Chapter 1072: Student Warfare, Instructor Retreat!
“What kind of magic is this?”
“Shouldn’t she wait to release her magic at this moment? It’s at least hundreds of kilometers away from her destination, and there’s no one here who can defeat her.”
Everyone was caught in a web of speculation, unable to come to a conclusion, until that flame eagle spell continued to fly forward at an incredibly high speed, and just during their argument, the distance to the battleship widened by a hundred kilometers.
Everyone’s breath hitched again.
What kind of magic is this? How can the casting range be so far?
Even summoning something with a bit of vision-sharing magic for control couldn’t achieve such distance. Without becoming Extraordinary, one’s mental power could not reach that extent.
Moreover, the farther the spell is cast, the more uncontrollable the effects become, which implies it has little destructive force, making this action meaningless.
Just as the crowd was at a loss, one person suddenly spoke up: “The magic effect aligns with the battleship’s course; barring any accidents, there are only a few possibilities. Let’s contact the Blood Clan side to check the situation.”
This suggestion quickly received nods of agreement from everyone, as they were indeed very curious.
Regardless of the casting range, just the long-range effect of this spell is something the ones present cannot replicate.
Of course, some mechanical wizards can produce creations capable of long-range attacks, but the practical effect is poor and easily intercepted.
After connecting with the Blood Clan’s footage, a representative from the Blood Clan began lamenting to the wizards about their difficulties.
However, the wizard apprentices present showed no signs of fear, cutting off the other side’s complaints and informing them that a spell would descend upon their academy in a few minutes; if not, it would pass overhead.
“What?! Those witches are coming so soon?!” The Blood Clan representative instantly panicked.
“It’s not that; it’s just a spell. The witches’ battleship won’t arrive for at least another half hour.”
“Huh? Just a spell? What kind of spell could cause you to make such a fuss?” Just as they were conversing, a startled gasp came from the other side!
From their perspective, the southeast sky facing the Blood Slave Peninsula was enveloped in a red glow.
It resembled a meteor, but was far more intense; the extreme heat reflected the clouds in the sky as if they were on fire, even momentarily overwhelming the sunlight.
The sight was like a grand sun descending from the horizon.
Such breathtaking scenery could not possibly be associated with destruction.
The Blood Clan Academy was shrouded in a dark barrier, unlike the kind of wall found at the Witch Academy, but rather a pure cover from sunlight, as the Blood Clan does not favor the sun.
However, the sun isn’t harmful to the Blood Clan to that extent.
While the students from the Blood Clan’s affiliated academy were still admiring the beauty of the phenomenon…
The flame eagle revealed its sharp talons and murderous intent, easily tearing apart their dark night barrier as if it were paper, making them realize that something was seriously wrong.
“Damn! Is this the spell you were talking about? Where did this spell come from?!”
Those in the footage from the Blood Clan no longer cared about anything and hastened forward instead of retreating.
This Blood Clan member seemed very confident in their ability to handle emergencies.
And there were many like him among the Blood Clan.
Such a shocking phenomenon had alarmed all members of the Blood Clan’s affiliated academy.
Not just the students, but even the Extraordinary Mentors.
Some came to the castle windows, some rose from dark places, having opened coffin lids, all observing this unusual attack.
The flame eagle, as if possessing vibrant life, briefly lingered upon arriving at the Blood Clan Academy, seemingly discerning something.
This process lasted less than a second, before it locked onto the most iconic building of the Blood Clan affiliate academy.
That building, rich in characteristic Blood Clan religious symbolism—The Chapel of Blood!
It was a special sanctuary shaped by the primitive thirst and veneration for blood.
The Chapel of Blood did not gather faith; rather, it was a blood pool nourished by blood!
Only the most exceptional Blood Clan members could enter and undergo baptism in this Sacred Blood Pool.
“Don’t! Don’t! Damn it! Block it now!”
“Its target is the Sacred Blood Chapel! Block it now!”
The direct beneficiaries of the blood chapel screamed, expressing their outrage. They couldn’t bear to think about how much damage such a massive firebird could cause, even if it merely collided with the chapel.
The Blood Clan Count among them angrily struck out; the rank of Blood Clan Count belongs uniquely to the Blood Clan, its name derived from this.
Those who promoted to become Extraordinary are called Blood Clan Dukes, next only to the Extraordinary Senators; these talented Blood Clan members gather at the legitimate academy for Junior Counts, making Counts high-tier combatants within the Blood Clan affiliate academies.
Transforming into a swarm of bats, the Blood Clan members faced the flame eagle head-on. Upon reaching the high sky, they transformed into human forms, waving their hands as blood-colored energy slashed out with a large amount of blood, the resulting blood-energized strike making loud crashing sounds against the flames.
The flames stirred up by the flame eagle’s wings forced many lesser Blood Clan members to retreat in fear.
Their blocking efforts were ineffective; these Blood Clan members felt they weren’t facing a magical effect but a gigantic beast entirely engulfed in flames, towering a hundred meters high!
As countless blood-infused chains tightened around the eagle in a concerted effort, they wished to breathe a sigh of relief, only to find that those blood-red chains under extreme temperatures were gradually breaking!
They had to admit one thing… they could not stop the “flame eagle from aiming at the chapel.”
Just as despair settled in, the dark barrier of the Blood Clan Academy twisted, and a gigantic blood-red hand, as large as the flame eagle, instantly congealed and grabbed hold of it!
At this moment, the Blood Clan members began to cheer; the instructor had intervened!
If not for the instructor’s intervention, the Chapel of Blood would have been turned to ruins in that single blow, and even the blood pool would have been sullied.
However, before they could cheer for long, that eagle-like creature suddenly erupted, turning into the most primal, explosive flames!
Red flames erupted from the giant hand, causing the hand itself to splatter blood!
Realizing that this was the Blood Clan’s extraordinary Duke!
An extraordinary method was undone by a single spell!
They could hardly believe it; despite the form of the blood-red hand remaining intact, the blood that composed it scattered in the explosion. This was the manifestation of helplessness.
The master of that hand seemed to perceive this humiliation and irony, directly dispelling the technique.
Throughout, not a single Blood Clan member noticed which instructor had intervened.
But regardless, the crisis was momentarily averted.
Many students unaware of the truth began to cheer, but facing such a strike, an Extraordinary Mentor’s interference represented the gravest level of failure!
Many Blood Clan students seemed not to grasp this fact.
Just as the flame eagle’s explosion allowed it to conceal itself, the fiery feathers dispersed, falling to the ground or burning out upon contact.
Accompanying the falling feathers was a piece of parchment.
Indeed, this parchment had not been destroyed in the recent terrifying explosion but remained intact.
The parchment naturally drew the attention of many.
Ordinary students only knew how to watch the spectacle, but senior students and those like the Blood Clan Counts were very clear about what the recent events signified.
They looked up at the torn shadow barrier in the sky, and their gazes instinctively fell on that piece of parchment.
Then, a silhouette appeared.
Lait Miern.
One of the few Blood Clan Counts in the Blood Clan affiliate academy!
An Extraordinary Limiter, with status nearly equivalent to the Blood Clan Dukes’ extraordinary mentors; they are akin to teaching assistants at the Witch Academy, but often take on more of an instructor’s duties.
With his appearance, everyone felt a surge of confidence, eagerly anticipating the contents of the parchment.
As Lait Miern grasped the parchment, he immediately sensed that this was not just any parchment but a Witch Contract bearing the essence of a contract!
He frowned slightly at this but after seeing the contents, his expression gradually turned ashen.
That emotion transformed into anger!
The content of this Witch Contract made him evaluate it in two words…
…Arrogance!
The contract was drafted by a witch named “Yang Yuelan.” At the sight of this name, Lait Miern’s heart instinctively trembled, but upon seeing the content, he could only feel anger!
Did they really think the Blood Clan affiliate academy was made of mud?
“Arrogance! Damn witches, how utterly arrogant they are!”
In his fury, Lait Miern crumpled the contract and tossed it away, but that alone couldn’t quell his anger.
Those gathered nearby, seeing the discarded parchment, a bold Blood Clan member stepped forward to pick it up, and soon a swarm of Blood Clan members rushed in to see what content could provoke Lait Miern, a Blood Clan Marquis, to curse like that.
But when they saw it…
This was a declaration of war!
And not just a declaration of war; even though the academy war hadn’t started, the enemy was demanding land and indemnity like some kind of flip-flopping response, making everyone who read this furious.
However, upon seeing the name at the bottom of the declaration, some calm-down Blood Clan members felt a chill on their backs.
The name Yang Yuelan was simply too well-known; how could they not be aware of such a legendary little witch?
The technique that caused the Sun-Day disaster led the Holy Angel Academy and Aphhemia Academy to retreat in disarray.
How could they fight against such an enemy?
While these people lamented and cried, the ordinary students remained unaware that the little witch they were talking about was piloting a flying warship, heading in their direction.
Not until a massive object approached from the horizon, close enough for them to ignore, did they realize… the academy war had begun!
In the distance, they saw the enormous battleship opening its hatches, the fierce cold winds of the high altitude blowing against a witch’s gown.
The uniformity yet uniqueness of their combat attire displayed their identity, and the vast battleship raced towards them, announcing their arrival.
Next, a figure leaped from atop the battleship, a combat sequence composed of over a hundred people swarming in like a hive, instilling a sense of dread in everyone.
On the upper deck of the battleship, a silhouette stood resiliently, unfazed even by the fierce wind.
Even though the Blood Clan affiliate academy had already raised alarms and readied for the enemy attack long before they even laid eyes on the battleship, many Blood Clan students still seemed indifferent.
Everything happened too fast; even the content of the declaration of war hadn’t spread widely, and the war had already begun.
Over a hundred witch students rode their brooms, wielding magic wands, and the brilliance of their spells mercilessly tore through the dark barrier, shining sunlight down on this academy, long concealed in darkness.
But this was not the most terrifying sight they encountered.
For the most dreadful was still yet to come.
That figure, so small in comparison to the battleship, stood on the ship’s bow.
The battleship showed no signs of slowing down, even hiding an acceleration as it charged toward the Blood Clan’s landmark, the Chapel of Blood!
As if to fulfill the flame eagle’s goal, which it failed to achieve, this moment aimed to destroy it once more.
Such an immense object, merely approaching the academy, cast a shadow over everything under the blazing sun.
But such darkness didn’t feel appropriate; instead, they felt an endless chill enveloping them!
Until at that moment, the figure stood hovering in the air.
The terrifying aura radiating from them indiscriminately enveloped the Blood Clan Academy, the witch students, the witch battleship, and… me!
“Stop! Little Witch Yang Yuelan! What on earth are you doing? The Blood Clan Academy is not a place for you to rampage freely! Withdraw at once!”
A voice of utmost authority, carrying a colossal power that resonated with the essence of life, erupted amidst the thunderous shout.
Each of those words seemed to question, interspersed with restrained anger aimed at me.
All members of the Zero Special Operations Sequence bearing brooms suffered greatly under this utterance, for those words were infused with extraordinary power.
Once stabilized, several instinctively turned to me, seemingly waiting for commands.
“Kill! Let these vampires know they have no right to shout at us!”
My voice, bolstered by magic, echoed in everyone’s ears, the contemptuous tone and chilling murderous intent striking terror into the hearts of the weak Blood Clan.
They tried to flee in panic.
And I, driving the disaster-class battleship, faced the few Extraordinary Blood Clan Dukes without fear.
The killing intent in my eyes was unabashed, and my determination amidst the light was unwavering.
Holding the book with a dagger at its corner, I directed it toward those attempting to impede us, the Blood Clan Extraordinary Dukes.
“Student warfare, instructor retreat! Otherwise, bear the consequences!”
