I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 63 Fireball is a universal skill in the world

protect me?
Anros looked at them lovingly, savoring the smell of fear in the air.

On his face, Anlos nodded, said "hmm", and showed a big smile to several senior students.

It could be seen that their faces were flushed, and they felt as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and their whole bodies were full of strength.

The rising stars of the empire trust them so much, they can't lose the face of their seniors!

With this thought in mind, several seniors looked at each other, swallowed, and walked stiffly towards the dark door of the mansion with hands and feet in hand.

Just like prey automatically walking into the huge mouth of a beast, a cold air overflowed from the door, giving these little wizards goosebumps.

When they reached the steps of the mansion, clusters of delicate roses caught their eyes.

Each rose is as big as a baby's head, swaying slightly in the wind, exuding a fragrant fragrance.

"It looks like Professor Armstrong's research..." a senior student muttered. The more he looked at it, the more familiar these roses seemed.

At this moment, suddenly, the rose closest to him split open in the middle, and layers of fangs spun out like blooms.

Suddenly, the senior froze, gripped by fear and unable to move.

[It’s so rude to keep staring at people! 】

A high-pitched voice sounded from the crack, and the rose suddenly jumped up to the height of a person, and the dark crack was like a tunnel, wrapping down from above.

In an instant, the senior was swallowed up.

This turn of events shocked everyone.

what happened?
Why was he eaten all of a sudden?
"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

The tooth-grinding sound of chewing echoed through the silent night, reaching everyone's ears.

A trickle of blood gushed out, staining the soil red.

The two legs of the senior student exposed outside the gap suddenly bounced twice, and then hung down weakly.

Reminds them of frogs in the laboratory.

[Look...they were frightened...]

【So timid...】

[Young flesh is the most delicious...]

Rustling.

Amidst the shrill jeers, one rose after another spread, and one after another the terrifying mouth opened.

The liquid flows out, and the fragrant air gradually turns into a strong smell of rust.

Before entering the mansion, the manor has already revealed its grotesque and bloody interior to its "distinguished visitor".

Markul's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with despair.

Like a young bird seeking shelter, he instinctively looked at Anros, but was suddenly stunned.

He saw the smile on Anlos' lips.

...They are going to die, why is Anlos laughing?
It's like seeing a funny scene in a play.

Before Markul could figure it out, a loud shout interrupted his thoughts:

"Protect Anlos!"

"Eat my fireball!!!"

I saw a bright light suddenly popping up from the night. A senior's eyes were red, and lines seemed to be changing in his eyes!
In his hand, a fist-sized red-orange fireball condensed, and the scorching flames wrapped around it like a ribbon, burning his palm black and dripping with blood.

Oh ~
Anros raised his brows lightly, recognizing this spell.

Belongs to the evocation school of the Sun Twins, low-level spell [Scorching Sun].

Affectionately called by players - Fireball.

Now it seems that the locals also call it this, because it is really very vivid.

Although [Scorching Sun] is a low-level spell, wizards of different energy levels will have different effects when using it.

Some people can make a fireball several meters in size, but some can only make it as big as a fist like this senior, and even burnt their palms.

The casting of general spells requires the cooperation of mental power models and elemental energy.

Even for a school of nightmares like Anros, which directly invokes the most original power without using elemental energy, the process of building a mental power model will be indispensable in the future. If the human body is compared to a machine, the mental model is the engine, and the elemental energy - or the power of nightmares - is the fuel.

Burn fuel and provide energy through different engine circuits to achieve different effects.

This is the process of casting spells.

The hot flames caused the roses to shrink and scream sharply.

Like the portrait, the rose as a plant is also afraid of fire.

There was a hint of pride on the senior's face, and he endured the severe pain and threw the fireball.

Brothers who dare to eat me, I will burn you to ashes!
however.

The next second, his smile froze on his face.

An incredible scene occurred. The scorching fireball was actually hovering in mid-air!
It was as if it was being held by an invisible giant hand, unable to move any further.

Not only that, the fireball is gradually extinguishing!

Like a collapsing and cooling planet, the red-orange flame slowly shrank, and the hot temperature dropped rapidly.

Within a few seconds, it completely disappeared.

Only a little residual warmth was left, quickly dissipating in the cold wind.

"..."

The senior's mouth was half open, covering his charred palms, sweltering in the cold wind.

Once again, the atmosphere fell into dead silence, except for the rustle of the wind in the grass.

They realize it belatedly.

Just now, it might be someone in this mansion who took action.

Just like putting out a cigarette, it was as easy as putting out the flames that even burned the skin to black and oozing blood.

He didn't even show his face.

What a terrifying existence they faced! ! !
Anlos calmly retracted his hand and blinked at the frightened roses.

[Thank you to the kind lord for taking action...]

[Thank you to the kind lord...]

【Despicable human beings! How dare you burn my beautiful petals...! 】

Layers of high-pitched voices surrounded him from all directions.

The furious roses opened their terrifying mouths like lampreys.

When the fireball was extinguished, everyone's courage was also extinguished.

They no longer have enough mental strength to support them in sketching out spell models.

There was a look of despair in everyone's eyes.

Fear washed over them like waves.

but.

The scene in front of them once again exceeded their expectations.

As if they had received some kind of instruction, the roses who were about to start the meal suddenly stopped together.

Then, it receded like a tide.

The stone road leading to the door was exposed again, the cracks were closed one by one, and the smell of rust that filled the air gradually faded away.

Everything seems to be restored to its original state, peaceful and tranquil.

Except, they already have one less person.

The dark door stood quietly in front of the stunned people.

It exudes mystery, the hope of escape and the coldness of death.

Inviting, its guests throw themselves into the trap.

(End of this chapter)