Chapter 1103
The Dead Monarch
Soon only Fu Ye and the other two remained in the attic.
Liu Ru asked softly, "Sir, shall we go and take a look?"
Fu Ye picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and spoke calmly.
"That big guy is still somewhat useful for now, let Zhu Meng and the others go and have some fun with it."
Fu Ye put down his teacup and looked out the attic window toward the northern horizon.
There, an overwhelming, nauseating aura of the dead was rapidly approaching, and dark clouds rolled in like a tide, turning the sky a deathly inky black.
Liu Ru and Liu Xian exchanged a glance, both seeing the understanding in each other's eyes.
With Fu Ye's strength, dealing with the Undead Monarch would be a piece of cake.
On the north city wall, the defensive magic array was fully activated, and a pale golden light curtain enveloped the entire city wall, like a giant shield.
More than two hundred monks took their positions, ready for battle.
Zhu Meng and Du Xiao stood at the very front of the city wall, their eyes fixed on the north.
"They're here!" Du Xiao suddenly shouted.
Following his gaze, everyone saw a black torrent appear on the distant horizon, with countless undead swarming in like ants, covering the sky and blotting out the sun.
At the forefront were a dozen bone generals, each several meters tall. Their bones were as clear as white jade, yet they exuded a chilling aura. They held huge bone swords in their hands, and every step they took made the earth tremble slightly.
Behind the Bone General were dozens of Corpse Generals, their bodies rotting and emitting a foul stench. They were covered in heavy corpse armor, brandishing rusty weapons, and their eyes gleamed with an eerie green light.
On either side of the corpse general were a group of elusive ghost generals. Their figures were ethereal, and they moved through the army of the dead like black smoke. The ghostly claws in their hands gleamed with a cold light and exuded a chilling aura.
In the center of the undead army, a tall figure stood out.
It was a monarch dressed in a black royal robe, with a tall and straight figure. His face was shrouded in shadow, and only a pair of eyes that emitted a scarlet light could be seen. He was surrounded by an extremely dense necromantic energy. Wherever he passed, the ground became barren and the air became sticky and icy.
It is the Lord of the Dead!
"Prepare for battle!"
At Zhu Meng's command, spatial magic energy instantly condensed in his hand, and a huge spatial rift opened in front of him, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Du Xiao also drew his hunting knife from his waist. The blade gleamed with golden light and contained powerful purifying energy. It was a light-based hunting technique specifically designed to counter undead.
The high-ranking mages chanted spells, and various elemental energies gathered before them: fire, frost, lightning, wind blades... a dense barrage of magical attacks, like a rain of arrows ready to be unleashed, just waiting for the undead army to enter their attack range.
The mid-level mages formed a defensive formation, constantly waving their staffs to reinforce the defensive magic arrays of the city walls.
The undead army moved with incredible speed, closing in within ten miles of the city walls in the blink of an eye.
The Undead Monarch stopped in his tracks, his crimson gaze sweeping across the northern city wall.
It slowly raised its right hand, and dense necromantic energy gathered in its palm, forming a huge black sphere of light, containing terrifying power capable of destroying everything.
"Not good! It's about to attack!" Zhu Meng's expression changed drastically. "Brother Du Xiao, let's join forces to resist!" "Alright!" Du Xiao didn't hesitate. He slashed out with his hunting knife, and a huge golden blade aura broke through the air, slashing towards the black light sphere.
Zhu Meng also activated spatial magic, and countless spatial rifts appeared around the black orb, attempting to tear it apart.
The golden blade energy collided with the black sphere of light, producing a deafening roar. The golden light and black energy instantly exploded, forming a massive shockwave that spread outwards.
The spatial rift continued to cut through the black orb of light, but it could never completely destroy it.
"As expected of the Lord of the Dead, his strength is indeed terrifying!" Du Xiao's expression was solemn. He swung his sword again, and golden sword energy was continuously unleashed.
Zhu Meng also increased his magical output, and spatial energy surged out like a tide. Together with Du Xiao's attack, they barely suppressed the expansion of the black light sphere.
But at that moment, the Monarch of the Dead smiled strangely and waved his left hand sharply: "Attack!"
A dozen bone generals, dozens of corpse generals, and a group of ghost generals roared at the same time, leading the undead army behind them, rushing towards the north city wall like a tide.
"High-level mage squad, charge!" Zhu Meng shouted.
A dozen high-level mages split into three groups and charged toward the Bone General, Corpse General, and Ghost General, respectively.
Mo Fan, Zhou Min, and Mu Bai also joined the team to deal with the Corpse General.
"Fierce Fist!" Zhou Min activated her magic first, instantly entangling several of the leading corpse generals.
"Thunder Seal!" Mo Fan immediately activated lightning magic. Bolts of lightning shot out like dragons, striking the corpse general bound by ice chains. They sizzled and the corpse armor on the general's body was instantly shattered, and black smoke billowed from its rotting body.
"Ice Lock!!" Mu Bai's ice magic was also activated, and countless sharp ice locks enveloped the corpse generals, cutting them into pieces.
However, the number of undead was simply too great. As soon as one wave of undead was wiped out, even more would surge forward. Moreover, the undead's regenerative abilities were extremely strong, making them difficult to kill completely unless their core was destroyed.
Beneath the city walls, a chaotic battle erupted instantly.
The mages' magic bombarded the area, and the roars, screams, and clashing weapons of the undead mingled together, creating an extremely gruesome scene.
The pressure on mid-level mages is increasing, with more and more mages being severely injured or even killed by the undead.
Zhu Meng and Du Xiao were still resisting the black orb of the Undead Monarch. Both of them had already consumed a lot of magical energy, and their faces were gradually turning pale.
"This can't go on!" Du Xiao shouted. "Our magical energy will run out sooner or later!"
Zhu Meng gritted his teeth: "Hold on a little longer! As long as we hold the city walls, we can launch a counterattack once the undead's energy is almost depleted!"
But he knew in his heart that this was nothing but self-deception. The strength of the Undead Monarch far exceeded their expectations, and the undead army was endless. At this rate, the northern city wall would be breached sooner or later.
Looking at the battle ahead, Fu Ye realized that the mage team led by Zhu Meng was no match for these undead.
It can only be said that the higher-ups in the world of Full-Time Magister have ingrained the word "pedantic" into their very bones.
Power should be something that every race should pursue, but the higher-ups in the magic world, in order to consolidate their own positions, desperately suppress the talented individuals who awaken top-tier abilities.
If Mo Fan didn't have the protagonist's halo, even with his innate dual-elemental talent, he would most likely have remained a high-level mage for life. (End of Chapter)