The Rebirth of the God of Law: The Lord of the God Realm

College Crisis

The dark power unleashed by Victor surged like a massive black wave, enveloping the entire academy with overwhelming force. The darkness seemed like a living demon, eroding every inch and corner of the academy with its fangs and claws. Within the darkness, a dark red light shone like a demon's eyes, gleaming with evil and ferocity.

"Ah, this dark force... it's devouring my magic!" a young teacher cried in horror. Wisps of darkness swirled around him, like countless tiny snakes crawling, trying to burrow into him. His face turned pale as paper, veins bulged on his forehead, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly. The once bright glow of magic was gradually obscured by darkness.

"Everyone, be careful! Don't let the darkness erode your minds!" the dean shouted. His voice echoed in the darkness, like a beacon in a storm, offering a glimmer of hope. However, he himself was under immense pressure. The forces of darkness constantly assaulted his defenses, each impact like a hammer hitting his heart.

Many students were not spared, struggling in the darkness, fear written all over their young faces. "I'm... I'm so scared, Jack. I feel something running wild inside me." Lily clutched Jack's arm tightly, her voice tinged with sobs, her eyes filled with tears. The light of the heart-shaped wand in her hand flickered, and the pink ribbon seemed to have lost its former vitality, hanging limply.

Jack gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm. While casting magic to dispel the dark aura around Lily, he comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Lily, I'm here! We won't let these bad guys succeed. It's like we are playing a horror game. Once we defeat them, we can show off to everyone!" Although he said it easily, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, showing his inner nervousness.

Under the frenzied onslaught of darkness, the academy's defensive magic circle creaked painfully, like an ancient sailboat about to disintegrate in a storm. The magic circle's light flickered like a candle in the wind, and the runes that symbolized the academy's ancient heritage became blurred, as if suffocating under the oppression of darkness.

In his secluded room, Carl felt as if he were at the center of a storm, yet in another world. He could clearly sense the academy's crisis, a tremor deep within his soul, as if an invisible bond between him and the academy was being tugged at by a dark force.

"Victor, you bastard!" Carl cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes snapping open, blazing with anger. He knew that if he couldn't break through in time, couldn't stop Victor, the academy would be reduced to ruins in this dark disaster, and all the teachers and students would suffer catastrophic consequences.

At this moment, his magic power surged through his body like a raging river. He accelerated his training, each movement of his magic power a race against time. The magic power whizzed through his meridians, causing waves of excruciating pain, but he paid no heed.

"Carl, you can't be impatient, or you might go astray!" A voice suddenly sounded in Carl's mind. It was the spiritual imprint left by his former mentor, reminding him at the critical moment.

"Teacher, I don't have time anymore. The academy needs me. If I don't take the risk, everything will be lost." Carl responded in his heart. His eyes became more determined and he continued to guide the magic power towards a higher level.

On the battlefield of the academy, the teachers were still resisting stubbornly. Teacher Allen's golden lightning struggled through the darkness, each bolt a roar of fury: "You scum of darkness, don't even think about destroying our academy!" His golden hair stood on end from the surge of magic, and his clothes were drenched in sweat, but his attacks didn't weaken in the slightest.

Teacher Alicia's water balls and dragons were already struggling. Dark forces were constantly eroding the water element, and a pungent smell permeated the mist. "Damn! This dark force is too strong." She frowned, waving her coral wand faster, trying to stabilize the water element.

Teacher Benjamin remained calm and composed, guarding the magic circle. He continuously drew strength from the academy's ancient magical source, repairing the cracks in the defensive magic circle. "Everyone, hold on! We are the protectors of the academy. We cannot let the hard work of our ancestors be destroyed." His voice was hoarse, but full of power.

The dean attempted to break through the enemy's defenses and stop Victor. The inheritance wand in his hand erupted with dazzling light, slashing like a sharp blade at the enemy's encirclement. "For the academy, fight them!" he shouted, emboldening the surrounding teachers to launch an even more fierce attack.

However, Victor's men were also very tenacious. With the help of the power of dark magic props, they resisted the attacks of the teachers. The two sides fell into a stalemate, and every second of stalemate made the crisis of the academy more serious.

At this critical moment, Carl felt a new power awakening within him during his training. It was a magical power beyond his previous understanding, as if a mysterious force from beyond the barriers of the world was merging with his soul. He knew he was getting closer to a breakthrough, but time was running out. The academy was on the brink of life and death.

"Karl, you must succeed!" During a break in the battle, Jack looked up at the direction where Karl was training, his eyes filled with anticipation and prayer. He knew that only Karl could save the academy and dispel this darkness.

"We believe in you, Senior Carl!" The other students echoed in unison. Amidst the fear of darkness, they placed their final hope in Carl. Those cries, like light piercing the darkness, reached Carl's heart, bringing him even more strength and courage.

Victor had already approached Carl's secret chamber, the dark magic item in his hand emitting a light that threatened to engulf everything around him. "Carl, your end has come!" Victor laughed wildly, his laughter echoing in the darkness like the cry of a night owl, chilling and terrifying.

The entire academy was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere of tension. Darkness and hope were colliding fiercely, and the scales of fate were waiting for Carl's decision.