The Creation Branch (Baruye) are all artists, and their magic is derived from art, and the battle against the enemy is equivalent to the process of removing or assimilating foreign objects that interfere with art with the art they create.

For example, the old woman who shook the entire magic association dedicates her life to the art of painting (magic), once she holds the brush, the surrounding mountains, rivers, heaven, earth and stars will become the canvas for her pen, and the completion of the painting scroll will be the defeat of the enemy.

The same is true of Byron, who was also born in Baru Yeretta, although it is impossible to have the impressive spirit and technique of Lord Baru Yeretta, but there is not much difference in essence and philosophy.

Byron's art (magic) is "soap bubbles" – just what it looks like, but it's not that fragile in reality.

The soap bubbles are beautiful, reflecting the flickering tears and complementing the surrounding moisture, giving off a dreamy color.

As the middle-aged gentleman struck the ground with his cane, countless soap bubbles were born from the water vapor and converged from all directions, forming a beautiful bubble belt that surrounded the vanguard of the invaders.

"Let the weather be your companion, and I have to admit that you are amazing. Although the climate in this area is also very changeable, this is the first time that anyone has done such a magnificent thing. However, if you think that Izeluma is powerless, you are very wrong. ”

The intruders changed their previous arrogance and watched the approaching soap bubbles in silence and caution. It is foolish to rush into triggering an unknown magic trick without preparation, and this is common knowledge that every magician knows.

However, the fact that they don't trigger doesn't mean that Byron is willing to let go of this group of damned invaders.

He's in a bad enough situation. Last night's social dinner was a great success, and it should be the best moment to achieve fame and fortune and reach the pinnacle of life. Unexpectedly, the next day, something like that happened.

As the head of the Izeluma family, of course he knew the real time of Jinji's death, and the one who appeared last night was indeed an impostor. However, it was a top secret for the Izeluma family, and if it was revealed, it could ruin the historic family.

This is absolutely intolerable to Byron, although he is a member of democracy, but in his bones, Byron has always been proud of his bloodline, the so-called democracy in his opinion is just an excuse to win people's hearts, and in the end it is history and accumulation that dominate, because the essence of magic is such a thing. This disagreement is also the fundamental reason why he and Enolai are separated.

For Byron, the murderer and the truth are not important, the important thing is that the secret of the golden queen cannot be revealed, so he chooses to turn his fire to the El Meloi classroom, hoping to induce a fight between Enolai and Webber, so as to achieve the goal of extracting himself and his family.

Unexpectedly, the young man who was not even thirty years old had such poisonous eyesight, and he could see the flaws of Huang Jinji at a glance. The group of young men under him were also fiercer than the other, so that they couldn't hold their heads up, and they almost lost their lives. Finally, Enolai saw the face of the main family's separation, helped himself buy some time, and ran into these short-sighted guys again.

Anger is secondary, and more importantly, he has no way back. He knew Enolai's character, that old woman would only throw an olive branch to capable people, it was already a love to help herself once, and if he didn't handle it well this time, he would really be excluded from the core of Baruyeretta.

So, whether it's to vent his anger or to keep his family and position, he has to win, and it's a beautiful victory.

"What do you think of Izeluma's ruby?"

The gentleman whispered the name of the technique.

In the next second, the soap bubble exploded.

There was a "snap", and there was no vision beyond that.

There was no rush of magic, no monsters jumped out, not even air waves, as if the soap bubble reached its limit and burst naturally.

However, it was such a natural burst that seemed normal that caused several attackers to fall down clutching their necks.

"Well, Byron !!"

The rest of the intruders were enraged, and "hiss" and "hiss" pulled back with lightning bolts.

Byron had already taken precautions and planted a layer of soap bubbles around him in advance to defend himself.

These soap bubbles are specially treated, and with the addition of weather, the electricity that can directly turn people into coke is canceled out with the bursting of the foam. If it had been one-on-one, Byron would have already won.

It's a pity that there were too many people on the other side, and the number of lightning was too much, and the bubble could not fully withstand it, only offsetting seventy percent, and the remaining thirty percent hit Byron, making the strong gentleman fall to his knees.

"Hey, he's just a declining collector hiding in the country. ”

The fallen assailant gradually recovered, and together with his angry companions, he assembled a new technique.

Having seen a soap bubble attack, they have already seen how the technique works - the effect of the soap bubble is to destroy the oxygen in the air, thus creating an effect that suffocates the enemy.

The mystery has been solved, and the invaders have no scruples, and they want to win in one go.

Because of the timely dodge, Byron was only burned in the shoulder and did not completely lose his ability to fight. He covered his charred shoulders with one hand, and with the other he kept hitting the ground with his cane.

The soap bubbles suddenly doubled, forming a rainbow-colored fortress in front of the enemy.

After enduring a lightning bolt, Byron also has a certain understanding of the lightning spell on the other side, and the next thing is to see which side of his art or the enemy's magic can't hold on first.

- If there is no external force involved.

"Found it, here. ”

A natural voice came from the forest obscured by the moisture, and this voice made Byron slightly stunned - how could they be here.

"What people!"

The three closest to the intruder spun around, and a bolt of lightning struck.

"Wow! ”

The owner of the voice seemed to be taken aback, but it sounded unharmed.

"Is that the one who made that big black cloud? It's amazing, it's a ritual magic that the clock tower doesn't even try to test. ”

As he spoke, the man had already jumped out of the grass, and the blonde boy looked around with an innocent smile that was out of place on the battlefield.

"But your efficiency is a little poor, the seventh and twelfth people are still ......"

Before the boy could finish speaking, new thunder and lightning had already bombarded him.

"Listen to the end of the story. The boy dodged left and right in a bit of confusion.

"We don't have much to say to Izeluma's men. ”

"No, no, I'm not one of Izeluma's men. ”

There was not the slightest fear on his face illuminated by the electric light, and even in the midst of dodging, he still took the time to give a nondescript military salute to Byron, whose face was blue and white.

"The El Meloy Classroom, Frat Escaldes, has come to battle at the behest of the strongest, most powerful, and most invincible teacher of the Clock Tower. ”

PS: Look at Weber's group of students, no matter where they go, no matter how awesome they are, they don't forget to preach that my teacher is the best, and even more exaggerated is to praise from the bottom of my heart, Weber's fame is not big, there are ghosts. Well, although Webber didn't want them to do that, it was too much of a shame.