The students became stunned bystanders.

"High ...... High Magic ......"

A human mage muttered to himself.

He ...... He ......"

The elven girl Alania looked at Del Cora in a daze, watching the flames erupt from his hands, and the heat that swept over them made even those students who were far away couldn't help but retreat.

He's not...... Necromancer?

Not the same students as them?

Why......

Five seconds.

The sound of explosions and burning continued for a full five seconds before Delkora withdrew the ring, shook his hand, and let the unrestrained flames erupt, startling the students - but fire magic has one benefit, if there is not enough fuel around, the pure fire elemental fire will disperse into elemental molecules the moment the magician relinquishes control, which is particularly clean and pollution-free, but sometimes it can be more scary.

Del Cora deliberately ignored Kieran, the golden knight who was glaring at him. The illusion of fire that erupted in that moment almost made him think that the little magician's magic was out of control.

"So...... You should be dead, a demon who doesn't even have a physical body...... Huh?"

On a scorched earth, the black mist slowly creeps.

Then, the human form is formed again.

It's just that the current appearance of that thing is really a bit tragic - a thousand holes are no longer enough to describe his body, it should be said that it is a miracle that the thing can still maintain without collapsing: the black fog that makes up the body is deep and shallow, and the lightest part can already pass through the light; the originally solid body has completely turned into an illusory shadow, and the strong wind brought by the temperature difference even directly blew his left arm into a large piece of mist. He was trying to reunite himself, but the speed of cohesion was not as fast as before.

He was seriously injured.

"I'm curious what the hell you've done to him," Richard walked over to Del Cola and crossed his arms to look at the already weak black figure, "let me guess...... Or is it because of your blood?"

"Your talent is already astonishing, thirty-seven-year-old Holy Magister, none of us in our clan can achieve this feat," Delkora sighed, "so you don't have to hold on to my blood all the time...... God-given bloodline is not something to be envied. ”

The old man said the same thing, but ...... I'm still not feeling well. You can easily do what others need to work hard to do, you are born with a position that no one else can achieve in a lifetime, and you don't even have to give anything...... Scold. Richard shook his head and pointed to the dark shadow, "You think it's over?"

"Of course not. Del Cola took off the great ring and said nonchalantly, "But then it's your home field." ”

Their conversation was not overheard.

It's strange that the monster that was waiting for them just now has been subconsciously ignored by everyone at this moment.

Because this seemingly powerful monster was easily dealt with by a mage of their age...... Solved......

They've seen geniuses, and they're geniuses.

They have also seen strong people, and their teachers are strong people.

They never imagined that one day they would be shattered by their peers in what they were most proud of.

Is the other party relying on foreign objects?

Don't talk about it, who of the people present doesn't have a few powerful pieces of equipment in their hands?

Could it be that they could easily cast a high-level magic Red Flame Explosion to deal with a monster that two Golden Tier couldn't fight, and then they could still make small talk with people without changing their faces?

They have mixed feelings in their hearts.

So much so that they did not notice that in their shadows, quietly spread black.

"Danger!"

Riolant finally spotted the anomaly, but it was too late.

Pitch-black energy streams suddenly stretched out from the shadows of the students, and these energy streams were so weak that these black iron level students couldn't even detect them, and they were defenseless to let these energy streams drill into their bodies!

"The soul of the ancestors is blessed, the glory of the ancestors lasts forever! The spirit of the ancestors connects each other, and the people of the tribe are all brothers!"

Shamanic Psychic Link, which links itself to the spirits of allies within its range to resist the effects of psychic magic and occult magic - but it also has the effect of transferring the psychic shock of allies to itself.

One after another, the students suddenly hugged their heads and let out a cry of pain, their eyes turning uncontrollably red again—not bloodshot from anger, but like Delkora just now, their eyes lit up directly red—but the next moment, an invisible chain connected them, and the strange emotions that were about to replace their thinking were involuntarily withdrawn, and rushed to the other end of the chain along the spiritual link.

Riolant suddenly threw away his staff and let out a howl of pain.

"Uhhh!!hh

His eyes began to glow red, black gas began to swirl around his body, and black and red lines began to appear on his face. The lines spread over Riolante's face, and it seemed as if they were about to turn the orc shaman into something indescribable—

However, in the pocket of the orc shaman's scholar's robe, a mediocre card suddenly lit up.

It was a soldier who Richard had handed him before6.

Riolant just casually put it in his pocket.

Military, what is the real meaning of the existence of a military man?

Fighting?

No, the military exists to protect.

Protecting the weak, defending the homeland, and protecting one's own civilization can move forward steadily without being influenced by other places.

The soldier card suddenly lit up, and on the spiritual level, which was invisible to the naked eye, and on the spiritual level that Riolant was about to lose, a shield appeared.

The shield kept Riolant on the verge of collapse, allowing him to retain the last of his sanity. Then, the shield began to expand, and it easily distinguished between "native" and "foreign", and then, began to disperse.

It seems like only a few seconds.

On the students' bodies, black illusory shadows suddenly popped out and surged towards Riolant uncontrollably, and on Riolante's face, the "mask" that had replaced his own face began to distort and blur, and then with countless tentacles that pierced deep into the orc's body, it was forcibly pulled out—

"It's a disgusting image. ”

Delkora shook violently, but barely managed to keep his face away.

The mask and the tentacles on it were still illusory, and its removal did not affect Riolante's body in reality. Riolante fell to his knees, gasping for breath as if he had been reborn after the catastrophe, and the mask had absorbed the last of the black qi and regrouped. But this time, he has lost even the ability to condense the human form.

He completely lost his physical entity, and his entire body became an illusory shadow.

“...... Spiritual shields?, so you've been on guard, Mr. Richard. Delkora turned his head to glance at the Abyss Card, and the Sage crossed his arms with an expected expression, "So for your previous behavior of throwing us into the crowd, should I accuse you of deliberately abusing the students?"

"You can do that," Richard tugged at the corners of his mouth, "but that's what the old man meant...... You're going to accuse him of yourself?"

“...... This time, there was almost a downsizing, and these students were really going through a terrible thing. Del Cora shook her head, "I wonder if they knew that this was all deliberately arranged by Mr. Lance, would they just drop out?"

"Instead of blaming the old man, it's you who they're really scolding," Richard said nonchalantly as he took off his monocle and wiped it, "and they wouldn't have had to go through this if it hadn't been for some magician of God's blood who lured the monster to their camp...... Did you say yes?"

“...... That's what Mr. Reims meant. All of them are. Delcora nodded firmly.

Richard snorted, ignored him, and turned to look at the dark shadow, and at some point there were already a few more Kara cards flying in his hand. He yawned and said in a mocking tone, "Hey, I say, that demon over there, is there anything you can do that uselessly?

“......”

The black shadow raised its head slightly, and conjured a pair of scarlet eyes—the last of his abilities.

“...... Mankind...... Oh, you're weird. ”

"Huh, are you going to criticize us natives from the perspective of an aggressor?" Richard rolled his eyes, "Are you going to tell me that you are righteous, and that we should be puppets manipulated by you?"

“...... Scold...... Heh......" The dark shadow suddenly let out a strange laugh.

“...... Scold...... How vast and useless are the desires in your heart, your continent, your self-proclaimed gods......"

"You are driven by these indifferent desires, and what you think is independent thinking is still nothing more than slaves to your own desires......"

"You can't even control your own spirit and soul, how can you be qualified to occupy this land of God......

"Wait...... Wait in fear and despair...... You will only fall prey......"

Before he could finish speaking, the black shadow's body suddenly contracted sharply.

All the black mist was absorbed by him, condensed into a barely visible dot—

Delkora's pupils shrank.

He suddenly took a step forward, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, he directly reached out and grasped the point.

"Del Kora!"

Satya's heart palpitations suddenly erupted - she immediately pounced, the shadow space had opened, and she wanted to forcibly take Del Cora away.

So, in that instant, something exploded.

The unrecognizable shock wave spread out like a hurricane, sweeping through everyone present. Countless crazy voices suddenly poured into their minds, and their thoughts suddenly became confused, and countless strong thoughts replaced the original thoughts, anger, sadness, excitement, fear...... All kinds of emotions are intertwined and mixed, which directly makes students lose control of their own thinking-

When all the strong emotions are mixed together, thinking has become quite a luxury.

But, fortunately, this feeling is only for a moment.

Del Cora let go of his fist. There was only a puddle of ashes left in the palm of his hand.

His gaze swept over the stunned people who had not yet recovered, and then looked at the ashes in his hands, his eyes ...... Incredibly calm.

There is no peace of mind.

Richard looked at him with his arms crossed - he seemed to like the gesture of watching the play.

Because he doesn't seem to have made a move.

"Oh...... That rumor is true. God-given Sfiodor...... Hehe. ”

He laughed inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at? because you're watching a good show?"

Saltagha's voice rang in his ears.

"What do you care I laugh at? Richard withdrew his gaze to the distant sky, "The legendary race has appeared, and the god-given bloodline has begun to travel again a hundred years later. Do you think that's a sign?"

"We may be facing a new war. ”

"War...... I hate war. Richard muttered, "But if there's no escape, I don't mind sending those damned demons back to my hometown one by one." ”

"I'm going to inform Mr. Lance. The problem found this time ...... Oh, that's big. ”

"Are you going to go now?" asked Richard casually, "you should protect them." ”

"This mission is yours now. Unless you think you can outsmart a Templar's Wrath. ”

"But I can teleport...... Heh, it's pretty fast. ”

The aura that belonged to a certain Holy Order Assassin had completely disappeared.

"You guys...... Sfiodor, Cage...... How many more troubles can you solve......

He stared at Del Cora and whispered to himself.