Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

"You will place your hopes on me again."

"You are the ones who are willful, you are the ones who create trouble, and you are the ones who ask for help."

"But in the end, I'm the one who has to solve all the trouble, just because you think I can't stand idly by..."

"But what if I don't care?"

The Saint Seiya transformed his longsword into a pendant and returned it to his chest.

“You won’t ignore this, because it’s your responsibility,” Daolong said quietly.

"The responsibility of a Saint is to give up this power, to give up this power that is born with this responsibility."

"But you won't."

The Saint Seiya's expression darkened slightly. "What makes you think I can't?"

"Because you can't let go of this world, Great Sage," Daolong said.

"If you could really just wash your hands of this, you wouldn't be wasting your breath talking to me here."

"You need a reason, an unquestionable reason, to justify your actions."

"But now, your reasons are insufficient."

"So you've been slow to take real action, and to be honest, I think you're pathetic, but I have to respect you."

Power is free, at least this Saint Seiya's power is free!

Even if this guy really kills everyone present, his power won't change in the slightest!

But he put heavy shackles on his power, and no matter how much he wanted to act, he could restrain himself until the conditions were met.

This guy is too stubborn, fixated on that so-called irrefutable truth.

"..."

"you win."

The Saint Seiya sighed, raised his right hand, and drew a line in the air, creating a spatial rift.

"However, I hope you won't regret your choice today, associating with demons." The Saint gave Daolong a deep look before disappearing along with the spatial rift.

"What did he go to do?" Su Meng asked nervously.

"If nothing unexpected happens..." Daolong raised his head.

"He went up and unleashed his ultimate attack."

Before the words were finished, a dazzling light shone from the sky above the ancient capital, interrupting the demon's devouring. Countless undead still in mid-air fell down, forming a strange rain of the dead.

After cutting off the demonic energy, the Saint Seiya drew his sword and charged into the abyss's gaping maw.

Seemingly sensing this extremely dangerous righteous energy, a deep black flame condensed in the mouth of the giant head. However, before the flame attack could take shape, the Saint Seiya slashed at it with his sword. In just an instant, the righteous flame burned the black fireball to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the Saint Seiya charged into the abyss's maw without the slightest hesitation.

The raging demons were brought to a standstill the moment the Saints charged in.

The whole process happened so fast that the people below didn't even know what had happened. They only knew that there was a flash in the sky, and then the demon stopped.

"..."

"You're so calculating, you even scheme against yourself. You've really gone too far."

In the endless darkness, the Saint Seiya gazed intently at Lü Cheng at the core of the demon.

If Daolong had that kind of brain, he wouldn't have been tricked by the Holy Lord.

This black-wielding wizard's talent was truly exceptional; even in his time, few black-wielding wizards could compare to Daolong. However, when it came to human cunning and scheming, that old fellow was utterly clueless.

After all, he had been studying dark magic alone in the deep mountains and forests for hundreds of years, completely isolated from the world. If it weren't for his competitive spirit and the occasional trip out to fight with righteous wizards, Daolong would probably be able to fool any random person on the street.

Therefore, this plan must have been devised by Lü Cheng!

He included not only himself, but also the children, and even his mother!

This guy is gambling!

"Uh...you're actually going to help?"

Lu Cheng was somewhat surprised to be abruptly awakened by the impact of righteous energy.

"What if I don't help you?" the Saint asked.

"What if I didn't care about these issues and simply wiped out everything related to you, eliminating all potential threats from the demons?"

"Clear?" Lu Cheng's expression was somewhat strange.

"You're even going to kill my mother? You're truly a heartless and ungrateful son."

Although this Saint Seiya is his distant past life, or even, strictly speaking, two separate individuals from him, it is possible to see them as one and the other as one.

But at least in this lifetime, they share some commonalities.

His mother is also this guy's biological mother.

"What if I actually do it?" the Saint asked.

Lu Cheng shrugged. "If righteousness has become so distorted, then I have nothing to say."

Even the Saint Seiya characters have turned their backs on their families, so what else can he do?

"If the positions were reversed, would you do it?" the Saint asked.

"No." Lü Cheng shrugged.

"why?"

“That’s my mom.”

"..."

"What about your father?" the Saint asked.

"What do I care whether he lives or dies?" Lu Cheng asked, puzzled.

His peaceful life was disrupted, and two people bear the main responsibility.

One is Wen Tai, who schemes against the world; the other is his brain-dead father who insists on interfering in the Dark Judgment, causing his mother to go insane and forcing the whole family to hide in exile.

What does it matter to him whether Wen Tai lives or dies?

Why rush to die alongside someone else? Wen Tai had so many loyal followers in Parthenon, but none of them died with him.

So he's all that great? He even dared to challenge the Dark Judgment?

“I can help you resolve your current troubles, but this is the last time,” the Saint said.

"The next time I come out, you'd better be prepared for the finale."

"you……"

Before Lü Cheng could say anything, the Saint Seiya conjured two golden energy balls in his hands and struck Lü Cheng in the chest.

Instantly, golden flames burst forth in the dull, dark space, and the soul energy that had been deposited within Lü Cheng's body began to burn intensely.

"You!" Lu Cheng clutched his chest, his expression contorted as he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, righteous magic deals true damage plus critical hits to demons." The Saint Seiya's expression was slightly subtle.

"If you want to rely on me to solve your problems, then you'd better endure this pain."

“I…” Lu Cheng wanted to curse, but he couldn’t open his mouth at all.

He felt like he was about to be burned to death!

"Roar!!!!!"

As the soul burned, the enormous demon head that served as its outer shell also went into a state of riot.

Thick clouds churned and rolled, accompanied by bursts of black flames, as if the entire sky were ablaze.

"What's going on here?"

Han Ji looked at the reappearing sword dragon.

"Is he angry?" Dao Long said calmly.

"You know how many people in this city look down on the Demon God. The Demon God has already felt this insult."

"Next, he's going to issue the punishment."

"Those who are disrespectful will be reduced to ashes under the sacred flame!"

"Roar!!!!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a deep red flame ignited in the mouth of the enormous head in the sky. The flame gradually gathered and looked like an enormous fireball.

Upon seeing this, the ancient capital, which had just been cheering because the problem of the undead had been solved, instantly collapsed.

"What should we do?" Han Ji asked anxiously.

Judging from that terrifying scene, this demon god is at least a legendary emperor-level being. If that fireball had landed, the ancient capital would probably have been wiped out!

"Apologize." Dao Long looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Hurry up and notify the whole city. I've emphasized this countless times: the attitude must be respectful and devout. Do you think I'm joking with you?"