Full-Time Magister: Super Mage

Chapter 401 Greed knows no bounds: Fang Gu's fate.

Although Fang Gu's aura was unusually sinister, it wasn't as powerful as Jiang Han had imagined. Perhaps he wasn't the true target that the Ancient King wanted to possess, which was why he had become this inhuman and ghostly state.

Zhan Kong instantly unleashed a wind-blown attack, sending Fang Gu flying backward and crashing directly into the Blood Throne. However, the armor provided extremely strong defense, causing no harm to Fang Gu, who had become a corpse puppet. Black blood spilled from the corner of Fang Gu's mouth, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

"After Fang Gu's body was transformed into a corpse, it only had the strength of a servant, while the strength of an emperor refers to the remnant soul of the ancient king." Jiang Han then understood what the emperor level meant on the system panel.

Fang Gu, a servant-level enemy, was completely powerless against Zhan Kong. If it weren't for his armor robe protecting him from most of the damage, he would have been reduced to ashes in the Heavenly Flame Funeral.

The idea of ​​inheriting everything from the ancient king and controlling a vast undead empire is nothing but a trap left behind by the ancient king.

After Fang Gu became a slave-level corpse puppet, his soul became nourishment for the remnant soul of the Ancient King to awaken. As for why he needed a large amount of blood, it was because he wanted to completely resurrect and become the true ruler of the Underworld!

"Nen Control: Hollow Claw!!"

Jiang Han raised his hand and grasped at the air towards Fang Gu, who had risen again. Silvery starlight shone from his body, and the power of space continuously squeezed Fang Gu's rotting flesh. With a loud 'bang,' Fang Gu was reduced to countless pieces of flesh and exploded.

"Spatial magic, you've been hiding it well, kid." Zhan Kong turned to look at Jiang Han and said.

"My awakening was purely due to good luck," Jiang Han said with a laugh.

Zhan Kong looked at the shredded flesh and black blood on the ground with some confusion. "Didn't you say he was possessed by the Ancient King? Why is his strength only at the servant level?"

"Because the ancient king thought he was too trash, he did not give him any power."

"Am I right, Your Majesty?"

Jiang Han looked at the armor robe floating above the shredded flesh of Fang Gu. The armor robe did not answer Jiang Han, but floated back to the Blood Throne like a ghost. Although there was nothing inside the armor robe, it looked bulging from the outside, as if it were being supported by a living person.

"You're quite good, newcomer, but that's all." A hoarse voice came from within the armor.

Beneath the armor, a pair of scarlet eyes stared intently at Jiang Han and his companion, as if they could see through their bodies to the depths of their souls; nothing in their hearts could be hidden from him.

"I know why you're here, but you're still too naive to stop my resurrection."

A hoarse voice rang out again from within the armor, followed by a sudden violent shaking of the entire altar. The black space twisted, sometimes spiraling, sometimes bending, and sometimes showing inexplicable faults.

A chilling spatial fluctuation suddenly emanated from above their heads. Jiang Han looked up and saw a large, black cloud of mad corpses appear, with grotesque heads flying like the wind and emitting sharp, ghostly howls!

"The altar is now operational, and there's this fluctuation of spatial power. Could it be that Sha Yuan is about to initiate another spatial drift?"

Jiang Han sensed the intense spatial fluctuations on the altar and exclaimed as if he had just realized something.

Judging by the time, it's almost dawn outside, which is exactly the time for Sha Yuan to perform another spatial drift.

The Old King needs a large amount of blood to fully recover, and the ideal place for him is the inner city. The blood formed by the simultaneous death of millions of people will become the nourishment for the Old King's complete awakening.

If the ancient king were to be resurrected in this way, the entire undead empire would gain millions more undead, and a terrifying undead emperor would also be created!

At that time, it will evolve into a calamity for the entire Chinese nation, with the death toll likely reaching tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. This may be the Black Vatican's true plan, and guiding the undead to attack the ancient capital is just an important part of the plan.

To allow an ancient king to awaken and wreak havoc on the land of China—that's truly vicious!

"No, we absolutely cannot let the altar continue operating." Zhan Kong's body blazed with flames once more; he wanted to destroy the altar to stop Sha Yuan from spatial drifting.

Meteors burning with black hellfire appeared out of thin air and crashed down on the altar. But the ancient king sitting on the Blood Throne would not let him have his way. With a flick of his left arm guard, a barrier made of death energy appeared and blocked all the falling meteors.

Upon seeing this, Zhan Kong fell silent. Although he knew that the Ancient King, as an ancestor, would be very strong, this ultimate move couldn't even break through the opponent's casually constructed defense, which was simply despairing!

Just then, Zhan Kong saw the rotting flesh on the ground, and Fang Gu's words echoed in his mind: if he put on that armor, could he lead the army of the undead?

Even if he were to die after repelling the undead army, he was willing to give it a try.

After figuring out the feasibility of the plan, Zhan Kong used his Wind Track technique to rush towards the armor on the Blood Throne. However, before he could reach the armor, a special force pulled him back. It was Jiang Han Nian who controlled the Void Claw to pull him back.

"What are you doing?!" Zhan Kong shouted angrily.

Doesn't this kid know that the operation of the altar is related to the lives of millions of people?

"I just don't want you to go and die."

"I have a way to stop it, leave the rest to me."

As Jiang Han spoke, a moon-white starlight shone from his body, and a spatial vortex appeared above the altar. Long Er's enormous skull head emerged from it. Long Er, who had just reached the Lesser Monarch realm, was naturally no match for the Ancient King. In addition to Long Er, Xue Ling was also summoned by Jiang Han from the system space.

"You're not planning to use them to stop the Ancient King, are you?" Zhan Kong said, frowning.

The combined combat power of Long Er, who has reached the level of a minor monarch, and Xue Ling, who is at the peak of the Grand Commander level, is quite impressive, but the one on the Blood Throne is the strongest magic emperor in thousands of years.

A frenzied aura emanated from Jiang Han, and the blood-black galaxy in Jiang Han's mental world suddenly lit up with a dazzling light. Other galaxies appeared, including a sky-blue galaxy representing ice, a crimson nebula representing fire, a purple galaxy representing lightning, a silver-white nebula representing space, a moon-white nebula representing summoning, and a gray-white nebula representing the undead.

The six magical nebulae and star rivers echoed each other with the blood-ink star river, and Jiang Han's appearance in the outside world also underwent a huge change.

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