After nearly a year in the school, Zheng Qing is no longer the ignorant novice.

Several encounters with the Outer Gods had given him a clear idea of how the school and the wizarding world dealt with the Outer Gods - they could be cleared in one second, and they would never delay until the second. There is no room for compromise, negotiation or coexistence.

And the experience of dealing with them for a few short times made him very aware of the dangers of the outer gods. It's a bunch of freewheeling people who have no sense of morality or values. The mere existence risks collapsing ordinary wizards.

The collapse here is not only a collapse of the magic, but also a collapse of the cognition, the soul, and even the body.

Just like this guy in front of you.

Zheng Qing believed that as long as those waving tentacles in mid-air probed a little farther away, it might be a little difficult to destroy the entire Beta Town, but it would definitely not be a problem to destroy the North District and destroy this street.

And it's almost impossible to stop this big guy with just two first-graders – even if they're not ordinary first-graders.

After finding out the red tablet, the figure of Mr. immediately appeared in the mind of the young public-funded student, and his heart was suddenly comforted. Yes, Sir is so powerful, he can definitely easily get rid of this outer god.

The night was dark, and the night was dark.

The red paper tablet emitted a hazy light in the darkness, and Zheng Qing could clearly feel a large, but dull magic flowing from the tablet.

The word on the tablet is written as 'catchy and downward', which is the word 'Wu', but when Zheng Qing read it, for some reason it became two sounds of 'rules' - he obviously wanted to shout 'sir', and what he was thinking about in his heart was also the appearance of Mr., but the voice seemed to be uncontrollable, and it became another word after the exit.

"Rules!!"

The boy's hand holding the red paper tablet unconsciously stretched forward, aiming at the outer god with teeth and claws, as if he was not grasping a piece of cardboard, but a remote control.

"Bang!"

The red paper tablet shattered in the word 'rules', turning into a dazzling red mist.

This red mist was only the size of a fist at first, but it slowly expanded and contracted like a heart, and then spit out a thick red mist in a shrinking way, and the feedback enveloped the original red mist, and the 'heart' suddenly expanded in a circle.

After a few breaths, when the aftermath of the 'rules' gradually disappeared, the 'heart' had become a person's height and stopped contracting, and the red mist rolled and shuttled between the 'hearts' like dragons and snakes, outlining a vague phantom in an instant.

It's the shadow of Mr.

Zheng Qing had just realized the identity of the phantom in his heart, and he saw the phantom raise his arm, and pointed to the slow external god not far away, and said two words:

"Rules!"

The word 'rules' reverberated throughout the street, shattering all extravagance and frivolity. The glass windows on both sides of the street were shattered, and the alchemy golems hanging under the eaves, such as the apfish, bullfights, and seahorses, were also shattered by the sound.

The phantom of the outer god struggled in the darkness in agony, dozens of huge tentacles frantically swept everything around them—shops, sculptures, street signs, green bricks on the streets, withered old trees beside the streets. Everything melted like spring snow under the touch of those tentacles, and those tentacles turned into black smoke in the sound of the word 'rules'.

Darkness retreats in 'rules', and daylight descends, sweeping away all ghosts.

When Zheng Qing opened his eyes, which were stimulated by the bright light, he was already clear.

The young student licked his lips, the tip of his tongue touching the air, and felt a tingle like an electric shock.

"Hiss......"

The wizard took a light breath and glanced left and right - Jiang Yu was standing beside him, his body was a little stiff, and his face was still a little stunned.

"This ...... He blew himself up......"

Zheng Qing looked at his companion and asked in an uncertain tone.

Jiang Yu's mouth opened and closed, like a dehydrated little goldfish, and after a while, he replied, "What do you think?"

"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Zheng Qing forcibly said.

He would never associate himself with the ruined street in front of him. Not only that, but he also wanted to sneak away while there was no one at the scene, and then find Colma to brush a few spells on the two of them to evade divination.

But obviously, the two of them have been in a daze at the scene for a long time.

Before Zheng Qing dragged Jiang Yu three meters away, a yellow and white flower cat suddenly appeared in front of the two.

Zheng Qing immediately stopped.

The yellow civet chased after its tail, and after a few circles in place, its head swelled to the size of a winter melon.

"it! it!"

It stared at two yellow and clear eyes, looking around, as if it couldn't believe its eyes: "This is Beta? What about the street of Beta, Phuket, where is the street, where is the street with houses and trees, and ?!! people? Are there no living people?"

Zheng Qing tried to open his mouth and express to Brother Huang that he was still a 'living person', but Jiang Yu pinched his arm and pinched his words back.

The yellow civet didn't care about him, and as he spoke, he had already raised his paw, picked off one of his eyeballs, and threw it into the air.

The eyeballs rose in the wind, turning into a small full moon, hanging in the air, illuminating this area as bright as day. And Zheng Qing finally saw the appearance of this street thoroughly.

It was dim just now, and he could comfort himself that it might not be that bad.

But with the moon in mid-sky, Zheng Qing had no way to deceive himself—it couldn't be worse—there was not a single figure, not a street tree, or a house on the empty 'square'.

"I thought I would never see yesterday's scene again. Jiang Yu's voice sounded faintly in his ears, and he seemed a little numb: "...... I'm too optimistic. ”

Zheng Qing lowered his head and smiled awkwardly at the yellow civet.

"One day!"

It raised its paw, popped out a paw, and roared at the young student with wide eyes, "It's been less than a day since you blew up the forest!!, are you going to blow up the whole school before you willingly?!!

"Never! never!"

"It's worse than the Fence Elves!"

The Fence Elves are a group of magical elves who like to spit and fart, and are less than three feet tall, and their status in the wizarding world is similar to that of the bed bugs and cockroaches of the Baiding society. The yellow civet uses the fence fairy to describe Zheng Qing, indicating that its mood is already terrible at the moment.

The sharp edge of the tip of the cat's claw flickered in the night, and the frightened Zheng Qing's hairs stood up, lest Brother Huang be unhappy and poke seventeen or eighteen holes in his body.

The young student took a small step back, letting the saliva spew out of the yellow civet's mouth.

"It's all 'passive' bombing," he swallowed and muttered, "I don't have subjective malice...... I didn't think about blowing up a street...... I thought it was a rune board......"

Indeed, whether it is the Silent Forest or the streets of the North District at this moment, the young public scholarship students have no subjective idea of blowing them up. 'Destruction' is a passive ability.

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and immediately corrected:

"And what does this have to do with me? Maybe the outer god blew it up on its own...... Just like I did yesterday. ”

The yellow civet didn't speak, but just opened a yellow clear eye and stared at him viciously.