Chapter 480: 406 Zhangg Legion
"Monarchs!"
"So many monarchs!"
"Twelve monarchs?! Ahahaha! Invincible! We’re invincible! Our ’Summoning Cottage’ is invincible!!!"
"Long live the Dean!"
...
The students and faculty of the academy were utterly shaken, feeling a surge of heroic pride rushing to their heads. Their faces flushed red with excitement as they were overwhelmed by exhilaration.
On the other side.
"Twelve..."
"Twelve monarchs?!"
Monardo’s smile froze.
Care, Shawen, and the other Level 3 Mages who had followed Monardo to seize an easy victory also had drastic changes in their expressions.
The intelligence they had received suggested that Benage, the newly ascended Legendary Mage, only had six monarchs under his command. Among them, one had been gifted to Black Rope, leaving only five monarchs left. Their plan was simple: follow Monardo, an experienced Legendary Mage, and just hold off those five monarchs while keeping the students and faculty of the ’Summoning Cottage’ at bay.
But who would have thought that Chen Jichuan, without even saying much, would summon twelve monarchs in one go?
This was too brutal.
"We can’t afford to provoke him!"
Care, Shawen, and the others were already harboring thoughts of retreat.
"This doesn’t look good."
Monardo’s confidence had also vanished.
Facing a newly ascended Legendary Mage alone, especially with the support of Black Rope, Care, and their other six Level 3 Mages, Monardo felt he had a fair chance of succeeding.
But the opponent played by completely different rules, summoning such a massive array of monarchs at once. Even an average Legendary Mage would find this difficult to withstand.
"Damn it!"
Monardo was furious.
If this level of power came from a veteran Legendary Mage, he might reluctantly accept it. But from a newly ascended one? How could it be that someone like that could summon twelve monarchs so easily?
For monarchs of the Pan-plane, it didn’t matter whether you were a Legendary Mage or not. Without sufficient rewards to entice them, they could simply choose to ignore a summoning call—even from a Legendary Mage.
Twelve monarchs?
All Monardo could say was, "Filthy rich!"
He understood deep inside: "This battle cannot be fought!"
Just facing twelve monarchs alone might barely be feasible if Care and the others fought with all their might. After all, summoning twelve monarchs simultaneously would undoubtedly place an immense burden on a newly ascended Legendary Mage.
How much strength he had left after such a move was still questionable.
But Monardo knew full well that his group was nothing more than a hastily formed team. They were good enough for riding the wave of success in easy battles, but in situations like this? Just looking at their faces told him they couldn’t be relied upon.
Monardo wanted to leave.
"Benage, Your Excellency."
Monardo swallowed nervously, intending to say something polite and graceful to make an exit.
But Chen Jichuan didn’t give him the chance.
"Don’t speak."
"Just watch."
Chen Jichuan pointed his magic wand at the ground, causing the earth to tremble.
The next moment—
Bone-white figures emerged.
From the depths of the earth, skeletons, zombies, and ghosts crawled out, one after another, appearing on the surface.
Skeleton Swordsmen.
Skeleton Knights.
Skeleton Mages.
Skeleton Archers.
...
Rotten Zombies.
Zombie Knights.
...
Ghost Demons.
Ghost Shooters.
...
In the blink of an eye, the area surrounding the ’Summoning Cottage’ turned into a sea of the undead stretching across what seemed like entire mountain ranges.
"Level 4 Magic!"
"Undead Disaster!"
Monardo’s face completely changed. His thoughts were in disarray.
What stood before him was an army of tens of thousands of undead, dense like a forest of spears. Among them were even Second Level and Third Level units, enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle just from a glance.
"Again!"
Chen Jichuan wasn’t finished yet.
He pointed his wand again, and instantly, the undead army in the mountains doubled in size.
It was packed beyond measure!
"Mirror Image Army?!"
Monardo finally lost his composure completely, his face paling to the extreme.
He looked at the sky and the earth, filled with countless undead troops, reluctant even to entertain the idea of running away.
Twelve monarchs.
The Undead Army.
The Mirror Image Army.
Chen Jichuan manipulated all of these with seemingly effortless ease, displaying the full majesty of a Legendary Mage.
Monardo turned to look at Chen Jichuan, who stood in the center of the battlefield like a king ruling over heaven and earth. His heart ached bitterly as he lowered his proud head and said humbly, "Honorable Benage, Your Excellency, I was misled by vile intentions today and almost caused a grave mistake. Please grant me a chance to atone—I am willing to accept any punishment."
Monardo yielded.
But no one laughed at him.
Seeing what was occurring, no matter if they were friend or foe—or even passersby spectating from a distance—everyone was left in shock. No one thought Monardo’s submission was disgraceful.
"An army..."
Everyone held their breath, their minds nearly frozen, as if they were waiting alongside Monardo for the judgment to come from the king atop the mountain peak.
"Unnecessary."
"If you dare to challenge me, you must also be prepared to face death."
Chen Jichuan sentenced Monardo to death and carried out the punishment without delay.
He raised his magic wand—
"Charge!"
All twelve monarchs, along with the endless undead army, lunged at Monardo.
"No!"
"I beg you..."
Amid the pale and oppressive sky, Monardo’s final regretful screams echoed briefly before being abruptly silenced. When the monarchs retreated and the undead dispersed, this Legendary Mage from the East Continent had completely vanished, leaving not even bones behind.
Black Rope, Care, Shawen, and the other six Level 3 Mages perished as well, leaving not a trace.
Silence reigned in every direction.
Chen Jichuan’s expression remained calm. Waving his Elemental Giant Hand in the air, he effortlessly collected the magic items left behind by the deceased.
"Not bad."
"At least I didn’t leave empty-handed."
Upon opening Monardo’s Space Ring, Chen Jichuan’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
...
"Well done."
In the Dean’s Office, Chen Jichuan smiled.
Opposite him, the supposedly dead "two-faced schemer" Black Rope sat stiffly, cradling the hot coffee Chen Jichuan had personally brewed for him.
Despite being a Level 3 Mage, Black Rope couldn’t stop trembling.
One couldn’t blame him for his lack of composure.
The scene he had just witnessed was far too overwhelming.
Twelve monarchs descended, undead armies blanketed the sky and earth, and even someone as proud as Monardo, a Legendary Mage, collapsed into submission, begging without a care for dignity.