Two-dimensional Life Starting from Fuyuki City/the World's First Master Huang Man Wants to Be G

Noticing that the magicians wanted to launch an attack together again, Mo Yi said:

"The method is a little rough, but just a moment is enough."

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

At the same time, all the magicians on the field, including Barthamello Lorelei, received moderate force in their stomachs, just enough to knock them down, unable to resist the attack.

The dense 'bang bang' sound on the field was not only the sound of them being attacked, but also the noise of them falling and kissing the ground.

"Devil, you are the devil—"

Although magicians claim to be the ones who grasp the truth, facing this incomprehensible power, they are no different from ordinary human beings, and even more vulnerable, because their worldview tells them that they still have an understanding of the real truth. The world knows nothing.

Many magicians who fell to the ground finally couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts, as if seeing a demon, they wanted to stay away from Mo Yi who stood there without moving, but instantly defeated them.

They were attacked, their stomachs were still twitching, and they couldn't stand up at all, but in the face of a strong desire to survive, they lay on their hands and feet, trying to stay as far away from the demons in their eyes as possible.

Mo Yi: "..."

I am not a demon.

You won't cooperate at all, your correct line just now should be——

"Stand-in, this is a stand-in attack!"

Forget it, don't worry about that much, how can you guys who are addicted to magic understand the basic common sense of the two-dimensional element, and you will not go to the Yakumo House by visual inspection.

Those of you who don’t deposit money in Yakumo House are worthless at all!

"Stop pretending, Demon God, or Mo Yi, the new transfer student from Clock Tower!"

Seeing Mo Yi's pensive look, Bathomelo Lorelei thought that the other party was thinking about whether to evaporate all the people present, so she spoke quickly to attract Mo Yi's attention.

Of course, what she said was not nonsense, but a conjecture based on investigation.

The most important thing is that she still has the last hole card, no, it should be said that it is the last hole card of the oldest magic aristocratic Barthemero family.

It's just that in the current situation, in order to use the final hole card, Mo Yi needs to walk in front of her, the specific position that has been set long ago.

For the final counterattack, at the moment when she was attacked by Mo Yi's substitute, she endured the impact force and suffered several injuries. She calculated and adjusted the position where she was knocked into the air, and finally came to the right place.

What needs to be done now is to guide the other party to come to oneself.

"Oh--"

Grandpa Mo Yi was not surprised that his identity was found out, anyway, he never thought of hiding it from the beginning, even if he wore a panda mask, it was just out of interest.

With his right hand, he took off the panda mask on his face, revealing his original face. With a casual smile on his face, Mo Yi asked:

"I thought people in the Magic Association were all blind."

"It's such an obvious thing that someone is talking about it now."

Mo Yi leisurely walked towards Barthamelo Lorelei, who was lying on the ground, and said with evil humor:

""Even if you know my true identity, so what? "

"You don't think I care about whether you know my true identity!?"

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Humph--

You're just a Bathmelo Lorelei, do you think this master doesn't know that you're trying to lure me over?

I am as you wish, walk over, how can you let me go? !

I don't believe that a magician has any ability to hurt me?

This master can suppress attributes at close range, and bombard with spells at a distance. He has high blood resistance and strong attack power, plus the magic resistance of curry stick on his face!

Let me ask you, how can I lose?How do you lose? !

"Indeed, with such strength, I don't understand that you want to hide your strength."

Lying on the ground, vomiting something, but unable to vomit, Bathmelo Lorelei looked at Grandpa Mo Yi who was getting closer and closer, even with her mechanically rational brain , and couldn't suppress the speeding up of his studies, while his heart was beating wildly.

It's close, just a little bit closer, just take a few more steps, and you will arrive at the agreed location of the technique.

With a forced calm on his face, he said:

"However, since you choose to conceal your identity, you must have your own reasons. Isn't this a matter of course?"

Mo Yi: "..."

What the other party said made sense!

In other words, why do you want to hide your identity?

No, I never thought about continuing to fight monsters and upgrade my life, so I leaked my information unnecessarily.

Not to mention that I don't have that kind of meaning, as long as others know about my situation, I don't care, but people who are close to me will not say it.

Possibly, someone will contact them through them, or threaten themselves or the like.

Moreover, if you know that the classmate around you turns out to be Jehovah, no matter whether you ask for something or not, you probably can no longer look at him as an ordinary classmate. This belongs to the human subconscious mind, which worships and fears powerful power.

There is no possibility of communication between people and ants. If one day, people feel that the ants in the yard are annoying, they will probably directly spray insecticide on them and kill them.