After all, he originally needed to use [Psychic Creation] to combine the power of the Spell Spirit Lord with the Obelisk......

Thinking of this, Richard no longer hesitated, and strode towards the door. His true name floated beside him, and the Enchanted Spirit Lord descended into a massive cloud that followed him, a halo of stars swirling in the mist.

In comparison, this time his steps were easy and bold. He put on his mask and picked up his cane, as if there was nothing in his way anymore.

*

"Whew...... Whew......"

The long golden hair, which had been neatly combed and flowed down like a tassel, was now draped listlessly over the girl's shoulders in curls.

Her fair face was stained with dirty dust, but now Willett didn't have the heart to take care of her appearance. She gasped quickly and weakly, licking her chapped lips, her sleeve robe was only half cut in the explosion just now, and her forehead and palms were secreted with cold sweat.

Not only that, but the worst part was that there was already more than one wound on her body: crooked wounds on her abdomen, arms, and calves, which were bloody and bloody. Wellett's body was shaking uncontrollably.

At the same time, she felt a tightness in her chest, and her internal organs were aching, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries from the shock wave just now, but now she lacked time to deal with it.

The witch temporarily bandaged the wounds that would affect her movements, and even cause a bloody coma, with strips of cloth torn from the wizard's robes, leaving the minor scars cut by the stones and gravel from the aftermath of the explosion, and she had to leave them alone for the time being.

Villerite grabbed a raised piece of the wall and struggled to support her body from falling to the side.

She was half-kneeling in the shadows cast by the ruins, her turquoise pupils full of exhaustion and pain, but she was still strong enough to stare at the empty darkness.

The explosion that had struck from behind Wellett just now was the magic of a High Wizard, enough to destroy half a block.

It was a light—a sharp light that pierced the night, a burning light that burned the retina, and even the air that passed through it smelled of burning, and the arrows of this light shot at Willett's back at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

Natural wizards who have reached the higher ranks have the ability to completely change the geography and landscape within a certain range, and even decide the outcome of a battle. They are called "shadows on the battlefield" and "destroyers of armies". Flame, Thunder, Storm, Frost...... These natural phenomena will be transformed into indestructible weapons in their hands, roaring and engulfing the enemies before the wizard.

On top of that, they can manipulate the "formless" forces that make up the world: magnetism and gravity, or even release pure energy, fiery beams of light, or shockwaves.

The witch leaped desperately from that place, and with the help of a spell that summoned the wind, she went straight into the tide of corpses in front of her. But that beam didn't let her go.

After falling to the ground, Violet rolled in several circles in embarrassment, her robes flickering continuously, and the fragile barriers quickly extinguished in the engulfing storm and rising fire.

At that time, she could do nothing but grit her teeth and wait for the aftermath of the attack to dissipate......

Although the knee-jerk reaction saved the witch's life, the shattered bricks and stones that were knocked down by the shockwave from the explosion all fell on the girl's weak body like a torrential rain, and she almost fainted because of it.

After a few minutes, the surroundings quieted down.

The attackers had no intention of sparing their hands and blasted the small square into the sky along with hundreds of demons, with the aim of seriously injuring or even killing him.

Now, Willet is hiding behind one of the broken walls that was once a low house but is now reduced to pieces.

Surrounded by large scorched earth and cracked stone slabs, small flames burned on the scattered gravel, and the walking dead at the center of the explosion were devoid of bones, leaving only the ashes of the burned, radially mixed with the charred bones that had shattered all over the place.

The culprit of all this has never been revealed.

Villerite looked around, it was natural that the large group of demons could not have been wiped out like this, but most of the remaining ones had retreated into the dark depths of the surrounding buildings and the shadows near the buildings.

They are supposed to be a bunch of fearless monsters, even if they know they will be blown to pieces, they will still "squeak" and rush towards them. The fact that there will be such a voluntary retreat can only mean one thing: it is the instruction of the dark wizard who manipulates the demons behind the scenes.

- He's nearby.

He's in the dark...... Peeping at yourself.

And Duncan David, her former friend—

There was no doubt that the magic just now was unleashed by him, and judging from that unreserved attitude, whether the other party was trying to kill someone, or premeditated, Violet had no hope now. If he finds him, the only end left is a dead end.

Knowing that she could not go on like this, Wellrit staggered to her feet again, dragging her badly wounded body into the depths of darkness.

……

As she expected, in the dark and lightless buildings, even if they met demons in the corners, they only bared their teeth and drooled at them, but they did not mean to hurt themselves, as if they had been forcibly controlled by some higher order to control their instinctive desires.

This was originally intended to facilitate the "accomplices" of the dark wizards. But thanks to this, she was able to retreat into the depths of the large, tall building without any attack.

Violet huddled in a dark, damp corner with her knees huddled.

I don't know how long it was, but for some reason, Duncan Davy didn't show up.

Welllit wouldn't be lucky enough to think that the other party wouldn't find out, after all, the person who controlled the demon was his accomplice, and possibly even himself.

She knew very well that the footsteps of the Grim Reaper were slowly approaching her, coldly, without the slightest hesitation—like the hands on a clock that never stopped moving to the next moment, not slowing down by anyone's will.

After all, she still didn't have the chance to survive as Mr. Director hoped. In other words, from the moment she stepped on the bottom, she had already stepped into the land of death.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Villerett felt that the pain in her body was becoming more and more unbearable, and the life force slowly dissipated from her body with the blood flowing from the wound. The girl felt a feeling of dizziness in the depths of her head, and she knew that she could not continue to hold on......

In a vague way, Villetel saw the hallucinatory glow of the fire at the end of her vision, and heard the footsteps of her shoes on the ground......

...... Footsteps?

Violet's eyes widened, barely keeping her consciousness awake.

"Miss Edward, are you still alive?"

The footsteps stopped, and a familiar voice sounded not far away.

The witch was silent and did not answer, but her palms subconsciously grasped the corners of her skirt.

"Come out if you live. Let's talk about it. ”

Her former friend, Duncan David, still had a voice so calm and gentle that people couldn't help but trust him.

"Mr. David...... Why are you, why are you doing this? ”

Villerett didn't hesitate for long. She knew that she had no chance, so she simply said everything she wanted to say, lest she end up with the most tragic fate of dying without knowing anything.

The witch opened her mouth, and even she couldn't help but be startled. Because her voice was so dry that it was like two rusty gears rubbing against each other.

"What do you mean? Did I kill those few people who didn't matter, or did I say ...... Do you think I betrayed the Magic Tower, betrayed the teacher? ”

Duncan Davy replied with a chuckle.

"But what does that have to do with you, Miss Edward? Do you still have the heart to think about other people's affairs? ”

“......”

"Let's talk, you don't want to lose your life here, do you?"

“...... Will you, let me live? ”

Although she thought it was stupid, there was a faint hope in Wellett's already gloomy heart - as long as she could live, no one would want to give up her life easily.

"Of course, it's just a deal. You've broken my secret, but that doesn't mean I have to kill people, as long as I pay the right price. ”

"What about them?"

"That value doesn't exist in them." Without hesitation, Duncan Davy said, "And you're different." ”

“...... What do you want? ”

The witch thought for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Do you want to replace me and become the chief student?"

Wellett felt that this was the only thing that interested him......

The man standing in the shadows was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing.

After half a ring, the young man after the shock couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Interesting, Miss Edward, did you really not notice at all? ”

“...... What the? ”

Villette frowned, looking at the exaggerated appearance of the other party laughing until tears flowed, and a certain ominous premonition occurred in her heart.

What could be worse than near death? For some reason, she felt that her hands and feet were getting cold little by little, her heart was heavy, as if someone was holding her, and she even began to feel difficult to breathe.

"Although it's a bit cruel to continue to break your dreams at such a time...... But what needs to be said is still to be said. The teacher didn't open his mouth, it doesn't mean that everyone didn't find out. ”

Duncan David wiped tears from his eyes and said with a smile.

- "Mr. Green, he didn't intend to make you the chief student in the first place. ”