The fiery red thunder was about to ignite the earth. Arthurs, who had melted into the darkness, was forced out by the dense thunder. The magic power of the black curtain was quickly dissipating.
At this moment, Arthurs didn't understand. He couldn't understand what kind of magic this was. It looked like thunder and lightning, but why could it destroy his secret plan and was so powerful?
He was stunned and asked in horror: "Who are you?"
"Tell me what you are, and I'll tell you."
"...Seraphim Noel, the holy relic of the Chaos Religion. Even if you kill me here, I will not die. At most, I will just sacrifice a corpse." Arthurs looked at Hecate with a hint of fear.
"Oh, I'm just an ordinary Grants student. In that case, go to hell."
Finally getting his name, Hecate no longer held back and directly summoned several thunder and fire disasters at him, concentrating the attack in an instant.
The terrifying might of heaven shocked everyone again.
"Grantz, damn it, you lied to me! I won't let you go!"
Arthurs roared before he turned into ashes.
At this moment, a wisp of black smoke emerged from where the Corpse King had just stood, and it condensed into an evil skull in the air.
"Just wait, Kingdom of Uruk, Grants Academy, we are not done yet!"
The breath that came out was that of Seraphim Noel.
Hecate wanted to continue summoning thunder, but the opponent ran away and she lost her target.
"This thing is not human. We need to find a spell specifically for this kind of weird thing." Hecate pondered and landed on the ground.
At this time, everyone present was still in a daze, not realizing that the danger of national destruction had already passed.
Teacher Yiwen smiled brightly, patted Hecate on the shoulder, and said, "You made it so hard for me to keep it a secret."
Hecate scratched his head and said, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, teacher."
Teacher Yuwen nodded in understanding. After all, he was of dragon bloodline, so it was normal that he couldn't speak.
Dean Oannis immediately shouted, "The other king has already fled. Everyone, don't let these Chaos magicians go!"
Under the baptism of fire and thunder just now, many Chaos magicians were killed, but there was still one group left. They were about to sneak away, but were seen by the dean.
"Wait, I surrender!"
"I was forced to do this. Look at that bastard. He was planning to sacrifice us all!"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
......
The magicians of Chaos immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. However, the teachers of Grants Academy had no intention of letting them go. They rushed forward with magic and killed them.
At this point, the crisis of national destruction was temporarily dissipated.
Dean Oannis still looked at Hecate with shock. It took him more than three decades to break through to become a mage, and this little girl was already a mage when she was only in her teens. It was really exaggerated.
Are the differences between people really as big as the difference between heaven and earth?
Or maybe she's not human at all.
"Friend, where are you from and what are you doing at Grants College..." Dean Oannis asked puzzledly.
Teacher Yiwen interrupted immediately and said, "Dean, don't ask anymore. There is no problem with his identity."
"this..."
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