Chapter 894 The Dark Singer

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Next, it was the performances of the graduating students.

To be honest, for Wang Yan's level of strength, the C-level magic performances were lackluster.

Some instantaneous magics were often very weak. And some powerful magics required chanting for several seconds. That was a few seconds, and Wang Yan could kill several times.

It was no wonder that pure magicians were lacking in single combat ability. The real strength of magicians lies in teaming up with others. When teammates can restrain the enemy, magicians can often burst out with terrifying lethality.

Of course, weak single combat ability also refers to low-level magicians. When the strength reaches A-level, or S-level legendary magicians. They have reached a level in the understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, and all kinds of magic can be used at will, and tactics and methods are endless.

Some magics that contain the power of laws are as lethal as missiles.

Therefore, the lethality of legendary magicians is very strong. Otherwise, magicians would not have survived well under the suppression of the Church for so many years. The only weakness of magicians is that their physical fitness is much worse than other professions.

The Taoists in the East are different. While pursuing powerful Taoist magic, they also try their best to explore the power of their own bodies and pay attention to the balanced development of spirit and body. Strictly speaking, Wang Yan's Chunyang lineage also belongs to Taoism.

However, as a result, the Taoists have fewer types of spells in the research and reproduction of spells than magic, and they are much more monotonous. Moreover, some authentic Taoists rely more on magic tools and talismans when performing Taoist magic.

"Fireball magic!" "Lightning magic~" "Mental shock" "Magic storm"

A series of spells are dazzling. And magicians also believe that knowledge is power and magic can do everything.

The fat man also went on stage to perform some performances, but because his family was poor, he only focused on a few fire magics over the years. Although the magic was colorful and full of flames, it was very beautiful.

But compared to another C+ grade student, Wood, he was much worse in performance and viewing.

Wood had a family background in magic, and he had a lot of magic equipment, and he learned a lot. He knew all kinds of fancy tricks, such as invisibility, acceleration, wind blade storm, magic torrent, etc.

Wood even performed the floating spell and successfully flew himself up.

A-level strongmen can already fly by various means. They don't care about flying and think it's commonplace. But for low-grade magicians or first-year freshmen, it's very shocking.

One of the biggest dreams of mankind is to be able to fly. Although various aircraft are very developed nowadays, it is still very desirable to fly freely.

As a result, Wood is very popular in magic performances, so much so that many people have forgotten his cowardly performance on the magic train. Many low-grade students stood up and applauded him.

Fatty Bob returned to his seat, listening to the thunderous applause, and complained unconvincedly: "These are just some acrobatics. With his level of levitation, he is trembling in the air. A random fireball can kill him."

Obviously, Fatty Bob is most interested in fire magic, and he can kill people with a fireball at any time.

Wang Yan was suspicious, could this kid be from the Fireball Cult?

"Don't worry about those details." Wang Yan smiled and comforted, "I just saw that your attainments in fire magic are very proficient. Keep practicing, maybe you will really become the Son of Little Flame."

"Really~Muggle brother?" The fat boy was a little excited, but then he thought, is there anything exciting about the encouragement of a Muggle? I can't help but sigh and say, "I'm really looking forward to the internship period. I must find a mission to go to China to meet my great idol, the Son of Fire. I must ask him to take a photo with me and sign. Woohoo~ I'm so excited just thinking about it."

"If you want an autograph, I can sign it for you right now. Taking a photo is no problem either." Wang Yan said, touching his chin.

"Muggle brother, please stop making trouble, okay?" The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "Although you are very handsome, you are still a little different from the Son of Flame."

"You haven't seen the Son of Flame." Wang Yan rolled his eyes and said, "Maybe I am one."

"Stop making trouble, it's mainly about temperament." The little fat man boasted with foam at the mouth, "What kind of existence is the Son of Flame? He is a great hero who is high above and arrogant."

"Come on, Satan Apostle, let's fight for three hundred rounds."

"Great God of Fire, please listen to my call and burn Ampe Zongxiu, the dead demon."

"Your Highness, I'm sorry, I will disappoint your Highness. Because I already have the woman I love the most."

Watching the little fat man imitating the tone of the Son of Flame, Wang Yan was about to vomit. Why are these slogans and words so disgusting?

When did I say such a second-year word! ? My reputation has been tarnished by you fans.

"Little Fatty, your trouble is coming." Suddenly, Wang Yan frowned slightly and glanced at the sky.

"Trouble? What trouble? Muggle uncle, don't interrupt my interest...ah~" The little fat man looked up at the sky impatiently while speaking, and before he finished speaking, he was stunned on the spot.

I saw a Pegasus carriage, stepping on the clouds in the sky.

It was very fast, and in just a few seconds, it landed more than a hundred meters high.

The horses pulling the flying carriage were tall and majestic, with black hair all over their bodies, and seemed to exude a suffocating and powerful aura. The carriage also seemed to have some Gothic dark style, with exquisite workmanship, but it exuded a daunting aura.

The black carriage was extremely unscrupulous and landed directly on the square.

The students were a little confused. The black flying carriage often represented the evil black magician.

The black magician represented destruction and destruction. They liked to cooperate with the demon kings of other planes. They liked to play with human souls and blaspheme human bodies. They were a group of bad guys who would do anything to pursue power and immortality.

Even after death, they would not let you go.

Of course, these words were some of the concepts of black magicians that the magic school instilled in the students. This was to warn them not to degenerate into black magicians. But there is no doubt that this actually increased the students' fear of black magicians.

Many people experienced the fear of the dark magician's attack on the magic train, and the timid ones began to scream.

"Silence!"

A majestic voice sounded, suppressing the students' restlessness, and the fear in many people's hearts was instantly dispelled.

Yes, with the legendary magician Dean Emmons here, what is there to be afraid of a mere black magician's carriage?

"Babbitt!"

Dean Emmons' voice rang out in the square, full of anger and doubt, "You are so bold, you dare to break into my Starry Sky Academy, are you looking for death?" His words were majestic and murderous.

No wonder, Emmons has strong self-confidence. In the base camp of the academy, his ancestors have been operating for thousands of years. Even if a demigod-level strongman came to kill him, he would definitely not get away with it.

Babbitt?

Wang Yan frowned slightly, and a name emerged in his mind, "Dark Chanter" Babbitt. According to the top-secret information of the National Non-Government Bureau, this guy is a very dangerous legendary black magician, and he also established a black magic school.

Fortunately, although he likes to practice dangerous black magic and commits small evils, he has never committed a big evil. Therefore, even the Church of Light was unwilling to provoke this guy, and turned a blind eye to many of his behaviors.

If a legendary black magician is pushed to a corner, who knows what he can do?

It is precisely because of this that once you cultivate to S-level in this world, you are unlikely to die as long as you don't commit suicide. No country or organization is willing to encircle and suppress an S-level without deep hatred.

The Gu Sheng who was killed by Wang Yan before was because he took the initiative to jump out and commit suicide, thinking that he had Wang Yan in his hands, and insisted on stroking the tiger's beard of the National Non-Government Bureau.

Otherwise, if he stayed in his own territory honestly, no one would care about him even if he bullied men and women all day long and caused trouble in the village.

"Hahaha~"

A somewhat sinister laugh sounded, and a person walked out of the Pegasus carriage out of thin air. He held a black staff, his whole body was shrouded in a black robe, and the black evil energy lingered around his body, "Emons, how can I say, I am also a student of Starry Sky Academy. What's wrong with coming back to see my alma mater?"

What! ?

The students exclaimed in surprise. Many of them were descendants of magic families, and of course they had heard of the famous "Dark Chanter". But they never thought that the famous dark legendary magician, "Dark Chanter Babbitt", was actually from the Starry Sky Academy.

This is big news.

Even Wang Yan was slightly surprised. There was no such news in the files of the National Non-Government Bureau.

Emmons was extremely angry. This guy actually used such words to cholera students? He immediately shouted angrily: "Babbitt, since you practiced the forbidden black magic, you are no longer a member of our Starry Sky Academy. And you also killed my mentor. You are the enemy of our Starry Sky Academy."

Emmons was angry and disgusted. The new semester started well, and he accepted many students and welcomed the descendants of King Solomon. But disgusting things happened one after another. First, the seal of the altar loosened, and the terrible big monster almost ran out. Later, it was discovered that the Son of Flame had sneaked into the academy.

Until now, the Dark Chanter Babbitt ran out to disgust people.

Is this the year of disaster for me? Emmons thought to himself uncomfortably. Suddenly, he saw his precious granddaughter running to the lower seat.

Uh... Wait~

My dear Lydia, why are you sitting next to that brat from Son of Fire?

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