Surviving as an Academy Black Magician - Surviving as an Academy Black Magician chapter 90

──The sky split.

The blind nun who had been screaming and emitting ferocious demonic energy until just now had disappeared into ashes.

… what the hell happened

I couldn’t believe it even though I saw it with my own two eyes. My hands trembled at the shocking sight.

‘What the hell… . That monster… ?’

Enormous divine power covered her whole body, and as she swung her sword, the sky split with a roar of thunder.

Blue Cross Society.

A special organization created by selecting monstrous people among the Heretic Questioners who were skilled at hunting horses.

Commonly known as Demon Hunter.

However, she possessed powers outside of the norm.

A monster among monsters.

sky above the sky.

It was truly heavenly.

When he cut down Rachel, who had become an evil, with a single sword, he already admired his amazing power, but what he saw now was beyond admiration, to the point where he felt awe.

‘… A person like that is only a bishop?’

Where the hell did that monster come from?

Already, the flow of the world is swirling out of control due to the variable of the country… … .

She was particularly heterogeneous.

At this point, it’s not an exaggeration to say that I completely deviated from the setting I envisioned.

It is said that the heretic inquisitors of Raphaelism are specialized in catching monsters, demons, and demons, but that is a story within the human scope.

The Blue Cross was also an organization created by selecting those with a little more special power among them, but she was not a human being who could be defined by such modifiers.

Should I see that as a human in the first place?

A human cutting through the sky with a sword… ?

The blind nun demon was believed to be an apostle of at least a demon level being.

‘Certainly among demons, nobles… It must also have the highest title.’

My guess is that the blind nun was at least a duke-level demon.

The magi that she exuded was such that even I, the demon god’s contractor, withdrew for a moment.

The thrill was still vivid when the blind nun finished her prayers and reached out from behind her back.

It was possible because he was given strength by praying to the demon he worshiped.

A normal demon could never have such power.

Weak meat strong diet. strong self-esteem. survival of the fittest.

In Hell, where all of this is taken for granted, demons’ strength is usually ranked.

It was said that the longer the demon lived and the stronger it was, the more likely it was to hold a high title, such as count or duke.

They are given titles by the demons they serve, and lead a division or a corps.

so much stronger

Of course, there are demons who roam alone without belonging anywhere, but generally it is.

It is a class system created by the special environment of hell.

Among them, those who are favored by the Demon God will become apostles or be bestowed with divine protection.

‘Saying that he killed such a demon by himself… .’

I saw it clearly.

The corpse of Chris Valetan, who was crucified beyond recognition by the nun’s cross.

Even if anyone other than me saw the scene at that time, they would all think the same.

──It’s dead.

It was a wound that could not be healed. No, even using the word hurt didn’t make sense.

If you see it in person, you will surely agree with how ridiculous it is to use the word ‘hurt’.

Literally, porridge.

It turned humans into porridge.

But she came back to life.

The image of her leisurely walking out of the bright pillar of light is still unforgettable in my mind.

At first I doubted my eyes. However, no matter how much she rubbed her eyes and looked again, she was back to her original clean appearance.

The sight of him raising his sword calmly with his usual calm face came to me with fear.

He knew that Paladins had amazing regenerative powers, but he never thought that they could be resurrected from the dead. The fact that such a thing was possible with s*x magic came as a shock to me more than anything else.

However, Asmodeus told her that the reason she was able to resurrect from the dead was not because of holy magic, but because of the blessing bestowed upon her by the 12 gods who support the Church of Raphael.

… … A blessing to rise from the dead.

I was dumbfounded and laughed. But what was even more shocking was that she had only one divine protection.

According to Asmodeus, Chris Valentine has at least 10 blessings.

the moment I heard that.

The phenomenal power she showed was understandable.

You get all sorts of compliments just for having one divine protection, but 10 or more… ? I hadn’t even heard of that.

I never thought that such a person could exist in this world.

It made me think that perhaps the person who poses the most threat to me, even more than the heavens, is that woman.

‘Did you say Advent? … . That enormous divine power and pure white wings were angels themselves. You can use that power freely without any restrictions… ‘

at that time.

Chris Valentine stumbled as he descended from the air, then dropped to one knee.

Originally fairly fair-skinned, he was noticeably paler now.

“Cool.”

A handful of red blood leaked from her mouth.

‘okay. Then it is. There’s no way he could use that much power without paying anything.’

Looking at her condition, it seemed that the recoil caused by the aftereffects of using s*x magic was quite severe.

She took a deep breath and plunged her sword into the ground. Then, using the sword as a staff, he raised himself. However, I lost my balance and fell to the floor again.

Moment.

Could I kill it now? I thought.

As long as I am a dark magician, we are inevitably destined to become enemies.

Fighting under normal conditions is unpredictable. Even if I used all my powers, all magic, and even black magic, I couldn’t easily imagine winning in my current state.

opportunity.

It was an opportunity to eliminate future risk factors.

Having made up my mind, I landed on the roof and walked over to her. Sensing my presence, she looked at me with a troubled face.

“You were that… … .”

I stopped in front of her and handed over the red potion that was in my chest.

A top-notch restorative. It wasn’t as good as the Elixir, but it was a potion with considerable potency.

She stared at me with a puzzled face.

“Sorry for not being helpful. This is all I can give you.”

The potion was handed to her without a word.

Then he opened the cap and drank it in one gulp. Soon, her complexion brightened little by little.

“… Thank you.”

“no.”

… In fact, he initially intended to kill her, but changed his mind as he approached her.

Because even in that moment, she was prepared to call me. He must have swung his sword at me the moment I showed hostility.

He said that he was weakened right now, but he did not know what kind of magic he would suddenly do.

If I were to suddenly be resurrected like before, I would be infinitely disadvantaged.

This was the academy, and soon the teachers would come in droves. In addition, because of the festival, Heretic Questioners were scattered everywhere.

If anyone witnesses me using black magic, that would be an immediate execution.

However, if I didn’t use black magic, it was obvious that I would die at her hands.

I couldn’t take such a gamble in a situation where I didn’t even know what blessings I had, so I decided to give grace even at the risk.

she got up from her seat The wounds were regenerating all over her body in real time. Even considering the efficacy of the potion, it was an unbelievable resilience.

‘… Did I do something wrong?’

Judging from her current condition, it seemed that she would have woken up on her own without having to hand over the potion. she asked me

“Looks like an academy student, are there any injuries?”

“That’s right.”

“What is your name?”

After thinking for a while, I answered honestly. It would be better than lying for nothing and then raising suspicion later.

“This is Seil Sieghart.”

Hearing my name, she murmured in a low voice.

“… … Sieghart.”

Maybe it was only then that the way he looked at me changed. Fortunately, I felt no hostility.

curiosity. question.

It was that kind of feeling. At least that’s how I feel.

“I just remembered. Was it the student who was knocked out by the evil then?”

“I am honored that you remembered me.”

“To the glory. It was me who got help. Let’s not forget this favor today.”

“it’s okay.”

I hope you will only remember it in your heart. I earnestly prayed that I would not do anything to repay the favor and drag the entire Blue Cross.

A chuckle was heard from behind. When I turned my head, John and Dean McDowell were walking.

John was comparatively far-sighted, but McDowell was covered in blood.

“Do you know someone?”

“yes. These are the professors of the academy.”

John asked me.

“The devil… ?”

“This guy got it done.”

John looked at Chris Valentine. The two looked at each other for a while, and soon Yohan turned his head first.

“Gayle-kun. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“yes. it’s okay. Rather, where did the professor go?”

Since I had seen him use space teleportation magic, I naturally assumed he would arrive here before me.

“It’s a little late because there are students isolated in other buildings.”

In the meantime, it seemed that he had come to solve something else. As expected, it became clear that demons appeared all over the academy.

McDowell, who was next to John, asked me.

“What are you doing here?”

“ah… I came here because I wanted to see if there were students who needed help.”

said McDowell admiringly.

“Are you here to save the students? Truly a model of a hero. After all, Sieghart’s bloodline is different, but yes! Are you not hurt anywhere?”

“yes. I’m fine, but the dean… … .”

Only then did McDowell laugh when he saw the blood on his body.

“ha ha ha! Is it because of this blood? don’t worry It’s not my blood… It belongs to demon worshipers.”

For some reason, I felt a sense of incongruity in the word ‘demon worshiper’.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

“then! Do you think this MacDowell will fall for just such a cult? hahahaha, let’s sell our worries. Oh, come to think of it, I’m thinking about what I suggested then… … .”

said John, cutting off his words.

“Dean. Now, I think we should look at the victims more than that. The upper part of the B-class and C-class buildings seems to have collapsed in the aftermath of the battle. There may still be children who haven’t gotten out yet.”

“… Right. I was frivolous. Move right now.”

Chris Valentine stepped forward.

“My name is Chris Valentine, Bishop of the Blue Cross. I will help too.”

“I see the messenger of God here. Since the issue is an issue, let’s say hello later and let’s find the students first.”

She nodded. When I tried to bring up the idea of helping, John opened his mouth first as if he had read my mind.

“From now on, the professors will solve it. Mr. Gail, please go back now.”

“… … yes.”

I stood there and looked at their backs. In the receding view, McDowell was limping unnaturally on one leg.

‘Are you hurt… ?’