"It's the first day of transfer! Teacher Negi, we must not pay dividends to this kind of evil atmosphere! In order to study countermeasures, I would like to ask Mr. Negi to come to my room alone tonight. ”

As the squad leader, Xue Guang Ayaka was righteous, showing a little fangs by the way.

Affected by the five vacant seats and the momentum of Ayaka Yukihiro, Xiao Negi looked at a loss.

Hao Ren, who returned to the classroom, was also stunned.

Yiwen, Chacha Pill, Poison Island, Liangyi, Joan of Arc.

All five were absent, to be exact, all five who were still in the morning were absent from class.

Hao Ren felt a faint pain in his eyebrows, as if something troublesome was about to happen.

……

Back Mountain, a place full of disasters, if there is a land god here, then he will definitely regret being in charge of this area.

"Church lackeys? It's disgusting. ”

Standing on the top of the rock, Evan's eyes were full of disgust, and Chachamaru also stood on Evan's side at the right time, staring at Joan of Arc with an indifferent face.

"Lackeys of the Church...... It doesn't matter anymore. What I didn't expect is that there are still dark creatures in this era, and if you can show evidence that you have never done evil, I can't consider stopping your trial. ”

Joan of Arc, dressed in a purple traditional sailor suit, did not object to Evan's title of "church lackey", but instead expounded her opinion in a flat tone.

"Humph! Trial? When the old lady was slaughtering the lower humans, you little girl hadn't been born yet! ”

There was already a very astonishing killing intent in Evan's words.

Evan's hatred for the righteous and moral clergy is far greater than the hunters and mercenaries who hunt her down for bounties.

"It seems that you are an incorrigible heretic, so don't blame me."

When she said the word "heresy", an imperceptible trace of disgust flashed in Joan of Arc's eyes, but she immediately concealed it.

I saw Joan of Arc kneeling on one knee, her fingers crossed, and a holy light fell from the sky very abruptly, enveloping her.

With a look of disgust and surprise, Evan jumped back several times in a row under the princess of Chachamaru, and hid more than ten meters away.

The light lasted three seconds before dissipating.

Purple clothes, silver armor, and black socks are the equipment that currently appears on Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc stood up and drew the one-handed silver knight's sword at his waist, the "merciful judgment" bestowed by the archangel Michael.

The sword pointed at Evan.

"Wickedness will be judged."

With a slight force under his feet, his head armor broke through the wind, and Joan of Arc shot out.

"Chacha Cha Maru! Stop her! ...... Lik Lak Lak Lak Lerak"

"Yes, master."

Under Evan's order, Cha Cha Maru blocked Joan of Arc's path, and the rocket was full of fire and rushed over. Evan, on the other hand, quickly pulled out the test tube filled with potions and recited the incantation.

"Just puppet, get out of the way!"

However, the impact and blocking of Chachamaru did not help at all, Joan of Arc just shook his right hand slightly, and a diagonal pick, from the right waist to the left shoulder, Chachamaru was easily cut into two sections.

The attribute gap is too large, and Chacha Pill, who is barely a small boss, can't fight against it at all, and the current Joan of Arc has entered the ranks of the world's top combat power.

Chachamaru, who had been split in two, raised his remaining right hand and aimed it at Joan of Arc's head and fired a rocket flying punch.

The result was also evident, as Joan of Arc single-handedly blocked the rock-shattering rocket punch and tossed it aside.

The blow didn't pay off, but it bought Evan a few precious seconds.

Evan, who had not prepared in advance, was obviously shocked by Joan of Arc's strength, and she hurriedly interrupted the attack spell she wanted to release before.

"Rick Rak Lark Rak Lyrak!"

"Come on! Ice Spirit! Come on! Wind Spirit! ”

"'Ice Blast'!"

The hybrid mutation of the ice elemental and the wind elemental spewed out a large amount of frost mist centered on Evan, greatly restricting the sight of creatures within the range of the mist.

Due to the fog, Joan of Arc lost her sight of Evan.

Joan of Arc did not immediately pursue, but stopped indifferently to think.

Cha Cha Maru, who was only left with his head and half of his upper body, was still squirming and squirming, trying to hold Joan of Arc back.

"It's rare that the puppets are so loyal."

Joan of Arc looked at the tea pill under his feet, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

However, Joan of Arc did not give Chachamaru the final blow, but bypassed the enveloping range of the fog and instinctively ran in the direction where Evan had disappeared.

The machine qì people, who do not have any human breath, are no different from doll props in Joan of Arc's eyes, and are not worth targeting, but their loyalty that cannot be ignored reminds Joan of Arc of some bad memories.

When he was condemned as heretic by the cardinal, his original companion's eyes looked like they were looking at a witch.

……

"Good afternoon, teacher."

"Chachamaru, you don't look very good."

Hao Ren looked at the shattered tea pills with a complicated face.

"Teacher, the master is in danger, I hope you can save her."

"Don't worry, she'll be fine, you wait a while, I'll go back."

Looking at the little face stained by the oil and mud, Hao Ren made a decision.

"Poison Island, you take care of Cha Cha Pill, I'll be back soon."

Hao Ren said in the direction of a large tree, and then disappeared.

Cha Cha Maru's mechanical eye, which can capture thousandths of a second of action, didn't even film how Hao Ren disappeared.

Extreme speed.

A purple shadow emerged from behind the tree.

The impression of Hao Ren in Poison Island's mind was refreshed again.

As for whether Hao Ren could stop the terrifying Rhaticia, Poison Island did not have the slightest skepticism, but she was more worried about the safety of Liangyi Weaving, who went first.

……

Is my more than 600 years going to end here?

Evangeline looked at the knight's sword in front of her and thought with some pessimism.

The divine power condensed on this knight's sword was terrifyingly high, and even if the weak dark creature saw it unsheathed, it would probably dissipate to the point that there was nothing left.

If it weren't for the fact that he was sealed and currently in a human state, he would probably have dissipated like those weak cannon fodder......

No, even if he was in his heyday, when facing this knight's sword, his strength was estimated to drop by three or four layers.

Evan looked up at Joan of Arc's sacred, nonchaliant face identical to that of the clergy.

Even more surprising than this knight's sword is this indifferent woman full of strange charm.

This kind of strength cannot be explained by human beings.

It is very likely that it was caused by some European power.

Or, in relation to that bald head......

Thinking of this, Evan couldn't help but itch his teeth.

"Evil creatures of darkness, do you have any last words to say?"

Joan of Arc asked sternly and formally, citing the "judgment of mercy."

"I just want to suck the bald head's blood right now!"

Evan bared his fangs, unflinching.

"Bald?"

A look of doubt appeared in Joan of Arc's eyes.

Suddenly, the "revelation" brought Joan of Arc a warning.

A great crisis is emerging.

A cold light flew towards the back of Joan of Arc's head without warning.

Joan of Arc tilted her head, and the cold light wiped her face.

A hint of blush flowed from the wound.

Joan of Arc, unexpectedly wounded!

"Although the vampire imp has only trained me for less than ten days, it is impossible for me to sit idly by."