Full-Time Magister: The Light-type Disaster Was Actually a Seraph

"By order of the Southern Military Region, we have come to support the Lushan Military Sub-district."

Luo Xiao remained calm and casually handed over the special pass issued by Hua Zhanhong.

"Support from the General Military Region?"

The captain of the military magistrate's team felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly took the pass to check it.

My gaze swept over it quickly, and there was a passport photo of someone who looked far too young printed on the document. The basic information section listed his age and magic type.

However, strangely, the column representing cultivation level was a glaringly blank space.

The only word listed in the magic category was "Light," followed by two glaring black characters: "[Confidential]."

If this pass hadn't been made of special soul imprint material, making it impossible to fake, and if it hadn't been stamped with the bright red seal of the General Military Region, the squad leader would have definitely thought some hothead was playing a prank.

The squad leader looked up and gave Luo Xiao a deep look. After much deliberation, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He turned to his comrades and said in a low voice, "You continue to guard the entrance and strictly prohibit anyone from entering or leaving. I'll take this officer to the military commander."

After saying that, he returned the pass with both hands and said respectfully, "Please follow me. The military commander is at the temporary command post ahead."

Luo Xiao nodded and followed.

As you pass through layers upon layers of tents, the surrounding scenery feels particularly oppressive.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the lingering stench of blood. Everywhere were mud-covered, panicked wounded soldiers and logistics personnel carrying heavy supplies.

Luo Xiao, dressed in a clean and crisp white T-shirt and black shorts, looked out of place walking through the muddy and blood-stained camp, attracting the attention of many passing military mages.

Upon arriving at the heavy curtain of the temporary command post, the squad leader yanked it open and stepped aside to let Luo Xiao go first.

Inside the tent, a middle-aged man with a square face, covered in stubble and with deep-set eyes, was staring intently at the sand table map. He looked up when he heard a noise.

Upon seeing his subordinate bring in a stranger who looked like a high school student, his brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.

"Reporting to Commander-in-Chief, the support from the Southern Military Region has arrived." The squad leader stood at attention, saluted, and reported loudly to his superior.

"Support? Him?"

Li Shaojian stared wide-eyed, his gaze shifting back and forth between his subordinate and Luo Xiao, his face filled with disbelief.

It wasn't that he looked down on people, it was just that Luo Xiao's appearance was completely unrelated to the word "support".

Putting aside the fact that support could not possibly consist of only one person, just look at this person's appearance. He looks so young that he seems to have just taken off his red scarf, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, and perhaps he hasn't even taken the college entrance examination.

Wearing clean black shorts and a white t-shirt that seemed completely out of place in this bloody battlefield, with a nonchalant expression on his face, he looked as if he were there for a picnic rather than in a carnage.

Even if an 18-year-old magical genius grew up drinking the waters of the Heavenly Spring, he'd be at most a high-level mage, right? How could a high-level mage support a defense line of the Lushan Military Sub-district?

Although he was full of questions, Li Shaojian's professional military discipline forced him to suppress his anger. He cleared his hoarse throat and looked at Luo Xiao, saying, "I need to check your identification."

"Here you go." Luo Xiao said expressionlessly, handing over the pass again.

Li Shaojian took it and quickly checked it. The materials were correct, the soul imprint pattern was correct, and even the anti-counterfeiting hidden pattern matched.

But he simply couldn't understand why his cultivation level was blank. What could a light-elemental cultivation level do? Illuminate?

Wait, why is it only showing a light-based spell? And this is a beginner mage?

"Enough with the nonsense, tell me about the situation here." Luo Xiao yawned and asked, "How many monarch-level demons are there? Which ones are the most arrogant and overbearing?"

Li Shaojian frowned. Although he disliked Luo Xiao's carefree attitude, military orders were paramount, and he had no choice but to trust his superiors' judgment.

He grabbed the baton and slammed it down on a steep mountain pass on the sand table, producing a dull thud.

"Currently, there are three confirmed monarch-level demons. The most troublesome is the 'Ghost-Faced Demon Spider,' which is entrenched in the Lushan Grand Canyon. It has already devoured three of our full-strength reconnaissance teams, and no one has survived to this day..."

"The Elemental Celestial Seed is located inside Mount Lu, deep in the seventh canyon. Our people can't get in at all. According to intelligence, there are at least two monarch-level beings lurking there."

Luo Xiao listened for a while, his eyes flickering slightly.

The Lushan Military Sub-district had very limited information. They still believed there were only three monarch-level entities.

Before he even stepped into the camp, his mental energy had already swept across the entire area, detecting at least the aura of a nine-headed monarch-level demon.

There were more than two in the seventh canyon; he sensed at least four, and one of them had a particularly deep aura, unlike an ordinary monarch-level being.

The actual number has probably already exceeded double digits.

"Alright, that's enough."

Luo Xiao waved his hand, interrupting Li Shaojian's report, his tone now carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Have all your soldiers withdraw. From now on, I will take full control of this battlefield."

"Are you taking over all by yourself?"

Li Shaojian frowned, finding Luo Xiao's sudden order absurd. These demons covering the mountains and fields included at least three terrifying beings at the monarch level.

Even a semi-forbidden spellcaster might get wiped out here. How can you take over by yourself? Are you a forbidden spellcaster?!

"Yes, I'm the only one in charge." Luo Xiao's voice suddenly turned cold, his original lazy demeanor vanished, replaced by a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Now, all of you, obey orders immediately and evacuate this area."

"If we withdraw on a large scale, the demons at the front will definitely notice and use that as an excuse to pursue us, resulting in heavy casualties among our soldiers."

Li Shaojian pointed to the defensive line on the sand table: "Here, here, and here—these are all our key strongholds! Once we evacuate completely, the defensive line will collapse instantly!"

The phrase "pressing the attack after a victory" frequently appears in the history of wars between humans and demons.

Just like now, the Lushan Military Sub-district is stationed here and cannot retreat at will, firstly because they have not received orders.

Secondly, if there are no strong men to cover their retreat, once those demons realize their intention to retreat, they will launch a frenzied pursuit like vultures smelling carrion.

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune and trying to kill them while they're down is not just something humans do; demons will only be more ruthless and decisive.

"I'll cover the rear. You just need to retreat. Also, send some soldiers to these two places on Mount Lu. Kill as many as you can." Luo Xiao picked up a wooden stick and pointed to the two locations on the sand table.