Chapter 891 "The Reincarnation of the God of Law"

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"Come and try this magic candy. As a Muggle, you must have never eaten such fun things." The little fat man bought some strange delicacies on the train and began to entertain Wang Yan enthusiastically.

"Little fat man, can you please not call me a Muggle?" Wang Yan said with a slight protest while eating those strange-tasting things.

"Because you are a Muggle." The little fat man smiled heartlessly and cracked the candies one by one. He usually couldn't bear to buy these things. But in order to entertain this Muggle from afar, he still made up his mind and shed some blood.

"So, you majored in fire magic?" After Wang Yan chatted with him for half an hour, this heartless little fat man even told Wang Yan all his secrets.

The little fat man said firmly: "Fire magic is the coolest and most powerful magic. Brother Muggle, I'm not bragging. I will go all out to cast a fireball, which is as powerful as a rocket shell."

"With your strength, this kind of powerful magic can't be used many times, right?"

"How is it possible? What do you, a Muggle, know? When we get to the academy, we will go to the shooting range to let you see it." The little fat man said unconvinced, "By the way, the new semester has started, and there is a senior who is giving a performance test to the new students. I will let you, a Muggle, see what it means to be a little flame son!"

The little flame son is the nickname given by the little fat man himself.

Such an awkward nickname made Wang Yan's eyelids bulge, and he said insincerely: "Okay, I look forward to your performance."

The little fat man patted his chest, saying that he would definitely make Wang Yan, a Muggle, stunned and let him see what real fire magic is.

"By the way." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, knocking on the magic candy that would jump in his mouth and said, "Is our train safe? Will there be monsters attacking?"

"There have been a few times in history." The little fat man thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, Muggle brother, if you really encounter an attack, I will protect you."

At this moment.

A black monster came from a distance, and with a bang, it hit the train glass hard. The solid glass was smashed into pieces, and the monster rolled into the train.

"What!? Monster attack!?"

The little fat man was shocked and took out his magic wand in a hurry. His hands kept shaking, "Oh my God, it's a gargoyle."

Gargoyle!

That kind of monster is pitch black and is made of the magic stone obsidian. It is powerful and can tear tigers and leopards apart. It also has strong magic resistance. It is the favorite magical creature of some alchemists to refine and use as subordinates and troops.

"Wow~li~wu~lai~"

The little fat man stood in front of Wang Yan, dancing with magic circles, and uttered difficult magic syllables. His magic wand shone, condensing into a ball of scorching fire.

"Boom!"

A football-sized fireball flew out in an arc and hit the gargoyle accurately. In the violent explosion, the gargoyle with a combat power of D level exploded into pieces.

Wang Yan watched silently on the side. This little fat man has good qualifications and potential. In the face of danger, he was able to react so quickly, and a fireball spell was blasted quickly and accurately.

"Damn black magician." The little fat man complained, and then hurriedly shouted, "Muggle brother, follow me closely, I have to save my juniors."

The little fat man did not dare to slack off. While he killed a gargoyle, more gargoyles broke through the window and rushed into the carriage. Don't underestimate the D-level gargoyles. Many senior students are only D-level or D+ level.

Some students who have just entered school or are in the first or second grade face gargoyles as dangerously as ordinary people facing a tiger.

In the next seat, several students in magic robes ran out screaming, followed by a hideous gargoyle, whose sharp claws grabbed the last little girl's head.

"Damn it, it's too late." The little fat man's face turned red and his neck was thick, and he recited magic spells quickly. But he knew that he couldn't save the girl who just entered school.

Just when the little girl wanted the gargoyle to scratch her head, the terrible gargoyle suddenly seemed to be hit by a spell of immobilization and was fixed in mid-air. The little girl successfully escaped from the tiger's mouth and stumbled behind the little fat man.

"Fireball!"

The little fat man was surprised and surprised. He didn't have time to think about why the gargoyle suddenly stopped. A hot fireball whistled out of the magic wand and blasted the "stupid" gargoyle.

The broken obsidian and fireball fragments flew around, causing some students to suffer minor injuries. But even if they were slightly injured, it was better than being caught by the gargoyle.

Fireball is indeed the favorite of low-level magicians, and it is powerful enough. With the current C+ level strength of the fat boy, if he uses other magic, he will definitely not be able to deal with the gargoyle in one shot.

"Senior Bob is so handsome." "Woo woo~ Senior Bob, I want to marry you when I grow up."

Some of the rescued juniors and juniors admired the fat boy who was like a god, and were grateful. This made the fat boy, who was still wondering why the gargoyle stopped, instantly full of blood, and shouted righteously, "Everyone follow me, pay attention to the formation, and the senior students protect the juniors."

He rushed into the depths of the carriage with big strides, and the juniors followed him like a god. His fat body was now as majestic as a god. The little fat man showed his divine power, and he was invincible wherever he went. Every fireball he fired could blow up a gargoyle. He put aside his doubts and became more and more courageous.

In a short time, he saved more than 20 juniors. Among them, there were also several D-level students. With their protection, the students were much safer.

The whole train seemed to be attacked by gargoyles.

The battle unfolded everywhere.

Two auras belonging to A-level strongmen rushed into the sky from the front of the train, and Lydia's voice was transmitted to every carriage: "All senior students, protect the juniors, I will deal with the black magician."

In the sky, lightning and thunder, the magic fluctuations were as violent as a tsunami.

"Damn it, why is Lydia on the train? Well, how could it be possible, you, you, you are the prophet Saladin!" A gloomy and angry voice came from the sky.

Obviously, that voice should be the magician behind the attack. The other party obviously did not expect that there were two A-level magicians hidden on the magic train, which was usually guarded by only a few B-level instructors.

One of them was the famous descendant of King Solomon, Saladin.

"Saladin, I will deal with this black magician." Lydia continued to cast magic and bombarded the black magician, "Please go and save our students."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen on the train." Saladin was also very angry. He was "dating" well, but was interrupted by a black magician, "Let's join forces to kill this garbage."

As for the train, he was not worried. There was a son of fire hidden on the train. Even if an S-level magician went there, he would not get any benefits.

Boom boom boom!

There were deafening sounds of magic bombardment in the sky. When the strength reached the level of A-level magicians, the momentum was very huge under one attack magic.

Wang Yan didn't pay attention to the battle in the sky. Saladin was a rich man with a lot of equipment and magic scrolls on his body. Once he burst out with all his strength, even half-step S-level would have to think twice.

On the train, several B-level instructors who were guarding the place quickly shocked the scene and led the students to suppress the gargoyles. Among those gargoyles, a few were B-level, a small part were C-level, and the vast majority were D-level. The instructors, of course, had to deal with those B-level gargoyles.

The rest of the gargoyles, they had to rely on the students to fight by themselves. Fortunately, there were also many senior students on this train. The worst of them had to be D-level, and a few were C-level, and they could still fight the gargoyles.

During the whole process, the most eye-catching person was the little fat man.

Although the little fat man was only C+ level, he was like a god in the whole rescue process. Every fireball could solve a gargoyle, no matter whether the gargoyle was C-level or D-level.

In a short period of time, he had saved most of the students and organized a counterattack.

Some students were grateful to him, but also felt incredible. When did the fireball spell have such power? Not to mention the D-level gargoyles, even the C-level gargoyles were killed one by one.

Senior Bob, are you possessed by the god of magic?

Countless students looked at Bob with extremely admiring eyes and shouted his name. Under Bob's leadership, the students who could attack magic also rose up to resist like chicken blood.

Bob's blood boiled in the cheers, like a great hero. He rushed forward numbly, and when he encountered the gargoyles entangled with the students, he would use the fireball spell.

There were already fifteen gargoyles who died in Bob's hands.

"Help." Wood rushed to the crowd from another carriage in a panic. Behind him, there were several D-level magicians. Behind them, a huge gargoyle with a black aura all over his body rushed towards them like a killer.

"Damn Wood."

"You, you, you actually left us and ran away."

"It's over, it's over, this B-level gargoyle is not something we can deal with."

If there was C+-level Wood, they would still dare to fight to the death and hold on until the mentor came to rescue. But Wood actually abandoned them and ran away first.

The magicians who followed Wood all wailed in despair.

"B, B-level gargoyle!?" Bob's fat body trembled, it was a monster whose strength was far superior to his.

"What are you afraid of?" Wang Yanfeng patted him on the shoulder lightly and said, "Give him a fireball spell, and if it doesn't work, give him another one."

Bob felt an inexplicable force surging from his body, and he rushed forward with a howl like a magic god, "Fireball spell!"

"Boom!"

The B-level gargoyle was repelled.

Bob's confidence surged, and he blasted several fireball spells like beads in a row.

A magical thing happened.

Boom boom boom~ A B-level gargoyle was blown into pieces by several fireballs.

Oh my god!

Bob looked at this scene stupidly. Could it be that I, Bob, am really the reincarnation of the god of magic! ? This, this is too awesome.

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