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Chapter 48 The Unlucky Professor Armstrong
In an instant.

Like a flood breaking through a dam, turbulent waves swept over the fragile spiritual world of all students.

The rumble filled the entire classroom, and a feeling of suffocation spread.

"Gulu!"

Professor Armstrong made a sound from his throat, his eyes widened, and he actually choked on the air.

On the other hand, the students had their eyes closed tightly, their faces were pale, and their expressions were in pain!

It was as if he was hooked by something and couldn't break free.

It was obvious that something was wrong with the meditation.

Professor Armstrong's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat soaked his back.

In panic, he subconsciously entered a meditative state, trying to figure out what happened and rescue the students.

However, just when he sketched out the [Blue Fairy's Breath] in his mind, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his nerves, and with a buzz, he was involved in this torrent.

Open your eyes, Mr. Armstrong Pafra, professor of Herbology at Nymeria Academy Wizarding Academy and teacher of the wizarding basic course for the first three weeks.

He saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

The fairy girl, who was always known for her beauty, was now hooked on the face by a white fishing hook that looked like a child's drawing.

The skin, which was as delicate and shiny as a broken star, was pulled up and torn into strips one by one.

It was exposed, and there were green pustules and earthworm-like scars under it.

【——! ! ! 】

Silent screams surged around, like thunder.

The blue goblin's mouth was like a snake, opening almost to the shriveled chest. The dry meat clinging to the skull formed a sharp contrast with the neat teeth.

——This is the true body of the Blue Goblin, a rotting mummy.

Thank goodness.

Professor Armstrong thought dully, blood trickling from his ears and nostrils.

At this age, I can still be exposed to the truth of the world.

He felt that he would never be able to meditate with this pattern again.

Around them, students were floating in a dark blue space rotating like a hurricane, and above their heads, a few rays of light yellow light shone.

Looking at the students, Armstrong somehow imagined meat hanging on hooks in a slaughterhouse, or fish on fish hooks.

But soon, he discovered that he was also in the same state.

We must rescue the students quickly!

Armstrong thought chaotically, trying his best to stay rational amidst the blue goblin's screams.

He is just a third-level wizard apprentice with low talent. He was promoted to third level only when he was over fifty.

It's more than enough to teach young wizards how to get started.

But he couldn't cope with the invasion of nightmares.

That's right.

There is no doubt that the moon with a human face that is almost emerging from the clouds and mist indicates that this is a nightmare invasion.

Click, click, click.

Professor Armstrong tried his best to raise his arm, and the old bones made crackling sounds against the heavy pressure.

——He can't save these children.

When Professor Armstrong realized this all too clearly, he burst into tears.

"Gabriel Principal Gabriel Hamlet Principal."

He tried his best to call out to the patron saint of Nymeria College, and streams of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

However, what responded to him was a young voice:

"Feel sorry."

"I am coming."

Just a few words, but powerful.

Turn it into a huge force and strangle the blue fairy from all directions!

Sudden——!
The ridiculous stick figure fishing line suddenly tightened, and the scrawled hook suddenly penetrated the blue goblin's head!

Like a sharp blade that dropped a verdict, in an instant, the blue fairy was like a fish on a hook, unable to break free.

The light yellow light gradually disappeared from the blue goblin's eyes, and the human-faced moon was pushed back into the clouds by a huge force. The tide recedes and we return home with a full load.

……

When Professor Armstrong came back to his senses, he found that he had returned to the real world and was standing on a messy podium.

The wind blew in from the empty window frame, and all the glass was shattered, crushed into particles, and scattered in the wind.

The vines on the dome were broken, leaving only branches and leaves. The tables and chairs overturned and were torn into pieces like paper.

Professor Armstrong half-opened his mouth and took a step forward in confusion.

pat.

The sound of water sounded from the soles of his feet. When he looked down, the floor was dry.

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Suddenly, a chill and fear ran up his spine.

Armstrong shivered violently, his legs weakened, and he fell on the half-remaining podium.

Live, survive.
This is true even for professors, let alone students.

These newly admitted quasi-wizards were staggering around in various places, like stranded fish, with their eyes turned white and their faces ashen.

A few energetic people, such as Markul, vomited all over the floor.

And in this classroom that was like a flood, only three people were barely affected and remained sane.

One is Albert Louis, who ranked second in the entrance examination.

At this time, this blond boy, who had always been domineering, was standing facing the wall, as if he did not dare to turn around and face anything.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his amber eyes showed strong fear.
and awe.

Strangely, there was a small pool of turbid sewage at his feet.

The other one is the third place, Inashal.

At this time, the tall girl stood in the corner, almost blending into the shadow.

Except for his pale face and slight trembling of his body, he was fine, and his expression was as cold as an ice sculpture.

Her magnificent purple eyes did not look at her professor, but focused on another part of the classroom.

Following her line of sight, Armstrong saw the only student who remained the same as usual after experiencing this disaster.

Anlos Tian.

The terrifying force that could tear tables and chairs into pieces didn't even damage a hair on his head. The white curly hair is fluffy and soft, like pure first snow in the sun.

Anlos sat in the wheelchair with his eyes lowered, quiet and peaceful, incompatible with the chaos around him, as if he was in the eye of a hurricane.

He didn't seem to notice the burning gazes of others, immersed in his own world, his ice-blue eyes were crystal clear, and dark rays of light kept passing from the deepest part.

[You kidnapped the "Blue Goblin"]

[Get 25 experience points]

["Blue Goblin" has been imprisoned in the nightmare realm]

[Your name will make the elf race instinctively feel fear and disgust]

[You have harvested a lot of fear energy, gained a total of 25 experience points, and your health points have increased]

I don't know if it was Armstrong's illusion, but he actually saw a smile on the corner of Anlos's mouth, and his face seemed to be more rosy than before.

After experiencing this catastrophe, can you still laugh?

What a perversion that must be.

I must have read it wrong.

At this time.

As if he had just realized that the nightmare was over, Anros slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his professor.

Said softly:
"Sorry, are you okay?"

As soon as he said this, Armstrong's eyes suddenly widened!

This is the voice!

It was this voice as soft as a feather that suppressed the rioting Blue Fairy and pulled them all back from the edge of nightmare!

But, but Anlos is only a 14-year-old boy! ! !
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