Chapter 203: The Destroyed Demisoor
Demisool School of Magic, the most famous and oldest magic school in the Kingdom of Fiore.
But few people know that a long time ago, Demisool College had another name, Mildian College.
Four hundred years later, even the mighty dragons were almost extinct. Originally, this ancient academy should have been buried in the wreckage of history, but to this day, it still survives tenaciously. All this is thanks to one person, the greatest dark magician in the history of the magic world, Zeref.
As a child, Jellal studied magic here. Because of his excellent grades and his knowledge of theory, research, and magic that were far beyond that of ordinary people, he was hailed as the most outstanding genius in history.
Whether it is the Paradise System that can resurrect people or the Solar Eclipse that can travel through time and space, they are all his masterpieces when he was studying in this academy.
Of course, these masterpieces have little to do with the academy itself. The only purpose of this academy is to give Jellal the opportunity to learn magic, and then watch him grow up, touch the border between life and death, and finally witness him being cursed by Anshen, taking the lives of all the teachers and students in the academy.
After that, this place was abandoned for a long time.
Until one day, a group of people who were pursuing ancient magic found this place. They discovered the magic books left here and were overjoyed. So they rebuilt the academy on the original site, enrolled students and gave the academy a new name, Demisool School of Magic.
After hundreds of years of development, Demisool School of Magic has become a magic school that many wizards yearn for, and has cultivated talents one after another. For example, among the four leading candidates in this admissions exam, the other three, except Kira, have studied here before.
The Demisoer School of Magic is nestled in the mountains and beside the water. There are monsters and goblins everywhere in the mountains, strange rocks and plants in the water, and all kinds of novel magic technologies are interspersed between the bizarre buildings, giving people a feeling of high-end, classy, low-key luxury and connotation.
On weekdays, at this time, students will discuss magic and teachers will study technology; some students will fight and teachers will guide them; some students will work hard and teachers will help them... They learn from each other, make progress together, and occasionally take some time to fall in love and enjoy a leisurely, comfortable and peaceful life in seclusion.
Every year, a group of new students enroll and a group of old students graduate, educating talented children and producing excellent wizards.
However, this situation cannot continue today!
The centuries-old magic academy was attacked by the dark magic guild, Devil's Heart, during the annual entrance examination!
Boom! Bang! Bang!
All I could see were ruins and rubble, collapsed buildings, broken stone statues, gradually freezing corpses, and companions still fighting desperately. The familiar scene no longer existed, as if I were in hell.
All I could hear were fighting and wailing, the clash of magic, my companions' requests for help, the sorrowful and desolate cries, the destruction that was about to engulf the academy, and the endless laughter of strange people. Everything was like a nightmare.
The magical war filled with blood and tears made invisible sorrow and pain permeate the originally peaceful and tranquil magic academy, nourishing the darkest hatred and resentment in human nature.
Black flames fell from the sky like a meteor shower, scattering all over the collapsed academy, creating uneven , or hitting the grass and burning pieces of ashes.
The black flames seemed to block out the sunlight above. A frenzied figure laughed wildly: "Woohahaha!! Come on, come on!! I will burn you all to ashes!!"
"The Flame God's Roar!"
A large amount of black flames spit out from Zankro's mouth. The flames were extremely hot and could not be extinguished. They mercilessly burned everything they touched until only a ball of charcoal was left.
"Damn it...why is water magic useless against these black fires?!"
"Don't use fire magic, or he'll eat you. That's god-killing magic!"
"How on earth did they break through the defense barrier and enter the academy?"
"Hold on, we must hold on until the dean comes back! She will definitely be able to save us!"
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, a figure attacked him from behind and knocked him away.
"What a shame you guys couldn't hold out until she came back!"
Zankro is the most arrogant and destructive of the seven followers. After learning the magic of destroying gods, he thinks he is superior to others and regards the weak as ants: "Woohahaha!!! Burn to ashes!! "
The scorching black flame appeared in Zankro's hand again. A cruel and crazy smile appeared on his face. After a short period of accumulation of strength, he threw it with force. The flame was like a natural disaster and divine punishment, cruelly attacking everyone in the academy.
"Flame God's Kagutsuchi!"
Kagutsuchi is the name of the legendary god who controls fire. One can imagine how powerful the moves named after him are.
Seeing the ultimate move coming, everyone in the academy shouted: "Oh no! Get out of the way!!"
But it's too late!
The power of the high-temperature black flame is unimaginable and is completely incomparable to ordinary fire magic. All matter that stands in its way is disintegrated and destroyed in a very short time, and burned to ashes.
Seeing that the ferocious black flame beast was about to take a young life in the next moment, a white magic circle suddenly appeared out of thin air, and mysterious runes connected the front and back to form a condensed magic prison, which forcibly wrapped up the flying black flame and fixed it in the air.
The students in the academy who had escaped death trembled and said, "We're...we're saved..."
"Huh? Who is it?!" Zankro didn't expect that his magic could be blocked like this.
As soon as the words fell, several people felt a powerful and condensed magical pressure falling from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to move.
Zankro's face changed: "Oh? Who is this oppressive feeling? Is it the dean of this college?"
Before Zankro finished his sigh, he saw a huge circular magic circle emerging from the ground beneath his feet. The radius of the circle was 5 meters, and it was densely covered with a bunch of magic runes that he couldn't understand. The runes emitted white light, and suddenly, the light condensed into shape, turning soft into hard, and in the blink of an eye it became an extremely solid cage.
Powerful and holy, the entire magic looks like a divine act.
But Zankro was not afraid at all, instead he became more murderous: "I am using the magic of killing gods! !"
He raised his right foot and stomped hard on the ground. The ground cracked and black flames suddenly surged up and spread all over his body, making Zankro look like a fire lord walking out of the dark hell. Then magic gathered.
“Flame God Sword!!”
A powerful magic was uttered, and the black flame formed a big knife in his hand, which seemed to completely shatter the magic cage around him.
Black flames exploded, expanding outwards continuously, while white light fell, continuously squeezing inwards; the two magics of Darkness and Holy White were like two bulls fighting each other, and after a brief confrontation, they canceled each other out in mid-air, erupting into a hurricane of magic power, blowing smoke and dust all around, making it impossible to see anything.
Those who were more flexible immediately seized the opportunity to escape, but those who were worried or who had not yet figured out the situation were still standing there waiting stupidly.
After a long time, the strong wind dissipated, revealing two figures, one old and one young, standing in the middle.
Zankro was still laughing wildly towards the sky: "Woo hehehe...Are you the one who is stopping me? Damn old man?"
Looking at the old figure standing in front of everyone, the lucky ones who survived exclaimed: "You... are Speaker Gulandoma of the Council?!"
"Leave him to me, you go support the others first!"
The voice was old and low, yet powerful and majestic, as if filled with endless rage.
At this moment, Gulandomashou had none of the kindness and gentleness that an old man of his age should have. Instead, his eyes were sharp and his aura was ferocious.
He was so angry that his white beard was shaking and his hair was standing on end. The hand wrapped in bandages and tightly grasping the snake-head wooden staff began to tremble from the force. Holy White's magic power could not be suppressed and emanated from his body, hand, and magic staff.
"The dark guild 'Devil's Heart'... the evil wizards!! I will kill you here today!!"
