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All the tens of thousands of teachers, students and guests who were present at the ceremony heard his words.

"Oh?" Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"Why?" Hobson sneered, "Do you even need to ask? This is the graduation ceremony for the students of the magician school. These students who are about to graduate are all outstanding magicians. You are a Muggle. give a lecture."

Originally, Zhang Jue was speaking instead of Principal Alfred. Most of the students were just a little strange, but after Hobson reminded them, they realized that Zhang Jue seemed to be really not qualified.

Even if Zhang Jue is a consultant of the management authority, he can't use magic and is an absolute layman.

It is very taboo for a layman to guide an expert, no matter what industry or industry he is in.

It was originally just a simple speech, but after Hobson's rhetoric, it has risen to another level.

The graduate Royt, who was frightened by Zhang Jue's "fear projection", booed among the students: "Yes, he can't be allowed to speak! He has no qualifications at all!"

Gradually, some students became restless under his instigation.

This kind of thing seems absurd, but in the final analysis, these magicians' contempt for Muggles has been deeply rooted in their bones.

On the rostrum, some guests who came to watch the ceremony also began to whisper.

They didn't expect that such a thing would happen before the event officially started.

Only the old headmaster, Alfred, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he didn't take these things seriously at all.

Hobson's purpose was to use Zhang Jue as an opportunity to attack the old principal.

He thought that he had gradually gained the upper hand, but he didn't know that Zhang Jue had never been afraid of anyone when it came to lip service.

He can even do two things at once.

[So familiar aura, what exactly is it?Either in the previous world, or here, I have come into contact with this kind of thing. 】

He walked slowly to the front of the podium and picked up the microphone: "Everyone from the magic school, teachers, please be calm."

【what is it?It seems that I have just traveled here not long ago, and encountered——]

"I know, for you, Muggles are very stupid existences, and you are probably very unconvinced that I will give you a graduation speech, but what I want to say is that the topic of my speech today, in There is no one in your school who is more suitable for—”

[Ah, I remembered!is it! 】

He paused for a moment, and then laughed: "The topic I want to give you a speech is—there is more than magic in this world."

【At 087!In that bottomless stairwell, I have come into contact with this black breath! 】

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Chapter 312 "The Great War"

Magicians' contempt for ordinary people has reached a morbid level.

At the graduation ceremony, Hobson interrupted Zhang Jue's speech, and none of the teachers and students stood up to stop him.

On the contrary, they even thought he was right.

As a Muggle, Zhang Jue was not qualified to speak out at the graduation ceremony of the wizard school.

But what kind of person is Zhang Jue?

When Principal Alfred asked him to help educate these proud magicians, he refused.

Who would have thought that these people would come to their door on their own initiative, and it would be uncomfortable not to be slapped in the face.

Just die.

But up to this moment, Zhang Jue still didn't take them seriously. All he could think about now was the weird black aura.

He finally remembered where he had seen it before.

In 087, in the deepest part of that stairwell, he had seen this kind of thing.

If our memory is good enough, we can recall that after Zhang Jue just became a foundation consultant, he and Yang Xue explored 087 once.

And one day in the future, for unknown reasons, all the exploration records written by Yang Xue himself were burned.

087 is a stairwell with a platform of 610 floors. There is a door at the bottom. Behind the door is a long corridor connected to a circular altar.

On the wall of the altar, there are three murals, which probably record the story of a demon coming.

From left to right are:

A human-faced monster with four legs and eight hands started a massacre in a certain human village, and the corpses of villagers were all under his feet;

Countless villagers knelt in front of a prototype altar, cut off their faces with a knife, and worshiped devoutly;

An egg appeared in a stone basket on the altar, and a baby hatched;

At that time, Yang Xue came to the conclusion that in order to defeat monsters, human beings used some kind of mysterious ritual to summon gods.

But Zhang Jue felt that these three murals could not restore the whole picture of the matter.

In order to find out the meaning of 087's existence and satisfy his shit-like curiosity, Zhang Jue accidentally touched the stone basket in the center of the altar.

Then his consciousness was taken away.

Later he told Yang Xue that he had a sexual dream, but everyone knew that it was obviously just an excuse. During that time, he obviously experienced something else.

He didn't tell Yang Xue that he wasn't actually dreaming. The reason why he couldn't move was because his consciousness followed this altar and returned to an unknown number of years ago.

That was the age when people were still ignorant, there was no science, only theology.

In people's eyes, the sun, the moon, the earth, the sky, everything is the creation of gods.

Thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of heaven.

Which year has good weather and good weather is a gift from God.

It is also God's punishment to fail in any year.

People began to carry out sacrificial activities, and they tried to influence those gods with their devout prayers.

As a result, a new profession emerged - wizard.

The sorcerers here do not refer to magicians who use black magic like Duruk, but those who specialize in communicating with gods.

In that era, there were such people in almost every country, every city, and even every village.

They claim to be able to talk to the gods and convey the will of the gods.

Therefore, they were also enshrined, and they would come out to do it when people needed them.

No piece of land can be harvested every year.

Zhang Jue's consciousness was floating in the air.

He saw people calling wizards.

It was a man in a black robe.

He retreated in the temple for 49 days and then hatched an egg.

It was the egg in the stone basket.

Under his command, an altar was built, a stone basket was carved, and the egg was placed on it.

Not long after, a baby hatched from the egg.

After that, people really lived a smooth life again.

But no matter how people raise that baby, how they feed him, he just doesn't grow up.

The good times didn't last long, and a few years later, a bigger drought came.

For three full years, no rain fell.

The wizard began to pray to the god again.

This time he did not retreat, but directly conveyed the will of the gods to people.

People need to offer a tribute to the gods - their own faces.

Because of the baby, everyone believed in this wizard.

Some of the villagers volunteered to take part in this bizarre ceremony.

They bowed their heads devoutly and cut off their faces to offer to the gods.

The ceremony was completed, and the baby in the stone basket grew rapidly.

But to everyone's surprise, it didn't grow into a man—or a god, but a monster with four hands and eight legs.

He jumped down from the altar and slaughtered all the villagers who participated in the sacrifice.

Zhang Jue's consciousness was floating in the sky, witnessing this cruel scene.

And it wasn't until then that he realized that his and Yang Xue's guesses were all wrong.

The order of viewing murals should be from right to left.

This monster with four hands and four legs was actually summoned by humans themselves!

This was indeed beyond Zhang Jue's expectation.

He thought that the matter would end there, but what happened next made him feel even more confused.

This part is not on the mural.

The events were reversed, and the black-robed wizard fought the monster.

After a fierce battle, he defeated the monster.

The monster had all its hands and feet cut off, and was tied to a stake, unable to move.

The black-robed wizard told the remaining villagers to burn it to death.

The monster was engulfed by the flames and turned into a black aura.

Originally, the matter came to a successful conclusion here, but Zhang Jue noticed that the black aura had not completely dissipated.

They came together to form another thing.

The mist is constantly circling, and its shape is flexible and changeable. If Zhang Jue had to describe it, it would be like a spinning top.

Zhang Jue drove his consciousness, wanting to step forward to check.

But suddenly, he felt that danger was approaching.

Even if he only relives the story that happened in the past in a conscious state, the black mist can cross the time limit and cause harm to him!

What kind of power is this!

Zhang Jue didn't dare to take it too seriously, and he left the range of the fog, and his consciousness also recovered.

He didn't mention this experience with Yang Xue, firstly because they were in 087 at that time, the danger had not been lifted, and secondly because it was meaningless.

According to the clothing and building styles of the villagers, it is conservatively estimated that this incident has happened for thousands of years, maybe even earlier.

Both the villagers and the black mist have become history.

Who built 087, who painted the murals, and what exactly 087-1 (that face) and those puppets were for are all unknown.

At that time, Zhang Jue never imagined that he would see this kind of thing again in Britain thousands of miles away.

Is that black-robed wizard Duruk?

Zhang Jue thought about it, but he didn't feel like it.

Although they are both called "wizards", they should not be the same person.

When the black-robed wizard was fighting the monster, Zhang Jue didn't see him using magic or anything like that.

The two shouldn't be related.

But no matter what, the black and gloomy aura exuded under the mountain that suppressed Duruk. This famous wizard is definitely inextricably linked with that monster.

But Zhang Jue didn't plan to delve into this matter.