After leaving the world of all NPCs

Shokuhou Misaki turned her gaze towards Ye Zuochen, who had been standing quietly in the shade of a nearby tree. Her voice instantly switched to a lazy, sweet tone. "Dear, I've suddenly become very interested in the structure of this child's brain. Can I examine it?"

She shook the remote control in her hand, her eyes sparkling with eagerness to try.

Ye Zuochen put his hands in his trouser pockets and said calmly, "I advise you not to."

"The church asked her to memorize the grimoire so she could become familiar with magic from all over the world and be prepared for emergencies."

"The true mission of the Index is to 'neutralize magic throughout the world.'"

"But this power itself is a double-edged sword hanging overhead. Even a tiny operational error can trigger a chain reaction sufficient to plunge the entire world into the abyss of destruction."

The courtyard was silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The anger on Stiyl's face froze, as if he had vaguely caught some terrible hidden meaning.

Ye Zuochen continued, "Those British people, whether they're the 'Royalists' or the 'Puritans,' what are they trying to protect? They're trying to protect themselves from being injured by this sword, or from being taken away by someone else."

"So, two lines of insurance came into being."

He held out two fingers.

"The first one is 'Automatic Scribe'."

"When someone attempts to forcibly access the treasure trove of knowledge within the 'Forbidden Index' brain, this device will be forcibly activated. It will take over her body and mind, freely utilizing the knowledge contained in 103,000 grimoires to fight the enemy, completely protecting the treasure trove of knowledge from usurpers. It is the most powerful defense device."

Index subconsciously touched her neck, a trace of confusion that no one noticed flashed in her green eyes.

"The second one is the 'collar'."

"It's a threat to Index's life, requiring her to perform magic and rituals to erase her memory every year. It's also a shackle that binds her to prevent her from betraying me."

"The 'Collar' technique uses a strange symbol carved deep into Index's throat as a medium, and sets up multiple layers of protective barriers. If Index doesn't erase her memories by the end of the one-year period, the ritual will automatically take effect, endangering her life."

Shokuhou Misaki instantly grasped the core of the matter: "So, the fundamental reason why Index would die if her memories were not cleared within a year is not due to insufficient brain capacity, but to that 'collar'."

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly.

Stiyl's tall body shook violently, the color drained from his face, and he stared at Index.

"Whether it's magic or science, it's all the same in the end..." Shokuhou Misaki took a deep breath and looked at Ye Zuochen: "Dear, do you have a solution?"

"It's not difficult." Ye Zuochen was a little surprised. "But you really have a kind heart. You actually want to save her. This is inconsistent with your character."

"That's annoying!" Shokuhou Misaki's cheeks flushed, and she glared at him angrily. "My dear, you're saying that, as if I was born to be a pure villain who hides in dark corners and carries out conspiracies with a mind-controller! I have sympathy too, okay?"

Ye Zuochen shrugged indifferently and returned his gaze to Index: "Index, do you believe me?"

Index put down the syrup-stained fork in her hand. Her emerald eyes reflected Ye Zuochen's figure. She nodded vigorously, her silver hair swaying, and a bright smile appeared on her face: "Believe it!"

Ye Zuochen nodded.

"——The sea of ​​worldly wisdom all flows into my jar, the true forms of all things are my models——"

Behind his right shoulder, a translucent arm appeared out of thin air without any support.

As soon as the "Head of Greed" appeared, it immediately rushed towards Index's slender neck and directly penetrated into Index's body.

Index only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before her entire body trembled violently as if an electric shock had occurred.

The transparent hand seemed to be accurately exploring the depths of Index's "existence", and then it suddenly pulled outward!

laugh--

Two extremely complex "entities", entangled by countless flickering spells and twisted energy threads, were roughly dragged out of Index's body by transparent hands.

One of them was a rotating halo composed of countless fine golden runes, and at its core one could vaguely see the shadow of a constantly flipping book of light—the Automatic Journal!

The other one was a dark thorn collar, the inner ring of which was covered with sharp barbs, facing the fatal part of the throat - "Collar"!

Two spells appeared before the eyes of everyone in the courtyard, exposed to the sunlight.

"What is this?" Stiyl was in disbelief.

What is this "hand"?

Completely incomprehensible.

magic?

superpower?

It seems like neither.

Could it be an angel spell?

Magic, with some exceptions, is basically a technology created by "untalented people in order to catch up with talented people."

By infusing magic power into one's own blood vessels and nerves, one can use magic by simply performing symbols through body movements or gestures.

In addition to magic based on personal magic power, there is also magic that utilizes the power of the earth veins and dragon veins that originate from the land, or the so-called "angel power", which is the power stored in different phases of the same world.

Therefore, it is not about creating energy to use magic, but rather you must choose the magic to use according to the nature of the energy.

However, the ability Ye Zuochen is using now makes it impossible to determine what kind of energy he is using.

Moreover, he actually pulled out two magical entities?

This is ridiculous.

Just when Stiyl's mind was in a mess.

Clang!

The sound of a sword, clear enough to split the soul, tore through the air above the courtyard.

A cold light that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye slashed down at the transparent arm that was holding the two magical shackles.

Before the blade flashed, the unparalleled sharp aura had already made everyone in the courtyard feel a tingling sensation on their skin, and Shokuhou Misaki's honey-colored hair was blown back by the strong wind.

In the cold light, a tall and powerful figure appeared in the center of the courtyard as if teleporting.

Her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail, leaving a trail of cold waves behind her.

His amethyst-like eyes were as sharp as a knife, suppressing all shock, anger and confusion under an icy calm.

The old jeans wrapped around her slender and strong legs, and the left leg was cut off at the thigh, revealing her smooth and explosive skin.

The hem of the white short-sleeved T-shirt was casually tied around her slender and tight waist.

A pair of cowboy-style boots firmly crushed a corner of the courtyard floor tiles.

On the rough leather belt slung across his waist was an ancient sword that was more than two meters long. The scabbard was simple and the handle was plain.

At this moment, the cold edge was rushing out from the sheath, pointing at the "Head of Greed"!

Kamisaki Kaori!

The blade turned into a cold white line and slashed towards the transparent arm that had just pulled the "Auto-Memoir" and "Collar" out of Index's body!

puff--

The knife flashed, going straight through.

It was like splitting open a phantom of nothingness.

It was like cutting into non-existent air.

The "Head of Greed" remained motionless, not even the faint light flowing on its surface rippled. Kamiya Kaoru's fatal blow that exceeded the speed of sound was just an insignificant breeze that brushed past it.

Kamiya Kaoru's pupils suddenly contracted, and at the moment the sword missed, her slender and agile body, with an extraordinary physical reaction, slammed her toes on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, instantly creating a distance of dozens of meters.

When she landed, her body sank slightly, and her right hand was back on the hilt of the "Seven Days Seven Swords" at her waist. Her posture was as if facing a formidable enemy. The taut muscle lines were clearly visible under her white T-shirt and cut-off jeans, and her ponytail swung violently in the wind caused by her retreat.

Her gaze was fixed on the transparent arm holding the two spells. "It's not magic. This is a power similar to that of saints like us, energy from other phases... the characteristics of fallen angels. It's strange, truly unheard of."

Ye Zuochen kindly explained, "This is power. It's the strength that makes a god a god. It's not the same as the magic you know."

"Power..." Kanzaki Kaori chewed on this unfamiliar word, but at the moment she had no time to delve into it: "That kind of thing doesn't matter for now! Heretic magician! Your goal is to seize the 130,000 grimoires in Index's head!"

Ye Zuochen tilted his head slightly, then smiled and said, "I haven't thought about it. After all, magic is really useless. I don't have the Marquis's taste for mystery and wisdom. But since you said so, I will use the [Fallen Dragon's Sin Crown] to copy all the magic!"

"Is that so!" Kanzaki Kaoru's eyes darkened completely, "I will never allow you to hurt this child!"

"No," Ye Zuochen shook his head gently, his eyes calm, "I didn't hurt her."

The "Head of Greed" casually spread out its five fingers, and the "Auto-Memorial" halo and "collar" thorns that were tightly imprisoned by it were clearly exposed in front of Kamisaki Kaoru.

With just one glance, Kanzaki recognized the two spells.

Kanzaki Kaori's sharp gaze instantly fixed on the two materialized magical shackles in the hands of the "Head of Greed", and subconsciously looked at Index who was trying hard to swallow the last bite of pancake in her mouth.

There was no sign of pain or discomfort in the green eyes except for satisfaction with the food and a little confusion about the confrontation before them.

That pure look cannot be faked.

Kamiya Kaoru frowned slightly, and her fingers gripping the hilt of the sword loosened slightly, barely perceptibly. She was still on guard, but Ye Zuochen's explanation and Index's safe and sound condition had already made her believe it to some extent.

However, the tense back did not relax.

Shen Lie Huo Zhi took a deep breath and nodded slightly to Ye Zuochen: "I am sorry for being rude and misunderstanding your intentions. I apologize."

"However, the existence of the 'Forbidden Index' concerns the balance of world magic, and its knowledge must not be plundered."

"So, as part of my duty, I can only take action here and stop you from copying the magic book."

Ye Zuochen chuckled and asked, "You may do it. But remember, Kamisaki Kaori, are you challenging me on behalf of the Pope of the Amakusa-style Cross Cult? Or are you declaring war on me as a member of the English Puritan Church?"

Kamiya Kaoru was slightly startled: "Is there...any difference?"

Ye Zuochen simply said, "I am the king. Wherever I stand is the king's land. Challenging me is a war between nations."

"I understand." Kamiya Kaoru placed her right hand firmly on the hilt of the sword, leaned forward slightly, and made the most standard starting posture of sword drawing. An aura strong enough to cut through steel began to gather around her.

"Then, as a British Puritan magician, I will reclaim the knowledge of the 'Index of Forbidden Books'!"

She glanced at Index, "Can you please keep this child away?"

"No need." Ye Zuochen's answer was still calm, even with a hint of laziness. "The winner will be decided soon."

"How courageous!" Kamiya Kaoru growled, condensing all her faith, awareness, and will to protect into a name imprinted deep within her soul, and pronounced it:

"Salvare000 (Support those who cannot be saved)!"

Latin chants echoed in the courtyard, as if ancient vows were ringing at the soul level.

Reporting the name of the magic spell means giving your all and fighting for life and death!

Modern magicians will engrave their wishes and goals in Latin on their souls, which is called a "magic name".

The number after the Latin word is to prevent people from using the same word twice, just like the login name of E-MAIL.

The name a magician uses when using magic is equivalent to letting the other party see his or her trump card or strength.

The name of the magic contains the reason why you practice magic. Once you use this name to fight, you must maintain the corresponding awareness.

At this time, Stiyl quickly warned: "Be careful, Shenzhe. This man's third hand can seize magic and has strange abilities. I was defeated suddenly."

Shokuhou Misaki pressed the remote control at Stiyl, "Silence."

Stiyl shut up instantly.

Ye Zuochen turned a deaf ear to all this and just raised his right hand casually.

"——Anyone who faces me will give up all hope——"

The sky above the courtyard was torn apart!

A dragon head, so huge that it is difficult to describe in words, suddenly appeared from the place where Ye Zuochen's right shoulder disappeared.

Each bronze scale was as big as a house, and the dragon's neck stretched upward like a mountain range, piercing the sky and instantly breaking through the boundaries of the villa courtyard. Its length reached a soul-shaking one thousand meters!

The sky above the entire Academy City was shrouded by this suddenly appearing bronze dragon head that was as majestic as a mountain.

The "Head of Greed" is completely liberated!

It hovered ten thousand meters in the air, with its dragon head slightly lowered.

The spot of liquid gold in the throat has now turned into a scorching golden sun, shining brightly, covering the entire courtyard below and even a large area of ​​the street in a sacred and majestic golden glow.

At the top of the dragon's head, between the two forked bronze horns, countless illusory scrolls, star maps, and mysterious runes flow like waterfalls, constantly being born and dying, as if containing all the knowledge and secrets of the universe.

The vast divine power comes with a bang!

"Uh……!"

Kamisaki Kaoru felt as if struck by lightning, and the "holy marks" hidden in her body instantly became extremely hot. She felt it, and the saintly characteristics in her body gave her a strange feeling. Her purple eyes instantly lost focus, and her lips moved unconsciously, uttering an old term: