As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

"Anyway, it looks good."

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The southernmost part of the commercial district.

The air was peaceful, the wind was calm, and it felt like just another ordinary day.

However, strangely, the usually bustling South Commercial Street was deserted, with only mages in crimson robes and students in academy uniforms hiding in the shadows.

At the very center of the blockade is a three-story museum.

It is said that a cultist from the School of Necromancer is hiding there.

With the cooperation of the students of the Magic Academy, the Red Demon School immediately set up a barrier and blocked the streets, but did not dare to act rashly.

The methods of cultists are cryptic and unpredictable, and their strength cannot be simply judged by their bloodline level. Especially when intelligence is insufficient, thorough preparation is essential.

As the carriage with the Red Devil emblem came galloping over, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The manager finally arrived.

A tall, thin, cold-looking man with a hooked nose and a red robe got off the carriage.

A group of mages came forward and bowed in greeting.

The Archmage of Sequence 6 [Red Star] Malfoy.

He looked around arrogantly, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth because of the humility of the crowd.

Until he caught a glimpse of a few students in the corner.

He frowned in undisguised disgust.

"Why is there a troublesome little devil here?"

One of the girls, a girl with short purple hair, stepped forward a little awkwardly, bowed, and explained, "I'm Claire from the Magic Academy Student Council."

"We are here to cooperate with you gentlemen, to set up the barrier, and to assist in the pursuit of the cultists..."

Malfoy raised his hand impatiently and interrupted her: "I've seen the information."

"The barrier has been set up. You have nothing to do here."

Claire was a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a moment: "Oh? But..."

The mission they received clearly stated that they had to cooperate with the Red Demon School to fight against the cultists.

In fact, this is not the first time that students from the magic academy have completed this kind of task recently, and they have even achieved considerable results.

But Malfoy said rudely: "Don't you understand? I mean, you little brats will only get in the way even if you follow us!"

The extraordinary fluctuations of Sequence 6 vibrated faintly, causing the air to stagnate.

Sequence 6 and Sequence 7, seemingly only one level apart, are actually the threshold between the intermediate and low levels.

Taking Warcraft as an example, Sequence 89 is just the most ordinary member of the tribe, while Sequence 7 is powerful enough to be a ferocious beast in the wild.

However, Sequence 6 is the leader who is truly capable of commanding the entire tribe.

The fluctuations of a mid-level transcendent are enough to make the blood flow and breathing of ordinary low-level transcendents stagnant and difficult for just a moment.

The students, led by Claire, immediately turned pale.

But at this moment, the crisp and leisurely sound of high heels echoed from the depths of the alley.

With a faint sneer, a girl with brown hair, charming and passionate purple eyes, and a graceful and elegant figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

Just like a snake.

"I am aware of your concerns, sir. However, with my strength, I shouldn't be a hindrance, right?"

Looking at the dignified smile that did not change at all despite facing his pressure, Malfoy's eyes could not help but turn cold.

The student council president of the magic academy.

Lyanna Cassandra.

Chapter 12: Red Demons and the Undead

Lyanna came to Malfoy, picked up her brown skirt, and performed a skirt-lifting salute with impeccable grace and without servility.

"Lyanna has met my Lord."

"I understand your concerns, and I believe in your abilities. However, according to the rules, this is a joint mission between the academy and the society. If we withdraw early, it would be a disgrace to the academy."

"What's more..."

Lyanna raised her red lips and smiled slightly, showing her dignity and elegance.

"There aren't many opportunities to witness outstanding red mages in action."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the red magicians present felt secretly proud, and some even blushed.

Only Malfoy's expression darkened slightly.

Charm magic. And the casting method is quite covert!

Most magical supernatural abilities require chanting spells or some kind of hand gestures, but the other party was able to successfully cast the spell right under his nose, and he didn't even notice until the spell was successful.

Lyanna.

Even Malfoy, who always looked down on college kids, had heard of this name.

Of course, whether it's Sequence 7 or Student Council President, it's just a halo that sounds loud.

It is not uncommon for people to have great reputations but be incompetent in reality.

But after seeing this secret method of spellcasting today, and thinking about the fact that the girl was a Sequence 7 and dared to face his extraordinary fluctuations, Malfoy couldn't help but feel a little more wary of the brown-haired girl in front of him.

The growth of extraordinary people is inseparable from experience and resources. Few can be self-taught, and this is especially true for magicians.

Behind every successful extraordinary person, there is always a force supporting him.

God knows what force is behind the girl.

"Come if you want, but I warn you, don't act rashly or you'll get in my way."

Malfoy snorted coldly, turned around, and led a group of red magicians into the museum.

Only then did Claire finally breathe a sigh of relief and rushed towards her with tears in her eyes.

"President! You're finally here! That hook-nosed guy is so fierce, wuwuwuwu!"

Lyanna turned to look at her, her face cold.

"Claire, you're so useless."

"Alas?!"

"Just kidding." Lyanna raised the corners of her mouth again and turned back into the gentle and dignified student council president.

Claire smiled innocently: "I said, the president wouldn't be that bad."

"Well, I've almost gotten used to the fact that Claire is useless."

“President?!”

"Just kidding. Alright, follow them inside."

Lyanna and a group of students followed the Red Mage.

As soon as I entered the museum, I felt a chilling and piercing wave of transcendental energy floating towards me, as if I had entered a bottomless ice cellar.

Claire, who was hiding behind Lyanna, changed her expression immediately.

She leaned over to Lyanna's ear and whispered, "Speaking of which, President, do we really need to come with them?"

"Even if it's a priest, that hook-nosed old man can handle it alone, right?"

In fact, [Red Star] had fought against the priests of the cult before and achieved considerable results. He can be said to be the most active magician in the front line of fighting against the cultists.

Without preparation, a cult priest could only reach Sequence 7 at most.

It was a rare case for Roy to encounter two of them in a row, one with the blood of one of the seven great dragons, and the other with the blessing of a large-scale barrier.

However, after hearing this, Lyanna's eyes turned cold, as if she was smiling.

"Not necessarily."

"The methods used by cultists cannot be measured simply by their strength."

"Let us look forward to the performance of the Red Mage."

The brown-haired girl narrowed her eyes and uttered a faint sneer, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Those eyes without a smile were even colder and more terrifying than the extraordinary fluctuations in the air, causing Claire to tremble unconsciously.

Without any obstruction, everyone reached the third floor of the museum.

In the darkness, a skinny old man, whose body looked as if it would break at any moment, was looking at them with empty eyes.

The air grew colder, until everyone's breath was tinged with gray frost.

Only Malfoy was not affected at all. He strode forward as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

"Should I call you brave or foolish? You knew that we were conducting a large-scale hunt for the cult, yet you still stormed into the academy at this time, even appearing openly in the city..."

"Don't underestimate me, cultist!"

Malfoy shouted angrily, and red starlight suddenly lit up around him. The vast extraordinary fluctuations instantly overturned the chill in the air.

The extraordinary fluctuations of Sequence 6 were like an indestructible wall, boosting the morale of the crowd and no longer fearing the cold.

However, the thin old man shook his head.

"For our long-cherished wish, death is not a pity."

"You really have an ulterior motive. Tell me now, and I'll give you a quick death."

The old man opened his dry lips, and from his empty mouth uttered a cold sneer: "Your Excellency is too confident."

"Heh, are you kidding me? A mere Origin Level 7 Fallen One, equivalent to a Sequence , dares to appear before me. Are you overconfident?"

"I have personally killed priests of the [Withering of All Things] and the [Blood Worship Cult] before. Why do you think you are an exception?"

Although he spoke arrogantly, Malfoy secretly winked at his subordinates.

After receiving the order, the crowd quietly dispersed and surrounded the cultists in a special formation.

If it really came down to it, an ordinary Sequence 7 wouldn't be able to withstand even a single blow from a Sequence 6.

However, the cultists' methods were strange, and even someone as proud as Malfoy had to be cautious and called in a group of wizards for backup.

The old man suddenly sighed.

"sad."

"Judging strength by bloodline level is indeed a foolish idea that only mortals like you would have."

The old man suddenly opened his hands, and a strange, dark green light emanated from his deep eyes.

"Well, let me, Kalman, show you the power of my Lord—"

Before Kalman finished speaking, a red halo appeared under the feet of the magicians.

The halos are connected to each other, forming the most commonly used combat formation of the Red Mage.

The formation was complete, so Malfoy naturally had no need to waste time talking to the cultists. He just raised his hand and attacked.

The red light turned into a downpour in an instant, engulfing the skinny figure.

The next moment, flames exploded, causing a group of students, led by Claire, to exclaim in surprise.

Countless points of light roared together. Although each explosion was not very powerful, hundreds of explosions gathered together, like fireworks, which was quite shocking.

The old man was blasted into the sky without any suspense, and kept wandering in the flames and explosions, and finally fell to the ground miserably like a piece of rag.

He was missing an arm and his lower body was reduced to ash.

"How amazing! He's worthy of being a Sequence 6. He solved the problem with just one strike!" Even Claire, who had a prejudice against Malfoy, couldn't help but murmur.

Malfoy unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, thinking that the little girl was really ignorant.

He looked down at his opponent from above and said proudly, "[Withering of All Things] can heal the body, and [Blood Worship] can resist blood for defense. You should have some skills as well."

"If you don't let me see it now, there will be no chance."