After all the turmoil had subsided, LAN also left the academy. He had come to complete the mission, and now that the mission was over, there was no need for him to stay. Faced with the dean's earnest entreaties, LAN had no choice but to firmly refuse, but he also got the benefit that he could enter the Science Academy at any time and use any facilities of the academy.
Having met up with Gasiah and Anita, LAN expressed his intention to go and practice. The Night wanderer's boss, Shafinas, suggested going to the Black Forest, but Anita refused no matter what.
"If you insist on going, I'll stay." Anastalia thought for a moment and said. This was the first time she had been away from LAN, but she knew that LAN was from the temple and she couldn't stay with him forever, and this time it was just a rehearsal.
LAN gently rubbed Anita's little head. He knew exactly what she was thinking. "If you feel bored, you can go back to the academy. If anyone dares to bully you, go to Ares. If not, you can go to the chief of the Magic training class, Kashida, or the chief of the combat training class, Orfel. Though there is only one connection, they are all reliable people. If you can't even suppress them, go to the dean. He still remembers you well."
"Um." Anita Talia neither said she would go nor said she wouldn't go.
"Annie, I'll take care of you." "No one will ever touch her," said Shafinas.
LAN nodded, then pulled out a scroll and handed it to Anita, "this is the ultimate transfiguration I promised you, but," chuckled, "you can't transform anyone you know except yourself. That is to say, if you want to use it to frame someone, it's impossible." The so-called ultimate Transformation was supposed to transform anything, but to avoid getting himself into trouble, Ran modified the spell a little bit.
Anastalia happily took the scroll, as long as it could be played anyway, she had her own plan, going back to the academy was a good choice, this mission had no chance to get together with Sister Osirena and sister Emilia, not knowing what was going on with that fool Alex, even if the school was made unenjoyable by her, she could still help out at the Night Traveler's bar, with Shaphinus around. No one dares to touch her.
Gasiah wouldn't be far from LAN, so he would naturally go with LAN, but by the time they returned, Anita had turned the Corte Academy upside down.
The Black Forest was just an ordinary forest, not far from Rosemary. It was called the Black Forest because, apart from the fierce monsters that roamed in it, the towering trees blocked out the sun.
In the outer forest, there are only harmless monsters like slime and cotton bug. Basically, as long as you don't attack them, you won't be attacked by them.
After the demonic pig vanished from sight, the forest had become extremely dark and peaceful. Further down was the habitat of the demonic Wolf.
The battle was dull, but LAN seemed eager for quick success.
"LAN, you should go and rest." Gasiah pitched his tent and urged him that throughout the day, LAN was constantly and rapidly releasing magic, and all the approaching monsters died under the longbow. Gasiah was already feeling exhausted just by following him forward. He simply couldn't understand why LAN was almost insane and killed all the monsters on the road without taking a single one.
"Gasiah, do you know Lanlan? LAN suddenly asked.
"Lanlan?" Gasiah thought hard, and suddenly he looked up at LAN, "you mean LAN LAN. Ferrard? ! How did you know her? !" Lanlan Ferad, the name of the fifth warrior of the demons, a woman no less powerful, vicious and cunning than anyone else.
"I saw her at the academy before, but I didn't say hello. How many wormholes are there in the Demon Realm now that lead outside?" LAN asked calmly, not wanting to explain anything to Gasiah.
Gasiah did not know what he should say. None of the more than 6,000 wormholes from the demon world to the outside world were closed. Through a membrane, the outside world could be seen clearly, but could never be reached. What distance could be farther than this? "One is sealed in the forest, and another seems to be called Cangshuo, but both are sealed, especially the latter, no one has ever returned alive."
"The exit of the Cangshuo Empire is one-way, so it is impossible to return. Although it allows the demons to have a normal life, the demons must also abide by the corresponding laws, the lawbreakers die, and the power of the demons is only superior to the empire, not beyond control." LAN said indifferently, "Do you have any plans for your future?"
Originally, Garcia intended to ask LAN why he knew all this, but LAN asked first, "The future, take it one step at a time..." "When I had no place to go, it was the demons who took me in, so I must repay them, not to mention..."
"A quarter of your demonic bloodline won't show you demonic features. More, you're human, but if you continue to practice dark magic, your divine fighting spirit will probably not hide your identity."
Do you even know about practicing dark magic? Gasiah looked at LAN, and reason told him that he should be killed so that his purpose would not be exposed, but why did he feel reluctant? From the moment he was defeated, he was already subdued. He swore allegiance to him, could he just betray him like this? !
"I'm going to rest." LAN turned into the tent, completely unprepared.
Garcia held the long sword that LAN had given him. He hesitated, dark magic, he was eager to grasp that immense power, but he couldn't even give out a small black flame, he knew the reason, because his divine fighting spirit, light suppressed the development of darkness, but the changes in his body became more and more obvious, the blood of the demons awoke because of the dark magic, he even clearly knew, If this goes on, his eyes will turn into the unique purple of the demons...
Time kept flowing in thought, and behind Gasiah, a delicate and beautiful figure emerged. The ice-blue magic was as thick as countless gossamer, clearly visible, surging, yet Gasiah knew nothing about it. Finally he put away his long sword, he knew he couldn't do it.
At the moment Gasiah put away his sword, the ice-blue veil wrapped him up. Turning back in panic, he felt fear, only fear, even the thought of resistance was suppressed without a trace by the surging magic, he saw the man before him, ice-blue long hair, eyes filled with illusion, with a kind of deathly silent and resolute beauty.
Gasiah wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't make a sound. Terrible magic, he just watched her float in front of him, his eyes full of hidden terror, he didn't know what her purpose was, whether she was a friend or an enemy, he only knew that he had to break through!
With all her might, she burst out all her fighting energy and drew her long sword. But everything seemed to be moving very slowly. Her fair palm easily grasped his sword without the slightest damage. The fighting energy that exceeded the limit rushed into his body crazily. Gasha's face was extremely ashen. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were already blurred. He didn't understand. Why is there such a terrifying power in the world?
"Are you trying to wake him up?" She spoke, and only then did Gasiah notice that it was him, not her.
Gasiah was silent, and power once again gathered within her body, but this time, before it could gather, it was broken by the surging magic, and the face of pain was completely distorted.
"So weak." He said coldly, enigmatic.
Gasiah wanted to refute, but he was really weak. For the first time, he realized how insignificant his power was. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at this powerful being. He saw his gaze fall behind him, that was LAN's tent for rest. He wanted to do something, but couldn't move, couldn't speak, struggled but to no avail.
A trace of pity flashed across his delicate and beautiful face, and no one knew what he was thinking. He lowered his head to look at the immobile Gasiah, and a smile played at the corner of his mouth.
A flood of magic power rushed into his body, rampaging and galloping. Gasiah bit his lower lip hard, blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and consciousness gradually blurred and eventually fell into darkness...
"Gacia! Gasiah?
Waking up again because of LAN's call, suddenly sitting up, everything in the night is still fresh in memory, the icy blue magic veil in the dead of night, the beautiful people, the eyes filled with illusion, and the deep torture... But everything seemed like a dream. There was no scar on the body, not even a trace of the bitten lower lip. Could it just be a nightmare?
"What's wrong with you?" LAN could see the weariness on Garcia's face, but he didn't know why.
"Nothing, I had a nightmare." Gasiah forced a smile, washed his face in the stream not far from the camp, and the icy spring water lifted his spirits. "Let's go."
LAN nodded.
Perhaps it was just a nightmare, Garcia consoled himself, but the real presence did not fade away at all.
The deeper they went, the more perilous their situation became. Facing the horde of the tiger lizards, LAN's long bow had already transformed into a long sword, and the bitter metallic sheen was surging like a tsunami. They did win the final victory, but they were scarred, LAN's face pale. But after it was all over, he still burned all the tiger lizards' corpses with magic flames.
"In this damp and dark environment, the corpses will rot quickly, and the stench will attract more monsters." "LAN panted, now struggling to stand and not caring about the ground strewn with beast nuclei after the burning.
The situation in Gasiah was a little better. After being paralyzed by the toxin on the tiger lizard's claws, he was thrown into a tree by LAN. Although the toxin had not been completely removed, his basic combat power had been restored. As long as he did not encounter a horde of tiger lizards, he could still hold off a little.
Garcia looked at LAN, who was resting under the tree. He could see that LAN was growing stronger every day as he moved forward, not bit by bit, but with great force, as if he were hungry and thirsty. However, LAN still seemed not satisfied with such progress.
He pitched his tent and forced a defensive magic barrier around it, and LAN fell into a deep sleep. There was no water for Gasiah, he carefully guarded the campfire, not because he was not tired, he just needed time to think, in the blue veil of the nightmare, he felt his own insignificance, that kind of power beyond his reach, could it really be done by man? !
As he pondered, the ice-blue gossamer once again captured his gaze. He was so perfect, his bare feet suspended above the campfire, illuminated by the flames in an orange-red hue. The crescent-shaped white long gown of some unknown texture rose and fell with the surging magic. Gacia was speechless. If this was a dream, he was looking forward to waking up soon.
Pain woke him up, and it was only then that he noticed there was another man beside him, a black-haired demon, whom he knew he had been struck with a heavy punch without any guard, and that the demon was approaching him slowly. Blood kept dripping from his mouth, and it was difficult for him to stand up. His fighting spirit was surging wildly, but to no avail. After countless fruitless attacks and defenses, he fell down again.
Is he going to die? There was no strength left to move the fingers, and there was an uncontrollable despair in the heart. But the next moment, a warm feeling enveloped him, so tired...
"Garcia." LAN's voice sounded distant. "Didn't sleep well?"
"No, just still feeling a bit sleepy." Who on earth are those people? Gasiah looks at the undetectable waves, or are they all dreams?
But LAN suddenly frowned, his slender fingers stroking through the air as if touching something, and after a moment sighed, "still not..."
"What's wrong?" Gasiah looked at LAN, not understanding why he had suddenly put on such a somewhat gasping expression.
"Nothing," LAN looked at his fingers, "perhaps it's because the dampness here is too heavy, the fluctuations of smell and energy are so chaotic that I can't tell." Looking further away, "Let's go."
Gasiah didn't know if he should tell LAN about the strange and mysterious events of the night. He wasn't even sure if it was his dream. Just like last night, he could even feel his internal organs shattered under such merciless attacks, but when he woke up, his body couldn't be better, not even a shred of soreness.
"LAN..." Gasiah called out to LAN, but just as LAN turned back, he saw the perfect figure emerging behind him, "You..."
LAN turned back quickly, but there was nothing there. "Garcia?"
"Don't you see the people there?" "Where is anyone there?" asked Gasiah in bewilderment. Don't let him know of my existence! A thunderous voice exploded in my mind, with a stern tone, "perhaps I'm still awake. After all, the person in the dream is just too beautiful."
"It must have been a pretty woman." LAN said with a smile, taking another step forward.