Chapter 114
The Pushed-to-the-Edge Honest Man
All the teachers fell into silence as they watched Henry’s actions.
No one could say Henry’s actions were wrong, but his thods were sowhat alarming. Even ordinary teachers couldn’t remain as calm and composed as he did.
When Luning declared he would destroy everything Henry cherished and target the classmates behind Henry, Luning had completely failed in their eyes.
One must rember Henry was dealing with Cultists.
Faced with a crucial matter of right and wrong, Luning not only failed to assist Henry but actually attacked him.
If Henry hadn’t been strong enough, he would likely have been eliminated long ago.
A teacher glanced at Sidney nearby, his tone laced with sarcasm.
“Teacher Sidney, your Rulter Family mbers are really quite interesting. If this were real life, Luning would probably be considered an accomplice of the Cultists, and your Rulter Family wouldn’t be able to escape bla either.”
“Luning was blinded by rage,” Sidney explained weakly, though the current situation wasn’t suitable for lengthy explanations.
He rubbed his temples, a headache throbbing in his forehead.
This would be hard to explain to the Family Head.
If Luning were expelled from Saint Nad Magic Academy because of today’s events, he would be utterly useless.
‘That damned fool, does he have any idea what he’s doing?’
Sidney thought angrily.
On the platform, Reina sat with her legs crossed, her high-heeled shoe swinging back and forth.
“What a foolish boy. Does he think dense magical power alone gives him an advantage on the battlefield? Those he defeated before were just stationary targets, but against a human opponent, he’s full of openings.”
Although Luning’s offensive had seed fierce, in Reina’s mind, Henry had already killed him countless tis over.
Most combat-focused teachers could tell that Henry had been holding back earlier to protect the companions behind him.
In a real battlefield, Henry’s Flying Sword would have pierced through Luning’s chest long ago. Why wait for him to gather his magical power?
“Hmm… The mutation is about to begin. As expected, even if the process changes sowhat, the outco remains the sa?”
rlin’s hoarse voice sounded.
Everyone’s gaze quickly returned to Henry’s screen.
Luning’s corpse dissolved into points of light and vanished before their eyes.
Henry didn’t even deign to give it a final glance.
He turned his head. The red-clothed elf, who had been blasted away and injured earlier, was staggering to her feet.
She clutched her head, letting out painful moans.
Simultaneously, Henry saw a dark aura emanating from her body.
She trembled, holding her wound, from which black blood now flowed.
The red-clothed elf’s mind was filled with the horrific scenes of her clansn being slaughtered, the cold, indifferent eyes of the humans swinging their swords, and now her torn dress, ripped by monsters. Each scene was like a red-hot brand, searing a mark of hatred deep into her soul.
“Why… Why hurt us? We did nothing wrong…”
Her ethereal voice gradually transford into the tolling of an ancient bell, echoing incessantly through the forest.
Bony segnts began to sprout from her fingertips, and a pair of jet-black wings forcefully erupted from her shoulder blades.
Drops of black blood fell to the ground, dissolving the dead leaves and branches.
The red-clothed elf clutched her head, her gaze fixing on Henry, the sole survivor.
“You… all deserve to die!”
She threw her head back and roared.
She spread her wings, and a naless karmic fire ignited around her. Her voice, infused with imnse magical power, spread outwards through the forest!
Instantly, Henry found himself surrounded by raging flas.
Henry stared intently at the elf before him. From her, he could feel an intense pressure.
This feeling was similar to facing the Eliana Doll, possessing a powerful suppressive force.
“Is this the innate magical power of the elves?”
Henry knew the elf race possessed their own unique magical attributes, and the vast majority of elves were born with imnse magical talent.
Because of this, so had speculated that Cliff was an ancestral elf.
After all, wielding such powerful magic wouldn’t be strange if he were an elf.
Henry gripped his Iron Sword tightly, watching the red-clothed elf who was entering a demonized state.
At this stage, trying to reason was probably useless. He needed to find a way to weaken her abilities first.
The red-clothed elf stretched her claws towards Henry.
Hovering in the air, she chanted an incantation in high-level Elvish. Countless fireballs, carrying an aura of destruction, rained down upon the ground.
Seeing this, Henry imdiately stepped onto his Flying Sword and began maneuvering through the sky.
But his opponent pursued him relentlessly, determined to kill him on the spot.
anwhile, the Cataclysm within Henry’s body seed to sense a powerful presence before its master.
It excitedly pulsed within Henry, seemingly eager to battle this formidable foe.
But Henry suppressed its excitent, choosing only to evade the attacks for now.
In the eyes of the red-clothed elf, Henry was like a fly—weak, yet frustratingly difficult to hit.
This irritation made her roar again.
She continuously beat her wings, stirring up scorching heat waves. Dark red flas spread wildly, transforming the entire forest into a living hell.
“Calm down! The one who hurt you is already dead!”
Henry called out, but she seed completely deaf to his words, slashing her sharp claws directly towards his face!
Seeing this, Henry swung his Iron Sword to et her claws, the collision producing a sharp screech.
“You are all murderers! I will avenge them!”
The dark aura around the red-clothed elf grew increasingly dense, to the point where Henry felt nauseous just being near her.
What kind of experints did those bastards perform on this girl?
How could they enhance her magical power to such an absurd extent?
Henry discarded the Iron Sword, now shattered in his hand.
His gaze remained fixed on the girl before him.
“You’re under the control of Dark Magic. Right now, you can’t control this power.”
“No… I… I need power! I need to protect them…”
The red-clothed elf looked at Henry’s figure, as if rembering sothing.
She clutched her head, screaming in agony.
The Cataclysm within Henry sensed her actions and seed confused.
【She seems to be in great pain…】
Henry was surprised to receive this feedback from Cataclysm.
He knew Cataclysm was sentient, but he didn’t expect it to be able to sense the other’s state.
【Her emotions are so conflicted… I don’t understand…】
“That’s because her true nature is kind. She’s just being controlled by Dark Magic now.”
Henry tried to approach and reason with her.
But the mont the red-clothed elf saw Henry getting closer, she imdiately raised her hand and summoned a powerful gale, blasting him away!
Henry was sent flying backward, finally landing with a flip.
“This isn’t working. It feels like an honest man pushed to the edge; anything I do now will only provoke her further.”
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