After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

The lights flickered.

The wind blows from the other end of the corridor to this end, the swaying branches and leaves fly obliquely, and the shadows of the trees are vague.

The sound of the leaves being blown by the night wind covered up the slow footsteps in the overlapping buildings behind and the neighing of blood gushing from the blood vessels.

The long knife was out of its sheath, and before the blade had time to reflect the light of the dim candle above the head, a section of the blade was suddenly cut off by a flashing technique and turned into a broken blade.

Holding the magic tool, the conjurer looked around in a panic, clutching the handle of the knife tightly, a little cold star flashed on the broken blade: "You...you can't go in."

His voice changed, and there was a little trembling that tried to hide the panic but was useless.

The magic tool worth several million was released before it could play its due role, and it was instantly turned into a scrap iron. The cold light with filthy magic power slowly reflected the dim yellow light above the head, Ironic and ridiculous.

And the most absurd thing is not that the magic tool just broke here, but that it was not the magic spirit that broke it——

It was Gojo Satoru who interrupted the magic tool.

A few hours ago, news came that Gojo Satoru was sealed in Shibuya.

How did he break through so many defensive lines on the outside and enter here?

The conjurer only felt a sense of meaning climbing up his heels, and it crawled all over his body in an instant.

But what followed immediately was not fear and fear, but an unspeakable excitement.

He is now the closest moment to the center of power in the magic world, and a few hundred meters further forward from here is the high-level conference hall of the magic world, the closest place to the center of power in the magic world.

The incident happened suddenly tonight, and all the elders gathered in the conference hall.

In the past, it would take at least a few decades for him to enter through ordinary promotion methods.

But now it is different, now he sees an opportunity, an opportunity that accompanies the crisis.

if only……

Just stop Gojo Satoru.

The Broken Blade was held backwards in front of his chest, and the conjurer's fingers trembled physiologically.

His aptitude is mediocre, but he is just the most common branch of the most common family in the magic world.

And the turning point that fate gave him was today, just today, it was his turn to stay on guard outside the meeting hall.

No information came up from below, he was the first person to see Gojo Satoru coming out of Shibuya.

As long as he can prevent Gojo Satoru, who has been listed as an executioner in the magic circle, from entering the chamber behind him...

Of course, with his aptitude, he might not be able to stop it, so he wouldn't go up to Wujo Wu's bad luck.He just put on a show, a show.

Then when Gojo Satoru left here and walked towards the meeting hall, he was the first to report, and the first to find out that the credit for the execution of the conjurer was his...

Before he could finish his thoughts, he suddenly felt a flash of vision in front of him.

The dim yellow light on the roof quickly drew a rounded arc in his field of vision, followed by the spinning wall, and finally his sight turned a few times and fixed on the horizontal line of the floor.

In a blur of yellow light, he saw a man holding a broken blade.

There was a cold light on the tip of the blade, and the blade was covered in blood mist. The tip of the knife that was knocked down by Gojo Satoru fell into a pool of blood, glowing with a restless and beautiful dark red.

After turning his brain slowly and awkwardly for a few times, he slowly judged that the man holding the broken blade was himself.

Then the man fell to the ground with a bang, the collar was empty, only the blood spurted from the neck continuously.

The conjurer never knew that blood could be sprayed so far. His body fell ten steps away, and the blood gushed out from his neck. Cross over a layer of light red mist.

The yellow lights overhead now glowed an ambiguous red.

He watched a pair of black leather shoes stepping through the bloody water in the room and slowly walking towards the meeting room.

Before losing consciousness, he suddenly realized.

He knew why the news that Gojo Satoru hadn't been sealed hadn't been passed on by the conjurers below.

In a field of vision that was glowing with a bloody halo, he looked at his body ten steps away, and belatedly thought: So everyone who saw him is dead.

Why didn't Gojo Satoru keep his eyes open?

The tree shadows were mottled, covering up the sound of blood dripping down the steps.

Gojo Satoru went out of the room, and the night wind was getting stronger and stronger, sending the continuous smell of blood in the room drifting in the direction of the distance.

No.20 Eight.

Most of the people sitting in the conference room in the distance are high-level people in the magic world who make all decisions.

Once upon a time, he also thought that Kazuki Matsushiro would become one of them.

The smell of blood came from behind him.

Thanks to the existence of no lower limit, he was clean from head to toe, without a trace of blood, or even a trace of rust.

It doesn't look like he took eight of No. 20's lives with his own hands, even just a few minutes ago.

He used to use spells to exorcise curse spirits. As long as the battle damage was not considered, if a few devastating spells were dropped, all curses would be wiped out on the spot.But now he is using it to kill people, and even without the full body of those spells, he can easily take away a person's life with just a few bursts of spell power.

The hand used to exorcise the curse spirit is not unsuitable for killing more people now.

Exorcising the gangrene in the magic world is not much different from exorcising curse spirits.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows slightly in front of the meeting room door.

It's too bright. After dealing with all the high-level people here, he needs to find a pair of sunglasses first.

Or find a cloth strip or gauze from anywhere to wrap the eyes.

If so, don't open the door and go in.No matter what is inside besides the high-level, just destroy it here.

A burst of flames shot up into the sky with the power of a mantra, and all the elders who were still here a second ago who were complacent and satisfied with the Gotiao family were besieged, and the powerful competitors who had divided their interests in the past and who had now been kicked out of the track all showed a trace of gleam on their faces. Panic.

After a few seconds, the high-level officials and elders who hurriedly used spells or tried to escape all found out that they couldn't leave this place.

They were trapped in a [Tent], but it was not the [Tent] that appeared out of thin air like in the Shibuya area.

【Account】Standing Wujo Wu outside.

The elders' eyes lit up first, and then they suddenly showed more horrified expressions than before.

He didn't look like he came to save people, but he looked like the one who set fire.

Under the flickering firelight, Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and his extremely pale face was also tinged with a little rosy blood in the firelight.

"...51, 52." Gojo Wu counted all the conjurers in the [book].

There was an extra one that was not included in the high-level core list of the magic world.

He frowned imperceptibly, glanced around, and successfully found a conjurer he had never seen before in the corner of the room.

He shrank in the corner, as if seeing the living Gojo Satoru face to face for the first time, with a bit of bewilderment and bewilderment on his face.

Under the gazes of the elders mixed with horror and hope, Gojo Satoru approached, and suddenly lowered his head inexplicably and said, "What's your name?"

There was a complete silence, only the teeth-stinging sound of metal rubbing against the [tent] that Gojo Satoru had left here as the countless spells collided.

With his eyes closed, he couldn't see where his line of sight fell. The conjurer in the corner paused for a few seconds before trembling and making a breathy voice: "Am I...?"

The conjurer's voice trembled: "Xin, Xintian..."

Not on the list.

In fact, he was so out of place with these elders that it looked as if he had entered by mistake.

So before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly dragged out by Gojo Satoru.

The only barrier between him and the outside world just now seemed to be non-existent at this moment. After taking a few breaths of air like the rest of his life, he realized that there was a trace of blood in the fresh air filling his nose.

The sharp crackling sound of mana and air squeezed was creepy.

Then, right in his line of sight, right above his pupils, a cloud of bloody mist with shattered gold suddenly bloomed.

In the next second, the building representing the center of power in the magic world collapsed into ruins from top to bottom.

Dust and embers floated before his eyes.

His head was buzzing, and after a while, he suddenly remembered and looked in the direction of Wujo Wu.

Where there was a person standing just now, there is nothing now.

There are only embers in the sky.

Jianren Qihai dragged his exhausted body out of the [tent], and waved his hand to the supervisor who came up to him: "It's okay."

In the world outside the [tent], the sky had already turned pale, and the early morning air rushed into his respiratory tract quickly, sweeping away the depression he had accumulated after a night of fighting in the Shibuya area.

Even when he was working in a securities company, he never worked such hard overtime and survived such a thorough all-nighter.

Jianren Qihai rejected the suggestion of the supervision assistant whether he needed help, put his hands on the guardrail of the overpass, and let out a deep breath towards the direction where the sun was about to rise.

His whole body was covered with the thick filth left after the curse spirit was exorcised. These filth, like a thick liquid, gathered into water droplets that continuously dripped down, forming a shallow pool of water on the ground. .

He ignored the beeps that kept beeping crazily after his mobile phone returned to the modern society with radio signals, and slightly closed his eyes facing the direction that had revealed a little pale gold.

His eyelids were heavy as if they were about to fall hysterically in the next second, but the adrenaline accumulated in his body during the continuous high-intensity battle made him extremely awake.

In this piece of Tokyo at six or seven in the morning, there are only the sound of the breeze and a series of extremely fast footsteps.

"It's almost under control in Shibuya," Nanami Jianren rubbed the sore bridge of his nose after wearing glasses for a long time, "I'll just stand here for a while..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard footsteps behind him, followed by the voice of second-level magician Takuma Ino: "Senior! You also came out of it!"

"Ino..." Nanami Kento was taken aback, then turned to look at Ino Takuma behind him.

His whole body is not much more than his own, and he is almost drowned by the filth. The only difference from him is that he also stayed up all night, and his whole body can fall apart as soon as he allows it, while the other party looks full of energy. Full.

"Senior," Ino Takuma didn't notice his scrutiny, but imitated him and put his hands on the railing, lowering his voice as if he was talking about a shocking secret, "Senior, what you said...is true ?"

"What is real?" Jianren Qihai straightened his cuffs, shook off the filthy magic tool and put it back into his clothes.

"That's it..." Ino Takuma winked, "Senior Wujo's..."

"What's the matter with Senior Wutiao..." Jianren Qihai sighed deeply, and barely had the strength to take out his mobile phone to take a look, "I remember that he entered the mission with us."

"That's not it." Ino Takuma looked around and pulled his hat, "I mean the news that started circulating this morning..."

"Senior Wutiao killed half of the high-level executives..." He paused, "And blew up the meeting hall."

Qihai Jianren:? ? ?

"Uh... But there is also news that the five seniors have been sealed," Ino Takuma smacked his lips, and after thinking about it, he added sincerely, "Actually, compared to the two news from the bottom of my heart, I still hope that the former is true. of."

After all, compared to being sealed, killing half of the top executives in the magic world sounds like a blast.

Combined with Wujo Wu, who did this kind of thing, this incident is full of a sense of hard work and self-improvement.

"Where did you get the information?" Qihai Jianren narrowed his eyes and straightened up.

"It was posted in the group?" Ino Takuma scratched his head, "This news has gone crazy among conjurers outside the Shibuya area, don't you know, senior?"

That is, without official certification.

"Senior, didn't you join everyone's group..." Ino Takuma looked at Jianren Qihai's expression for a long time and suddenly realized, took out his mobile phone and tapped it several times, and handed it to Jianren Qihai, "Why don't you scan the QR code, Senior?" ?”

"Thank you, no need," Jianren Qihai didn't know what to say when he suddenly changed the subject, so he waved his hand first, "I don't want to see any information from the magic world during off-duty hours."

"You don't even want to read gossip, senior?!" Ino Takumi was really shocked.

Jianren Qihai slowed down: "Could it be that the gossip in your group is all at the level where the five seniors killed half of the high-level...?"

Ino Takuma: "Ah...ah this, isn't it?"

"Senior, do you want to join?"

Jianren Qihai: "...No."

"Show me the group," he finally stretched out his hand, "who sent these two messages first?"