The Dean Has Arrived

"Is this... the manifestation of a miracle?" Fleur's eyes widened, looking at the huge blue figure standing in front of them.

The difference between great magicians and ordinary magicians lies in whether they have realized and awakened their own miracles. This point has almost become common sense in the magic world, and all magicians understand it.

But the difference between the legendary great mage and the great magician seems a bit ambiguous. I am afraid that even the strongest human being, the old man Shaman, cannot explain this clearly.

But what is certain is that if you want to step into the hall of legend, you must first manifest your own miracles into a visible image—for example, Her Royal Highness the Vampire Princess has done this very well.

"No, this is not a miracle." Elilia shook her head, and the expression on the lady's face was a little confused: "I can feel life and soul from it...but I can't be sure what it is what is..."

Alisa, who was the only one who could answer them, had her eyes tightly closed at this moment, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and a look of pain appeared on her face. From the protruding veins under her neck, it could be seen that they controlled the blood vessels in front of her. The maiden of the giant is not having it easy right now.

The halo on her head spun even more rapidly, making a 'squeak' sound a bit like a DVD reading disc.

"The product of the realm of the soul... Even though he is just a mortal, he dares to touch the forbidden realm!"

In contrast, the puppet that had been promoted to a god on the opposite side uttered such an angry shout in everyone's mind.

Fleur was keenly aware of the panic hidden in it, which was not obvious.

In the next moment, more violent blows than before followed. At first glance, it looked like a huge tennis racket-like magic array composed of rays of light blasted towards them, but the 'net' was made entirely of divine words, containing For ordinary magicians, it can be regarded as a terrifying magic power. Even just passing by, the space is distorted like a stove.

The Funeral Sea-Monster stretched out his hand to slap the magic circle without hesitation, and as soon as he touched it, the Sea-Monster's hand was twisted and broken, and dissipated into the air. The magic circle exploded in the air, setting off a gust of wind that shook the magic ship.

Fortunately, Tio made a decisive decision, risked overloading his equipment, and fully operated the wind element, abruptly stabilizing the airflow around the magic ship. Just like this, green smoke rose from the equipment on the girl's body. And there was a scorching smell of something burnt, and it seemed that it was not far from being scrapped.

Eve, who had long been forgotten by Floris in the corner, was blown far away by the wind with her arms in her arms, and was finally stabilized by relying on the magic string.

In the blink of an eye, the siren's hand recovered, and it roared at the doll with an angry voice.

"I see, it's just a 'key'... Even if the realm of the soul is opened, it still can only act on instinct. Stupid creatures, dare to fight against me like this!"

Although the blow failed, it was unexpectedly discovered that Alisa seemed to be unable to control the god doll of the funeral siren very well, and it returned to its previous momentum, and continued to shout in the minds of others.

After she finished speaking, she flapped her wings, and a large amount of black and white magic power mixed above her head, converging into a magic sphere that was constantly beating like a heart.

"In the name of God, I will give you heavenly punishment!"

Immediately, the gray magic sphere catapulted towards the magic ship!

"Woo..." Alisa wailed softly. Protruding veins could already be seen on her forehead, face, and back of her hands. A line of blood and tears flowed from her tightly closed eyes, and there were signs of bleeding in her ears.

As she did her best, the Funeral Sea-Monster also stretched out her hands, barely resisting the magic ball.

The two mixed magic powers were violent and swift, and the hands of the Funeral Siren were repeatedly destroying and repairing. As time saw, the sphere was slowly advancing towards the magic ship.

However, this is not the end.

"Repent in the endless hell. Mortals!"

Several identical magic balls appeared around Floris, only slightly smaller, and flew towards the magic ship again!

Except for Alisa who closed her eyes tightly, everyone else's faces turned livid-one can't resist it anymore, so many words coming together. Even the funeral sea monster will be beaten to pieces!

And Alisa still gritted her teeth, and the speed of the halo on her head increased by another level, but the originally stable ring began to shake a little.

If hit by a direct hit, I am afraid that no one here will survive.

But someone prevented this from happening.

"It's not your turn to manage the affairs of hell!"

Suddenly appearing on the flight path of the magic ball, the little man wearing a cloak and a hood kicked the magic ball away with one kick, blasting a mushroom cloud far away.

The other magic balls were all swallowed by the sudden space cracks, sent into the void and completely annihilated.

Then Xi Wei's figure appeared in front of everyone: "Sorry, it took me a lot of time to come out of the shelter."

"Teacher!" "Xi Wei!" "Mr. Edrick!" The others couldn't help shouting in surprise.

After Xi Wei nodded to them, he touched Alisa's head, which still had blood on her face.

And Alisa opened her eyes, and showed an extremely weak smile to Xi Wei: "Teacher... Did I help you?"

"You did very well." Xi Wei responded with a smile: "You are indeed my proudest student."

"Then... okay..." Before she finished speaking, the girl passed out.

Just entrusting Alisa to Alice's care, Holo, who was still alive and domineering just now, fell from the sky with smoke as soon as she looked up.

"Damn it, this guy is stronger than expected. Even if I fight in person, I might not be able to win... It's better to retreat quickly."

The clothes on Holo's body had become a little tattered, and the two dog ears on her head were hanging down limply, looking extremely embarrassed: "At least you can't beat her!"

As a god, ordinary attacks are completely ineffective against it in terms of the law-this is the same as no matter how many seconds a move in animation or novels, but it can never affect reality, it is not a level in itself s things.

Not to mention that Holo was just a clone, even if Cerberus came in person, I'm afraid there would be nothing he could do about such a rascal.

"Not necessarily."

Xi Wei ignored Holo's advice, looked at the god doll Flores with a straight face, and whispered softly, "The seed of defeating her was planted four hundred and twenty-six years ago."