"Don't look at me like this, I will be very troubled by this kind of look." Looking at the angry look of Shangyou, the tall red-haired priest sighed, but there was no slight trouble in his tone. "And, it's not me who attacked this child. I don't think it was intentional, right?"

Listening to the calm and trembling tone of the red-haired priest, a trace of anger flashed in Kamijo's eyes.

"I don't understand what kind of creature the magician is, nor do I understand what magic is, but!" Kurajo raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with an angry look, "Do you feel no guilt when you attack such a young child!"

"Sense of guilt? Sorry, I don't feel anything." The red-haired priest heard this, his tone did not change at all. He was still smoking a cigarette lazily, and the corner of his mouth, holding the cigarette, moved slightly. "But, if you finish speaking, please get out of the way, I'm going to recycle her."

"'Recycling'?" Hearing this plain word like cleaning up garbage, Shangjou thought there was something wrong with his ears, but looking at the confident face of the red-haired priest, he was sure that he had heard it wrong. For a moment, he was stunned.

"Yes, recycling." The red-haired priest said lightly, but the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly in an instant, "To be precise, it was to recycle the 100,300 magic books. However, friends would like to remind you that even if a person like you reads a magic book, it will cause you to collapse in spirit!"

"What..." The top teeth creaked, but couldn't speak.

"However, in order to prevent the ulterior motives from getting her, we must 'protect' her." The red-haired priest took out another cigarette from the cigarette box without any worries and lit it slowly, "After all, that's still a very dangerous thing."

"You bastard... what do you think of human life as!" Shangyong was already angry, clenched his fist tightly, looked at the face of the red-haired priest not far away, finally roared, jumped up, and punched the front face, but the red-haired priest dexterity dodged away.

"Who are you!" Kurajo looked at the red-haired priest who avoided his fists, and his eyes were filled with anger. "Who are you!"

"My name..." The red-haired priest raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smoke on the corner of his mouth seemed to fall off. A smile appeared on his face, but a complicated look, "Styr Magnus, although he really wanted to introduce it with his real name, he should change it at this time! My magic name, fortis931--"

"'This proves that I am the strongest reason'!"

The cigarette butt fell quietly from the corner of Stir's mouth and slowly fell down from the balcony, like a falling meteor. The next moment, something like a miracle happened.

The shooting star burned.

The blazing flames suddenly burst from the balcony downwards, turning into a fire wall nearly ten meters high, slowly gathering in the hands of the red-haired priest, and slowly forming a huge fireball in the stunned eyes of the previous entry.

"Flame." Stir said softly, the flame in his hand slowly rotated, like the sacred fire of Prometheus, which brought stability and hope to people, but the fire in his hand could only bring destruction.

"Is this... magic?" Mr. Hanyu subconsciously blocked his head with his hands, but when the flying sparks flashed in the air, he suddenly was stunned.

Is my right hand useful in the face of magic?

Can this magical right hand, called "imagine" by the Qing Palace, block this flame?

"'Givea gift to the giant'!" Stir roared, and the fireball in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into a violent explosion of flames and attacking the upper bar. The unstoppable flame, like the anger of the flame giant, rushed directly towards the young man in front of him!

In this scene, Shangji only stretched out one right hand.

In an instant, a sound of explosion seemed to come from the air, like a crying sound, suddenly exploded at the moment when the boy's right hand contacted the flame!

Looking at the corridor in front of him like a corridor of flames, Stir raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is it too heavy to start?" Steel said lightly, "But, at this level, I can't beat me."

"Is that true? Then, what about this level?"

"You say it again, this level really won't beat you?"

Two different voices suddenly came from Stir one after another, which shocked him, and an incredible look instantly appeared on his face.

Suddenly, the moment he heard the sound, Stile's right hand suddenly slashed backwards, and a huge blade of flame suddenly burst out, turning the instantly sea of ​​fire behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward.

The smoke slowly dissipated, and Steel's eyes slowly widened, with a look of incredible flashes!

In front of him, the hedgehog-headed boy who had thought he had been buried in the sea of ​​fire was standing in the smoke without any damage. In front of him was a right hand that seemed indestructible!

As if he felt Stee's gaze, the boy slowly raised his head, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"How is it possible..." Just as Stir was slightly shocked and angry, a chuckle came from behind him again.

"Is the flame of this kind of temperature?" With the faint sound of footsteps, a young young man in white smiled and walked out of the flame, "Is the flame sword of three thousand degrees? What a pity..."

"This is not a magical world." Qing Palace's voice slowly walked past Stir with a faint smile, without even turning his head, as if he didn't care about the flames spreading around him. What shocked Stir even more was that as the place where the boy walked, the flames were extinguished one after another. Even after the boy walked past, the flames produced by his runes could burn again, but the size and power of the flames were far less than before.

"Qing Palace!" Shangzhao was overjoyed.

"The magician on the side of the magic?" Qing Gong slowly raised his head and smiled at Stir, "It's really not a friendly meeting, but we've actually seen it a long time ago." As he said that, he looked at Stir with a horror and smiled slightly.

"How do you know?" Stir took a step back slightly, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes. "The ability of the Academy City? But how do you know..."

"Don't underestimate the power of science." Qing Gong ignored Stir, but turned around and gently stroked the forehead of the coma silver-haired nun behind Shangdiao who was well protected by him, and then slowly turned his head, "This is the school city!"

"This child, I can protect her body temperature with my ability and can hold on for a while." Qinggong stood up, said to Kurajo, turned his head again, looked at Stir, and sighed slightly.

"If you want to protect her, there is no need to be so artificial." Qing Gong said lightly, regardless of Steel's sudden change in expression, "I will say these words to your companions later."

"After all, she is the opponent worth fighting." Qing Gong smiled slightly, jumped gently, jumped to the railings of the corridor, and looked into the distance.

"Qinggong..." Shangjoo was slightly stunned, "You plan to..."

"It's okay, you guys continue to hit you." Qing Gong laughed, "I'm going to do what I should do, don't worry." After saying that, he chuckled at Stir and Shangyou, jumped down from the building, and a faint hot air flow floated under his feet, blocking his falling figure and disappeared directly into the eyes of the two of them.

"This..." Steel and Kamijou looked at each other, and rarely saw a speechless look in each other's eyes. Then, the air became silent for a moment.

Not long after, the flames and explosions burst out again.

"It's really going on..." Feeling the warmth that surged behind me again, Qing Gong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

"However, I don't have time to think about this at this time..."

Standing downstairs of a building, slowly raised his head, Qinggong smiled faintly.

"Magic? Saint?"

"It's better to say... he's a stingy girl."

As his whispering fell, a tall figure slowly appeared in the moonlight.

She was wearing a T-shirt tied up at her waist and torn jeans on her lower body. Her slender legs were directly exposed to the moonlight. Her long black hair tied into a ponytail drooped to her waist, slowly fluttering in the night wind. In the woman's hand, a Japanese-style knife with a length of more than two meters made her shine quietly with a dark light.

One of the "saints" with less than twenty people in the world, the most powerful man on the side of magic—

"Shen Jian Fire Weaving." Qing Palace spoke lightly.

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