The bearer of ghosts and gods who return the spell

"What a pity. I originally wanted to spare your life. If possible, I really don't want to kill you."

"But your growth rate is a bit too fast. I can even see your bright future."

"But now, that future is not coming."

Xia Youjie raised his right hand high, and a black light suddenly appeared in his palm. A black vortex was formed in his hand. It seemed that there were four red eyes peeking at the world from the other side of the vortex.

A spell reaction that was more powerful than all the spell spirits Souma Josuke had ever seen combined appeared within Kazan's range, and it continued to grow in size.

"Did you know? Souma-kun, there are four super-level spellcasters in this world, but there are currently 16 registered super-level spell spirits."

"Next, I'll let you see one of these sixteen, a special-grade imaginary spell spirit..."

Before Xia Youjie could finish speaking, Souma Josuke's calm voice interrupted him.

"The seventh ghost and god, the evil god, Horashi."

Soma Josuke pressed his hands hard on the ground, and he felt that the magic power in his body was rapidly draining away. This had never happened before when he continuously summoned other shikigami.

The three shikigami of Kazan, Kaija and Saya that were originally present began to blur and then disappeared.

This situation is not surprising to Soma Josuke. The Horashi in the game will swallow the surrounding ghosts and gods when released to increase its own power.

Although he didn't know what was special about Bila Xiu in the world of magic, but this should probably be the same.

As time passed by, a strange aura enveloped the entire park.

The black vortex in Xia Youjie's palm slowly shrank as time went by, until it disappeared.

"what happened?"

This wasn't that Xia Youjie canceled the summons, but that he and his cursed spirit space had a rare disconnection.

The super imaginary curse spirit that was supposed to appear in this world seemed to be expelled back to its original space.

This is a situation that Xia Youjie, who has experienced thousands of battles, has never encountered before.

He felt that the magic power in his body was slowly disappearing at a slow speed, but he didn't know where it disappeared.

"Roar!"

With a deafening roar, a huge head with an open jaw appeared out of thin air over the park.

With its ferocious bone spurs, scarlet eyes, and sharp teeth, this giant beast seems to have the characteristics that all monsters should have.

The mere appearance of a head shocked Xia Youjie, and he found that most of his spell power had been wiped away.

Without having time to think about the reason, he took out a pure black round sphere from his wide cuffs and poured all the remaining magic power into it.

The round sphere instantly turned into a huge black hole.

However, this hole is shrinking at a very fast rate.

Without hesitation, Xia Youjie stepped directly into the black hole, and his eyes fell on Soma Josuke with some complicated eyes.

"I didn't expect it to end like this."

"Well, goodbye, Soma-kun."

At this time, the black hole shrank to an origin and disappeared, and the giant beast's head finally fell.

"boom......"

The violent vibration made Souma Josuke stagger, and countless smoke and dust rose up.

After a long time, the dust dispersed, and Soma Josuke was stunned when he looked at the place where he was.

This place no longer looked like the original park, only a black swamp remained, and I was in the center of this swamp.

"Oops, it seems it's too late."

Suddenly hearing a voice from above his head, Souma Josuke couldn't help but raise his head.

I saw a figure floating in the sky not far away, wearing a black uniform all over his body. A very ordinary black eye mask tied up his silver hair, which looked even whiter under the moonlight.

He almost subconsciously called out this person's name - Gojo Satoru.

"Is this what you did?"

Gojo Satoru slowly floated in front of him, with his hands in his pockets and his body leaning forward slightly. The tip of his nose was almost touching Souma Josuke's. He could even feel the hot breath exhaled from the other side.

"Yes..." Soma Josuke answered honestly.

"Well, it smells the same as the one that left a lot of cursed residue here a few days ago."

"So, can you tell me what happened? I can only feel your breath here now, and nothing else."

"I met here..."

Souma Josuke explained everything that had just happened, but he still omitted some unnecessary words.

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let the singer deal with this place. I have to do it all over again this time." Gojo Satoru said in a helpless tone.

As expected, the traces of previous repairs were handled by the Conjuration Specialist.

In fact, when the system told him to hold on for one minute, he suddenly thought that there might be something arranged by the Conjuration College here, so he could survive this crisis as long as he held on for one minute.

But he didn't expect that the person coming would be Gojo Satoru, and he actually met Gojo Satoru under such circumstances.

In his calculations, he would not be able to meet Gojo Satoru until he entered Kyoto Magic College at least.

The current situation is obviously not a good meeting occasion.

"Then, please sleep for a while." Gojo Satoru stretched out his right hand and tapped his head lightly.

This was also the last word Souma Josuke heard before he passed out.

Chapter 10 The Conjuration College seems to like secret executions

Soma Josuke felt as if he had had a long dream.

It was a blue seaside, and the hot sunshine penetrated a few bustling white clouds in the sky, leaving mottled marks on the giant blue and white parasols.

He was lying on a beach chair and resting. Next to him was a blue-haired man whose appearance was unclear, and he was flipping through a booklet titled "Giants in the Clouds" in his hand.

I seem to be talking about something with the blue-haired man...

"Mosimoxi~"

"Mosimoxi~"

The heavy eyelids seemed to be tied with sandbags. Just a simple action like opening his eyes would consume all the energy of Soma Josuke.

He raised his eyebrows vigorously and carved three zigzag horizontal lines on his forehead.

After being twisted like this for a while, he successfully opened his eyes in this unsightly way.

The first thing I saw was the old stone slabs covered with traces of time.

The few candlelights surrounding it dyed the stone slabs a layer of hazy yellow, making it seem a bit warm and stylish.

Twisting and lifting his sore neck, a familiar face came into Soma Josuke's sight.

At this time, Gojo Satoru was sitting astride a wooden chair and looking at him with interest. The dim candlelight illuminated half of his face. The atmosphere was a bit warm, but it was extremely inconsistent with the expression on his face.

Looking around, Souma Josuke found that he seemed to be in a small room of less than 15 square meters. There were no windows and the walls were covered with yellow talismans with strange patterns.

“This place is...”

Even though it was his first time here, he knew exactly where this place was.

"Let me introduce myself first, Gojo Satoru, a first-year teacher at Tokyo Conjuring High School."

"Tokyo...this is Kyoto, right?"

"Yes, but now is not the time to talk about this, Soma Josuke, you have been sentenced to a secret death penalty."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to know that he was telling a terrible thing in a very slow tone.

"Death penalty? Why?"

From the moment he found himself in this small room, Soma Josuke had this suspicion in his mind.

But he thought about it carefully. He didn't seem to have done anything extremely sinful. Why did it unfold like this?

"Well... to put it simply, you might have killed someone. Do you remember that park?"

"After being tortured by your shikigami, that place has completely turned into a black swamp."

"Seven people were missing near the park last night, including the 'window' of our Conjuring High School."

"If it comes into contact with that swamp, the magic power will be slowly extracted."

"Oh, if it were another conjurer to investigate, the number of missing people would probably increase by one, and Souma-kun's crime would be even more serious." Gojo Satoru said as if he wanted Souma Josuke to praise him. .

After Soma Josuke heard that he had killed someone, he lowered his head in silence, completely unaware of what Gojo Satoru said next.

During yesterday's battle with Xia Youjie, he couldn't be distracted from thinking about whether there was anyone near the park. He also didn't expect that the evil god Hora Xiu would have such a powerful ability.

He may have killed someone.

Although it was not his intention, those missing people were probably obliterated by his shikigami.

He has never been a very upright person, but the most basic moral principles and the education he received since childhood made it difficult for him to accept this matter at once.

"Oh, Souma Josuke-san, you seem a bit negative. I don't know what's wrong with the kids these days, they all look the same."

"Okay, I'm not kidding you. Although it is a secret execution, it is not executed immediately. You are also a rare talent for us."

"Power can kill people or save people, it depends on how you use it."

Soma Josuke didn't look surprised when he heard this.

Since Gojo Satoru appears here, he will probably not be executed directly.

Conjurers are very rare, and any conjurer is a very cherished "power". Even the special-level cursed spirits and even the king of curses can avoid death. He is just a shikigami, and the danger level cannot be increased to that of How comparable the two of them are.

"So, am I going to Tokyo?" Soma Josuke asked helplessly.

Gojo Satoru seemed very happy to hear this, with a bright smile on his face.

"As expected, I'm still popular, but it's a pity, Soma Josuke-san, you need to stay in Kyoto to study at the Magic College."

"I think it was those old men who did it on purpose. They didn't intend to execute you in the first place. They just took a fancy to your ability, so they changed their ways to make me compromise."

Gojo Satoru was used to complaining, as if this was not the first time he had done so.