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Chapter 450 Chapter 449 Demon Falling Backlash Nightmare Lectures!

In order to avoid being late, the beginners of the Fourth Academy who were rushing desperately panted heavily, and traces of sweat could still be seen on their foreheads, temples and cheeks.

Staying in the gray-white and gloomy magic theory classroom, they only felt that it was chilly around them, and there were continuous bursts of gloomy air-conditioning from the cemetery next to them.

Looking at the big clock hanging in front of the classroom, the minute hand moved little by little, and the class time scheduled by Zhang Guangmu was getting closer and closer, and the beginners didn't even have the thought of whispering to each other.

Fang Yi mingled among the crowd, his eyes were calm, he was just silently playing with the seemingly ordinary old staff in his hand.

sizzle...

A wave of heat poured into the super-large classroom that could accommodate nearly a thousand people.

The beginners raised their hands one after another to cover their faces.

Dozens of butterflies transformed from black flames condensed into a human figure under the attention of everyone.

Colorful black hair, stern and handsome face, strong strength visible to the naked eye, lonely and arrogant aura...

If it wasn't Zhang Guangmu, the dean of the Dark Academy and a professor of magic theory, who else?
The freshmen who had just completed the sorting ceremony instinctively merged into their respective camps according to the changing colors of their robes. At this moment, they couldn't even tell the principal's name, let alone the names of other deans and professors. .

but……

If any beginner asks "Who is Zhang Guangmu" at this time, he will definitely be regarded as a fool by his classmates.

"No one's late, that's fine."

Zhang Guangmu's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he glanced at the people below, and his voice was as cold as ice: "You can skip the meaningless self-introduction - most of you are not even qualified to let me remember your name."

"Next, who can tell me where the power of the witcher wizard comes from?"

This is a common-sense question, and it is not difficult at all for the students with temporary false memories.

Almost as soon as the words fell, more than three hundred hands were raised in an instant.

With a cold face, Zhang Guangmu ignored the people who raised their hands, and his eyes gradually focused on a young man in a black apprentice robe: "You answer."

Fang Yi's pupils contracted slightly, and he stood up immediately. After a few seconds to adjust his mood and organize his words, he said loudly: "The [Hope Source Flame] located in the center of the Demon Hunting Circle is constantly emitting endless flames. And everything that has been illuminated by its brilliance will become a new source of magic power!"

"Although the human's frail body cannot directly face the radiation of [Hope Origin Flame], it can use the matter illuminated by its brilliance to exert power far beyond the limit of human beings!"

"After passing down from generation to generation, we abandoned many materials such as magic forged metal, magic wood, magic forged glue, and magic forged flesh, and finally chose magic forged stone to make a staff, as a stable witch hunting witch. The medium for casting the spell——hunting magic wand!"

"This is our source of strength!"

Fang Yi's explanations can be said to be clear and organized, without rush or rush, without colloquial meaningless modal particles such as "ba, ah, um". He is not like an ordinary boy, but more like a descendant of aristocrats who have undergone special speech training.

Even Zhang Guangmu felt that he could give an excellent evaluation of 93 points after seeing his performance.

Zhang Guangmu gave him a meaningful look.

"your name?"

"Fang Yi."

"Fang Yi, a newcomer to the Dark Academy, will add five to his personal credits."

Fang Yi sat down with a happy face.

In the four major demon hunting academies, the role of credits is quite simple - it is equivalent to currency in circulation and can be used to buy food, study notes, equipment, and props.

There is hardly a harder hard currency than this!
In Demon Hunting Academy, everything was marked with a price.

Without credits, you can only eat gruel and black bread mixed with sawdust every day.

The credits are sufficient, not to mention the delicacies of the mountains and seas every day, and even spend the credits to ask the seniors to help with homework and let the seniors clean the bedroom for themselves.

Fang Yi is very aware of the importance of credits, so after getting a good start, he feels very happy.

only……

Zhang Guangmu ignored so many people raising their hands, and forced himself to answer the question, just because he was a beginner at the Dark Academy?
Probably not!
The smile on Fang Yi's face gradually disappeared.

He clenched the seemingly unremarkable old staff in his hand, and tried to imitate Zhang Guangmu's expression that strangers should not enter, trying to cover up his true emotions.

Zhang Guangmu didn't care what he thought, but gently waved the delicate staff like chopsticks in his hand: "Student Fang Yi is right."

"The energy core of the staff is the magic stone embedded in it."

Speaking of which, in the theory classroom, dots of black flame loomed.

The staffs in the palms of the beginners seemed to be pulled by invisible forces, and they came out one after another, floating in the sky not far from them.

It is worth mentioning that……

The young Fang Yi, who desperately wanted to hold his old staff, was dragged and hung in the air.

Zhang Guangmu looked at Fang Yi whose face was flushed and the veins on his forehead were bursting out, and said unhurriedly: "You must be clearly and deeply aware of this point—the magic staff inlaid with magic forged stones is the one who hunts demons. Everything about wizards!"

"Magic calcined pebbles are the source of mana."

"Without it, witchers are nothing!"

"Fang Yi adds ten points."

"Others, all deduct one point."

Sparse laments sounded from the crowd, but the freshmen did not dare to complain in front of Zhang Guangmu.

"But, be careful!"

Zhang Guangmu changed the subject and immediately attracted the attention of the apprentices: "The magic calcined gravel will give you strength, and it will also erode your mind and make you fall into the devil!"

"The more you use the magic wand, the more easily you will be affected."

"Frequently performing witchcraft will cause one's own spiritual pollution and demonic fall. Relying on the magic staff, one will breed the [Demonic Personality]."

Zhang Guangmu said briskly: "The demon fall of Canglan Academy is a loss of humanity."

"They will carry out live experiments without exception, and there are not a few people who choose to eat people simply because they are too lazy to go out to buy food."

The beginners showed fear on their faces, and almost instinctively distanced themselves from the teenagers in blue robes.

Zhang Guangmu seemed not to have seen this scene, and said to himself: "The demons of the Crimson Academy are arrogant and reckless—they often die tragically in the hands of powerful monsters."

"The fall of the Golden Academy is an uncontrollable jealousy."

"It's not uncommon to backstab friends because they're better than you."

"A piece of advice to those classmates who were obviously relieved - don't think that you are a waste, so you won't be backstabbed."

"Appearance, talent, courage, open-minded attitude towards life, family background, combat effectiveness, homework performance..."

"For the devil-falling golden witch hunters, as long as you are still alive, they can always find 'something stronger than themselves' from you."

"And the devil from the Dark Academy..."

Speaking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Guangmu's lips: "I call it [Coward Syndrome]."

"Many grotesque persecution delusions will follow like a shadow."

"And most of this kind of delusions will be turned into reality by means of distracting thoughts and the power of magic forging."

"Drowning, self-immolation, lightning strike, being besieged by relatives and friends, being plotted to death..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Guangmu waved the delicate staff in his hand violently, and the magic wands belonging to the beginners fell back into their palms one after another.

And Fang Yi, who had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally landed on the ground.

The next moment, the staff in Zhang Guangmu's hand vibrated slightly.

The jet-black black flame flowing out from the tip of the staff, not only lingered around Zhang Guangmu's body, making him look like a demon, but also condensed a paragraph of words in front of everyone's eyes.

This time, not only the text, but also a dubbing.

The tone quality of this dubbing is almost exactly the same as that of Zhang Guangmu, but the tone is completely different.

"I remembered!"

Zhang Guangmu's voice showed a bit of madness: "My way of dying is..."

"Because of the power of the magic forging, I not only failed to fulfill my duties as the head of the Dark Academy and the professor of the magic forging theory course, but I personally killed all the freshmen this year!"

"After that, I was killed by the principal and the deans of the other three colleges!"

What is combining theory with practice?
That's it!

The beginners who were shrouded in killing intent broke out in a cold sweat.

Fang Yi, who was the first to react, had his heart beating wildly and his breathing became rapid: "Run away! Run away, everyone!"

"Principal Zhang Guangmu has been backlashed by the magic staff, and he has completely fallen!"

"He... intends to kill us all!"

(End of this chapter)