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

Chapter 45 Seize Power and Become the New King!
Even after two thousand years, the armor on the throne remained clean and gleaming, reflecting a cold light.

Through the cold light, Hua Yu could even see that the smooth surface of the armor robe was like a mirror, reflecting his tiny figure!

The emperor's armor, which he sat on the throne, was unworn, yet it seemed to possess its own life. One hand supported the part of the helmet that covered his cheek, and his body was slightly tilted, just like a real emperor.
"You came?"

A strange sound suddenly rang out. Hua Yu looked around, but couldn't see anyone except himself.

But the eerie sound kept echoing in his ears, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what he did.

It seems to come from the depths of one's heart, from the soul.
"You were waiting for me?" Hua Yu looked calmly at the armor.

"Yes and no"

"I am just waiting for someone who can inherit my mantle."

The eerie sound rang out again, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"What should I do?" Hua Yu's eyes were deep, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

Even knowing that the armor could devour a person's soul, he still wanted to inherit everything from it, just like someone obsessed with power.

"Come on, put it on! And you'll get everything you want!"

The eerie voice now sounded excited, agitated, and impatient.
Like a seductive voice, it tempted him, or perhaps it tempted the deepest greed in people's hearts.

Hua Yu slowly walked up, feeling as if someone was urging him on from the depths of his heart.

"hurry up."

"Hurry up"

He knew that it was all the work of that armored robe.

Hua Yu arrived in front of the Blood Throne, his dark eyes fixed on the imperial armor so close to him.

Desire? Fear? Greed? None of them; only that calmness remained constant throughout.

And within the emperor's armor, it seemed as if a pair of longing eyes were staring at him.

Hua Yu knew that this was the evil spirit within the Emperor's Armor.

"What are you doing? Quickly, take your filthy hands off me!" the evil spirit inside the armor howled in agony.

Hua Yu stretched out his hand, and a dazzling ball of imperial flame condensed in his palm.

He placed his hand on the helmet, and saw the imperial flame spreading from the helmet all over the entire imperial armor!
"You're just a loser!"

"A wicked soul fused with the remnant soul of an ancient king within his armor dares to dream of obtaining the ancient king's legacy—it's utterly laughable!"

The flames of the Emperor's Blaze grew ever larger, while the roars of the evil spirits within the Emperor's Armor grew ever fainter.

"The legacy of the ancient king? Sorry, I don't care. What Hades' authority? It's not even worth a hair on my head!"

Under the scorching heat of the imperial flames, the emperor's armor gradually melted away, and the evil spirit within it was also destroyed.

As the emperor's armor completely melted into a pool of molten iron, a key emitting a deep purple light slowly rose up.

This key embodies the life's work of the ancient king, who entrusted all his life's achievements to it.

Only this key can unlock the treasure within the Abyss of Evil, and this key is also the ancient king's authority over the underworld. Although it contains only one-third of the treasure, it is not something an ordinary person can refuse.

Hua Yu integrated the key into the body of the demon fire slave. He didn't know if the demon fire slave could fuse with the power of the key and obtain imperial authority.

If it were truly possible, would the Demon Fire Slave be able to obtain the power of the Evil Saint King?

He knew nothing of all this, but he knew that if he succeeded, he would have half the power to speak in the Dark Dimension.

The demonic fire slaves kept devouring the power within the key. It wasn't that Hua Yu didn't want to obtain it, but rather that he had his own path to follow.

As the deep purple key was gradually absorbed into the Demon Fire Slave's body, the Demon Fire Slave's aura continued to rise.

The ranks of Great Monarch, Supreme Monarch, Sub-Emperor, Lesser Emperor, and finally Middle Emperor ceased to rise.

Hua Yu was surprised that the Demon Fire Slave had perfectly inherited the power of the Ancient King. But thinking about it, it was normal, since the Demon Fire Slave had demonic blood flowing in its veins from the darkness.

"Bring all the fallen kings back with their spirits!" Hua Yu commanded the demon fire slaves.

As long as the Emperor Flame within the Demon Fire Slave remains, the Demon Fire Slave will always be under its control, and even emperors will have to submit to it!
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Beyond the Abyss of Slaughter lies the outer city of the ancient capital.

The colossal corpses of the mountain peaks, the agate corpse king, the ghost king, and the red skull demon lord all had silver light appear beneath their feet and were instantly swept away.

The Lord of the Underworld flapped his bone wings, which covered the sky and sun, and crashed into the clouds until he disappeared from everyone's sight.

In a short period of time, millions of dead souls, including the Eight Directions Kings of Death, vanished.

The scene before them was too surreal, like a nightmare. The mages on the city walls seemed to awaken from a dream, staring blankly at their companions.
"Did we succeed?"

"The undead have actually retreated!"

"Great! We won! The ancient capital has triumphed!"

Once everyone realized what had happened, they all cheered. Although they didn't know why the undead had retreated, at that moment, all they knew was that the ancient capital had survived!

Lu Huan returned to the city wall covered in wounds. A missing arm was visible in his sleeve, which fluttered in the wind.

He gazed solemnly at the distant Abyss of Fiends, which, as always, was shrouded in darkness, a scene resembling a living hell.

Of the several high-level mages who were originally entangled with the Eight Directions King, only three or four have returned.

Yao Ting and Lu Xu, two high-level mages from the military, also perished completely, leaving only Fei Jiao unconscious.

This war caused the ancient capital to suffer far too much loss, and it is estimated that it will not be able to recover to its peak for the next fifty years.

All of this was caused by Salang, but the higher-ups of the ancient capital were helpless. They knew that it was already a stroke of luck that the ancient capital had survived the attacks of the eight doomed emperors!

At this moment, in the Abyss of Evil
As a silver light flashed, the eight fallen kings appeared together beneath the Blood Throne.

On the Blood Throne, Hua Yu was sitting with his legs crossed, his elbows resting on the throne's armrests, his head tilted slightly and resting on his hands.

Hua Yu surveyed the eight fallen kings below like an emperor, while the demon fire slave stood beside the Blood Throne, awaiting Hua Yu's command.

Empress Jiuyou stared at this scene in disbelief. She knew that the creature, which was covered in flames and resembled an elemental being, had inherited the Emperor's Armor because she sensed a familiar aura from the Demon Fire Slave.

That's right, it's the aura of my former king, the ancient king who was the first emperor of all time and the lord of the undead!
But why would his own king bow down to a mere boy?
(End of this chapter)