Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 872 I Missed You So Much
Along with the strangely accented shouts, a turbulent flow of space erupted from the gap in the high wall.

Cracks continued to spread throughout the space, even the light and shadow cracked.

However, the howling wind suddenly stopped, as if it too had sensed something frightening and dared not make a sound anymore.

The archmages who had been rushing towards the academy all stopped abruptly for two seconds, then retreated madly.

hum! ! !
In those two seconds, they saw a figure, accompanied by swirling black flames...

What else is there besides black flames?
An unidentified black substance was flowing.

The figure's head featured two eyes that shone with a dazzling golden light.

and also…

There was also a rusty iron rod with a bent end.

It seems like there's something cute tucked into her waistband...

...

That's all we can see.

The great mages did their best.

Because the next second, the terrifying outline of the natural disaster distorted within their field of vision.

It wasn't that He was unleashing some powerful force, but rather that He was being beaten and twisted.

It was hit by that iron rod with the end completely cut off.

……

BANG!!!!

The high wall, formed by the power of the stellar order, was also shaken and cracks appeared.

Half of the calamity's body was forcibly carved into the shattered void, which is the source of the "twisting" seen by the great mages.

Flakes of fat and filthy blood flew everywhere.

The thick book of flesh and blood lunged forward, only to be driven into the ground by a crowbar.

Long tongues, eyeballs, intestines, and all sorts of filthy organs dragging on mucus piled up between each page, emitting sharp, mournful howls.

……

"Fatty!"

"I've missed you so much!!!!"

I missed you so much!!!

A violent commotion poured out from the shattered gap in space, terrifying anyone who heard it.

The words weren't particularly bizarre, but the silhouette of the figure wreathed in spiraling black flames, as seen from the perspective of the great mages, was rapidly becoming grotesque. Even the eyes, once bathed in golden holy light, began to tear, sharpen, and hang upside down.

As for the other sounds in that shattered space, they were even more chilling.

It was as if something hard and sharp was rapidly shredding flesh and blood, accompanied by the crackling sound of burning flames.

...

There were no cries of anguish from natural disasters.

But the screams from His Book of Flesh and Blood were extremely shrill.

The great magicians who lived in Ilan for years had never seen such a horrifying scene. Even just seeing a glimpse of an outline in the interplay of light and shadow would trigger a series of negative physiological reactions throughout their bodies. Some even vomited up their dinner and the stomach acid they were preparing to digest for tomorrow's breakfast.

The group of mages, clad in long robes, had completely lost their grandmaster-like dignity. They hung in mid-air at the outermost edge of the breach in the high wall, staring at the terrifying space in front of them, their eyelids twitching wildly.

...

The war of the gods as recorded by the older generation was not like this.

Isn't the power struggle between those in positions of authority a convergence and transformation of various forms of power, and more importantly, a brilliant clash of knowledge?

This scene looks exactly like a murder scene.

What kind of powerful figure is still using such an "outdated" fighting style?

...

……

The great mages suddenly realized that the person enveloped in black flames might be an ambush, a being far more terrifying than any natural disaster. Tonight's scene was likely a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

This may be the greatest calamity in the history of Ilan City.

The day the Bicardas coalition besieged the city was even more unbearable.

Because they were absolutely certain that the current Ilan Magic Academy did not have the strength to fight against the Blackfire Man.

The flames, the black matter, and the holy radiance that seemed incongruous with the former two were all forms of power that the Ilan mages could not comprehend. What they could not comprehend even more was how these powers could converge simultaneously within a single being.

When did a monster of this caliber appear in the Dream Realm? What were those old geezers on Mount Kadas doing?!

"Activate the minarets and repair the high walls! If we can only keep them outside the city, Ilan will still have a glimmer of hope!"

The leading archmage gave a loud order, directing the entire academy.

However, no one responded or took any action immediately.

The old man in the lead suddenly felt a chill on the soles of his feet, but he knew it was definitely not due to the astrological school's traditional barefoot attire.

...

Behind Old Deng, a group of great magicians stared expressionlessly at his back.

At that moment, a dark silhouette silently appeared behind Magic Old Deng.

"Shhhh."

The shadowy figure blew on the back of Old Deng's head, signaling him to turn around.

Old Deng took a deep breath. He looked again toward the breach in the high wall, only to find that the black fire and the holy golden eyes were nowhere to be seen at the "crime scene"...

He slowly turned around and saw a man wearing a black trench coat.

The man was holding the unconscious white-haired girl in his arms. He had been trying to get Old Deng's attention by blowing on the back of his head because he didn't have a free hand.

"You can take care of my sister for now."

"..."

It seems pretty normal?
A thought suddenly popped into the minds of all the great mages.

Looking at her up close now, she just looks like a parent picking up their child from school. Apart from a few mismatched accessories, there's nothing else special about her.

She even has a strangely charming quality.

And they're actually quite polite; they don't even say things like, "I'll never forgive you if you lose a single hair."

...

“If even a single hair of yours is missing, I will burn down your academy.”

Okay, he still told me.

...

The academy's oldest mage, Old Man Den, reached out to take the unconscious Kai, only to be met with a warning glare from Milo, as if to say, "Who the hell told you to carry me?"

Then his gaze swept across the group of mages to the side, finally settling on a female mage.

"You come."

"Hmm?...Oh!"

The female mage who was called stared blankly into Milo's black eyes for a long while before she reacted.

When she came over and took Kai from Milo's arms, her hands were trembling slightly. She stared into Milo's eyes the whole time, and it was impossible to know what she was thinking.

This scene was witnessed by a group of magicians.

For some reason, a picture suddenly popped into their minds: Milo was setting their academy on fire, and the female magic instructor was handing them firewood.

...

……

While the mages were lost in their own fantasies, the shadow had already vanished from their sight.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying buzzing sound began to emanate from the other side of the breach in the high wall.

(End of this chapter)