Full-Time Magister: What kind of demonic tree is this? It's clearly a sacred tree!

Chapter 73 The Ghostly Tyrant

The appearance of blood was accompanied by the powerful sound of a bell, which resonated throughout the outer city walls, invigorating everyone who heard it!

"Is this the Crimson Alert? Why does it look different from the one in Bo City?" Zhang Chen said, looking at the blood-red light. The sound of the bell echoed in his ears for a long time, seemingly possessing a special magic that could inexplicably make people vigilant.

"I don't know—wait, it's a gathering signal, a signal for all the idle mages to gather at the North City Tower." Mu Bai looked up and saw several milky white lights flashing in the sky.

Zhang Chen also saw the milky white light shining in the sky like fireworks. He had never stayed in this ancient capital, so he naturally did not know what the signal represented.

"Four signals in a row indicate an emergency requiring mage support." Mu Bai looked at the long northern city wall and said, "Is the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association and the others there?" Zhang Chen asked. Mu Bai nodded. "Then let's hurry over!" Mo Fan said urgently. This kind of signal is a broad call for help, and usually mages volunteer to go. But if four signals are sent in a row, generally any mage belonging to an academy, magic association, hunter alliance, or major family must go. Anyone found deliberately shirking or leaving will be directly expelled from the faction and organization.

As Zhang Chen and his group walked along, they discovered that the residents of the outer city had formed a large flow of people and were moving in an orderly manner towards the inner city's security barrier.

The main north gate tower is located at the north outer city gate. The tower is much larger than the corner towers. It is like a magnificent and imposing Jiange fortress standing on the city wall!

The rallying signal was sent from here. When Zhang Chen and the others arrived, the city gate corridor was already crowded with people, but judging from the mage badges they wore on their chests, most of them were still beginner mages.

There are very few idle mid-level mages; most of them have duties to perform.

"Mages of intermediate and higher ranks, please come up to the city wall. All other mages, please remain where you are and await further instructions."

A loud voice rang out, echoing in everyone's ears.

So, mid-level and above mages began to climb the city wall in a few scattered steps, gathering in a hall on the wall. This hall was open at both ends, so they could see at a glance the dark land outside the city and the huge ghost in front of it.

"Is this all there is?" a somewhat gruff voice asked.

At the top of the stairs leading to the higher pavilion, a bearded man descended with an air of distinction, followed by a palace guard and a commander.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

The mid-level mages who frequented this place immediately offered their respectful greetings.

Zhang Chen glanced at him and exclaimed, "Isn't this Zhu Meng? What a coincidence! We were just looking for you!"

Zhu Meng had obviously spotted Zhang Chen and Mo Fan as well. Seeing Mo Fan about to say something, he asked in surprise, "What are you two doing here?"

What's going on? Did we just happen to run into each other? Is there an undercover agent in the upper echelons?!

Mo Fan frowned slightly, a question arising in his mind.

Zhang Chen chuckled and replied, "I was just bored and came to wander around the ancient capital. Who knew I'd run into something like this?"

Mu Bai looked at the two of them in surprise. How did they know Councilor Zhu Meng? Didn't they just say they wanted to report the situation at the manor? Could it be that they were reporting it to him?

Looking around, Zhang Chen noticed that there seemed to be no particularly powerful people. A ripple of emotion emanated from Zhang Chen and entered Zhu Meng's body.

The gist of it is: "There are many members of the Black Vatican in Muhe's manor in Bocheng, and Muhe himself is one of them, and very powerful. He might be the Grand Deacon of Hujin!"

Zhu Meng nodded subtly, then turned to the crowd and said, "I'm glad you could all be here, but I have some bad news to tell you."

As he said this, he walked towards the edge of the hall in his tall black boots and stood on the railing carved with dragons and phoenixes.

He paused, leaving everyone with a deeply melancholy silhouette.

"A Fiend Abyss has appeared just 30 kilometers to the north! And that Ghostly Tyrant wants to use the Fiend Abyss to attack the ancient capital!" Councilor Zhu Meng pointed at the powerful Ghostly Tyrant in the distance and finally uttered the next words.

When he mentioned the name "Sha Yuan," the council member of the Zhu Meng Federation sighed slightly, as if even he himself was unwilling to mention the word.

"Sha Yuan?! The deceased emperor!"

"How could something like this appear so close to the city? There must be some mistake!" a hunter mage exclaimed.

"My God, only thirty kilometers away! Are we really going to face a scourge of the dead?! And led by a king of the dead?!"

A middle-aged monk exclaimed.

Everyone's expression changed. The little monkey had told Zhang Chen and Mo Fan about the Abyss of Fiends, and he had even fallen into it, so his description was even more detailed! Not to mention there was also a deceased ruler!

At the top of the stairs, a mage dressed in a black cloak slowly walked over, his gaze fixed on Zhang Chen and Mo Fan.

He said, "You two must be Zhang Chen and Mo Fan, right?"

Mo Fan noticed the person looking at him and felt a little puzzled: "Yes, who are you?"

"Chief Instructor of the Divine Capital Guards—Feijiao, Little Monkey is my student. Thank you for bringing him back." Feijiao said with a smile in his eyes. Mo Fan and Zhang Chen returned his smiles politely. Zhang Chen turned to Zhu Meng, whose expression was solemn, and asked, "How are we going to fight?"

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"I expect everyone here to remain on the city wall tonight. If those high-level undead show any sign of approaching, we must all eliminate them!" Councilor Zhu Meng declared loudly. Zhu Meng turned to Zhang Chen and said, "I need your assistance in slaying the Ghost Tyrant. Of course, we high-level mages will deal with the Ghost Tyrant; your task is to protect us from the mental attacks inflicted by the White Yin Ghosts commanded by the Ghost Minister."

Mo Fan immediately and silently stepped back. Zhang Chen pointed at himself in shock and said, "Me?! There aren't any other mental mage in this vast ancient world?"

"It all happened so suddenly. There aren't any powerful spiritual masters in the ancient world; you're the only one who's barely passable!" Zhu Meng looked at Zhang Chen with an unwavering gaze. "What do you mean 'barely passable'? By the way! How am I supposed to get back then?" Zhang Chen asked. "You'll have to fight your way back yourself!" Zhu Meng said with a smile. "Can I refuse?"

"Since you refuse, I have no choice but to call Pearl Academy and expel you!"

"Alright then, but I have one condition: I want to bring Mo Fan along!"

Zhu Meng naturally nodded in agreement without any objection. Zhang Chen turned to look for Mo Fan's figure and just saw Mo Fan about to disappear into the crowd.

Zhang Chen immediately ran over, put his arm around Mo Fan's neck, and laughed, "Zhu Meng just said you wanted to come with me, where do you think you're going!"

"Damn it! You had to drag me into this—" Mo Fan cursed as Zhang Chen pulled him back.