In order to avoid being late, the novices of the Fourth Hospital rushed hard and panted heavily. Traces of sweat could still be seen on their foreheads, temples and cheeks.
Staying in the Demonic Theory Classroom, which was decorated in a gray and dark tone, they only felt that it was chilly around them, and there were constant bursts of eerie air-conditioning coming from the cemetery next to them.
Looking at the big clock hanging in front of the classroom, the minute hand moved little by little. It was getting closer and closer to the class time set by Zhang Guangmu. The beginners didn't even think about whispering to each other.
Fang Yi blended in with the crowd, his eyes calm, and he just silently played with the seemingly ordinary old staff in his hand.
Sizzle...
A wave of heat poured into the large classroom, which could accommodate nearly a thousand people.
The novices raised their hands one after another to cover their faces.
Dozens of butterflies transformed from black flames condensed into a human figure under the attention of everyone.
Colorful black hair, stern handsome face, strong strength visible to the naked eye, lonely and arrogant aura...
If it’s not Zhang Guangmu, the dean of the Dark Academy and professor of magic theory, who is it?
The freshmen who had just completed the sorting ceremony instinctively blended into their respective camps according to the changing colors of their robes. At this moment, they could not even name the principal, let alone the names of the other deans and professors.
.
But……
If any beginner asks "Who is Zhang Guangmu" at this time, he will definitely be regarded as a fool by his classmates.
"No one is late, that's good."
Zhang Guangmu's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he glanced at the people below, and his voice was as cold as ice: "The meaningless self-introduction step can skip most of you, and you are not even qualified to let me remember your name."
"Next, who can tell me where the witcher's power comes from?"
This is a common-sense scoring question, and it is not difficult at all for students who have temporary false memories.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, more than 300 hands were raised in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Guangmu had a cold face and ignored the people who raised their hands. His eyes gradually focused on a young man wearing a black apprentice robe: "You answer."
Fang Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately stood up. After taking a few seconds to adjust his mood and organize his words, he said loudly: "The [Source of Hope Fire] located in the center of the demon hunting circle is constantly emitting endless flames.
And everything illuminated by its brilliance will become a new source of magic power!"
"Although human beings' weak bodies cannot face the radiation of the [Source of Hope Fire], they can use the matter illuminated by its brilliance to exert power far beyond the limits of human beings!"
"After passing on from generation to generation, we abandoned many materials such as magic forged metal, magic forged wood, magic forged glue, magic forged flesh and blood, and finally chose magic forged stone to make the staff as a stable weapon for witch hunters.
Magic Casting Medium Hunting Magic Wand!”
"This is the source of our strength!"
Fang Yi's explanation can be described as clear and logical, without any meaningless colloquial modalities such as "ba, ah, um". He is not like an ordinary teenager, but more like a descendant of an aristocrat who has received special speech training.
Even after seeing his performance, Zhang Guangmu felt that he could give him an excellent rating of ninety-three points.
Zhang Guangmu gave him a meaningful look.
"Your name?"
"Fang Yi."
"The beginner of the Dark Academy, Fang Yi, will receive an additional five personal credits."
Fang Yi sat down with a happy face.
Credits have a very simple function among the four major demon hunting academies. They are equivalent to currency and can be used to purchase food, study notes, equipment, and props.
There is hardly any harder currency than this!
In Demon Hunting Academy, everything has a price tag.
Without credits, you can only eat gruel and black bread mixed with sawdust every day.
With enough credits, you can eat delicious food every day. You can even spend the credits to ask your seniors to help you with your homework and clean your bedroom.
Fang Yi knew the importance of credits very well, so he felt very happy after getting a good start.
only……
Zhang Guangmu ignored so many people raising their hands and forced himself to answer the questions, just because he was a beginner in the Dark Academy?
I'm afraid not!
The smile on Fang Yi's face gradually faded.
He clenched the seemingly ordinary old staff in his hand and tried hard to imitate Zhang Guangmu's expression of keeping strangers away, trying to hide his true emotions.
Zhang Guangmu didn't care what he thought, he just waved the delicate staff like chopsticks in his hand: "Classmate Fang Yi is right."
"The energy core of the staff is the magic forged gravel embedded in it."
At this point, little black flames loomed in the theory class classroom.
The staffs in the hands of the novices seemed to be pulled by invisible forces, and they came out of their hands one after another, floating in the sky not far away from them.
It is worth mentioning that...
The young man Fang Yi, who desperately wanted to hold on to his old staff, was dragged and hung in the air.
Zhang Guangmu looked lightly at Fang Yi, whose face was flushed and veins appeared on his forehead, and he said unhurriedly: "You must clearly and deeply realize this. The staff inlaid with magic-forged gravel is the witcher's.
everything!"
"Demon-forged gravel is the source of magic power."
"Without it, witchers are nothing!"
"Fang Yi plus ten points."
"Everyone else will get one point deducted."
There were sparse lamentations among the crowd, but the freshmen did not dare to complain in front of Zhang Guangmu.
"But, be careful!"
Zhang Guangmu changed the topic and immediately attracted the attention of the apprentices: "The magic-forged gravel will give you strength, but it will also corrode your mind and make you fall into demons!"
"The more you use the magic forged staff, the more likely you are to be affected."
"Frequent use of demon-hunting witchcraft will lead to the pollution and demonic fall of one's own spirituality. With the help of the magic staff, a [devil-fallen personality] will be born."
Zhang Guangmu said in a brisk tone: "The demonic fall of Canglan Academy is a loss of humanity."
"Without exception, they will carry out experiments on living subjects, and there are not a few who choose to eat people simply because they are too lazy to go out to buy food."
The novices had a look of fear on their faces and almost instinctively distanced themselves from the young men in blue robes.
Zhang Guangmu seemed to have not seen this scene and said to himself: "The demons of Crimson Academy are arrogant and reckless. They often die miserably at the hands of powerful monsters."
"The demon who fell into the Golden Academy is the irrepressible jealousy."
“It’s not uncommon for someone to backstab a friend because they are better than themselves.”
"I would like to advise those students who are obviously relieved not to think that they are useless, so that they will not be stabbed in the back."
"Appearance, talent, courage, open-minded attitude towards life, family background, fighting ability, homework performance..."
"For the fallen golden witchers, as long as you are alive, they can always find something 'stronger than themselves' in you."
"And the Demonic Fallen from the Dark Academy..."
Having said this, a hint of sarcasm appeared on Zhang Guangmu's lips: "I call it [Wimpy Syndrome]."
"Many bizarre delusions of being victimized will follow you like a shadow."
"And most of this kind of delusion will be turned into reality through the power of distracting thoughts and demons."
"Drowning, self-immolation, lightning strike, being surrounded and killed by relatives and friends, being plotted to death..."
Having said this, Zhang Guangmu suddenly waved the delicate wand in his hand, and the wands belonging to the beginners fell back into their hands one after another.
Fang Yi, who had been hanging in the air for a while, finally landed on the ground.
The next moment, the staff in Zhang Guangmu's hand vibrated slightly.
Black flames as black as fluid flowed out from the tip of the staff. Not only did they surround Zhang Guangmu, making him look like a demon, but they also condensed a piece of text in front of everyone's eyes.
This time, it's not just text, there's even a voiceover.
The timbre characteristics of this dubbing are almost exactly the same as Zhang Guangmu's, but the tone is completely different.
"Remembered!"
Zhang Guangmu's voice sounded a little crazy: "My way of death is..."
"Due to the rampage of the power of the demon, not only did I fail to fulfill my duties as the dean of the Dark Academy and the professor of the demon theory class, I actually killed all the freshmen this year with my own hands!"
"After that, I was killed by the principal and the deans of the other three major colleges!"
What does it mean to combine theory with practice?
That’s it!
The novices who were shrouded in murderous intent suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
Fang Yi, who was the first to react, had his heart beating wildly and his breathing became rapid: "Run! Everyone, run away!"
"Dean Zhang Guangmu has been backfired by the staff and has become a complete demon!"
