Chapter 115

Hmm... Teacher Hailianna waved the staff in her hand at me and asked, "Want it?"

Why do I feel like he's teasing the puppy?

I nodded rather helplessly. "Mm."

Teacher Hailianna clicked her tongue, and then... and then I really got blasted by the forbidden spell!

I instantly Teleportation into the air, with Absolute Protection blocking my way. I instinctively wanted to call out to Damala, but I immediately stopped. First, this was a false space projected by the staff's memory under the influence of Magic Power, Damala couldn't enter. Second, even if she could enter, she would help my teacher beat me up, right?

"Half an hour, if you don't blow me up, this is yours."

As soon as my teacher finished speaking, the second forbidden spell came hurtling towards me. Startled, I immediately activated Shadow Dance and Mirror Image. In an instant, the ground was filled with me and my shadow darting around. Although it was very inelegant, at least I managed to dodge it.

--I was shocked! Six thousand years have passed, and the echoes of memories my teacher left in the staff... are still so strong? Although those forbidden spells are not real, and they can only threaten this projection space, but... the same echoes of memories, in our mage tower, those fragments of memories of Mel's childhood appear and disappear, and are blurry, but the echoes of memories my teacher left in the staff can actually create a virtual space and can even communicate with me!

I suddenly felt...

I've always been so lucky! I struggled to survive in that bunker, and actually, my teacher had been protecting me since then. It was through the magic I learned from him that I survived, killing one dark mage after another, and finally killing the bunker's owner, my second person who could barely be considered my teacher. If I hadn't secretly hidden this notebook that year and persisted in studying it, I would have been a dried-up corpse in the bunker long ago.

... Should I go to the Shadow Moon Temple and kneel before the Lord of Darkness to thank Him for allowing me to meet such a powerful teacher?

"Tsk, do you not know any offensive spells? Or am I mistaken, and you're actually a circus clown disguised as a mage?"

--Master Hailianna's phantom mocked me once again, but I was amused. Perhaps only in the legendary era could there be such a rampant and flamboyant dark mage. I watched as my teacher's white hair was lifted by Magic Power into a sharp yet elegant arc. I couldn't retaliate against my teacher, not because I was afraid or anything, but because...

"Teacher, your notes saved me. My life belongs to you. I cannot harm you."

Besides, we can't just start fighting like this without clear explanation. I think my teacher's phantom probably thinks I'm a thief trying to steal the staff! So even if we're going to fight, we need to make it clear that it's a teacher-student battle, not fighting a thief who stole the staff.

Then...

Then Mr. Hailianna swore and said, "Fuck, you sound like a glowing priest!"

Hahaha... Glowing priests... Hahahaha, indeed, their holy light is too dazzling!

Then, Teacher Hailianna suddenly stopped his magic and slowly floated in front of me—so ancient dark mages really did float? After he floated over, I noticed that he was a little shorter than me, but he used magic to float so he could look down at me.

I smiled somewhat helplessly.

"So, it's you." Ms. Hailianna said, looking me up and down. "What's your name?"

"Teacher, my name is Ciprins Field," I replied.

As soon as I finished speaking, he suddenly floated away and reappeared opposite me. He waved his staff, and the skeletal hand pointed at me. Then, still with his chin held high, he arrogantly said, "I, Hailianna, don't recognize useless students. If you want recognition, you'll have to fight me first. Enough with the nonsense. If you don't use magic, I'll treat you like a paladin with convulsing limbs and a brain filled with holy water, and I'll throw you into the pond in the Temple's back garden to feed the fish!"

Uh... okay... fine, I sighed helplessly. It seems that sitting down for a heart-to-heart talk with the teacher is simply not going to happen between the dark mage and his student. I couldn't help but laugh.

I'd also like to know, how far could I possibly go in a fight against the world-renowned Dark Mage?

Bring it on!!!

With a wave of my hand, Hellfire spread out from beneath my feet, the black flames burning fiercely throughout the entire hall. My teacher, seeing this, gave an ambiguous laugh. He didn't move, and suddenly countless black Magic Power orbs appeared in the air. I was certain it was a dark Divine Magic; touching it would have absolutely spectacular consequences, the kind of spectacular that would be perfect for a horror movie.

Immediately afterward, my teacher's attacks became increasingly ferocious, yet he himself made little movement, barely even opening and closing his mouth (except when he was cursing me). I could feel my brain being pricked with needles, and my mental energy was racing. I summoned Hellfire, unleashed Dark Blade, and used every Black Magic I could think of and employ, but my teacher always found an easy way to counter them and deliver an even heavier retaliation.

He suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide. My pupils shrank instinctively. I saw his raised palm as if it were supporting something. In an instant, I saw a row of black, diamond-like, sharp, spear-shaped objects appear there. Without thinking, I quickly used Teleportation quick succession.

Those black spears are definitely faster than the bullets and rays of magic guns!

Good heavens! They can even turn!

I broke out in a cold sweat. I knew that if I couldn't satisfy my teacher, the legendary ancient black mage would definitely kill a useless apprentice like me. After our fight, I also clearly realized that there was still a huge gap between me and the legendary ancient black mage. I still had a very long way to go before I could try to catch up with my teacher's achievements.

Therefore, I cannot let him down!

After another Teleportation, the spears were already close in front of me. I immediately activated Absolute Protection and went all out, stacking many spears in one go. The spears clashed and struck Absolute Protection. The Magic Power collided, some spears shattered, and part of my Absolute Protection disappeared into the air. I was pushed back by this huge force and even spat out another mouthful of blood.

I casually smeared the blood from my mouth onto my finger, then quickly and discreetly drew a rune in the air—

That rune that Mel and I learned when we were in prison.

The withering curse finally forced my teacher to turn around and defend himself. He summoned a black shield to protect his body and then turned his attention to attacking the blood-drawn runes.

At this moment, I activate Shadow Dance!

A black shadow, mingling amidst the Hellfire, silently approached my teacher.

Then, in the next second, my teacher swung his hand and unleashed a Dark Blade, but the shadow wasn't afraid of having its throat slashed, so my teacher exclaimed in surprise, gracefully retreated, and dodged the Shadow Dance's attack.

However, I saw a strand of white hair float by in the air, and my teacher's hair was forced to fall loose.

Suddenly, he raised his hands, and all the magic around him vanished back into Nothingness; there was nothing left.

I stood there nervously, waiting for the teacher's comments, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that a corner of the main hall was slowly disappearing.

"That's enough," my teacher said, beckoning me. "Your hair's all messed up, comb it back up."

Oh...

... Luckily, I remembered when Damala and the others combed my hair!

The author has something to say: Xixi said shyly: So I'm just a little devil, I still can't beat my great demon teacher.

... The alpaca happily hugged the pink old man: Wow, we have a new friend! Come and feel the power of the Dark Lord with me!

Chapter 115

After my teacher finished speaking, he floated straight to the other side of the hall. On the wall at the deepest part of the hall was the emblem of the Shadow Moon Temple. However, unlike the Temple of Light, the Lord of Darkness representing darkness, never had a statue erected in the temple of faith in the human world. Therefore, at the end of the hall, there was only a high platform with steps, which was probably used for activities such as prayer.