In order to avoid being late, the beginners of the four courtyards who were desperately rushing were panting in embarrassment, and traces of sweat could be seen on their foreheads, temples and cheeks.

Staying in the gray and gloomy magic theory classroom, they only felt that it was cold around them, and there were constant bursts of cold air coming from the graveyard next to them.

Looking at the big clock hanging in front of the classroom, the minute hand moved little by little, and it was getting closer and closer to the class time set by Zhang Guangmu, and the beginners didn't even have the heart to talk to each other.

Fang Yi blended in the crowd, his eyes were calm, and he just silently played with the seemingly ordinary old staff in his hand.

Zizizi......

A wave of heat poured into a large classroom that could accommodate nearly 1,000 people.

The beginners raised their hands one after another to cover their faces.

Dozens of butterflies turned into black flames condensed into a human form under the gaze of everyone.

Colorful black hair, cold and handsome face, strong strength visible to the naked eye, and a lonely and arrogant aura......

If it's not Zhang Guangmu, the dean of the Pitch Black Academy and the professor of the magic theory course, who is it?

The freshmen who had just completed the sorting ceremony instinctively blended into their respective camps according to the changing colors of their robes, and at this moment they couldn't even say the name of the principal, let alone the names of the other deans and professors.

But......

If any beginner asks "who is Zhang Guangmu" at this time, then he will definitely be regarded as a fool by his classmates.

"No one was late, which was good."

Zhang Guangmu's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he swept over the people below, and his voice was as cold as ice: "You can skip the meaningless self-introduction session - the vast majority of you don't even have the qualifications to let me remember my name." ”

"Next, who can tell me where the power of the Demon Hunter comes from?"

This is a common sense-based scoring question, and it is not difficult at all for students who have attached temporary false memories.

Almost as soon as the words fell, more than 300 hands were raised.

Zhang Guangmu had a cold face, ignoring the people who raised their hands, and his eyes gradually focused on a young man in a black apprentice robe: "You answer." ”

Fang Yitong Kong shrank slightly, immediately stood up, and after spending a few seconds adjusting his mood and organizing his words, he said loudly: "The [Source of Hope] located in the center of the Demon Hunting Ring is constantly emitting endless light and flames, and everything that has been illuminated by its brilliance will become a new source of magic power!" ”

"Although the weak human body cannot directly face the radiation of the [Source of Hope], it is able to use the matter illuminated by its brilliance to exert power far beyond the limits of human beings!"

"After being passed down from generation to generation, we have abandoned many materials such as magic metal, magic wood, magic glue, magic flesh and blood, and finally chose the magic stone as a material to make a staff, as a stable medium for witchcraft hunting - hunting magic staff!"

"This is where our strength comes from!"

Fang Yi's explanation can be described as clear and unhurried, without colloquial meaningless modal words such as "bar, ah, um", not like an ordinary teenager, more like a descendant of a nobleman who has undergone special speech training.

His performance, even if Zhang Guangmu saw it, he felt that he could give an excellent evaluation of ninety-three points.

Zhang Guangmu glanced at him meaningfully.

"Your name?"

"Fang Yi."

"The beginner of the Pitch Black Academy, Fang Yi, plus five personal credits."

Fang Yi sat down with a happy face.

Among the four major demon hunting academies, the function of credits is quite simple - it is equivalent to circulating currency, which can be used to buy food, study notes, equipment, and props.

There is hardly any harder hard currency than this!

At the Demon Hunting Academy, everything is priced.

If you don't have credits, you can only eat gruel and black bread mixed with sawdust every day.

The credits are sufficient, not to mention the delicacies of the mountains and seas every day, and you can even spend credits to ask the seniors to help with homework and ask the seniors to clean the bedroom for themselves.

Fang Yi knew very well the importance of credits, so after getting a good start, he was also very happy.

It's just that......

Zhang Guangmu ignored so many people who raised their hands and forcibly answered the questions by himself, just because he was the original atroika of the Pitch Black Academy?

I'm afraid not!

The smile on Fang Yi's face gradually faded.

He clenched the seemingly ordinary old staff in his hand, trying to imitate Guangmu's expression of not entering, trying to hide his true emotions.

Zhang Guangmu didn't care what he thought, he just gently waved the Xiuqi staff in his hand, which was like a fast child: "What classmate Fang Yi said is right. ”

"The energy core of the staff is the magic stone gravel embedded in it."

Speaking of which, in the theory classroom, a little black flame looms.

The staffs in the palms of the beginners seemed to be pulled by invisible forces, and they came out one after another, floating in the sky not far from them.

It is worth mentioning ......

Fang Yi, a young man who desperately wanted to hold his old staff, was even dragged and hung in the air.

Zhang Guangmu looked at Fang Yi, whose face was flushed and his forehead was bruised, and said unhurriedly: "You must be clearly and profoundly aware of this—the staff inlaid with the Demon Treasure Stone is everything to a Demon Hunter!" ”

"Demon stone gravel is the source of mana."

"Without it, witch hunters are nothing!"

"Fang Yi plus ten points."

"For the others, one point will be deducted."

A sparse sigh sounded in the crowd, but the freshmen did not dare to complain in front of Zhang Guangmu.

"But, be careful!"

Zhang Guangmu's words changed sharply, and immediately attracted the attention of the apprentices: "The Demon Stone Gravel will give you strength, and it will also erode your mind and make you demonic!" ”

"The more you use the Magic Staff, the more susceptible you become."

"Frequent witchcraft will lead to the pollution of one's own spirituality and demonic degeneration, and relying on the staff, the [demonic personality] will be born."

Zhang Guangmu said in a brisk tone: "The demonic fall of the Azure Academy is a loss of humanity. ”

"Without exception, they will carry out live experiments, and there are not a few who choose to eat people simply because they are too lazy to go out and buy food."

The novice ones looked terrified, almost instinctively distancing themselves from the young men in the blue robes.

As if he hadn't seen this scene, Zhang Guangmu said to himself: "The demons of the Crimson Academy are reckless and empty-eyed—they often die tragically at the hands of powerful monsters. ”

"The demonic fall of the Golden Academy is an irrepressible jealousy."

"It's not uncommon for a friend to be backstabbed because they're better than you."

"A word of advice to those students who are obviously relieved - don't feel like a waste, you won't be stabbed in the back."

"Appearance, talent, courage, open-minded attitude to life, family background, combat effectiveness, homework performance ......"

"For the fallen Golden Demon Hunters, as long as you are alive, they will always find a 'stronger place than themselves' from you."

"And the demon of the Dark Academy ......"

Speaking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Guangmu's lips: "I call it [Coward Syndrome]." ”

"Many grotesque delusions of victimization will follow you."

"And most of these delusions will be refined and turned true through distracting thoughts and the power of demonic refinement."

"Drowned, self-immolated, struck by lightning, besieged by friends and family, murdered by someone......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Guangmu waved the Xiuqi staff in his hand, and the wands belonging to the beginners fell back into their palms.

And Fang Yi, who had been hanging in the air for a while, finally landed on the ground.

The next moment, the staff in Zhang Guangmu's hand vibrated slightly.

The pitch-black black flame flowed out from the tip of the staff, not only wrapping around Zhang Guangmu's body, making him look like a demon, but also condensing a text in front of everyone's eyes.

This time, not only the text, but even a dubbing was added.

The timbre characteristics of this dubbing are almost exactly the same as Zhang Guangmu's, but the tone is completely different.

"I remembered!"

Zhang Guangmu's voice showed a bit of madness: "My way to die is ......"

"Because of the power of the Demon Spirit, not only did I fail to fulfill my duties as the dean of the Pitch Black Academy and the professor of the Demon Theory Course, but I personally killed all the new students this year!"

"After that, I was killed by the headmaster and the deans of the other three major colleges!"

What does it mean to combine theory with practice?

That's it!

The beginners who were shrouded in killing intent suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Fang Yi, who was the first to react, had a pounding heart, and his breathing became short: "Run!" Run away, everyone! ”

"Dean Zhang Guangmu has been devoured by the staff, and he has completely fallen into the devil!"

He ...... I'm going to kill us all! ”

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