A familiar circle of purple ring-shaped ribbons appeared in the eyes of all the students present, it was so huge, so soft, so ethereal.

Deborata watched as the Möbius Ring slowly emerged and expanded rapidly, until it was centered on Rogus and completely surrounded all the students of the other academy who were ready to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Hilmi Academy.

Many of the students' postures trembled a little, and the unconcealed panic and fear in their eyes behind their masks were transmitted back and forth between the companions beside them.

Because they suddenly found that they couldn't run away.

In particular, the constantly rising magic power in Rutgers's body seemed to be condensed into substance, like an invisible giant hand tightly holding everyone's body and mind, so that the students who came to encircle and suppress Hilmy Academy couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Rescue the Chief !!"

A high-pitched cry of strength and determination from the students of the Rokoma Academy suddenly cut through the silence of fear.

Immediately, several more passionate and determined voices sounded one by one.

"He can oppress us! But we must not give our hearts and spirits! ”

"For the grade! For freedom! For the future of St. Herte! ”

"Fellow Men of the Moloster Academy! Avenge the Chief! ”

"Bet on everything! Sacrifice is value! Come on!!! ”

The shouts were overwhelming, sweeping the whole world like a tsunami, as if every corner was filled with this fierce and roaring energy.

Immediately, the brave student's body tensed, surrounded by magic power, and his steps were firm and powerful, and his posture was full of determination to go and go home.

Others chose to keep their distance, and flames, icicles, lightning, or other elemental powers erupted along with the spells they chanted.

At the same time, there were also a small number of students who focused on spiritual power looking at Rogus with deep eyes, causing Rogus's eyes to constantly jump out of the prompt box of being attacked by illusions, psychic interference, and the like.

The sound of incantations lingered in the air, some low and steady, some hoarse and high-pitched, and the sound of the spell trembling through the air, and the sound of resolute footsteps, formed a symphony of sounds, and at the same time, the surrounding time turned into a furnace of magic.

Rogers looked at this exciting scene, and his heart was excited, and he felt an urge to join in.

However, the only thing that is a pity is that this moving wave is coming at him.

"I have not come to bring peace to the earth, but to the sword soldiers on the earth."

In addition to using ordinary language to link to occult language to directly and instantly achieve the effect of the spell, the language in the sacrificial text can also be used to enhance the effectiveness of spell casting.

And these two effects can be superimposed.

Finally, coupled with the "turning" rotation of the spiral sword in the magic guide book, several magic streamers that originally pointed to Rogus were all directed at the students who were casting spiritual spells against Rogers.

Some of them tried to dodge, some struggled to resist, and some were simply expelled from the race.

After the initial excitement subsided, and many people saw that Rogers was safe and sound, and could even manipulate such a large number of spells, a small number of students had already shown confused eyes and helpless movements.

There were also many students with fighting spirit who were thinking about whether to continue casting spells, and they suddenly found that their spells could still exist and wreak havoc everywhere without their own magic power supply.

The spells shuttled back and forth, fiery tongues of fire licking their surroundings, and the chill of the ice picks overflowing; A roar of thunder shook the space.

Several brilliant streamers intertwined, accompanied by a scream that broke through the air, weaving a brilliant and deadly net.

The huge magic accumulated over a long period of time in the magic book, the incomparably rich elemental torrent in the back mountain, and the friendship and help of many students in front of him made Rogus paint the scene in front of him.

With the first shout, Rokoma Academy's Mynoel was wrapped around a shield made of the wind, Burst Essence in his hand, trying to keep closing in on Rogus in the deadly web of magic and spells.

The wooden mask on his face had cracked at some point, the academy uniform on his body looked rather embarrassed, and his curly brown hair tied up by leather ropes was covered with dust.

But even so, his posture is still tall and firm, his eyes are sharp and resolute, his steps are steady and sonorous, and he pushes forward without fear.

Neither the elemental torrent around him nor the spikes rising abruptly under his feet could stop his heavy determination.

"As long as you can attack Rogers, as long as you can attack him......"

As one of his companions fell and dissipated, Mynoel's eyes stared at Rogers, repeating the same phrase in his mind.

Perhaps fate was taunting him, and in the next second, an ice pick pierced through his wind shield and pierced his right shoulder, even growing a pile of ice on his shoulder, deep into his flesh.

Although the pain and injuries almost made him unable to move, he gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet with the determination to get back from nowhere.

His palms clenched the bursting crystals, and his blood-drenched fingers still insisted on the operation of their strength.

After a low, determined roar, his steps were unsteady, but each step was forward, and he charged in the direction of Rogus without hesitation.

Most of the students around them were stunned and stunned when they saw Mineor's posture, but then many of them seemed to be inspired by this scene, and rushed towards Rogers on the rock-like branches that gradually cracked and tumbled.

Everyone knew that only by getting close to Rogus and surrounding him in sheer numbers, so that he had no chance of manipulating the spell, could he use the siege to win the victory.

"Interesting, that classmate, it seems that he is here to save you." Rogers' eyes were naturally attracted by a series of actions from Minor, and he whispered to Deborata beside him.

Deborata's throat rolled, and she knew what was happening behind her, the undulating cries, the constantly changing and tumbling air currents, and even the occasional sputter of gravel and dust, all conveyed to her the scenery behind her with great clarity.

But she could only swallow her saliva, she didn't dare to turn her head, she didn't even dare to confide a word, just because of the silver-haired boy who was pressing her shoulder on her side.

"What to do? What should he do? What will he do to come to me? Ah, it's been a long time since I've had such a momentary expectation. ”

Curiosity gradually appeared on Rogers' face, and in his eyes, after being stabbed in the right shoulder, his left foot was also pierced by the ground, and his waist was soon covered with a large scorch mark that was still billowing with green smoke.

But all this didn't seem to diminish the other party's determination to move on, and even the many Hilmi Academy students who were watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but start cheering for Myno in their hearts.

In an instant, several magical rays of healing shone on Mynoel's body, and several students burst out with the last of their magic power before exiting, throwing them all at Mynoel.

Scars appeared on Mynoel's body, and then they recovered, and in this cycle, the world seemed to become quieter and quieter.

When the curse had dissipated and no more shouts were heard, McNoll limped and gradually came to Rogers.

Behind it was only a ruin, deserted.

"Miracle, Deborata, it's a miracle of bonding!" A pleasant smile broke into the corners of Rutgers' mouth, and he said in a rather satisfied tone to Deborata beside him, "Congratulations, with this drama alone, I have decided that you two can stay in ......"

"Tyrannical Demon King! Now it's time for you to get out of the game! ”

Rogers' words of generosity were interrupted by a loud shout from Minor, who summoned all the magic power he had left, and suddenly waved his arm, thrusting the burst essence crystal in his palm into Rogers' eyes.

There was no explosion as expected, and McNoel's palm was half a meter in front of Rogers, and he could no longer advance.

Several tiny Möbius rings silently wrapped around the burst crystal, continuously dissipating their power until it dissolved into powder in silence.

"Be careful, if this gadget is not handled properly, even the silver high-level may be seriously injured by it if he is not careful." Rogers admonished the stunned Minor in a concerned tone.

Immediately, he raised his hand and stretched his body, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then turned and walked in the direction of Alina and Rufia, and the giant Möbius ring also dissipated in an instant.

A flash of indignation burned in Mynoor's eyes, his throat dilated, and he let out an excited, low roar, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Quiet." Rogers turned his head slightly, looking sideways at Mynoel, who was about to continue charging at him, and when the power of the spell magic forced him to silence, he turned back and continued to walk away without hurry.

Mynoll stared at Rogers' back, his face full of unwillingness, but his already bruised body made him fall to the ground weakly.

Deborata didn't dare to move her stiff body until Rogers's fading form completely disappeared from her eyes, and she looked at Mynor on the ground, silently running a healing spell.

……

Rogers and Rufia followed Alina through a labyrinth, and with the breeze blowing, they stepped over branches and across suspension bridges.

"When will I learn this magic skill?" Rufia said wistfully, recalling that Rogus had just cast the spell.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Rogus told Rufia about the magic of spells, and Alina occasionally helped to add a few words.

Although Rufia knew that the time to actually learn spell magic would probably be when she got out of school, she still listened and remembered it with relish.

After a while, Alina led the two behind her across a narrow drawbridge to a large tree whose width was incalculable, and said to Rogers, "This should be it." ”

Rogers took a few steps forward, reached out and stroked the trunk of the big tree, carefully rubbed the rough bark a few times, and after probing to no avail, he looked at Rufia: "Feel the feeling carefully, where is the power of the sleepless country remaining?" ”

In addition to the various trial tasks arranged by the school, there are also the great magicians or sages of St. Helte who will come here to bury some "treasures" on a whim.

The opportunity Rutgers is looking for is one of the three "sage treasures" under the mountain.

The threshold for perceiving this treasure is a little high, at least at the level of silver and about to be promoted, it is possible to detect the abnormalities here, and the treasure hunter's comprehension and ability to grasp the basic four elements must also have an extremely solid foundation.

Neither of these two requirements can be met by Rutgers.

But when the sage buried the treasure, he used the power of the Sleepless Country to open up a space, which is why Rogers would lead Rufia here.

"I'll try." Rufia nodded slightly, and instead of stroking the trunk like Rogers, she closed her eyes as if she wanted to take a nap on the spot.

It was a moment before she raised her hand to the place where Rogers had been touching.

Countless brilliant magical runes flowed from Rufia's hands, and they bloomed with dazzling light, constantly combining and changing and reflecting each other until they merged into a circular door.

"Alright, you wait for me, you should be able to come out soon." Rogers gave Rufia a grateful look, and stepped through the door.

Behind the door is a fantasy in which Rogers takes on the role of an ancient city-state general, constantly making choices such as whether to loot the people's savings or open the family coffers to make philanthropic policies; Do you want to use your invincible power unscrupulously for profit, or use your power to benefit the kingdom......

In addition to being able to see at a glance the choice between good and evil, there are also problems similar to the tram puzzle, but for Rogers, who can directly copy the answers, these do not cost him the slightest brain effort.

"If I conquer everything brutally by my own brute force alone, then my soul will be discordant, because if I can do this, why can't others?"

Rogers finally stood in a blank space, facing the blurred old man in front of him, and answered a question similar to the Ring of Gageth.

The sages of both the Golden and Silver Ages were extremely resistant to tyrants, and as long as they answered according to their wishes, there would be nothing wrong with them.

"You are a smart child, and I hope that when you get this power, you can always think like this to be vigilant."

After the old voice faded, Rogus unconsciously returned to the side of Alina and Rufia who were waiting outside the door.

Earth, wind, water, and fire symbolize the four modes of existence that make up the world: tangible and qualitative, intangible and intangible, intangible and substantial, and tangible and insubstantial.

Rogers lowered his eyes and looked at the four streamers flowing in his palm, thinking that instead of directly using his magic power to cultivate into a low-level realm, maybe he could think of some more ways to expand.

For example, if the divinity left over from the spirit of the game can be incorporated, it may have unexpected benefits, after all, one of the most important symbols in the game is the "rules".

Once they got their hands on the most important thing of the trip, Rogers, Alina, and Rufia began to do the trials as they wished, but more often than not, they were strolling through the rare jungle scenery.

As the sun gradually sank in the west, the colors of the forest began to soften and warm, and before twilight completely fell, all the second-year students were sent out of the back mountain.

Outside the north gate, Alice sees Rogers and excitedly tells him that she has successfully completed the level, fulfilled her promise, and got the props.

Rogers congratulated him with a sincere look, and then returned to his cabin to study what he had learned.

In the days that followed, Hillmy Academy won the first place in the competition without any suspense, and the number of credits stored by the students in the Rutgers Club also ushered in a wave of skyrocketing again, and even many students submitted applications to try to join the Rutgers Club.

Rogers left it all to Derick, who had no interest in the trivialities, as long as he had a steady stream of credits coming into his account.

After that, he began to teach regularly, study the field, perfect spell magic, and study with professors.

Alice then left the school alone, and Rogers knew that during this time there was a small calamity in the north that only the Holy Maiden's perk could completely eradicate.

He had expected Vice Chancellor Avery to ask him to work with the Holy Maiden to solve the problem again, but the Vice Chancellor did not bother him again this time.

As the climate cooled down, Rogers learned that Professor Curley had succeeded in creating a third version of a low-cost, high-quality wand.

In Professor Curly's underground cavern studio, Rogersmo held the slender wand in front of him, and his mouth continued to praise Professor Curly.

If he uses this wand to teach spell magic to first-year students, I don't know if the [Enlightenment Bonus] can evolve directly with this merit.

If you can evolve successfully, then you will have two miracles and a companion bonus, and you will really have a minimum life guarantee and can wander around.

There is no longer a need to be terrified and cautious after leaving the protection of the family and St. Herte, for fear that one of them will be murdered or the identity of the Chosen One will be exposed.

(End of chapter)