Russell's brows furrowed slightly, and he asked tentatively:

"This research institute or secret base, which does not appear in any public files, should be a secret of the World Occult Council, right?"

"Yes." The clown didn't shy away from it at all, "This secret research institute is directly subordinate to the Supreme Council, and 001 will be patronized from time to time. The Institute itself is a powerful supernatural object that can not only fly at an altitude of thousands of meters, but also activate pre-set rules. ”

"These should be very important secrets, just tell me directly, don't you expect me to leave alive?" Russell's tone grew colder.

I'm the protagonist, and the more I put myself to death, the more I can get away with it!

The wind chimes that took one after another into their bodies waved at the clown and many guards:

"Wait, wait, wait, we don't want to know any secrets!

"Can we actively undergo hypnosis, erase all memories of this building, and get out of here safely?"

Russell dismissed the wind chimes' proposal:

"I don't trust their hypnotism of me. Who knows if they'll take the opportunity to do something? And they won't accept it - erased memories are not completely impossible to recover, and only the dead who are scattered will never speak. ”

The corner of the clown's mouth still has a cynical smile:

"Very smart, Brother Russell. Since amnestics are unreliable, what do you want? ”

Russell strode forward, the young man was thin and thin, but his eyes were determined and resolute:

"My request is—

"I'm going to leave this secret institute with all my memories intact and return to the International Academy of Legality and Occultism.

"All the curses and petrification effects I left behind can be lifted without causing permanent damage to the victim.

"I have the right to tell the Academy that the Joker colluded with the High Council to steal the Academy's knowledge scrolls, and that he had set up a spatial door to the outside world in the Academy in violation of the rules.

"I also have the right to make some of the dark sides I see in the M3 Institute public."

Bluebeard's eyes were about to fall out of his sockets, and he could barely believe his ears, unable to imagine that the boy in front of him would make such a condition.

This is a provocation, right?

"Give me a reason to accept the above conditions." The clown shrugged, "Always remember that standing across from you is a representative of the entire supernatural world. ”

"My reason is......" Russell seemed to go back to two years ago - at that time, when he had just set foot in the academy, in the face of Young Master Bai and his younger brother's bullying of Black Feather, he argued with clear logic to argue the unreasonableness of the White Wolf Club's initiation ceremony.

Every word he spat out was sonorous:

"What I will tell others is the truth, and telling the truth should be allowed.

"I'm reporting thieves, and thieves deserve to be punished – whether they're roadside thieves or bureaucrats at the pinnacle of the world.

"Most importantly, I have not committed any sins that should be atonerated with my life, so of course I have the right to live.

"If there is a man whose demands are justified, then those demands should not be denied – whether on the other side of the negotiating table are desperate beggars, or the Supreme Council itself!"

Hundreds of guards surrounded Russell in a semicircle, taking a fighting stance, pointing their wands, staffs, rings, and guns at the slightly thin boy in front of him.

Bluebeard's mustache cocked in anger.

The clown bent over and laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"Well said, boy!" The demon in his heart was moved by Russell's emotional words and praised him again and again.

As a demon driven by the desire for justice, Russell said the most unrefusable line for Wang Xiaoming.

Feeling the instantly frozen atmosphere and the magic weapon pointing at him, Russell breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The contradictions have intensified completely.

That's what you want!

Saying what others dare not say, doing what others dare not do, making enemies of the most powerful and invincible opponents, and putting them to death and resurrection, this is what the protagonist should do!

Bang bang.

The clown stopped laughing and clapped softly:

"Well, that's great, in that case, I'll give you a chance.

"We follow the rules of many of the Academy's students when it comes to solving problems, as well as the oldest traditions, and have a one-on-one magical duel. You are necromancy and life, so you can get your contract spirit together.

"Defeat me, and then you can leave here!"

As he spoke, the clown waved his hand lightly, signaling the guards surrounding Russell to retreat.

"What?" Bluebeard was surprised, but did not dare to dissuade the moody boss, and desperately gestured to the clown, but was ignored.

The clown raised his hand and showed Russell the ring on his left index finger:

"You came in through the door of space through the secret door of the Academy Villa, right? You should have discovered that the door to space is one-way to you, allowing you to enter the endless corridor and eventually come here, without turning back.

"To return to the academy's villa, you'll need this ring on my left hand. I can use it to open a spatial door in the M3 Institute, a spatial tunnel that connects to the secret door of the Academy Villa, allowing you to return. ”

Russell raised his eyebrows slightly:

"In other words, as long as the door to the space in your villa has not been discovered, intruders ordered by the Supreme Council can enter the academy from here at any time and bypass the protective barrier on the outer edge of the High Court. It's really an interesting arrangement. ”

The clown shrugged with a smile and approved of Russell's claim.

"So, let's start the showdown."

Russell strode forward, and the phantoms of three spirits appeared at his side.

……

Endless promenade space.

Lines and rows of blood-colored runes solidified in the air, shook for a moment, and shattered one after another.

As one of the few legendary people standing at the pinnacle of the entire supernatural world, the old headmaster directly shattered all the rules with his own power.

The undead woman, who is the guardian of the Endless Corridor, is now surrounded by several teachers, Mr. Old Headmaster, Clara, and Subway, waving her hand in horror:

"I'm just a transcendent creature created by the power of the rules of the Endless Corridor, and I don't know the questions you ask......

"Yes, yes, there is indeed a good-looking boy who has come to this corridor just now, and he has already cleared the customs and gone to the deeper space......

"You've all cleared the customs, I can send you off now!

"I really don't know where the Endless Corridor will lead after clearing the level, and I don't know who created me and this Endless Corridor space, I will only act according to the rules of this space."

The old headmaster looked sideways at the broken blood-colored rule words on his side, and sighed in an old voice:

"It's okay, I know.

"A very powerful force of order, even a fourth-year powerhouse, must abide by the rules of the corridor, and if you are not careful, you may stay here forever.

"There is only one person in this world who can set such high personal rules......"

The old headmaster's words stopped, and Black Amber and the other teachers were silent at the same time, and silence filled the air until Subway asked:

"What are you talking about...... 001？ ”

Inside the M3 Institute, the guards stepped back one after another, getting out of the way, and letting the clown walk towards Russell.

Looking at the young man who was emitting a faint blue glow in his hand and had three spirit phantoms on his side, the clown smiled and said:

"Before our fight began, I would like to remind you that I have never used my full strength in the academy.

"According to the criteria you like to evaluate combat power, my strength should be ...... Uh, late fourth grade! He is also the strongest of all the fourth-year students in the college. ”

Russell nodded slightly.

"If it's a one-on-one magic duel, then you can't use the power of Mr. Demon King?" Wind Chimes uses the contractual connection to ask Russell in a psychic communication.

Russell didn't answer, just poured the blood-red potion into his mouth.

The blazing secret blood elixir entered his abdomen, Russell felt as if there was a flame burning in his body, and his spirituality was rising steadily, reaching the peak of the late third grade in an instant, and after a short hesitation in front of the bottleneck, he broke through again, barely stepping into the level of a half-step fourth grade.

Looking at Russell, whose complexion had become ruddy and his aura had swelled a lot, the clown still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and took out an MP3 from his pocket:

"As a student of the High School, you should know that Transfiguration can transform one thing into another, and the closer you are to each other, the easier it will be.

"Let's say it's an MP3 ......"

With a flick of the clown's wrist, the MP3 burst out with brilliant light, and the volume became larger, turning into an MP4 that was close to the size of a palm.

Joker: What is this for? Russell squinted slightly, wary of the Joker's movements.

The next moment, the clown threw the MP4 in his hand into the air, and the MP4 burst out in the air again with a deformed brilliance, and a submachine gun with a caliber of 9 mm and a total length of 680 mm fell into the clown's hand.

"So it becomes an MP5 submachine gun."

Dada

The moment the words fell, the clown had already shot Russell.

The submachine gun had a faint glow on it, apparently enchanted, and every bullet in the air emitted an enchanted glow that would destroy even a disembodied ghost.

"What the hell? Can an Mp4 be turned into an MP5 submachine gun? That's weird, isn't it? The wind chime couldn't help but complain loudly, but the body still honestly followed Russell's mental commands, and split one ghost after another to pounce on the clown.

Bang bang.

One by one, the ghost splitting souls that served as cover were hit by fluorescent bullets, and the souls flew away, and the surging soul wave swept through the entire hall like a violent wind.

Russell, under the cover of the split soul, used the extraordinary agility of the third-year powerhouse to roll and dodge, dodging the first wave of shots.

"It's a hassle when teleportation and illusion are banned." Russell muttered to himself.

A handful of bullets hit the ground and sinked into the floor, a thick and hard floor that had been clearly enhanced by magic, as if it had been a long time ago, rapidly decaying and softening, and it was impossible to imagine what would happen to the bullets when they hit the human body.

As Russell dodged the bullet, the Sanddemon pounced, pale spirit claws clawing at the clown.

And the head sculptor, who looked like a snake-haired Medusa head, also opened his eyes, and there were emerald-colored flames churning in his eyes.

The clown chuckled and threw the MP5 on the ground, his right hand reaching out and holding it in front of him, turning his wrist slightly.

I only heard a bang, and in a cloud of mist, the spirit that looked like Medusa's head turned into a small emerald green snake and fell to the ground with a thud.

And the sleeping demon, who originally pounced on the clown, turned into a storybook in the clouds and fell to the ground, with a terrifying monster pattern painted on the cover, entitled "The Scariest Bedtime Story - Leaving a Shadow for a Child's Life".

The body of the wind chime and more than a dozen sub-souls also turned into ghost rag dolls in the thumping sound, and they lost their ability to move.

Crowd transformation!

At the same time, Russell is dragged by a phone with airplane mode turned on and quickly turns behind the clown.

This multi-target group deformation is relatively easy to resist, and Russell forcibly exempted himself from the past by relying on his temporarily promoted personality, and he was not transformed!

I saw a pitch-black ray shoot out from the boy's fingertips, heading towards the back of the clown's heart.

Exhaustion Ray!

There is a realm gap between the two sides, and Russell does not think that his death ray can kill the Joker, so he can only settle for the next best thing and choose the means to weaken the other party.

The Joker has just finished unleashing a powerful spell and is in a short casting buffer period and is unable to cast the most powerful spell!

The clown, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth, sensed the threat coming from behind him, and didn't even turn around, just pulled a handkerchief from the tuxedo jacket pocket and threw it behind him.

With the snapping of the clown's fingers, the snow-white handkerchief quickly grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, it became a snow-white wall two meters high and seven or eight meters long.

The pitch-black rays fell on the walls, only causing the white walls to show large black signs of decay and festering, failing to penetrate the walls.

Exhaustion rays are almost ineffective against non-living beings!

Russell immediately understood what the clown had done -

Instead of turning a sherpa into a wall, he turned a wall somewhere into a handkerchief and stuffed it in his jacket pocket ahead of time, waiting for a quick spell when needed.

Behind the snow-white walls, the clown explains his abilities in the dark and full of the posture of a narrator:

"You've probably heard that the core of the fourth-year major in the Transfiguration and Transformation Department is enchantment. But that's not really an important ability, and the most important thing is that in the fourth year, after combining the principles of enchantment, the transformation magic will be fully enhanced.

"For example, you can transform other creatures, such as greatly increasing the duration of the transformation, or even permanent, and for example, ......"

The clown raises his left hand and gently strokes the unmasked half of his cheek, using his ability to transform himself.

Became the most powerful man he had ever seen.

On the other side of the wall, Russell lifted his right leg and kicked it towards the wall in front of him.

The space seemed to be torn apart, and the silver-white invisible dimensional blade was directly kicked out by Russell.

This is the Dimensional Slash from the Dimensional Ring!

The heavy wall was cut in half, and the clown behind the wall was still frozen in the moment when his left hand stroked his cheek.

Plopped, and the clown's upper body fell to the ground.

He was cut off by Russell.

Although this kind of halving will not make the opponent really die, it does have a certain amount of substantial damage, which will undoubtedly greatly weaken the combat effectiveness of the target.

Russell's eyes welled up with a little joy.

Almost at the same time, the main body of the wind chime, which had just been turned into a rag doll and lost its mobility, finally broke free from the shackles of transformation by relying on its third-grade personality, and in the thud and mist, it changed back to the original form of a ghost girl.

It's just a pity that the dozen or so split souls and the other two contract spirits can't break free from the shackles of the new form, and I'm afraid they will have to maintain their transformation form for a long time.

Great, the wind chimes have also changed back, so there is another combat power...... As soon as this thought crossed Russell's mind, he saw a faint glimmer emanating from the clown who had been cut in half.

The clown's skin quickly changes color, turning into a material that is almost like wood.

The one that was cut in two on the ground was no longer a clown, but a wooden alchemy puppet, the kind that could be bought in the trading area of the academy's official website.

The alchemy puppet, which has changed back to its original appearance, automatically issued an advertising message:

"The White Wolf Club franchises online store, and the latest enchantment concentrated sulfuric acid is launched, which easily melts steel! Gagged the alchemy puppet to cancel the personalized advertising service. ”

I bought it at the White Wolf Club online store!

In the pocket of the pants of this alchemy doll, dressed in a tuxedo and cut off by the waist, a miniature version of the clown slowly flew out.

Shrinkage!

Russell immediately understood that the clown who had fought against him before was not the main body at all, but an alchemy puppet who had been turned into his own appearance by the clown. The real clown shrunk and hid in the fake clown's pocket.

The miniature clown floats in the air and once again raises his left hand and strokes his left cheek.

I saw that the mini clown's body suddenly burst out with a faint light, expanding rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, this light man grew to nearly 1.9 meters, turning into a tall man with a cane.

The Joker transforms himself into the most powerful transcendent he's ever seen—

001！

Although it is not known what creature the clown has transformed into, Russell has already pounced forward the moment the pocket clown appeared.

"It's now, Mr. Wang Xiaoming!"

Russell's left chest, which was almost in front of the clown, appeared as a swirling red vortex, and a stout, swarthy black arm stretched out.

The Demon King's right claw gripped directly at the clown, and the claw burned with crimson abyssal fire.

(End of chapter)