Full-Time Magister: One System, One Forbidden Spell, the Strongest Divine Gift

Chapter 19 The Ancient Demon Sword, the Authority from Gods and Demons!

"As expected of a ferocious creature that has lived for over ten thousand years, even its appearance causes the heavens and earth to change color."

Chen Yuan chuckled softly and slowly raised his eyes, which were gleaming silver in the light of the sword.

Above the sky, in the ravine of sword energy that cleaved through the blood-red clouds, a massive bronze shadow slowly descended.

The true form of the ancient sword demon has not yet been fully revealed; even the section of its sword spine protruding from the crack is more imposing than the tallest magic tower in Bo City.

The bronze chains wrapped around the sword, each as thick as a mountain, were covered with sealing runes that were constantly cracking as the sword awoke.

"Woo——"

The pack of one-eyed demon wolves, which had been bloodthirsty and frenzied just moments before, now collectively let out mournful howls like puppies.

The nearest dozens of demonic wolves suddenly stood on their backs, frantically scratching at their bloodshot eyes with their front paws, as if looking at the sword shadow for even a second would drive them mad and kill them.

Chen Yuan stepped on the corpse of a Bone-Spiked Demon Wolf of the Battle General level, and reached out to press down on the trembling bronze sword hilt. The fact that he could unleash such terrifying power with only the cultivation level of a Battle General was astonishing!
Because if it were just a fraction stronger, the Demon Sword alone could quickly crush Bo City into dust.

You have obtained the Demon Sword.

[Future-state full resonance detected; initiating authority synchronization.]

Chen Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a burning pain came from the dark red sword pattern that suddenly appeared in his palm.

He looked down at the shrunken phantom of the demonic sword spinning in his palm, and an uncontrollable smile crept onto his lips.

This deadly weapon, which even the true form of the Sword Demon had to be wary of, actually recognized its master at this moment!
【Name: World-Slaying Demon Sword (Incomplete Form)】

【Special Feature: Each time it is drawn, it drinks the blood of a king】

"interesting."

Chen Yuan flicked his finger across the sword, and dark red ripples spread out like waves.

When the fingertips struck for the third time, the entire sword suddenly emitted a trembling sound like a dragon's roar!
"boom--!!!"

A tentative horizontal slash, but the crimson sword energy split into hundreds of strands the moment it left the blade.

These sword energies seemed to automatically avoid humans as if they were alive, yet they wove a deadly net among the pack of demon wolves.

The seventeen Blood-Patterned Troll Wolves at the front row, who were about to roar, suddenly froze as if a pause button had been pressed.

"Clap."

A wolf's head slid off its neck, the cut surface smooth as a mirror.

Immediately afterward, before the muffled thuds of the second and third headless wolf corpses kneeling could be heard, more than three hundred servant-level one-eyed demonic wolves behind them had already turned into blood mist in the storm of sword energy.

Chen Yuan looked at the dark red patterns moving along the sword and suddenly chuckled.

He casually twirled his sword, and the remaining crimson sword energy condensed in the air into a long-lasting pattern of spider lilies.

"Good stuff."

He stomped on a wolf's head at his feet and crushed it, and the demonic sword suddenly emitted a thirsty hum.

Chen Yuan turned his head as if sensing something, looking at the dark cloud that had never dissipated at the highest point of Bo City, where a pair of eyes were vaguely staring at him through the rain.

Winged Wolf.

Commander-level creatures.

If it were the old him, he might have temporarily avoided the limelight and let the Sword Demon clash head-on with that beast.

But now.

He stroked the blade, feeling the unparalleled power of gods and demons.

As the crimson sword energy soared into the sky, all the metal objects in the entire city of Bo trembled. Whether it was the longsword of a military mage or the kitchen knife in a civilian's house, they all tilted slightly towards the direction of the demonic sword.

It is like a subject paying homage to his king.

"Please taste this sword strike first."

Chen Yuan's gaze was like lightning. He spun the demonic sword in his palm, its tip pointing towards the direction of the Yinmao Building.

In the shadows where it lurked, the Winged Wolf's crimson pupils suddenly contracted. He showed no intention of moving an inch.

On the dark red blade of the demonic sword, blood-red runes lit up one by one, and with each rune that lit up, Chen Yuan's face paled a little more.

The mid-level mage's magical energy was being frantically drained. If it weren't for the future authority sharing 70% of the consumption, he would have already been sucked dry by now. To be on the safe side, he decided to exchange blows from a distance.

If Winged Wolf survives, he'll be lucky; if he doesn't, he'll go and collect the other's essence.

"laugh!"

Suddenly, a blood-red light burst forth from the blade! The dead demons instantly transformed into the power of the demonic sword, and the gushing blood turned into towering blood flames.

The entire demonic sword, like a ferocious beast awakening, emitted a chilling roar.

Chen Yuan wiped his blood-stained finger along the spine of the sword, and the bloodstain instantly extended into a thousand-meter-long crimson sword light!
This sword strike aimed at Winged Wolf across three city districts!
Just as the Winged Wolf of the Silver Trade Building spread its fleshy wings, the blood-red light cleaved through all the building debris along its path and struck precisely.

The Winged Wolf seemed to sense the danger and tried to escape, but the sword energy was too fast and gave it no chance to react.

Before the sword light even arrived, its terrifying pressure had already pinned it firmly to the Yinmao Building.

"Ow-!!"

Amidst the mournful howl of wolves, half a mountain-sized fleshy wing crashed to the ground.

As the Winged Wolf struggled frantically, Chen Yuan was in no better shape. Nearly ninety percent of his magical energy had been completely drained by the demonic sword. Now that he had done what he needed to do, it was time to return to the safe zone.
Wait for Zhan Kong to remove the Winged Wolf's head, then secretly absorb the Winged Wolf's essence.

And the other side.

"So your name is Bai Yang? I didn't expect you to be a member of the Black Church." Zhou Min stepped on Bai Yang's head, protected by a full set of demonic armor, and held a demon-slaying weapon powerful enough to kill a warrior-level general.

At this moment, Bai Yang completely lost his brilliance.

"you!"

"What do you mean, 'you'? My brother knew you were up to no good. If you had surrendered obediently, I might have let you go. I never expected you to try to kill us all!"
"Since that's the case, then don't blame me."

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Min's eyes. She raised the demon-slaying weapon in her hand and pierced Bai Yang's heart with a single sword strike.

Upon seeing this scene, even Mo Fan and the other students couldn't help but twitch their lips.

He's ruthless and doesn't talk much.
"Let's go back to the safe zone first." Before leaving, Zhou Min didn't forget to throw out a ball of fire, completely burning Bai Yang's corpse to ashes.

Kindness to one's enemies is cruelty to oneself.

These are the words her brother often says to her.

Although it was his first time killing someone, he had killed too many demons during his years of training, so it wasn't as painful as he had imagined. Plus, this person was a member of the Black Church, and there was a bounty for killing him, which made it even better!
And the other side.

Chen Yuan's sword strike severely injured the Winged Wolf, and Zhan Kong pressed his advantage to completely kill the Winged Wolf!

Before the dust had settled on the northern horizon, a figure engulfed in blue flames soared into the sky.

Zhan Kong held the winged wolf's ferocious head in one hand, thick, purplish-black blood still dripping from its broken neck bone, each drop burning into a pungent, poisonous mist in the air.

"See it clearly!"

He hovered at the highest point of Bo City, his blood-stained military boots treading on the broken spire of the clock tower.

The tattered wings of the Winged Wolf now resembled two tattered flags, fluttering wildly in the gale.

"Those who invade the territory of my Bo City—"

Zhan Kong raised the wolf's head high, and the sonic wave, infused with wind magic, swept across the entire city like a tangible ripple.

Upon hearing this sound, the remaining wolves, still putting up a stubborn resistance, collectively let out mournful howls.

"I will strike and shatter the air with my strike!"

The wolf's head shattered in his hand, and the fragments of bone mixed with poisonous blood rained down on the battlefield outside the city.

The surviving military mages suddenly noticed that the once ferocious demon wolves were now trembling and retreating.

(End of this chapter)