All-around teacher at the magic academy

"Sir, save me..." The man in black's voice was weak and desperate. He uttered these words with difficulty, looking at the man with hopeful eyes, hoping that he could lend a helping hand at this last moment and save his life that was about to end.

He never imagined that the injured man before him possessed such terrifying power, which filled him with unprecedented fear and regret as he teetered on the brink of death.

He silently blamed himself, thinking that if he had been more careful, he might not have ended up like this.

The man in black struggled desperately, trying to break free from Eric's iron grip. However, his efforts were futile; each struggle weakened him further, his strength draining away like a receding tide. His eyes bulged outwards, filled with resentment and despair, and the world was gradually fading into darkness.

Eric stared coldly at the man in black he was choking, his face devoid of any emotion, as if what he was doing was nothing more than a trivial matter.

The purple electricity in his hand meandered and surged, each leap carrying deadly force. Finally, without hesitation, Eric tightened his grip on the electricity, ending the man in black's life.

After a series of convulsions, the man in black's body slumped limply, his eyes losing their luster, his entire being like an empty shell, devoid of any life. Eric gently released his grip, letting the man's corpse slide to the ground, and slowly turned his gaze to the other man.

The man watched calmly as the last man in black fell at Eric's hands, his eyes filled with no pity, but rather with admiration for Eric's abilities.

"I'm really torn right now. Why do you have to be so outstanding?" The man sighed softly, his tone carrying a strange sense of regret. "It's so that I can't bring myself to kill you."

Eric sneered. He sensed the man's strange way of thinking, but his vigilance remained unwavering. He knew that in battle, the most lethal attacks often lay hidden behind seemingly harmless words.

The man looked at Eric, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Don't rush to attack me, your mission isn't finished yet."

Eric frowned, confused by the man's words. As he tried to understand their meaning, he suddenly noticed the six corpses of the men in black on the ground beginning to move.

Their bodies slowly writhed, then rose to their feet in a twisted and grotesque manner. These corpses seemed to be controlled by some evil force; their eyes were empty and lifeless, their movements stiff and unnatural, like puppets being pulled by strings.

Under Eric's gaze, their bodies began to twist and deform. Their once smooth skin rapidly rotted, oozing nauseating bubbles and filling the air with a foul stench. Facial muscles decayed and fell away, revealing black bones, and their empty eye sockets gleamed with an evil light.

Eric frowned, his heart filled with doubt and disgust. He didn't know why these people had turned into such terrifying monsters, but he instinctively felt that it was all closely related to the man before him.

The man admired his masterpiece and laughed loudly. He opened his arms as if embracing the dark power he controlled and enjoying the pleasure it brought.

Eric gritted his teeth and unleashed a barrage of powerful magical attacks at the hideous monsters. However, compared to their former selves, these monsters were not only more aggressive, but their defenses had also clearly improved dramatically. Eric's magical attacks, though fierce, were insufficient to completely destroy them.

Each time the monsters' attacks landed on Eric, he felt a sharp pain. He saw the skin on the parts of his body that were hit begin to fester, as if infected by some deadly virus, and the infection continued to spread.

Eric quickly retreated, creating distance between himself and the monsters. He realized that continuing close combat would only put him in greater danger; he needed to find a way to completely defeat these monsters in one fell swoop.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and focused his mind on the surging magic within him. The magic, like soldiers obeying a summons, began to spread outwards from him under his guidance. Eric's heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of the magic, each beat making the magic surge even more intensely.

As he slowly opened his eyes, purple lightning had already spread outwards like a tide, forming a vast lightning field. This field covered a large area nearby, with flashes of lightning and deafening thunder, as if proclaiming Eric's determination and power.

In this energy-filled realm, lightning rages, and relentless thunderbolts, like dancing silver serpents, weave and erupt in every corner. They intertwine to form a deadly electric grid, where anything that touches it is mercilessly destroyed.

The air within the area became scorching, the temperature rising rapidly, each breath filled with the burning sensation of ionized air. Stones on the ground shattered under the bombardment of lightning, dust billowing into the air and forming barriers of smoke. The monsters' bodies were torn to pieces by the relentless onslaught of lightning, with no chance of resurrection.

A cruel glint flashed in the man's eyes as he looked at Eric's figure, which stood like a god of death, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Intense dark elements began to surge around him, forming a dark vortex like a viscous liquid. In the blink of an eye, the man vanished from his spot, as if he had never been there at all.

Eric felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that his chest had been pierced by an unknown force, and blood was flowing out like a fountain.

The raging lightning vanished in an instant, leaving his body weak. He tried to turn around to find the man who had attacked him, but his strength was rapidly fading. Before he could even turn around, he collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

The man appeared beside Eric, looking down at Eric lying on the ground, his hand clutching a still-beating heart. He mercilessly crushed the heart, blood dripping from between his fingers.

The man muttered to himself, "Now, there's enough blood."

As he finished speaking, a huge, bright red magic circle began to appear on the ground. The magic circle was both alluring and eerie, emanating an ominous aura.

Eric lay on the ground, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, his body trembling violently, his life rapidly slipping away.

In his fading consciousness, the image of his younger brother Hansen appeared in his mind, and he was overwhelmed with endless worry and guilt. As the older brother, he could no longer provide him with any protection.

Hansen, I'm sorry, please forgive my father and me for leaving you without saying goodbye.