I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

"…empire--"

The Tegushi who could hardly stand up raised his head, showed an unusually fanatical smile, and roared loudly: "Long live!!"

Accompanied by the roar, the body immediately lost the last trace of strength, and fell heavily on the ground, like a fish about to die, the body trembled subconsciously, and the eyes had completely lost their brilliance.

"Pathetic monster."

Sighing a little, Su Mo walked up to the iron cage, stared at the many students of Torristine Royal Academy of Magic, pondered for a moment, and said suddenly, "Dean, please come out and explain."

After a moment of silence, an old man with a white beard in a flaxen robe came out slowly. He stood in front of Su Mo and asked softly, "Are you a friend or an enemy?"

"This, you should know."

Su Mo raised his left hand, and on the back of his left hand, on the slightly dry and wrinkled skin, a line of ancient magic characters was engraved on it.

"The Left Hand of God."

The old magician's expression suddenly became serious, and he said seriously, "Are you the last familiar?"

"I need some information, you won't let me down, will you?"

"Of course, the only way to defend against the Mad King Joseph and that heretic familiar now is to rely on you and the right hand of God in the holy capital."

"Is there the right hand of God in the holy capital?"

Su Mo suddenly laughed, stared at the old magician, and asked:

"How much do you know about him?"

"The holy knight under the crown of the sky, he is a brave man holding a black bow. When he first appeared in front of the world, he used one man, one dragon and one bow. In three days, he conquered six cities alone and blocked the large army of the mad king Joseph. In the direction east of Takah."

"He set out from the east gate of the holy capital, smashed through a city with one arrow, and reversed five thousand miles. Now he is called the Falling Star Knight."

"What about the name?"

"...This, the holy capital has not been reported."

Hearing what the old mage said, Su Mo nodded. It seemed that the archer had some brains. Although he appeared in front of others, he did not reveal much information.

"Archers with black bows, this range is quite large."

Turning around slightly in his mind, Su Mo really couldn't directly guess the origin of the man who should be the right hand of God.

"How much do you know about the heresy of the mad king?"

"...This, it's a long story—"

The old mage looked at the cage, sighed softly, and said in a low voice:

"Please free the students, I will slowly tell you all the information you need."

Yeah.

Su Mo nodded, and directly bent the cage abruptly, exposing a gap enough for people to walk out, and took two steps back slightly, so under the arrangement of the old dean, all the students and teachers walked out of the cage one after another.

There are about 300 people.

But there was no rejoicing for the rest of his life on his face, only endless silence.

"...680 people...are there only 320 people left?"

Toristine Academy of Magic, the total number of students and teachers originally was 680, and those who are not here...

Some psychologically fragile girls even slowly shed two lines of clear tears, and the boys all had hateful and distorted expressions on their faces.

"do not Cry!"

Some boys seemed to think that the girls' cries were too sad, bit their lips, and growled in a low voice: "The only thing we can do now is to avenge them..."

He clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head, and his body kept trembling, as if there was substantial pain entangled in his body, torturing him repeatedly.

"...Before taking revenge, it's better to cry first."

Su Mo stared at the young man who bit his lip almost to the point of bleeding, pulled on the bamboo hat, and said in a calm voice, "Tears are good things that can wash away all bitterness and sadness when they flow out."

"Hate can't help you much. If you want to grow up, then cry first."

"When you cry until you feel that you can't cry anymore, you will stand up and laugh out loud. In the laughter, you will wrap all your sorrow and pain together. At that time, you will be a qualified adult."

"At that time, you will never be able to return to the present."

"So, now... don't bear it..." He paused for a while, staring at the group of young people who had suffered misfortune, and said word by word: "Just take it as it is, give yourself the last time to be self-willed. "

The old mage sighed, closed his eyes, and said nothing, as if he had lost the vitality of the past, leaving only a sense of twilight, which made people feel sad.

"Your Excellency, I hope you can take the children to a safe place for refuge, they need some time."

"Besides you and my little Master, there are no other survivors in the academy."

The moment Su Mo said these words, the sadness on the old mage's face deepened, and the little hope that had been retained was completely shattered at this moment.

"...The third-year students lead the junior students back to the dormitory. When the bell rings tomorrow morning, everyone will go to the auditorium."

The third-year students nodded. They are the oldest among the students. At this moment, they must bear a little more responsibility than the younger students.

The old mage looked at the few remaining staff and teachers, "Masters, please be on duty tonight, set up a magic circle, guard the surroundings, and prevent the imperial army from attacking again."

"Yes."