When ordinary people suffer a major impact on their inherent concepts, they will be unable to suppress anger and the desire to attack.

And these extremely negative emotions are often poured out on things, objects or people that impact their own preconceived notions.

Ruka was in this state completely, his eyes revealing a deep hatred, his eyes as black as a bottomless pit, and there was no trace of warmth to be found.

He had to completely deny Rogers in front of him, this abominable thing that deviated from his past impressions, in order to return the flawless "master".

Viredeya's eyes were completely unfocused, as if wandering over the empty and depraved wilderness, searching for an uncatchable target.

In the next moment, blasphemous runes staggered above Rogers' head, and a crown of bones and thorns rose, not magnificent, but revealing an ancient authority.

The crown with the smell of depravity reflected his handsome face, forming an inviolable majesty.

At the same time, a powerful momentum burst out from him, and an invisible shock wave spread around, causing the four of them to stagger back, subconsciously raising their hands to block the impact of the air current.

The furious sound of the wind whistled in Gorow's ears, and the dust that flew with the wind obscured his vision slightly.

He squinted his eyes, his brown hair fluttering, trying to adapt to the sudden change, quickly and steadily his thoughts, leaned forward slightly, and after finding a stable support point, he shouted to Viledya beside him:

"It should be because he was hit hard by Senior Sister Alice just now, the aura on his body is not stable, and it has not yet reached gold! Stop thinking nonsense! We need to work together to subdue him! ”

After casting a calming spell on Veredia, he quickly shouted to Miara in the wind on the other side:

"Gather the healing spell and go to the aid of Ruka later, and get that ready! You should understand what I'm talking about! ”

Goral did not let his anger rush to his head like Ruka, nor did he fall into a state of confusion like Viredia, but quickly came back to his senses, took the lead in straightening his body, facing the oppression of Rogess's momentum, and arranged the most urgent matters of the moment.

Rogers looked at Gorole's calm commanding appearance, and couldn't help but have a look of relief on his face, worthy of being his most optimistic future sage, and completely lived up to his expectations.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to praise Gorol, Ruka suddenly faced the pressure, raised his foot and stomped on the ground, accompanied by a rumbling vibration, and the surface of the ground shattered like a fan, the young swordmaster with indomitable determination, brandished his wooden sword and slashed straight towards Rogers's neck.

When the wooden sword danced in Ruka's hand, it seemed that there was an invisible force running through it, and there was a palpitating murderous aura in the swing, and the speed and momentum were so fast that Rogers couldn't help but show surprise.

Bang –

The sound of violent collision swept through, and the tip of the sword was less than half a finger's distance in front of Rogers's throat, as if it had encountered an insurmountable obstacle, and it was impossible to advance an inch.

"Is the genius idea of imprinting the sharp and cutting 'Rogus language' into it, so that it can be triggered automatically with the chop without chanting, is this also the handiwork of Gozol?"

Rogers' eyes moved downward, and he looked curiously at the composition of the wooden sword, and after evaluating it in a leisurely tone, he smiled and said:

"But why do you dare to use the magic technology I invented against me? Rukayo, such a sword can't touch me. ”

Ruka turned a deaf ear to Rogers' words, his eyes bloodshot, his expression like that of an enraged lion, and he opened his mouth to let out a loud and passionate roar, like a deafening thunder, echoing across the vast field.

With this roar, Rogers's eyes froze, and then his gaze crossed thousands of miles, as if he saw Fredek III sitting on the throne in the imperial palace.

The other had a deep smile on his face, and in his hand was a long-handled scepter that shone with golden light.

Rogers had seen a similar scepter before, and in the past in the Spell Duel event, the Third Prince had used it to unleash the Fall Bonus of the Plane genus on him.

But the scepter in Fredek III's hand was more quaint, more solemn, more noble and powerful.

Immediately afterward, Rogers noticed that the space in which he had used to hold the Rukamu sword had frozen had unbelievably loosened, and his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

A sharp roar rang out, and the blade cut through the already solid resistance, forcing Rogus to sideways to dodge the sharp blow with majestic fury.

The entry of demigod-level power made it impossible for him to be as leisurely as he was at the beginning.

"Fredeke III...... When I am accomplished, I will go to you, old thing, to collect the debts that have been accumulating since the beginning of the Scarlo gathering. Rogers' eyes narrowed slightly, and he made up his mind in his heart.

A biting chill suddenly hit his side, and the cold breath was cold and sharp, and before it could reach his skin, he felt a cold sting.

Why is there no premonition at all? How could Goruol have practiced such a masterful concealment spell?

Following the doubts that welled up in his heart, Rogers turned his head to look in the other direction, and his eyes went straight over the mountains and rivers, and he saw Vice Principal Avery standing at the top of the Sage's Tower.

The little old lady's eyes welled up with deep sorrow, and in the corners of her eyes, there was a trace of sadness, and I don't know whether to mourn Alice's fate, or to be sad about Rogess's fall.

It was as if a long time ago, the vice-chancellor clapped her hands and said that she expected herself to be the glory of St. Herte, to stand with the professors of the academy and wash away the shame of Sacrath's fall into disorder.

Perhaps at that time, the wise old lady had foreseen something?

Rogers waved his hand to dispel the frost, put aside distracting thoughts, leaned forward slightly, and appeared in front of Gorol in an instant, and said in a serious tone:

"I discovered a long time ago that for magicians, physique is a big shortcoming that cannot be ignored, you should learn from Ruka and improve your physique a little."

Before Gorol could recover from his shock, Rogers waved his staff without mercy and slashed down with great force.

"Lava!"

After a coquettish shout, sparks flew in the electric light and stone fire, and the cane slammed into the shield condensed by the lava, setting off a sizzling sound.

"The little dragon that originally needed to be protected has now learned to protect his companions, which really makes the master happy."

Rogers looked at Valedya, who was holding the magma shield, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a smile of relief, and he commented softly.

With his pressure, the shield was filled with crimson cracks in an instant, and the scorching aura became thicker and thicker.

Just as he wanted to mobilize his magic power and directly disintegrate this shield, a strange divine power surrounded him, instantly suppressing his control of magic power.

At this moment, the old man with a pure white sacrificial robe wrapped diagonally on his body and a white beard hanging down to the ground was half-closing his old eyes, ignoring the distance of thousands of miles, and indifferently looked at Rogers.

"Can be targeted by the strongest of the three major forces at the same time, is it because of the great sin of killing the Holy Maiden, or because his threat is too great? But such an honor is really rare......"

When Rogers sighed in his heart, the green tendons between Viledya's forehead, who were gritting his teeth to support him, suddenly opened his mouth and roared, and a stirring dragon groan erupted.

The roar from the Ancient Bloodline struck Rogus hard at the heart, followed by a bursting wind with Gorol's spell, sending Rogus into the air in an instant.

The biting frost crept up his robe, close to his skin, wisps seeping into his bones, slowing his movements.

If only a few people were talking about Ruka, it would be completely impossible to force Rogus to such an extent, but the strength of the three major forces, coupled with the deepening of the world's will, has completed this miracle.

Rogersten was in the air, clenching his staff, looking at the magic book that slowly turned the pages beside him, mobilizing the spirituality of the earth, causing a spike to rise on the ground in the blink of an eye, blocking the volley of wooden sword swings.

"How many times have I said that you can't just rely on impulse, you have to learn from Goral, you have to be calm when necessary, turn your mind, instead of rushing like this, it is better to find a blind spot and sneak attack......"

His pupils shifted to the left, his tone was full of helplessness, and he spoke to Ruka on the side very tiredly.

Suddenly, the light shone beneath him, and with Gorol's assistance, Viledja opened her mouth and spewed out a fiery dragon's breath that sliced through the air like a scorching spear, sending a scorching current straight to Rogeth's back.

Ruka also took the opportunity to turn his blade and draw a sharp arc, setting off a whirlpool in the air, from a slash to a downward slash, and smashed into Rogers's heart with unmistakable accuracy, causing him to fall to the ground with irresistible inertia.

Then it stirred up a cloud of dust on the ground, and the impact of the heavy blow shook the four fields, and dirt and stones danced in the air.

"Miara, it's !! now"

Seeing this, Gorol's forehead tightened, his eyes full of anxiety, his voice hoarse and trembling, and he roared urgently at Miyala, who had been preparing for a long time.

Light –

Rogers saw a warm light, soft and bright, shining on him with an indescribable comfort.

His originally tense expression slowly stretched, allowing slender chains to emerge from the void around his limbs and torso, gradually binding his body.

The roar of the ground was like the rapid galloping of thousands of horses, and the sky seemed to shake because of it, and the dark clouds trembled incessantly, cracking huge gaps and casting scorching sunlight.

The constant echo reverberated in Rogers' ears, and he slowly adjusted his posture, sat down cross-legged, and placed the wooden staff on his lap, and the magic book slowly closed and landed in his arms.

Huge black walls bulged out of the ground like giant flowers closing, gradually sealing the space centered on Rogers.

"Derick has not done anything to harm innocent people, all his actions have been carried out by my will, you don't need to doubt his goodness."

Rogers still had a faint smile on his face, and he looked at Miara standing in front of him, telling him about Drake.

Then he looked at Ruka, Gorol, and Viledia with heavy faces, and opened his mouth to continue preaching, but suddenly he felt that now was not the time to preach.

As he tried to get up and stroke the heads of the students as usual, the chains around him suddenly lit up with a brilliant glow, making a clear sound of grinding and swimming, so that he was dragged back violently before he was halfway up from his seat.

"Master......"

Gozol's eyes were hesitant and contemplative, his lips moved slightly, as if struggling to express his innermost emotions, he opened his mouth, but closed it, he wanted to say and stopped, and he was at a loss.

The scene spreads out like a silent painting, only the stone walls that are constantly shaking and closing are rubbing and colliding with each other, making a low and primitive sound.

"What? Do you want to be locked here with me until you die? ”

Rogers looked at the four people who were speechless, and suddenly let out a laugh, and then he bent his fingers slightly, and jumped at these students with an irresistible soft breeze:

"I must study hard and strive to be engraved in the history books with my name, so that I can be worthy of the name of Rutgers's disciple."

Before the four of them could respond, they were blown away into the distance by the wind and disappeared into the gradually closing "HOS".

Rogers raised his eyes to look at the darkness of his surroundings, and saw the last rays of foreign light completely dissipate, and his palm rubbed against the iron chain that trapped him, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

Again and again, again and again, plundering, and ascending, finally let him come to this point.

Thinking back to Alice's figure in his arms, he slowly closed his eyes, thinking that he couldn't delay too long, and that he had to complete the merit as soon as possible......

Outside the "Anshen House", four successive landing sounds sounded, stirring up a puff of dust.

The corrupted sky is gradually becoming clearer, and the distant skyline reveals clear borders, as if a baptism is taking place.

After the four of them got up, they did not immediately pat the dust off their bodies, but looked at the tall and mysterious black triangular giant tower in front of them with complicated expressions.

The edges of the tower are sharp and regular, the shape is solemn and upright, and each side is straight and steep, without any protrusions, without a trace of superfluous ornamentation.

As the sun sets in the west, the shadow of the tower gradually extends to the east, and at sunset, the shadow is expanded to the longest, reflecting a large and magnificent silhouette.

Eventually, the sun sets in the west, and the shadows disappear completely into the darkness, leaving only a faint imprint on the ravaged fields, inscribed with faint traces of the passage of time.

(End of chapter)