The heart of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos.

In that huge council chamber, the deep power and heavy historical brilliance reflected silently wrapped every corner.

The sound in the hall seemed to be cut off by the changes on the screen, and it was eerily quiet.

On the screen, the classroom that had been harmonious just a few minutes ago has become like a colosseum in purgatory.

There were eerie blood stains running from every corner of the classroom, and there were clearly cut utensils and broken desks and cabinets.

And in the center of the field of vision, Ranchi still looks like nothing has happened, with a friendly smile on his face.

He's helping the teachers who came to collect the students.

"Good work."

Putting a student in the classroom onto the transport vehicle, Ranch waved to the teacher in charge of the rescue.

“……”

The teacher who rescued was not good at what to evaluate and hurried away.

He'd never seen this before.

Dozens of dying students inside and out.

It takes several trips just to get lucky.

Kill him more, and the hospital won't be able to live!

If the time comes for the seriously injured students to be handed over to the public hospital in the imperial capital of Herrom, I am afraid that a bunch of news media will report on the large-scale campus terrorist attack at the Royal Academy of Magic and Wizardry of Protos.

And how the hell is this man able to help send these students on stretchers like enthusiastic residents passing by, aren't you the mastermind?!

At the same time, on the other end of the screen, at the conference table.

“……”

"How many students did you kill him this time?"

Not only in the classroom, but even the students who were still sprinting in the direction of the classroom before, with hostility but not yet breaking in, collided with the old man who chased him out of the door, and was identified by the old man as a little beast full of malice.

The corridors of the entire assessment area are now quite dangerous.

Anyone who dares to skip class and wander in the corridor may be cut down by the old man.

You can see it from the split screen.

The Broken Corpse Grim Reaper has returned for a limited time, and he has gone crazy.

It is estimated that it is destined to become a terrifying legend on the monthly examination day of Protos Academy in the future.

And Zestyla's bounty on the sign is slowly rising.

It took less than 10 minutes for the exam to start.

The bounty soared to 309,820.

"Visually, more than eighty students have fallen within their judgment range."

The more students you beat in the same assessment, the more difficult it is to do so, and the 1% increase in the total bounty for each student defeated is multiplied independently.

"If Rocky McCarthy is allowed to kill again, it is possible that his 20% alone is expected to exceed 100,000 credits."

"When the class is over, the other students come out of the classroom and see the numbers on the bulletin board, and even if they don't know what's going on, they're scared."

"I'm kind of thinking about Azestilla."

"It's too late."

You can only bet before the start of the exam.

"Damn it......"

There are also people whose expressions gradually change from arrogance and banter to anger.

It's always been them who control the situation and treat it like a game of crickets.

How dare a servant in the examination room overturn their wishes so calmly?

"There's no way I'm going to let him go through any more classrooms."

Accompanied by an arrogant male voice, the magic circle on the table flickered again.

“……”

Anyone knows that this guy is optimistic that the student in the middle of the game was easily sent out by Lanqi, and he didn't even see Lanqi in person.

He just spent more credit points on his own now, and he wouldn't make Lanch feel better.

"Can't afford to play, can you?"

"So what? I don't want him to win, so that his demon master can get so many credits, wouldn't it step on our heads? ”

In the voice, all kinds of interference triggered by the chief student's authority were fed back into the assessment area.

Only on one side of the round table, the first Duchess of Clores, who had been closing her eyes and recuperating, did not say a word.

"Rocky McCarthy ......"

Loris muttered the name.

She had known for a long time that this guy was not on the same level as the other students.

I'm afraid that the students in those assessment areas are not even enough for him to use magic cards.

There is basically nothing wrong with being favored and recommended by Xi Duo at this point in time.

Could he be one of the key figures in changing the landscape of the Protos Empire? Even if it's just a little bit.

Colorise looked at the screen, no expression on her face.

Now the contradictions between Protos and the northern countries seem to be the general trend of historical accumulation, and everything is too natural to be natural, but what is really behind the empire is a group of ghosts that cannot see the shadow.

They don't know where they came from, they don't know what their ultimate purpose is, and they can't even prove their existence.

The only thing that is certain is that there are many unseen hands guiding something.

Perhaps in the near future, the mysterious wind direction will sweep across the entire north and south continents, and it will continue to interlock, spread, and erupt until further north of the large northern kingdoms, the ecclesiastical forces that even the Resurrection Church is unwilling to provoke, the ancient races that have slept in the glacier for tens of thousands of years, and the legendary creatures of the barren lands have all dragged into the battlefield.

The Protos Empire, as a large kingdom on the tip of the northern continent, was only a fuse.

Even the southern continent on the far coast of the sea is not immune.

If a godly calamity comes, no matter how many points the dice of fate rolls, everything will be over.

The eighth-order supreme power of the human race and the accumulated national power should never be depleted by each other for some stupid reasons.

She perked up a little and looked into the distance of the round table.

Others still don't seem to be bullish on Rocky McCarthy.

"After all, there is a limit to personal ability, and there will be no second chance like this, let's see how he takes this credit out of the examination room."

Hear their voices.

Loris chuckled softly.

"Coloris, you think it's ridiculous, don't you?"

One of the chief students noticed Rolles' reaction and looked over, his eyes full of desire for power and obsession with control.

"Yes, continue to work hard to block him, let him show the prototype quickly."

She said with a friendly smile.

Whoever interferes will have an announcement like a public announcement, which is equivalent to the real-name sponsorship of the interferer.

Anyway, it wasn't her who suffered.

……

Protos Royal Academy of Magic South District.

After the Demon Beast cultivation classroom was cleaned and emptied, nearly an hour and a half passed peacefully.

After the old man chased him out, Lanch changed the symbol on the door number again seamlessly.

Afterwards, Ranch and Zestyra stayed in the classroom, playing with the monsters like zookeepers, feeding them from time to time.

"Teacher, how are we going to get through the time?"

The ease with it made Zestyla wonder if they were playing at a zoo or an animal-themed coffee shop, or if they were on a dangerous chase.

There are also four lessons, which are too long.

I am afraid that the same method will not work a second time, and after the first class, some powerful students may come as a second wave of hunters.

However.

After hearing this, Lan Qi just sat on the sofa chair, raised his glass, and raised his head to take a sip calmly, not in the slightest disturbed by the vibrant demonic beasts behind him.

"It's going to be over."

He said with a smile.

“？”

This look of conviction, Zestila inexplicably felt like she was about to see Lanchi's victory settlement animation.

(End of chapter)