Descendants of the gods

Clement left his kingdom of God and returned to the world.Before leaving, he did not leave any means of defense for his kingdom of God.

After all, it is the world consciousness that was born together with the new rules. He is familiar with all the rules in the world today, and there is no way to defend against him.

So instead of wasting time arranging the careful defense of the enchantment, it is better to let him go.

Clement's Kingdom of God is now empty except for the temple. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. Anyway, for Clement, building a temple is very easy, so it doesn't matter.

Clement removed the barrier.

There is no one in the dormitory.

He picked up the bag containing only pens and ink, opened the door and went out.

Clement pushed open the door and found that it was already noon outside.He stretched out his index finger across the air, and a line of silver text gradually appeared.

Unexpectedly, two days have passed, not one | night as Clement thought.

It seems that the will of the new world can't wait to make a move.

However, the impact of this little time has no effect on Clement.

Clement went directly to the auditorium where Legmons was teaching. It was very quiet inside, and only Legmons' voice could be heard.

Legmons is teaching the students new words.

Clement pushed the door open and walked in.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the students turned their heads to look.

Clement calmly walked to an empty table in the back row and sat down.

After he sat down, Legmons tapped the table with his knuckles, and a stack of papers appeared out of nowhere on Clement's desk.

The sound of knocking on the table made everyone sit down again.

"Okay, calm down, let's continue."

Legmons continued.

Clement picked up the papers on the table and flipped through them one by one. This is the most basic text textbook.

A tutorial written by Legmons himself, and magically duplicated in multiple copies.

Of course, the copy in Clement's hand is not as simple as just a tutorial.

Clement looked around and saw that everyone else was listening to the class seriously, and no one was paying attention to him. He gathered a small ball of light on his fingertips and quickly touched the paper.

It was as if the ink was soaked in water, and the words on the paper quickly blurred.

Soon, new text appeared.

When Clement saw it, he was speechless.

This letter was written by the Elven King, and there was nothing important in it. The whole letter was about missing and admiring Clement.

Clement read the letter expressionlessly.Then the content on the paper was changed back to the original.

When it was almost noon, Legmons announced the dismissal of get out of class.

After Legmons left the classroom, the students filed out.

Clement was at the end slowly.

With a public face and a deliberately low presence, Clement was quickly left far away by the large army.

Clement stopped in his tracks.

After the large army completely disappeared around the corner ahead, Clement said, "Why, do you think you can kill me by yourself?"

The response to Clement was calm.

Clement raised a hand, and the light flashed.

"Or do you want me to invite you out?"

After Clement finished speaking, the lightning in his palm condensed into the shape of a spear, where the spear passed, the thunder surged.

There was a scream coming from the lightning surge.

The thunder light dissipated, and a half-dead person fell under the tree.

Clement put down the barrier and walked over.

He reached out and pressed the man's head, pulling out his memory from it.

Clement went to read the man's memory, only to find that the man's memory was a mess.

Clement immediately noticed something was wrong.So he immediately hid his figure and hid aside.

Sure enough, as soon as he hid, a person he had never seen ran over.

When the man saw the corpse on the ground, there was no expression of surprise on his face.He looked around with a puzzled look on his face.

At this moment, Clement noticed that many people were coming not far behind the man.

Clement immediately understood what the man was up to.

Clement walked quietly to the direction of the crowd, then suddenly appeared and shouted, "Dead man! Dead man!"

Clement ran towards the crowd while shouting.

The man wanted to run, but it was too late.When the group of people heard Clement's shout, they all sped up and rushed over.

The man was caught straight.

"Wilson!" Someone recognized the man who was about to slip away, "You killed someone!"

People hurried forward to surround Wilson, and several people went to check the body.

"This is not someone from our school," one of them said. "I have never seen him, and he has nothing on him that can indicate his identity."

"Wilson, why did you kill him?" the man asked Wilson.

Wilson said in panic, "No, it wasn't me, he was already dead when I came! It was Hans! Yes, Hans did it!"

"Hans?" The man sneered, "Although he has become a disciple of the red-robed warlock Professor Legmons, you can't slander him like this out of jealousy."

The man smiled, looked at Wilson and said, "You said Hans did it, so why don't you tell me about others?"

Wilson quickly stretched out his hand, "He's just here..." He was stunned, because he realized that he really didn't seem to have seen Hans.

The man didn't say much to Wilson, "We caught him and brought him to the principal, and the principal will make a fair judgment."

Wilson was caught. He struggled and shouted, "You can't catch me, I am the chosen one! I will become a god!"

Except for Clement who was hiding aside, everyone thought he was talking crazy.

So, this is finding a puppet to fight with him?

Clement sneered, although this person's aptitude is indeed good, but Clement felt that besides being easy to control, this person's aptitude is not even as good as Cydgeps.

Wilson is not qualified to be his opponent. Moreover, the will of the new world does not understand people's hearts. Clement can tell at a glance. People like Wilson are indeed very easy to control when he has no power, but once he With enough power, his ambition will also expand accordingly.

Clement didn't do anything to Wilson, because if there wasn't a Wilson there would be someone else.

Instead of making the new world's will learn to be smart, it's better to let this Wilson stand stupidly in the foreground as a target.

With Clement's help, Wilson's 'crazy talk' spread quickly.

Some people laughed at Wilson as crazy, but some believed it, and gathered around Wilson for his orders.Some forces hidden in the dark silently marked Wilson as 'dangerous, and he needs to be vigilant. 'Tag of.

But all this has nothing to do with Clement.

In the first week of the literacy course, the whole group is divided into several groups and takes turns to study in the auditorium.A week later, the grades began to be reclassified.

All students who learned to read and write were promoted from the preparatory class to the first grade.

Clement was also assigned to the first grade.

This is a matter of course, no matter who it is.

The new text was born out of the new world rules, which Clement created himself, of course he would.In the eyes of other students, the professor who teaches new characters is his teacher, so it is inevitable for him to learn.

After the grades are divided, those in the preparatory class will continue to learn characters. This time they have two weeks. If they still can't learn in these two weeks, they will be expelled from school.

Imperial College only recruits elites, if you can't learn to read and write in three weeks...

Imperial College does not need this kind of waste.

First grade begins with more complex grammar and exposure to new magical rules.

Although it is said to be an elite, it is no different from the enlightenment class.

But there is no way, the Supreme God willfully changed the rules of the world, making everything have to start from scratch.

Clement is still writing his own canon.

He has only written three new spells in the draft so far.They are all entry-level, very simple spells with little power.

Clement, writing and drawing on the draft paper, constantly reasoning and calculating.

Denton sat on Clement's left, peeping curiously, but was disappointed to find that he couldn't understand anything.

To tell the truth, Clement admitted that he sometimes misread. To his surprise, his roommate Denton learned all the words of Professor Legmons in just three days.

In fact, Legmons only taught them for the first three days, and the next four days were for the students to continuously consolidate and review what they had learned before.

Clement later re-checked Denton's aptitude secretly, and found that he unexpectedly adapted to the current magic rules.

"Okay, let's stop here first, who wants to come up and give a demonstration to everyone?" On the podium, Legmons put down the self-edited textbook in his hand.

Denton raised his hand high.

Legmons nodded. "Well, then, come up, Mr. Denton."

Denton happily walked to the podium, and released a head-sized fireball under Legmons' instructions.

Legmons nodded, praised him routinely, and let Denton return to his seat.

Denton sat down and glanced at Clement proudly.