Demisore Academy of Magic, the most famous and oldest magical academy in the Kingdom of Fiore.

But few people know that once upon a time, Demisol College had another name, Mildian College.

Four hundred years later, even mighty dragons have been nearly extinct, and this ancient academy should have been sealed in the wreckage of history, but to this day, it still survives tenaciously, all thanks to one man, one of the greatest dark mages ever seen in the wizarding world, Jelf.

As a child, Jelf studied magic here, and was hailed as the most outstanding genius of all time because of his excellent grades, theory, research, and magic far beyond ordinary people.

Whether it's the paradise system that resurrects people or the solar eclipse that travels through time and space, it's all his masterpiece when he was studying at this academy.

Of course, these masterpieces have nothing to do with the academy itself, the only role of this academy is to give Jelf the opportunity to learn magic, and then watch him grow all the way, touch the border between life and death, and finally witness him being cursed by the gods and taking the lives of all the teachers and students of the academy.

After that, it was abandoned for a long time.

Until one day, a group of people who were looking for ancient magic found this place, and they were so happy to find the magic books left here, so they rebuilt the academy on the original ruins, recruited students, and gave the academy a new name, Demisor School of Magic.

After hundreds of years of development, the Demisor Academy of Magic has become a magic academy that many magicians yearn for, and has cultivated one talent after another. For example, of the four people who led the entrance exam this time, the other three, except Kira, had studied here.

Demisore Academy of Magic is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with monsters and monsters everywhere in the mountains, strange stones and plants in the water, and a variety of novel magic technologies interspersed between the strange-shaped buildings, giving people a high-end atmosphere and high-grade, low-key luxury and connotation feeling.

On weekdays, at this point in time, students discuss magic, and teachers study technology; There are students fighting, and the teacher guides them; There are students who work hard, and teachers help them...... They learn from each other, improve each other, and occasionally take a break to talk about love, enjoying a leisurely and leisurely secluded life.

Every year, a group of new students will enroll, and a group of old students will graduate, educating talented children for the Fiore Kingdom, and at the same time exporting excellent magicians.

But this cannot continue today!

The Hundreds of Years Academy of Magic, during the annual entrance exam, was tragically attacked by the Dark Magic Guild, the Heart of the Devil!

Rumble! Boast! Bang!

The sight is full of ruins and rubble, crumbling buildings, crumbling stone statues, gradually cold corpses, and comrades still fighting to the death, the familiar scene no longer exists, as if you are in hell;

Fighting and wailing in the ears, the clash of magic, the cries of companions, the cries of grief and desolation, the destruction that was about to sweep through the Academy, the strange laughter was endless, and everything was like a nightmare.

The magical war, full of blood and tears, allowed invisible grief and pain to permeate the originally peaceful and tranquil magic academy, nourishing the darkest hatred and hatred of human nature.

Black flames rained down from the sky like meteor showers, scattering all over the collapsed academy, smashing uneven holes in the ground, or hitting grass and trees, burning patches of ash.

The black flames seemed to obscure the sunlight overhead, and an arrogant figure laughed wildly: "Woohahaha!

Come on, come on!

I'm going to burn you all to ashes!

”

"The Flame God's Howl!"

Zancro spat out a large amount of black flames from his mouth, the flames were so hot that they could not be extinguished, mercilessly burning everything they came into contact with until only a mass of charcoal remained.

"Damn...... Why is water magic useless for these black fires?! ”

"Don't use fire magic, you'll be eaten by him, that's god-destroying magic!"

"How the hell did they break through the defensive barrier and enter the academy?"

"Hold on, you must hold on until the dean comes back! She'll save us! ”

Peng!

Before he could finish a sentence, the figure behind him knocked him out.

"It's a shame that you can't make it back for her!"

Zancro is the most arrogant and destructive of the Seven Scrolls, and after learning the god-destroying magic, he considers himself superior and treats the weak like ants: "Uh-hahaha!

！ Burn to ashes!

”

The scorching black flame appeared in Zancro's hand again, and a cruel and crazy smile appeared on his face, and after a short period of accumulation, he threw it hard, and the flames were like a natural calamity, and they attacked the people of the academy cruelly.

"The Flame God's Gakutu!"

With the name of the legendary god in charge of fire, the move named after him can be imagined.

Seeing that the trick was coming, everyone in the academy shouted: "Not good! Get out of the way!

”

But it's too late!

The power of the High Temperature Black Flame was unimaginably powerful, and it was completely incomparable to ordinary fire magic, and all the matter that stood in front of it was disintegrated and destroyed in a very short period of time, and burned to ashes.

Seeing that this fierce black flame giant beast was about to take away a young life in the next moment, the white magic array suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the mysterious runes were connected back and forth, forming a condensed magic prison, and the black flame in flight was wrapped and fixed in the air.

The people in the academy who escaped death trembled and shouted: "Gotta ...... Saved......"

"Huh? Who is it?! Zancro didn't expect his magic to be blocked like this.

As soon as the words fell, several people only felt a powerful and condensed magic force falling from the sky, like an invisible mountain weighing heavily on him, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Zancro's face changed: "Oh? Who is this sense of oppression? Could it be the dean of this college? ”

Before he could finish his sigh, Zangelo saw a huge circular magic array appear on the ground under his feet, with a radius of 5 meters, in which a bunch of magic runes that he couldn't understand were densely written, and the runes emitted a white light.

Powerful, holy, the whole magic looks like a divine trick.

But Zancro was not afraid at all, but became even more murderous: 'Lao Tzu is using god-destroying magic!'

’

Raising his right foot and stepping the ground, the ground cracked, and black flames suddenly surged all over his body, making Zancro's whole person like a flame lord who had come out of the dark hell, and then the magic gathered.

"Fire God Broadsword!

”

A powerful magic voice rang out, and the black flames formed a large knife in his hand, as if it was about to completely smash the magic cage around him.

The black flame exploded, constantly expanding outward, and the white light fell, continuing to squeeze inward; The two magics of Dark and White were like two gladiatorial bulls fighting each other, and after a brief confrontation with each other, they canceled each other out in mid-air, and a hurricane of magic erupted, blowing the surrounding area into smoke and dust, and seeing nothing.

Those who are more flexible will immediately seize the time to escape, only those teachers and students who are not at ease, or whose brains have not yet turned, are still standing in place and waiting stupidly.

After a long time, the wind dispersed, revealing two figures, an old man and a young man, standing among them.

Zancro still looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Woohehehe...... Are you the one who stands in my way? Dead old man? ”

Looking at the old figure blocking everyone's eyes, everyone in the academy who was lucky to survive exclaimed: "You...... Is it the Speaker of the Senate?! ”

"He'll give it to me, and you guys will go and support the others first!"

The voice was old and low, but it was powerful and powerful, as if it was filled with endless anger.

At this time, Gulan Doma did not have the kindness and kindness that an old man of this age should have, but his eyes were fierce and fierce.

His white beard trembled with anger, and his hair rushed to the crown with rage, and the hand that was wrapped in bandages and clutched the snake-headed wooden staff began to tremble from the exertion, and the magic power of the holy white could not be suppressed from his body, hands, and magic wand.

"Dark Guild 'Demon's Heart'...... Sinful Wizard!

The old man must kill you here today!

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