In the Dean's office in the West Tower of Oulu College, Dean Wilred looked at a paper with a pair of eyes. The spacious room is very quiet, except for the "click" of a standing pendulum clock in the corner.

Behind Dean Wilred was a large floor-to-ceiling window, and it was pouring rain outside, even in the daytime.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

Dean Willred said to the empty office, his eyes not taking off his paper, and his tone was very casual.

A small monkey emerges out of nowhere, and it climbs lightly onto the desk, with a kettle rolled behind its tail. The little monkey took an empty teacup from Dean Wilred's left, scooped a spoonful of sugar from the sugar box and poured it into the cup, then rolled his tail around the kettle and poured tea into the cup.

He made a chirping voice and made a strange face to please Dean Willred.

Dada, da, dada......

The vertical pendulum clock made an incongruous sound at this time, and Dean Wilred and the little monkey looked at the pendulum clock at the same time, and saw that the pendulum that had been swinging regularly was shaking in a disorderly manner.

The little monkey bared his teeth at the pendulum clock, and Dean Willred grabbed it by the back of its neck and stuffed it into the sleeve of his robe.

He stood up from his seat, his right hand outstretched, and a long-handled wand from the wand holder flew into his hand.

At this moment, a wisp of black smoke floated out of the pendulum clock and gathered into a vague human form.

"Wilred, I haven't seen you in years...... You're old! ”

Wilred watched warily at the guy who suddenly appeared in his office. With a wave of his hand, everything on the table was folded into an open drawer.

"Victor?" Dean Wilred tried to guess the identity of the other party, and immediately corrected his mistake: "No, you are not Victor, he is more polite than you. You should be...... Harriman!

More than 100 years later, you still like to play pranks.

It's a pleasure to meet you, my friend. If you show up, I'll be more than happy to show you around the academies where we used to work together. ”

Although Dean Willred greeted his former friend in a friendly manner, his expression did not dare to relax in the slightest.

The thoughts of these people can no longer be speculated by common sense. The sudden arrival of a hundred years later is definitely not as simple as looking at this academy.

Sure enough, Harriman said: "For more than a hundred years, we have all missed this place, when we could quarrel all day over a formula, and we could drink until dawn for a result." But the Book of Calamity changes everything, and it opens our eyes to a whole new world, a power that overrides all forms of power.

The mysterious energy in the secret art is the end of all energy, and there is the origin of the mysterious energy in the Book of Calamity, and you can control the secret art at will if you see through it.

You can create energy and everything you want! ”

Harriman's tone gradually changed to madness, like a fanatic expressing his worship of the Book of Calamity.

also made the scene from more than a hundred years ago turn out of Wilred's memory.

Harriman at that time was exactly the same as Harriman at this time, and nothing had changed after a long period of time.

Wilred exclaimed, "Harriman, everything is your imagination. Your minds have been polluted by the Book of Calamity, and what you think is what the Book of Calamity tells you to think.

If you're here just looking for the Book of Calamity, please leave here, we don't have what you want. ”

"Hahaha...... Wilred: Don't rush me away. Harriman's laughter shrill "After we left Oulu Academy, you announced the destruction of the Book of Calamity, but what caused it to reappear?"

If you don't destroy the Book of Calamity, does that mean the other books of arcane art are still there? We were in too much of a hurry to take them with us, and even though we have been restoring them for a hundred years, there is still too much missing.

You don't seem to be interested in the occult arts, so you might as well return the book to us, and we will continue to maintain the peace for more than a hundred years. ”

Not wanting to provoke these mad Abyss Apostles, Wilred said, "You know my hatred for occultism, and you know I'm going to burn those books. The Book of Calamity is supposed to have been hidden by Professor Felix, who tricked me with a fake encyclopedia.

Felix is dead.

I don't know how Elf Clear Sky found the Book of Calamity, you want...... You can go to her. ”

"Do you think I'm going to believe you!"

Harriman roared, becoming irritable. His mission in Raging Waves was to take the Book of Calamity, as well as the Book of Arcane Arts, which should not have been destroyed. Those were researched and compiled by hundreds of occult masters in the Esoteric Department of Oulu Academy, and many of them were unique books collected from other places.

It's just that most of these mystics died in that disaster, and the people taken by the apostles had no way to restore the library.

This time the Book of Calamity reappeared, making them think that the other books of arcane arts were also there, and that Wilred had lied to everyone.

Wilred didn't answer, he was using his magic to locate Harriman.

At this moment, the sky outside suddenly became dark, dark clouds pressed down, and the night shrouded the subspace that was originally daytime.

The black smoke that gathered into Harriman seemed to be disturbed by something, and quickly dispersed and disappeared.

What happened!

Wilred turned to look out the window.

Torrential rain from the Overworld washed through the windows, and snaking lightning pierced the sky.

At one point, a bang filled the space, and everything in the room shook violently.

Visions come and go quickly.

The clouds dispersed, the night receded, and the sun shone in through the window, as if nothing had just happened.

Wilred muttered, "Angry Waves? ”

……

At this time, Luke stood in front of the ruins of the Raging Tower, the fallen and twisted tower like a dragon crawling on the ground in the night.

Fortunately, it was a park in the center of the city, and it was a thunderstorm, so there were no casualties.

The sky seemed to have exhausted all its strength from the lightning strike just now, and the torrential rain took on a state of exhaustion, no longer having the momentum to wash everything in the world.

Luke stood in the light rain, a layer of ice armor attached to his body.

In front of her, four men in raincoats stood in the way, wearing rain hats on their heads to see them clearly.

On the left is the swelling Lyme River, and on the right two men in sheriff's uniforms emerge from the woods of the park.

Behind him, a masked man instantly appeared on a steel bracket. His eyes glowed faintly red in the darkness, and his whole person was like a sharp blade unsheathed.

The movement that Luke had just made was so great that it was too late to escape from being blocked here.