Chapter 77

... Um?

Goliath nodded to him and stuck his dragon plaster back on.

I watched the two of them, who seemed to have reached some kind of consensus, feeling somewhat bewildered and uneasy. Then their attention shifted back to searching for the enemy, leaving me standing there awkwardly, looking left and right, unsure of which of them to ask what was going on.

However, I decided to wait a while before speaking. Up ahead, one of my senior classmates relayed some information to me:

"I've spotted several magic-powered fighters flying at low altitude!" I said. "They're still glowing with holy light; they're probably the ones Goliath attacked before!"

"So audacious, daring to fly out of the city? Aren't they afraid the city guards of Kojinier City will discover them?" Reynold exclaimed in shock.

"Kojinier City is close to two other emerging republics, both of which are mechanical civilizations. Therefore, to maintain stable bilateral relations, no dragon riders are stationed here. The garrison consists of only a handful of young dragon riders; the main force is one of the few modern mechanical armies of the Holy Dragon Empire," Moli explained to us. "So their combat strength... is truly pathetic! Their commander can't even beat a child dragon!"

Is being addicted to the internet really that beneficial? Does Moli know so much about even a random city?

She blinked, looking at me with utter innocence, so I didn't ask. I grabbed Reynold and flew off first, with Mel running alongside me. To make matters worse, Mel kindly used a magic rope to secure Reynold to his waist, pulling him along with me.

"Hey teacher, slow down!"

The two apprentices started giving chase, while Goliath and Xuefeng followed closely behind. Xuefeng was flying with magic, Goliath... Goliath was originally going to run to keep up, but Xuefeng just hoisted the person onto his shoulder... We were holding one in our arms, the dragon was carrying another on its shoulder, and the two shouting apprentices behind us made us think we were being chased by righteous bystanders for human trafficking...

"Aaaaaah--" Reynold screamed habitually, then gasped for breath, "I'm going to take Flight Spell as soon as I get home--"

Hmm, not bad. I glanced back at him with satisfaction, knowing my magic wasn't up to par, but I was finally starting to work on it!

The spirits manifested forms, but these remnant souls were not as complete as my fellow disciples. Many had been dead for many years and could no longer coalesce into a complete human form. Therefore, they occasionally had one or two hands and three or four feet flying around. Reynold's face was ashen, but this time he had made progress and did not turn into a corpse. He pointed ahead and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Ciprins, you... your ghost has gathered into a ball over there!"

We turned our heads and saw that it wasn't a sphere at all; it was surrounding a magic-powered fighter jet. Those fighter jets had a very unique shape; the cockpit looked spherical from a distance... wait, what?

Mel quickly intervened and pulled the fighter jet back from its descent into the ground. Sigh... I couldn't help but sigh. Let the spirits disperse. These Machine Zealots are so clueless. Trying to ram the ground in a suicide attack is useless. The spirits won't die again and become super-condensed ghosts.

Wrong...

I sighed, realizing the driver had fainted from fright.

"Xipei, your magic is amazing! These fighter jets can become invisible, but they're useless against undead who don't need to see." Mel happily held up the fighter jet and shook it up and down, as if shaking a candy jar.

Boom--

A magic cannon shot came from not far away. Goliath jumped off Xuefeng's shoulder, and Xuefeng wrapped his arms around his waist. The paladin drew his sword, and there was that beautiful shield I had seen before.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The magic cannons continued firing, but they were also mixed with traditional gunpowder shells. I couldn't help but become serious, because although the magic cannons were more powerful, the gunpowder bombs were much harder to deal with. The energy of the magic cannon's beams could be neutralized, but the gunpowder explosions couldn't. When they hit the Dou Qi shield, the magic energy could dissipate, but the traditional bombs would just explode in your face! Many experienced mechanical units used traditional firearms to deal with mages and knights, and those who weren't skilled enough were easily caught in the crossfire.

Next, Goliath demonstrated for us the signature move of the contemporary Grand Commander of the Temple of Light Knights —splitting a cannonball with one hand and one sword.

"Wow~~~~" The two apprentices screamed in unison.

Goliath slightly turned his body, strained his waist, and taut his long arms, the muscles beneath his knight's uniform undulating. He flicked his wrist, channeling both Dou Qi and holy light into his longsword, and then with an elegant and deft wave of his hand, a massive cannonball was cleaved in two, as cleanly and simply as cutting paper. The two halves fell to the ground, exploding into two small sparks at a safe distance beside us in the blink of an eye.

Clap clap clap—we all clapped in unison, except for Xuefeng, whose two dragon claws gripped the knight's supple waist, his head bowed in serious study, not paying any attention to the scene of splitting the cannonballs.

Goliath blushed for a second, then pointed ahead. "Hurry and chase after them!"

Oh, right, we're not watching a performance at the Temple!

The remaining planes, seeing that they couldn't do anything to us, turned around and flew away in a flash.

"Teacher!" Anna suddenly exclaimed, "Be careful! The cell phone signal is being interfered with up ahead; the map navigation isn't working!"

Moli craned her neck and said, "Huh? I remember there are ancient ruins in this area, but they haven't been able to excavate them. Archaeologists previously thought there might be ancient artifacts hidden inside. Won't these mechanical fanatics destroy the relics? That would be awful!"

... Ancient artifacts? Which expert, poisoned by wish-fulfillment novels, is that? Artifacts are called artifacts because only gods can use them. After the laws of the Diana world were fully operational, all gods, even the supreme God of Light and the Lord of Darkness, could no longer return to this world. What kind of ignorant expert would say something as stupid as archaeology might discover artifacts?

Moli sighed, "Teacher, don't say that. It's just a descriptive term, like how people online call 'Flame of Fury' the God of Magic!"

... For some reason, I suddenly felt that the Federation's magic education system was in dire need of reform!

Chapter 77

After saying that, Moli suddenly looked as if the sky had fallen and covered her mouth.

"Teacher... I feel like I might have given you... some brilliant idea again?" she said in a desperate tone. Judging from her face, I suspected that this child had secretly turned herself into Death Banshee.

I touched her face; hmm, it was still warm, so I was relieved.

"Teacher!" Moli suddenly grabbed my hand. "Teacher, why are your hands so cold!"

Hmm... is there?

My other hand was being held by Mel. We'd been holding hands for a while, and I felt that both of our hands were the same temperature.

"Wow, teacher, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Please tell us as soon as possible!" Anna squeezed in, looking nervous. Her little dark elf ears twitched, reminding me of a cat whose ears had been touched. She even tried to touch my forehead.

Okay, judging from your tone of voice, I'm starting to feel uncomfortable!

Sigh, these two kids talk like the heroines of a romantic soap opera, especially when they put on such caring faces and start asking me what's wrong. I feel like I've been in a car accident, have a terminal illness, or something in a TV drama.

Amnesia

The poor male protagonist was lying in a hospital bed, while the female protagonist, Moli, with tears in her eyes, knelt by the bedside, holding my hand...

I shuddered, realizing that even though my hands were really cold, it was because I was scared by Anna and Moli.

So I dismissed them, but they still looked at Mel with worried expressions.

Mel was holding my hand, and that's when I noticed that we were originally holding hands, but somehow our fingers had become intertwined. In this position... Mel was gripping a bit too tightly, his fingers were pressing on the back of my hand, so my fingers were sticking up in the air, which felt weird.

I tried to squeeze him back, but he just gripped even tighter, so I could only helplessly relax and let Mel grab me.