qin Yu'er for me, and pass on a message to her."

"I have never been afraid of anyone in my life, nor have I ever given up, but this time... I have let her down."

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Kong involuntarily knelt down on the ground.

"Since you're sorry, then go and rest." A strange, eerie green light appeared in Ling Xi's palm at some point.

"Poison..." Zhan Kong's consciousness gradually blurred, and he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

"So easy?" Lu Cheng's expression was somewhat strange.

Is the young master of the Zu family so easy to kill?

While it's true that as long as you get the first move, it's easy to defeat higher-level enemies with superior moves, but is it really necessary to be so hasty?

"Easy?" Ling Xi raised an eyebrow.

"This is a technique I learned in the experiments in Bo City. It's anesthesia. No matter how many life-saving magical artifacts he has, he'll fall asleep in this invisible poisonous fog that can even knock out a demon king."

As she spoke, Ling Xi approached Zhan Kong, took out her professional crime dagger, and plunged it into Zhan Kong's heart.

A strange aura of soul energy erupted and vanished into thin air.

Lu Cheng's eye twitched slightly.

As expected of Salang of the Black Church, the cursed energy contained in this dagger is so powerful that it would not only cut through a high-level mage, but even if he were to be slashed by it, he would be in pain for a while!

As for the protective magical artifacts on Zhan Kong's body, no matter how powerful they are, you still have to activate them to make them useful.

Not everyone has a magical artifact with an automatic protective function. There are only a handful of those in the entire magical world.

"The ceremony is ready; you may begin."

Daolong's voice suddenly rang in Lü Cheng's mind.

"what are you doing?"

Seeing Lü Cheng approach the armored man again, Ling Xi and the man in black robes quickly stepped in to block him.

"Gentlemen, I'm very busy right now, please make way."

A red light flashed in Lü Cheng's eyes, and he uttered a hoarse, demonic voice.

"Okay?"

"..."

……

"Why is there no movement?"

Outside, under the organization of the mages, the entire city began to pray as Daolong had instructed, but nearly half an hour passed without any movement.

"Are you kidding us?" a Hunter King from the Hunter Alliance asked suspiciously.

Dao Long didn't even bother to look at him. "You know why there's been no movement."

“I told you to be sincere. Look at you, you don’t show any respect at all, not even in your hearts.”