A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

As a high-level category in the magic system, summoning magic has extremely demanding conditions for its use. First of all, the first one is to have the qualifications to learn space magic. This does not mean that you need to learn how advanced space magic is, but because it is to communicate with magical creatures from different dimensions. Front.

If you don't even have the ability to tear apart space and communicate with creatures from other dimensions, it will be impossible to control them, except of course for some special summons.

On the basis of the ability to communicate, sufficient affinity is also required.

This is the so-called "dimensional affinity".

The higher the affinity, the stronger the creature you can sign a contract with.

The rest is nothing more than a question of whether its own magic power is enough to pull the contracted creature from another dimension to the real world.

Ke Lulu's unique innate conditions not only allow her to sign contracts with more and stronger creatures, but the racial talent of the demons also allows her to have more magic power than ordinary people for summoning.

Moreover, Ke Lulu's dimensional affinity is not an exaggeration to call it a "dimensional anchor". There are dimensional wormholes around Ke Lulu that are invisible to the naked eye at all times to protect her.

That's why Ian calls her a genius and is eager to take her on as his apprentice.

And even though Ke Lulu is already a genius, she still works harder than others in corners that others don't know about...

"That's it. The height she can reach in the future is far higher than me." Ian looked at Ke Lulu in the field and couldn't stop smiling.

After listening to Ian's explanation, Sheeran suddenly realized.

"Hmph, now you know how powerful our demons are!" Lilith looked at Mathilda proudly.

"That's my talent. Can't you summon a few elemental cannon fodder? What's there to be proud of?" Maltida was not to be outdone.

Although the "cannon fodder" she calls it can easily destroy a city.

......

In the middle of the field, after one round of attacks, Chris had consumed more than half of his magic. He panted and looked at the opposite side, his head exposed bit by bit.

This made Chris feel deeply powerless.

When will this continue?

Forget it, use all the remaining magic power, put a big one, and admit defeat.

At least it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

Chris thought like this, raised his staff, closed his eyes, and silently recited the spell.

"Thunder and lightning racing in the sky, roar in the direction I point!"

"Electric light and thunder are urgent!"

Lightning as thick as a bucket struck from mid-air, accompanied by the electronic sound of "Zila", and headed straight for Ke Lulu's location.

But before the lightning could get close to Ke Lulu, a door suddenly opened above Ke Lulu's head, and a huge arm stretched out from it. The dark gray palm actually blocked the entire lightning strike.

After shaking his somewhat numb palm, he slapped his arm hard in the direction of Chris.

Chris regretted it so much now. If he had known this, it would be better to admit defeat earlier.

Fortunately, the referee teacher had quick eyes and quick hands and pulled Chris out from where he was.

"Bang!" A huge palm print was left on the field.

"In the 92nd game, Ke Lulu wins!"

At this time, Ke Lulu was completely awake and asked the referee teacher: "Teacher, has it started?"

Referee teacher: "...It's over..."

......

The title "Sleeping Kelulu" will surely be circulated in the academy for a long time.

But according to the personality of the person involved, he wouldn't care, or even not know about it at all...

At the end of the second day, Wuyue's number was finally released.

There are not many people left, and the 150th person will be decided on the morning of the third day to advance to the next round of eliminations.

"Master, I feel that Sophia and the others are so powerful. Like me, even with Master's help, they are still so weak..." On the way back to the dormitory, Wu Yue told Bai Ye her uneasiness.

"Oh, I knew you would have random thoughts." Bai Ye shook his head and said.

"Sophia received a noble education since she was a child. Her father must have been arranging various teachers for her since she was a child, which is why she is as powerful as she is today."

"But Lulu, even if I don't know much about what she looked like before, judging from how she looks now, she would sneak into the library every two days and stay there for the whole day."

"Beora, she was able to develop those heaven-defying potions after countless failed experiments."

"Although they have innate advantages that others cannot envy, they still put in a hundred times the effort of ordinary people."

"How long have we known each other? Less than two months."

"Have you ever thought about how much progress you have made along the way?"

"I'm just an opportunity for you to grow. Wasn't it you who wanted to become stronger in the first place?"

"After all, you are still too unsure. Come on, you have a golden finger."

"And what are you facing? They are time-travelers who are not human beings! How can you fight against them without some golden fingers?"

"So don't worry, Master, I will definitely make you a legend!"

Listening to Bai Ye's last half-joking comfort, Wu Yue couldn't help but laugh.

Yes, everything I have today is brought by my master. In less than two months, I have grown from a little girl who is inexperienced in the world to a passable assassin. This is already an advantage that others cannot envy. .

In this regard, there is not much comparison with Sophia and the others.

It is my own fault to fall into self-doubt and self-depletion without permission...

"I understand, I'm sorry, Master, I will never do this again." Wuyue raised his head, his purple eyes full of expectations for the future.

The setting sun shone on Wuyue's face and on Bai Ye's mind.

......

The rain kept falling, with a siren in the air, and fell on the flower pots filled with dead plants on the balcony.

"Boy, you did a good job on this mission. It seems that you can perform the mission alone next time." A middle-aged man wearing a black uniform and a hood lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and leaned on Said the balcony.

"Master, I am still too weak. If this continues, when will the great revenge be avenged?" said the young man sitting on the bed, checking the weapons.

The middle-aged man who was called "Master" by the boy heard these words, pinched the half-burned cigarette butt, turned around and entered the room, and shivered violently when it hit the boy's head.

"Silly boy, I talk about your deep hatred all day long. Can you kill your enemy?"

The young man was beaten, but had no reaction. Instead, he continued: "Whenever I apply to the organization to investigate that bastard, the people in the intelligence department always look at me strangely..."

"Why, Master, is it because my level is too low?" the young man said angrily.

After hearing what the young man said, the middle-aged man shook his head, with a look of regret in his eyes.

"Child, sometimes, the world is so unfair. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth and grow up. You can't change it..."

"People like us, no matter what..."

"No, I don't believe it. One day, I will become the chief assassin of 'Nightingale'. When the time comes, I must kill that beast with my own hands!" The young man interrupted the master, maybe because he didn't want to believe this fact, or maybe It is unwilling to compromise with fate.

The master saw the unyielding look in his disciple's eyes, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay, you are kind enough. In this case, my master will not care about you anymore. You can just do whatever you want to do. Don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes!" The master pretended to be angry and dropped these words. , left the room.

The young man was left to pack his bags silently and set out on his way home.

Ten years later, the young man had avenged his revenge, but during these ten years, he basically never saw his former master again. It was unknown how many whereabouts he had concealed for himself, and how many assassinations he had blocked from the organization.

Until his death, Master never saw the boy again...