Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death.

Chapter 45 Trapped! Mental Illusion

The Jing River is the largest tributary of the Yellow River.

Compared to other rivers teeming with demons, the Jing River appears much quieter, so quiet it's almost lifeless.

Dark clouds hung low in the sky, and the continuous drizzle chilled to the bone. Although it was the height of September and the weather was hot, it was unusually cold and damp here.

The river was still, and the raindrops hitting it were like white sugar being sprinkled on thick porridge, swirling on the surface before slowly sinking into the unseen abyss.

There is no Dragon King in the Jing River who has violated the heavenly rules and been executed, no Yuan Shoucheng who can divine the future, and no Wei Zheng who slays the dragon in a dream. There are only ghost soldiers.

The ancient city wall sits on an open area three kilometers away from the river, with the recruit camp behind it.

"Starting today, you will be living in this dormitory."

"That's what the company clerk in charge of liaising with Xu Fang said."

Like the No. 2 Middle School of Gudu, which was incorporated into the Lintong Military Region, the Gaoling Military Region also had students undergoing military training. Xu Fang could easily squeeze out a bed in any row.

"Do a good job. Ghost soldiers are more dangerous than ordinary undead, but the rewards are correspondingly more generous. Whether you can get them or not depends entirely on yourself."

Because Xu Fang arrived in a military vehicle, the clerk subconsciously assumed he was some kind of privileged son of a wealthy family and couldn't help but give him an extra word of advice.

"Thank you, comrade."

After seeing off the documents, Xu Fang quickly made his bed.

He didn't take the expensive bedding that Sun Ruizhi had given him, which was said to be worth tens of thousands of yuan. He figured he wouldn't stay here for long. If he left after two nights, wouldn't all his efforts have been in vain?

"Hey new here, which school are you from?" A head popped down from the top bunk.

"Ancient Capital No. 2 Middle School"

"Weren't you from Ancient Capital No. 2 Middle School assigned to kill terracotta warriors? How come you... Oh, I get it, you must have done something wrong and got kicked out, right?"

Thinking his joke was funny, the man chuckled like a duck for a while, only to find that Xu Fang didn't react at all.

The laughter stopped somewhat awkwardly, and the man was about to say something to make amends.

"Ha!" Xu Fang laughed.

The person was annoyed by the laughter and felt that in the other person's eyes, they had become an unreasonable and spoiled child who was not worth arguing with.

"What are you laughing at?" The person suddenly sat up. "Let me tell you, I'm the vice class monitor of this class, a beginner level two..."

Clang!

The dormitory door was pushed open, and the veteran squad leader stood at the door. The deputy squad leader's words caught in his throat the next second, and his face turned red from holding it in.

······

Rumble!

Thick clouds churned and collided, producing muffled thunderclaps.

On the city wall, two three-meter-high "streetlights" are placed every hundred steps, emitting a crimson light that makes the rain disappear when it comes into contact with the light.

"There are light-type and fire-type magic arrays. With such high power, the patterns must be very complex." Xu Fang glanced at them and thought from the perspective of a blacksmith.

The conclusion was that they couldn't make it themselves.

However, if we could disassemble it and examine the core magic array inside, that would be excellent.

Whoosh!

A flash of light streaked across the sky, and the city alarm sounded.

A cold wind blew, even more violently than before, and large raindrops pounded heavily on the ground, the damp and cold air seeping into your bones.

Whoosh!

Along the thick Jinghe River, pale hands clung to the bank, and one "person" after another climbed up.

Their eyes were vacant, their faces pale and weary, like wax figures completely soaked by the rain, yet they were dressed in full sets of ancient military uniforms.

"Enemy attack—!"

On the city wall, streaks of starlight flashed across the sky, and a torrent of fierce magical attacks surged towards the Yin soldiers.

Xu Fang stood discreetly in the corner, and like everyone else, used his radiance to destroy a Yin soldier, then summoned the Cloud-Slaying Sword.

Magic Infusion!

However, the magical energy was not channeled into the Cloud-Slaying Sword, but into the sleeve gun hidden on the left forearm.

Hengxing leaped into his hand, the small, black gun disappearing into Xu Fang's grasp.

In the spiritual world, golden stars and crimson rings lit up simultaneously, and scorching heat surged into the star, making the gun barrel even hotter.

Xu Fangping raised his hands and aimed them at a well-armored Yin soldier who was clearly of general rank.

"Whoosh!!!"

With a whooshing sound, the ghostly generals fell to the ground, the wounds from which the bullets spread outwards like a spider web, bursting forth with golden light from the inside out.

A single, decisive blow.

Not far away, some people noticed this amazing scene and subconsciously turned their heads, their eyes immediately drawn to the greatsword in Xu Fang's hand.

"Tch, so he's a tool enthusiast."

He made a sarcastic remark, offering a casual greeting to the wealthy person's family, but didn't really take it to heart.

Xu Fang smiled with satisfaction. The power of the "Sunfire Light Bullet" was no less than that of the "Sunfire Light Slash." Most importantly, its concealment was excellent.

If this is used to disregard martial ethics in the future, wouldn't it be a sure thing?

Even the golden stars sensed Xu Fang's high spirits, spinning even more vigorously, their abundant magical energy transforming into star trails before striking the Yin soldiers heavily.

One, two... fragments of souls appeared one by one, but none of them were the essence that Xu Fang wanted.

Waaaaaahh ...

On the battlefield, bugles sounded. Unlike the ancient and solemn terracotta warriors, the bugles of the ghost soldiers sounded like the sobs of the dead, hoarse yet sharp.

A large flag was raised, dancing in the gusts of cold wind, raindrops were pattered on the flag, turning into a black curtain of water that filled the sky.

Someone shouted sternly, "It's a mental attack! Psychic mages, step forward! Everyone else, step back!"

Xu Fang couldn't figure out the Yin soldiers' tactics, and he didn't want to fight any longer, so he turned around and left without saying a word.

The next second, he froze on the spot.

—Because he saw "himself," and from an aerial perspective.

The city walls, the military mages, the ghost soldiers... everything that had been seen before had vanished.

"Damn it, we've been tricked."

Xu Fang cursed inwardly. Needless to say, it was probably because he had killed the Yin Soldier General that he was being targeted.

I pinched his thigh, but felt no pain. I tried to summon Xingzi from my mental world, but these rebellious kids were happily playing around and didn't notice their father calling for them.

Fine, let's meet force with force, and see what this supposedly miraculous "mental attack" is all about.

In the high school sky, Xu Fang looked down at "himself".

Unlike the person he knew outside, this "Xu Fang" in front of him was completely different except for having the same face.

In the spacious training ground.

The gate was fenced off, and countless newly recruited soldiers swarmed in, holding number tags and gathering at the military secretariat. The long, melodious calls of names echoed throughout the drill ground.

Xu Fang, dressed in rough armor, stood among the generals, looking up at the great general on the high platform.

The general, full of vigor and high spirits, brandished his longsword and declared, "In this battle, all soldiers should fight bravely to defeat the enemy, uphold our military might, and not bring shame upon our hometowns! Drink this wine to your hearts' content, and let us set off!"

"Here you go!"

Everyone, including Xu Fang, tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their bowls, then knelt down to kowtow to their parents and fellow villagers in farewell, before turning back without looking back and setting off on their journey.

The clanging of metal and the powerful aura of strength intertwined, making them appear to be an invincible army to anyone who looked at them.

The soldiers brought over a fine horse, and Xu Fang mounted it.

Soldiers beside the commander's tent sounded a long, melodious horn, and countless footsteps came and went, stirring up yellow dust on the drill ground.

Grayish-yellow dust accompanied the intermittent neighing of horses and the clanging of metal. An invisible, oppressive atmosphere gradually filled the air.

"The army is marching!"

(End of this chapter)