Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 764 Flat Escaldes, join the war.

Creation subjects (Baluye) are all artists, their magic comes from art, and fighting the enemy is equal to the process of using their own created art to eliminate or assimilate foreign objects that interfere with art.

Take the old lady who is well-known in the entire magic association as an example. She has dedicated her whole life to the art of painting (magic). Once she is allowed to hold the brush, the surrounding mountains, rivers, mountains, heaven, earth and stars will become the canvas for her to write on. Completion is the defeat of the enemy.

The same is true for Byron, who was also born in Baru Yeretta. Although it is impossible to have the awe-inspiring spirit and technique of Lord Baru Yereta, there is not much difference in essence and philosophy.

Byron's art (magic) is "soap bubbles" - it just looks like it's not that fragile.

Soap bubbles are beautiful, reflecting flickering tears, complementing the surrounding water vapor, exuding dreamy colors.

As the middle-aged gentleman hit the ground with his cane, countless soap bubbles were born from the water vapor and gathered from all directions, forming a beautiful bubble belt that surrounded the vanguard of the invaders.

"Let the weather be your companions, I have to admit that you are very powerful. Although this area has a changeable climate, it is the first time someone has done such a gorgeous thing. However, if you think that Izaluma can't do anything, then Big mistake."

The intruders changed their previous arrogance and watched the approaching soap bubble silently and cautiously.It is foolish to trigger an unknown magic without preparation, which is common sense that every magician knows.

However, if they didn't trigger it, it didn't mean that Byron was willing to let these damn intruders go.

His situation was bad enough.Originally, the social dinner last night was a great success, and it should be the best moment to gain fame and fortune and reach the pinnacle of life.Unexpectedly, the next day, such a thing happened.

As the owner of the Izheluma family, he certainly knew the real time of Jin Ji's death, and the one who appeared last night was indeed a counterfeit.However, it was the top secret of the Izaluma family, and if it was revealed, it might destroy this long-established family.

This is absolutely intolerable to Byron. Although he is a member of democracy, he has always been proud of his blood in his bones. In his opinion, the so-called democracy is just an excuse to win people's hearts. History and accumulation dominate, because that is the essence of magic.This difference is also the fundamental reason why he and Yinolai seem to be in harmony.

For Byron, the murderer and the truth are not important, what is important is that Jin Ji's secrets cannot be revealed. For this reason, he chose to turn his firepower to El Meloy's classroom, hoping to induce a fight between Inolai and Weber, so as to achieve The purpose of extracting oneself and the family.

Unexpectedly, that young man, who was not even 30 years old, had such bad eyesight, and he saw Huang Jinji's flaws at a glance.The group of young men under him were also fiercer than each other, and they were so oppressive that they couldn't lift their heads, and almost died.Finally, Yinolai bought some time for himself because of the face of the main family's separation, and met these short-sighted guys again.

Anger was second to none, and the more important thing was that he had no way out.He knew Yinolai's character, that old lady would only throw an olive branch to those who are capable, and it was already a favor to help him once, if he couldn't handle it well this time, he would really be excluded from Baru Outside Yeretta's core.

Therefore, whether it is to vent his anger or to keep his family and status, he must win, and it is a beautiful victory.

"What do you guys think of Iseloma's ruby?"

The gentleman whispered the name of the spell.

In the next second, the soap bubbles exploded.

There was a "pop", but there was no abnormality other than that.

There was no magic torrent, no monsters jumping out, not even air waves, as if soap bubbles were forced to the limit and burst naturally.

However, just such a seemingly normal natural explosion caused several attackers to fall down clutching their necks.

"Well, Byron!!!"

The rest of the intruders were enraged, and "hissed" and "hissed" they pulled out lightning bolts to fight back.

Byron was already on guard, and laid a layer of soap bubbles around him in advance for defense.

These soap bubbles have been specially treated, and under the addition of the weather, the electricity that can directly turn people into coke is offset with the bursting of the bubbles.If it was one-on-one, Byron would have already won.

It's a pity that there were too many people on the opposite side, and there were too many lightning bolts. The bubble couldn't fully withstand it, and only offset [-]% of it. The remaining [-]% hit Byron, causing this strong gentleman to kneel on the ground.

"Ha! Just a failed collector hiding in the country."

The fallen attacker gradually recovered, and formed a new spell with his angry companions.

Having seen a soap bubble attack, they have already seen the working principle of the spell - the effect of the soap bubble is to destroy the oxygen in the air, thereby producing the effect of suffocating the enemy.

The mystery has been cracked, the invaders no longer have any scruples, they want to win the victory in one go.

Because he dodged in time, Byron only suffered burns on his shoulder, and did not completely lose his ability to fight.He covered his scorched shoulder with one hand, and kept hitting the ground with his cane with the other.

The soap bubbles doubled instantly, forming an iridescent fortress in front of the enemy.

Having endured lightning once, Byron has a certain understanding of the lightning spell on the opposite side, and the next step is to see which side can not hold on first, his art or the enemy's magic.

——If there is no external force involved.

"I found it, here it is."

A natural voice came from the forest covered by water vapor, which made Bairon slightly stunned—how could they appear here.

"who!"

The three closest intruders turned around, and a bolt of lightning struck them.

"Wow! It's so dangerous."

The owner of the voice seemed taken aback, but sounded unharmed.

"Are you the ones who made that big black cloud? It's amazing. This is a ritual magic that the clock tower doesn't try very much."

While speaking, the man had already jumped out of the grass, the blond boy looked around with an innocent smile that was incompatible with the battlefield.

"But your efficiency is a bit low, the seventh person and the No.12 person are still..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, a new thunderbolt had already struck.

"Listen to the end of the sentence." The boy dodged left and right in a bit of embarrassment.

"We have nothing to say to Izaluma's men."

"No, no, I'm not Izaluma's subordinate."

There was no trace of fear on his face illuminated by the lightning. Even in the midst of dodging, he still took the time to give a nondescript military salute to Byron whose face was blue and white.

"El Meloy Classroom, Frat Escaldes, was ordered by the strongest, most powerful, and most invincible teacher in the Clock Tower to join the battle."

PS: Look at the students like Weber. No matter where you go, no matter how awesome you are, you never forget to praise my teacher as the best. What’s more exaggerated is to praise from the bottom of your heart. .Well, although Weber didn't want them to do this very much, it was too shameful.

(End of this chapter)