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

The rain started in the latter half of the night.

At first, it was just a few scattered drops, tapping intermittently on the windowsill. Before long, the rain suddenly intensified, turning the entire street gray and the streetlights into blurry, indistinct beams.

Almost at the same time, Bo Cheng was awakened.

The next moment, the alarm pierced the rainy night.

The sound was much sharper and longer than during usual drills, causing all the windows in the building to tremble. The previously dark buildings lit up almost simultaneously, as if the entire city had been abruptly awakened by the sound.

Mo Fan was already standing by the window.

He stared at the rain outside, his face gradually darkening.

"Damn it, they've come after all."

He knew that aura all too well.

Ordinary people would only see it as a sudden downpour, but to the demons in the mountains, this rain was the best stimulant.

The alarm sounded, waking countless people from their sleep. Some knocked on doors, some shouted in the hallways, and most heard hurried, chaotic footsteps.

"Hurry up, stop dawdling, follow the plan!"

"Take the elderly and children downstairs first!"

"Don't block the hallways! Follow the signs and don't wander off!"

Mo Fan paused for a moment as he listened to these sounds.

Things are different now!

It's really different now!

In my past life, at this time, the entire city of Bo was in chaos, filled with cries and screams. Everyone wanted to run, but no one knew where to run. But this time, at least the people in the building had been notified in advance and knew what to do when the alarm sounded.

Without further delay, he grabbed his coat and headed downstairs.

It happened faster than Mo Fan had expected at the street corner.

The main road had been taken over by military mages, temporary cordons had been set up, and searchlights pierced through the rain, illuminating the entire long street in a white light. The military mages ran back and forth in the rain, checking lists, maintaining formation, and shouting messages along the street, escorting groups of residents to the safety perimeter.

The Hunter's Alliance also temporarily acted as patrol teams, focusing on alleyways prone to incidents and gaps in the main routes. The Inquisition, on the other hand, acted even more ruthlessly, their black and white uniforms flashing by in the rainy night. They checked every household, leaving no one out, not even the sick or those with mobility issues. The Magic Association, meanwhile, filled any gaps in manpower wherever needed.

Mo Fan stood by the roadside for a few seconds, and his tense jaw finally relaxed a little.

At least in this life, Bo Cheng is not just standing there waiting to die.

Mo Fan hurried toward the school, and the further he walked, the more he could feel the difference between this life and his previous life.

Along the way, some people were still pale-faced, and some children were crying from fright, but the evacuation line remained intact. Almost every so often, someone would guide the way, shout instructions, and maintain formation, continuously leading people towards the barrier.

"Hurry up and follow, don't look back!"

"Hold the child tight, don't let go!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water on the street was almost ankle-deep, but Mo Fan walked even faster.

The sports field of Tianlan Magic High School was brightly lit, and rainwater streamed down the stands, leaving a layer of cold, white shimmering on the ground. But the school wasn't in chaos; instead, it resembled a machine pushed to its limits, with everyone holding their own position.

Principal Zhu stood in front of the temporary command post, not even wearing a raincoat, only having someone hold an umbrella for him. He wasn't particularly tall, but the moment he spoke, everyone around him would instinctively obey his orders.

"Teachers of grades 10 and 11 are assisting with the diversion of students in the eastern block."

The medical team is responsible for treating the wounded.

"Don't block people at one entrance! Open both the south and west gates at the same time, quick!"

The orders were issued one by one, without a single wasted word.

Xue Musheng's voice was almost hoarse from shouting, but he was still running back and forth: "Don't stop! Stay close to the front! Elderly people go first! Don't push, everyone don't push!"

Zhang Xiaohou was so busy he barely had time to breathe, pushing the windmill to its limit as he dashed between crowds and school buildings. He almost slipped and fell in the puddles, but got up and kept running, shouting, "I've scanned this building! Three more households to go! Teacher Xue, the west stairwell is passable, I'll go call the people upstairs down!"

Mo Fan glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This kid is still the same reckless person he always was.

Mu Bai was also there.

His usual aloofness, as if he didn't care about anyone, was still there, but he didn't have time to maintain that facade now. He and a few henchmen stood guard at the edge of the line, specifically to stop those who panicked, cut in line, couldn't find their families, or insisted on running back.

Someone, their eyes bloodshot with impatience, yelled at the front, "My son hasn't come out yet! Let me through!"

Mu Bai immediately stepped in front of him.

"What can you do if you go back now?"

The man tried to rush forward, but his face darkened, and he forcefully blocked him.

"Stuck here because of you? The rest of the line isn't moving?"

The man was momentarily speechless, and before he could speak, Mu Bai turned to a student beside him and said, "Go check the list, double-check the number of people in his building, and bring him here immediately once you find him."

His mouth is still that annoying mouth, but he hasn't missed a single task.

Mo Fan stood in front of the teaching building, watching this scene unfold, and the tension that had been building in his chest finally eased a little.

Just then, a student from the practical training course rushed through the puddles and ran quickly towards Principal Zhu's face. Rainwater streamed down his hat brim, and it was clear that his complexion was not good.

"The western front's mages report that the demon tide is larger than expected!"

Principal Zhu immediately turned around: "What! How much more than that?"

"At least three times!"

The area around immediately quieted down.

"And there's more behind them, still pressing in this direction!"

Many teachers and students who were still maintaining order subconsciously looked up towards the outside of the city, but the rain was too heavy and they could not see anything clearly. They could only vaguely see a magical light occasionally shining in the far distance, which was then swallowed up by the night and the rain.

Mo Fan clenched his molars little by little.

The second piece of news came almost immediately afterward.

"The south of the city is under continuous attack! Bone-Spiked Wolves and One-Eyed Demon Wolves have been spotted repeatedly probing the area, putting immense pressure on the outer patrol teams! Staff Officer Xu has ordered us to evacuate the residents immediately."

An uncontrollable commotion immediately arose in the crowd.

"Wolves? Didn't the military mages manage to defend against them?"

"They haven't even broken in yet, have they?"

"Quiet!" Xue Musheng immediately shouted, forcefully suppressing the commotion.

The third piece of news came even faster.

A hunter mage covered in mud was helped into the school. Before he could even stand up straight, his first words made everyone around him change their expressions.

"I see the Winged Wolf!"

The surroundings suddenly turned cold.

Principal Zhu's voice turned serious: "Where?"

"The rear line of the North Mountain... it didn't charge straight ahead, it stayed behind." The hunter mage was panting heavily, his voice hoarse. "It's manipulating the wolf pack! The front is all servant-level units piled up, with warrior-level units sandwiched in between. It's forcing the main force of military mages to deplete their mana first!"

Mo Fan's gaze immediately darkened, as if he was thinking about something.

A demon at the commander level is not scary; what is scary is that it waits.

A student nearby couldn't help but whisper, "Then... will the commander-level demons just march into the city?"

No one answered, and the previously restless crowd was brought to a standstill.

Meanwhile, at the northern front.

The torrential rain had turned the hillside into a muddy mess, and the scorch marks left by fire magic were steaming as the rain washed over them. The makeshift defensive line had already retreated a bit, but the wolf pack continued to advance wave after wave, their growls mixed with the wind and rain, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhan Kong stood at the highest point of the defensive line, motionless, staring only at the dark forest in front of him.

He witnessed his soldiers being dragged away.

One second, several military mages were still using rock barriers to block the gap, and the next second, a one-eyed demon wolf pounced out from the side mud slope, biting one of the men's shoulders and dragging him directly into the mud. The fire grenades from the back row immediately hurled them, the flames exploding and forcing back two servant-level beasts, but the beast that had actually bitten the man had already dragged its prey back into the darkness.

The scream only lasted halfway before it stopped.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly as he cut through the air, and rainwater trickled down his knuckles.

The next moment, the fire constellation lit up beneath his feet, so hot that even the falling rain was vaporized. The moment that aura appeared, the expressions of the surrounding military mages changed.

"Boss!"

The staff officer next to him practically lunged forward to stop him.

"We can't use high-level magic yet!"

Zhan Kong didn't even turn his head, his voice low and menacing: "Get out of my way."

"The Winged Wolf is watching from behind!" The staff officer gritted his teeth, his face pale. "What it wants is for you to reveal your trump cards first! If you clear out these weaklings now, what will you use to pressure it later!"

Another military mage rushed forward, urgently saying, "The front lines can hold out for a while longer, but you need to keep an eye on that commander with your magic! Otherwise, if he really makes a move, no one can stop him!"

The fire in Zhan Kong's eyes was almost burning out.

Another small section of the defensive line was breached, but the wolves didn't pounce on them directly. Instead, they deliberately pulled and repeatedly attacked, like a dull knife cutting flesh, grinding people down until they went crazy.

This kind of play is the most disgusting.

It's also the most frustrating.

After a few seconds, Zhan Kong managed to suppress the fire, and the flames churning in his palm gradually dissipated.

He stared at the mountains and forests ahead, his voice cold and hard.

"The reserves should be moved up."

"No one in the mid-level rotation is allowed to deplete my magic energy."

"besides..."

Zhan Kong paused for a moment, the killing intent in his eyes almost impossible to suppress.

"Keep a close eye on that beast. If it dares to take another step forward, I'll burn it to a crisp with my own hands."

"yes!"

The order was quickly passed down, and the defensive line tightened back towards the center, barely managing to withstand another wave of attack.

But no one was truly relieved.

Because everyone knows that the real substance hasn't been released yet.

The evacuation continues in Bo City.

From late at night until dawn, most residents had been organized and escorted into the safe zone.

But the more this happened, the more everyone could clearly feel the increasingly oppressive tension.

The next second, a new danger suddenly came from the old town.

"There are still leaks in the underground area!"

"A section of the third alley collapsed, and demons crawled out from underneath!"

When the news reached the school, Mo Fan was about to head west with an assistance team when he stopped abruptly.

It seems the hole wasn't completely blocked.

Although Tang Yue had reported the problems in the underground area in advance, and the military and the court had sealed off many entrances beforehand, the underground area was like a tangled web of rat burrows, and no one could guarantee that it would be completely sealed off. As long as there were still secret passages that hadn't been discovered, and as soon as the foundation collapsed, those things below would immediately rise up along the cracks.

If demons were to emerge from the city, the trouble would be even greater than the wolf horde outside the city.

The area around the school is relatively stable for now, but intermittent screams and shouts from mages can be heard coming from the old town. It's not that the entire area is out of control, but rather that a gap has suddenly been torn open somewhere, and people are desperately trying to plug it back in.

Just as Mo Fan was about to move, Zhang Xiaohou suddenly appeared from the side, soaking wet as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Brother Fan, something happened in the old town?"

"Um."

"I'll go with you!"

Mo Fan glanced at him and refused without even thinking.

"Go to hell."

Zhang Xiaohou was taken aback.

"That's not a place you can just rush around in. There are still so many people to deliver supplies to. You're fast, so helping with the evacuation is what you should be doing right now. Don't run around, you hear me?"

Zhang Xiaohou opened his mouth, but finally gritted his teeth and nodded: "...Okay, then be careful."

Mo Fan didn't look back and walked away.

He was afraid that if he looked at this kid any longer, he would be reminded of his past life and the ancient capital.

Mo Fan had only taken a few steps when the alleyway ahead suddenly darkened. The next second, a shadow silently approached along the wall, moving so fast it was almost invisible, and a hand gripped his shoulder.

Mo Fan instinctively unleashed lightning from his palm, about to deliver a lightning strike to his opponent, when a familiar aura appeared in his mind, and he forcefully withdrew the lightning from his palm.

"Teacher Tang Yue!?"

Tang Yue's face was terribly pale, and rain dripped down her hair. Her usual fiery and alluring charm was almost completely gone.

"Don't ask, just come with me."