Full-Time Magister: The Calamity of Fire, the Emperor's Flame Burns the Heavens

Chapter 43: The Eight Deadly Kings Appear – The Only Way to Save the Ancient Capital!

"Whoosh—!!!"

A death knell-like cry echoed from the northern corner of the city. The three figures peered through the drizzling rain and were startled to see a skeletal creature with enormous bony wings skimming the clouds as it approached in the dim light.
Its silhouette drew closer and closer, its skeletal form comparable to the main city tower standing on the north city wall. When its skeletal wings were fully extended, they could cast a large shadow like clouds!

The Skeleton King hovered several kilometers from the city wall, its wings outstretched. It raised the main head of its three heads high, and through the hollowed-out throat of the iron tower, one could see black energy shimmering within its mouth!
The sharp, dark light suddenly transformed into a death shockwave that surged toward the outer wall of the north city wall!

The next moment, the north city wall collided with the black shockwave. That section of the city wall, which stood there like a mountain range, was completely swallowed by the blackness, and tiny fragments, like sand, slowly rose up.

Like particulate gas after evaporation, or rather, the city wall didn't disappear but turned into these terrifying particles, so light they could float in the air and be dispersed by a strong wind!

"Quickly, have all the residents of the outer city retreat to the inner city! Then raise the purple alert level!" Hua Yu said coldly.

He knew that the Skeleton King was just an appetizer; behind it were seven more Kings of the Dead waiting at any moment.

As the purple alert was activated, an eerie purple hue swept across the entire northern district, and all the residents still in the outer city fled to the inner city.

"Shaoxu, you go too!" Hua Yu said to Jiang Shaoxu beside him.

Before Jiang Shaoxu could say anything more, a figure appeared in front of her.

A flash of silver light appeared, and an invisible spatial force transported Jiang Shaoxu into the inner city.

Zhang Long appeared on the north city wall, his gaze fixed on the distant Skeleton Lord, his eyes filled with shock.

His gaze was not on the Lord of the Skeletons, but on the mountain-like figure behind it.

With each step the mountain shadow took forward, it made the entire ancient capital tremble.

"The Corpse of the Mountain Peak!!!"

A supreme monarch-level undead, the Ancient King's most capable henchman, appeared fifty kilometers outside the ancient capital.

However, this is not the end!
Following the appearance of the Corpse Lord and the Mountain Corpse, several more enormous shadows appeared.

The Agate Corpse Lord stood atop the tide of corpses, with countless undead following in its footsteps. The ghostly master, the true Grand Monarch-level Ghost Lord, floated in the air, moving like a phantom.

The White Corpse King and the Red Skull Demon Lord weaved through the black tide of the undead.

The most mysterious Nine Nether Queen was sitting on the broad shoulders of the mountain corpse. Her face, which was so alluring that it was impossible to tell that she was actually a king of the dead!
"Eight rulers have perished!" Lu Huan, who was guarding the inner city, could not believe what he was seeing.

The eight deceased kings who guarded the ancient royal tombs suddenly appeared all at this moment.

Countless undead, eight terrifying monarchs—the ancient capital is now facing a horrific catastrophe!

The person behind all of this is hiding in the inner city of the ancient capital!
"Report! All residents of the northern district have fled to the inner city!" A military mage arrived at the ruined northern city wall on a wind-driven platform to report.

"Hua Yu, we should retreat now. Even if we exhaust all the magic power of all the mages in the ancient capital, we still won't be able to stop the undead's attack!" Lu Xu said to Hua Yu.

"I know!" Hua Yu glanced deeply at the fallen soldiers in all directions, then followed the main force in retreating.

Given the current situation, the ancient capital has no choice but to abandon the outer city, defend the inner city to the death, and preserve its existing manpower.

Every city has a final line of defense, which is the security barrier that allows safe access to the ancient capital. This is the inner city wall with a circumference of nearly fourteen kilometers. At this moment, a layer of golden light has risen from the inner city wall, creating a security barrier!

The trembling of the earth mingled with the earth-shaking cries of the dead, sweeping in like a storm from the outer city walls and into the ancient capital.

—"Da da da—!!!"

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed continuously in the enclosed room.

Salang has returned to her original appearance. The red dress outlines her graceful figure, and an eerie red lipstick is applied to her lips. Her exquisite face is flawless.

But it was this stunningly beautiful woman who led to the catastrophe that ravaged the ancient capital.

"It's a pity we didn't get to see the despair on their faces," Salang said regretfully.

Then, a scroll appeared in her hand. As the scroll slowly unfurled and floated in the air, a magic circle appeared in front of her.

"Goodbye, ancient capital!" Salang smiled and stepped into the formation.

Suddenly, the formation lit up with a dazzling light, enveloping Salang within it, and spatial power surged forth.
As the light faded, Salang's figure disappeared into the formation, the formation's patterns gradually faded, and the scroll that had been floating in the air fell to the ground.

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In the inner city of the ancient capital, all the super-level mages except Lingxi have gathered here.

"Where is Lingxi? Where did Lingxi go?" Han Ji demanded.

The ancient capital is now facing a life-or-death crisis, and a high-level mage has simply disappeared.

The high-level mages present looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.

"No need to ask anymore, Lingxi is the cardinal of the Black Vatican—Sarang!" Hua Yu's voice came.

The mages stationed on the north city wall had all successfully retreated to the inner city wall.

"Everything that happened in the ancient capital today was orchestrated by Salang, and the ancient capital will become her grand ceremony of ascension to godhood!"

Hua Yu looked into the distance at the enormous bodies of the eight fallen monarchs and addressed the crowd.

“This Military Intelligence Bureau member is right, that’s exactly how it is!” A mysterious person, completely covered except for his eyes, suddenly appeared here.

"Who are you?" Han Ji glanced at the man and asked indifferently.

The mysterious man did not answer Han Ji's question; his identity could not be revealed.

"The source of all this is rainwater!"

However, just as the mysterious man was about to continue speaking, Hua Yu completely interrupted him.

"The only way to stop this disaster is to enter the Abyss of Evil!" Hua Yu's gaze swept over everyone.

The mysterious man's eyes revealed shock; he hadn't expected Hua Yu to know these things.

"Sha Yuan, who can go in?" Han Ji asked, frowning.

Hua Yu knew that the only way to get the eight fallen kings to leave was to enter the Abyss of Evil and become the master of the imperial armor within it.

(End of this chapter)