Yokohama High School of Magic

The 'tent' that covers the entire Chanyuan house prohibits all practitioners from going out, except for the sisters and children of the Chanyuan.

The eight people who fell into mental frenzy were all the ceiling of combat power in the 'tent', coupled with the rapidly spreading fire that could not be easily extinguished, the destruction of the Chanyuan family would probably be tonight.

On the other side, in the not-too-distant Tokyo campus, the fog quietly permeated gradually so thick that it was no longer possible to see the surroundings clearly.

There was thick fog outside the window.

Sanlunxia looked around in a daze, not knowing what happened.

"...Yokohama school."

Leyansi Jiashen's eyes suddenly turned round, and the palms under the wide sleeves became more and more forceful.

"Yokohama school?!" Miwa Kasumi turned her head in a daze.

"Night moth is right!" Leyan Temple Jiashen stood up from the sofa, his old voice was full of anger, "Is this how you 'obediently execute'?!"

However, Noctua Zhengdao also had a look of hesitation on his face that was not covered by his sunglasses.

"Principal...I think there may be some misunderstanding." Sanlun Xia stood in front of Leyansi Jiashen, discouraging carefully, "I don't think Principal Ye Moth is such a person..."

In just a few tens of seconds, Leyansi Jiashen let the anger that blocked his rationality recede forcibly until his voice became calm again: "You mean, the Yokohama school did all of this."

"...I didn't mean that but..." Miwa Kasumi faltered, not knowing what to do between the two principals.

She didn't want Ye Mo Zhengdao to die, but Ye Mo Zhengdao was indeed not someone who would do such a thing for refusing execution.

"In short..." Sanlun Xia tried to calm down the tense atmosphere in the room, "...Calm down first, the situation is unknown now, internal fighting is the worst approach."

Le Yansi Jia Shino glanced at her, "This is what the Yokohama school did."

He snorted coldly, his voice was low and hoarse, "The magician will be taken away by the dense fog, and will not be able to use the spell power. The taken away magic formula will also become an individual, which in turn will eat back the magician."

Sanlunxia looked blank, "Then this is not..." The enemy attack encountered by the upper class of the magic world before.She subconsciously looked down at her palm, and then felt that the spell power she could use was gradually drying up.

"Curse power...!" A few horrified shouts suddenly came from outside the door.

However, for some reason, the shouts only appeared a few times, and the door quickly became silent, so quiet that it was strange.

"!"

Sanlun Xia stepped back half a step, clenched the handle of the knife like a conditioned reflex.

In the eerie silence, the only sound of footsteps was very clear.

The footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped in front of the door.

Sanlun Xia's hand held the knife more vigorously, "Who is outside the door!"

A crisp knock sounded on the door.

thump.

The knock on the door was not loud, but it seemed to knock on Sanlunxia's heart.

She clenched the corners of her lips nervously, forcibly ignoring the panic and confusion in her heart, and stood there firmly without retreating.

In the eyes of everyone with different emotions, the handle was turned downwards.

After the door opened, it revealed a familiar man wearing a sand-colored windbreaker with a plain face.

"Ms. Oda..."

It's really the Yokohama school... The corner of Miwa Kasumi's mouth was bitten bloodshot by herself, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded to her, "Miwa-san."

"why……"

However, the hand that Kikumaru extended to Oda Sakunosuke appeared out of nowhere, making Miwa Kasumi unable to ask any further.

"Principal of Rakugan Temple." After greeting Miwa Kasumi, Oda Sakunosuke turned his gaze to Rakugan Temple Kashin, "Please give up resistance, the Chanyuan family has fallen, Kamo Patriarch has lost his sense of autonomy, and the five patriarch's spells are sealed Still at the Yokohama campus."

Even in this situation, his voice was still calm, as if nothing could arouse his emotional ups and downs.

"In front of the Yokohama school, the magic world has no resistance."

The magic world...?

Sanlunxia's breathing became lighter and lighter, her expression gradually changed from disbelief to panic.She turned her head subconsciously, as if seeking a negative answer from Leyansi Jiashen.

However, the principal of Leyan Temple seemed to be firmly fixed in place.

Sanlun Xia had never seen such an expression on his face.

"headmaster?"

The bewildered 'Principal' seemed to have woken up Leyan Temple Jiashen. The shaking just now seemed like an illusion. The old principal stood there firmly, knocking heavily on the crutch in his hand, and there was a loud sound when the wooden stick collided with the floor across the room.

"School Yokohama, do you think you can fool this old man?"

He raised his cane and slammed it on the ground again, his voice was old, but loud, thick and firm, "Even if there is no Yusanjia, you will be the rest of the conjurers, and my Kyoto school is just for show!"

"Sorry, I forgot to say."

Oda Sakunosuke's expression actually showed a serious apology.

"The super conjurer 99 Yuki also lost his sense of autonomy."

"As for the Kyoto school."

Another slow voice came from behind Oda Sakunosuke.

A man with white hair dangling around his forehead, came into the sight of several people amidst the sound of light and leisurely footsteps.

The visitor's ruby-like pupils moved to the left, and he smiled, "So, this dense fog is [kidnapping] and [coercion]."

Even though the door of the room was wide open, the Kyoto school students who were guarding the door did not see any movement.

"The principal of the Kyoto school." Shibusawa Ryuhiko leaned against the door, with a slight smile on his lips, and threw the red gem in his hand.

"You want to exchange the lives of all the members of the Kyoto school for the dignity of the magic world."

The red gemstone paused in the air for a moment, reflecting a magnificent brilliance, and then returned to the pale palm.

"Or do you want to exchange the dignity of the magic world for the lives of all the members of the Kyoto school?"

He turned his head sideways, his brows and eyes were raised on his melancholy and delicate face.

The tables turned.

Shrouded in thick fog, Leyan Temple Jiashen did not show any expression.

Sanlunxia stretched out her hand, not knowing what kind of expression to use, but the word 'principal' on her lips couldn't be called out anyway.

"Shibusawa." Oda Sakunosuke suddenly frowned, his pupils reflected a picture that did not belong to the present time.

immediately.

In the death-like silence, in Milunxia's suddenly constricted pupils, in the astonishment of the night moth Zhengdao.

The principal of the Kyoto school was impaled by the palm of the identical figure behind him.

Leyansi Jiashen's blood was splashed on the cane that was out of control, obeying the guidance of gravity, and fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko quietly watched Rakuyanji Kashin slowly covering his abdominal wound, and said in a cool tone, "It seems that you made a wrong decision in the future."

In the monastery, in the massive sea of ​​flames, the cheongsam woman with blurred vision was covered in blood, and knocked the blond man into the air.The blond man with bloody handprints on his neck spit out blood in the thick smoke, his vision lost his clarity, but he still stared closely at the super conjurer opposite him.

The cries echoed in the house of the Buddhist monastery, which was like a sea of ​​flames. The wooden house surrounded by flames collapsed and made a loud noise. The cries and the loud noise rose to the mid-air covered by thick smoke, and were firmly locked in by the 'tent'. Not a single sound could be heard.

With all those in power falling into unknown chaos, Maki and Shinyi of Zenyuan, the only two sober bloodlines in their family, shouldered the heavy responsibility, commanding all non-magicians and children to leave the 'tent'.

The Kamo family, whose head was away, got the news from the Zenyuan family, and quickly dispatched a rescue team formed by senior magicians to enter the 'tent', but the moment they stepped in, they were strangled by the birth field developed by the Patriarch Kamo, and stayed in the Zenyuan family forever.

In just ten minutes, the Kamo family lost a large number of elites, and almost half of the new generation's combat power was lost. After a short period of hesitation and fierce quarrels, Kamo Kenji became the new head of the Kamo family and announced that he would stop the rescue of the Chanyuan family.

The Gojo family who learned of the great changes in the two families and the current situation of the Tokyo school were all silent and did not respond.

"I advise you not to go."

With long hair covering his forehead, Mingming lightly stroked the crow on his shoulder, with a smile on his lips, "The entire elite army of the Kamo family was wiped out, and you will just die in vain if you go."

"...In your opinion?" The leading first-level magician looked indifferently.

"In my opinion, it's just sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight." Ming Ming smiled meaningfully, "The law does not blame the public."

"..."

Faint conversations sounded, and the magicians around gradually wavered.

In a place where outsiders could not see, the first-level conjurer and Mingming exchanged glances calmly.

On the mobile phones of these two people, as well as the hidden and unobtrusive members of the magician team, the last text message was exactly the same: it was a huge transfer from Wutiao's family.

Most of the conjurers who went to the Buddhist monastery to rescue were instigated by the first-level conjurer Ming Ming, and the remaining half died in the twisted and mixed birth domain in the 'tent'.

So far, almost all the main forces in the magic world have lost the ability to resist.

Yokohama School, in the church-like library, the young man who looked like a British detective took his time, surrounded and witnessed by the sky full of books, and gently placed the white square in his hand on the spread out pure white pages.

Atsushi Nakajima bowed respectfully to him, stepped forward, and cut his finger with a knife.

The bright red blood dripped down, and the spread white pages devoured the blood greedily.

A gentle wind rose quietly, gradually sweeping across the entire library.

At the apex of the cathedral, the book-like stained glass casts a strange soft light.

The breeze swirled upwards, blowing away tens of thousands of books on the walls along the way, and amidst the rustling of countless pages, the brilliance and the breeze met head-on.

The world was silent for a second.