Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

The manhole cover jolted violently.

Bang!

The heavy iron cover was forcefully lifted from below and slammed to the ground, shaking off a ring of dust.

Mo Fan stood still, but several strands of dark black electricity were already jumping in his palm.

The next second, a low roar suddenly erupted from underground.

"roar!!"

A dark gray claw suddenly gripped the edge of the well, its tip scraping fiercely across the concrete, leaving several glaring white streaks.

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm? Not the giant-eyed blood rat?"

With a loud bang, the manhole cover was blown off and crashed into the corner of the wall!

Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow suddenly leaped out of the well and lunged to bite at Mo Fan's neck!

It was a wolf-shaped demon.

It was slightly smaller than an adult one-eyed wolf, but its ferocity was in no way inferior. Its fur was mottled, with large patches of flesh turned outwards, dark red and black, as if it had been forcibly grotesquely created by something. In particular, the single eye on its forehead was a sinister scarlet, with almost no white visible.

Mo Fan's gaze darkened.

"How dare an unweaned stray dog ​​come out and harm people?"

Looking at that abnormally violent aura, a cold smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"They even fed them drugs. Those mad dogs from the Black Vatican are really willing to spend money."

With a raised hand, the trajectory was drawn! The lightning-based star trajectory took shape in an instant!

"Lightning Seal - Wrathful Strike"

Boom!!

Dark lightning tore through the night and struck down, slamming hard into the wolf's shoulder and back!

The charred flesh exploded with a burst of electricity, and the mutated one-eyed demon wolf was instantly cleaved in two.

The surrounding area became quiet for a moment.

The air was filled with a mixture of burnt smells, sewage odors, and demon blood, so nauseating it made one want to vomit.

Mo Fan looked down at the wolf carcass at his feet, his eyes darkening.

He was extremely familiar with this kind of thing.

He had seen and killed far too many of these demons since the disaster at the former World Expo City. Those few moves just now, from dodging to the lightning strike, were all subconscious reactions.

That's not a skill you learn in school.

It crawled out of a pile of dead bodies.

Mo Fan squatted down, flipped open the charred flesh on the wolf's shoulder and back, and frowned slightly.

The skin and flesh are swollen, and the blood and qi are excessively floating, but the skeleton is weak, which is obviously abnormal.

"It was definitely forced up by feeding him drugs."

Mo Fan clicked his tongue, his face immediately darkening.

"Only those scumbags from the Black Vatican would do something like releasing a half-crippled dog like a disposable rabid dog to bite people."

He stood up, his gaze returning to the wellhead.

I acted too quickly and didn't have time to look closely, but now that things have calmed down, the marks on the edge of the well are suddenly clear.

Besides the white marks left by wolf claws, there were also many dark red and brownish stains mixed in, soaking in muddy water, their color dirty and sticky.

Mo Fan squatted down, dipped his finger in the water, smelled it, and his expression immediately turned cold.

"It's not just demon blood."

The smell was mixed with a nauseatingly sweet and rotten odor, as if minced internal organs and meat had been deliberately smeared there.

Mo Fan's eyes turned cold.

"Blood food."

It's specifically designed to lure demons.

He took a couple of steps along the wall and soon spotted a clump of white powder that hadn't completely dissipated in the corner.

Mo Fan squatted down, pinched his fingers together, and immediately frowned.

"Demon-attracting powder..."

Upon closer inspection, his expression darkened even further.

"No, this flavor is stronger than regular demon-attracting powder."

"These bastards even mixed in the ingredients to induce murder."

His gaze continued to sweep across the inner wall of the well.

Soon, he saw a very shallow scratch on the inner wall.

It's very new.

It wasn't captured by demons; it must have been left by a human.

Mo Fan stared at the engraving for two seconds, his eyes gradually turning cold.

A demonic wolf sneaking into the city could still be considered an accident.

If blood, food, medicine, and markings are all piled together, then it can't possibly be a coincidence.

"Someone is leading these beasts down below..."

Mo Fan's voice was low, but then a cold, hard smile appeared on his lips.

"It wasn't about leading the way; it was about feeding them blood all the way into the city."

He stared at the dark well opening, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

Using the scent of blood to lure them in, the scent of medicine to guide them, and leaving marks along the way, they gradually fed these underground demons into the city.

In his previous life, he only knew that the Black Vatican had already laid its hands on Bo City, but he never expected that they would have done even this dirty work in the gutter so early.

First feed the rats, then feed the wolves.

The underground drainage network was gradually developed into a mature road.

"Damn, that's really underhanded."

Without further hesitation, Mo Fan jumped into the drain.

The passage below was wider than I had imagined, and the stench of sewage, mold, and rotting flesh assaulted my senses, making me wince. The mud beneath my feet was sticky, the stone walls were slippery and cold, and occasionally I would step on a few pieces of whitish bone.

Mo Fan landed lightly, a flame rising from his fingertips, pressing down on the light and shining forward.

By the light of the fire, all the traces in the passage were immediately revealed.

Claw marks, drag marks, broken bones, and scattered remnants of blood and food on the ground extended deeper into the area.

Even more noticeable are the markings at the corners, intersections, and turns—some are knife marks, some are traces of medicine, and some are simply blurry handprints.

They're all pointing in the same direction.

Mo Fan's expression gradually darkened.

"It really is guiding demons to their way."

He continued forward, his gaze growing colder and colder.

At the fork in the road ahead, the left path smelled even stronger of blood and food, and the claw marks were messy. It was most likely a path specifically for slave-level demons like the Giant-Eyed Bloody Rat.

The right side is different.

The scratch marks on the wall were frighteningly deep, and even the stone wall was cracked, clearly indicating that more than just rats and wolf cubs had passed by.

Mo Fan looked up into the depths, his heart sinking slightly.

If the goal was simply to create chaos in the city, there was no need to go to such lengths.

The Black Vatican went to such great lengths not simply to let demons into the city.

They want to bite open Bocheng from underground first!

The rats led the way, followed by the wolves.

If chaos breaks out in the city, the military mages, the protective barrier, and the support forces will all be tied up. Once those truly powerful beings in the mountains descend, Bo City will have essentially handed its own neck over.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan immediately slowed his pace.

A faint, dim light shone from ahead.

At the same time, there were also voices.

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately extinguished the flame on his fingertips. He then silently crept over along the damp, cold stone wall.

Ahead is an abandoned maintenance platform.

Several figures stood there, dressed in gray robes with their hoods pulled low.

A cold glint flashed in Mo Fan's eyes.

"As expected, it was you bunch of bastards."

He kept his breathing very steady, hidden in the shadows, listening without moving.

"This flavor is bland," a man in gray whispered.

"If it gets bland, just add more; we can't skip it tonight," the person next to me said in a hoarse voice.

"They're keeping a closer eye on things from outside; if we send anything up now, it'll be easy to get caught."

"So what if we've been exposed?" the third man sneered. "Who's watching the sewers now? Things are in complete chaos outside the city and at the mountain pass."

"The rats and wolves are just the beginning; the real challenge is to break through the city's defenses. Once there's any movement at the main spring, the creatures from the mountains will naturally come down."

Main spring!

Mo Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Earthly Sacred Spring!

"Damn...it really is from the Holy Spring of the Earth!"

Another man in gray hesitated, "Didn't we already lure one down a few days ago? If that one isn't enough..."

"If that's not enough, then bring in more."

The hoarse voice showed no hesitation whatsoever.

"There's more than one eyeing this area. With enough blood and a strong sacrificial aroma, a second one will be willing to come down."

"When they're both pressing down on the barrier and charging into the city, who'll have time to investigate this underground network?"

"When a lot of people die in the city, who can tell whether the demons broke in on their own or we delivered the road to their feet?"

Mo Fan leaned against the shadows, his back teeth clenching tighter and tighter, his fingertips hardening.

The second winged wolf...

Not content with just one aspect, they wanted to press down on another, completely sealing off the entire city of Bo!

In an instant, those bloody scenes from his past life suddenly came flooding back.

Collapsed neighborhoods, burning houses, cries and screams everywhere, and those who never made it out.

Mo Fan slowly raised his head, the last bit of probing in his eyes completely gone, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

What the Black Vatican did in Bo City was never just creating chaos.

They're using the whole city as bait!

They used underground drainage networks to teach demons how to navigate, used swarms of rats and wolves to gnaw through the defenses, and then used the scent of sacred springs and blood sacrifices to lure down the truly terrifying creatures from the mountains one by one.

In their eyes, the people of Bo City were nothing more than meat hanging on a hook.

Mo Fan slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white inch by inch.

In the darkness, he did not move immediately.

But the murderous intent in those eyes was almost overflowing.

This time, he finally managed to find the line ahead of time.

And finally figured out which hand should be chopped off first in a disaster.