Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess!

"There is no teacher Kenneth to protect you! If it's just magic, how can you, a guy of inferior blood, be my opponent!"

Amreth shouted angrily and mobilized his magic power.

The magic mark engraved on his body shone brightly.

The breath of the magic spell came out.

"Amres! You want to take action here?! This is how you take revenge on classmate Moran! Do you think Mr. Kenneth will just sit back and do nothing?"

"I've been kicked out of the Clock Tower! My future has been ruined by you! You bitch makes me think about the consequences! ? Still protecting Moran like this! Camus! Do you like him that much?!"

Camus has never been good at confronting others.

She is withdrawn and introverted. She was touched by the inner truth of Amrez's angry words, and she became nervous and didn't know how to deal with it.

Her innocent and shy reaction was revealed.

For a moment This made Amres even more angry.

"Huh, they are indeed a couple! Whether it's Clock Tower Kenneth or something! I don’t even care! At least I will make you pay for ruining my future!"

Amreth stared at the two people in front of him.

However, Moran took a step forward with a calm face.

He blocked Camus like a shield.

"So, your clowning is over? Is that all you want to say to me? Amrez, you said you wanted me to pay, right? That means you want to kill me?"

Molan interrogated like a sanctioner.

The indifferent and calm gaze was particularly unsettling.

But Amreth didn't care about this abnormality at all. There was only the burning anger in his heart.

"ah! yes! Thanks to you!

The person I want to kill and torture most right now is you! It’s you, Moran Edelfeldt!"

"Haha, I thought I was just being shallow-minded, but I didn’t expect that I turned out to be an idiot in the end. Based on my personal principles, I give you one last chance - run away, and you may still survive."

Molan raised his head slightly and grinned.

In the past, he was famous throughout Greece as a hero.

However, this does not mean that Moran is a bad person.

This is the mercy of a hero.

He will inform the ignorant in advance and give the ignorant a chance to survive.

Although, most Most of them just didn’t listen.

I guess the result will be the same this time.

As a hero, Moran will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but he will not tolerate anyone pointing the blade at him.

"escape? At this moment? Are you kidding me?

You, a low-blooded student who can't even sing a complete spell, do I, Amleth, need to run away from you?!"

Amreth responded with ridicule.

His attitude was quite clear.

"In this case, we are no longer classmates in El-Melloi's classroom, but enemies in close combat."

Molan was completely unmoved by this kind of ridicule.

Because, to him, there is no difference between the person in front of him and the dead.

"Classmate Moran! Amleth's magic skills are top notch in the classroom! Let’s go find Mr. Kenneth...."

"Camus, do you believe me?"

Molan's figure stands here like a city wall.

It seems that no storm or disaster can defeat him, which makes people feel an inexplicable sense of security.

He performed miracles in the self-defense class.

He reversed everything. Everyone has determined the result in advance

"I trust you! Camus shook his hand and nodded.

No words are needed.

Just one sentence can express the emotion, an absolute trust that can give his life to the man in front of him.

"Oh, just watch. Since then, for the first time in the modern era, I have regained the power of past legends!"

Molan grinned and was very satisfied with the answer.

On the other hand, Amleth only felt that Moran was seeking his own death.

He remembered Moran's grades in class.

You know, Moran didn't even know how to chant the spell at the time. Meet the standard, and I have already learned two verses of chanting

"Die!"

Amreth threw out a blazing fireball.

It was the same as the one he used in the training ground before.

He thought it would fail because of Kenneth's presence. This time Moran would never be able to stop it.

The red fireball was approaching rapidly.

Ordinary people. If she was hit, there would be no bones left.

Camus clenched her hands and stayed behind Moran. She had placed everything on the man in front of her.

No matter how dangerous the current situation was, she would never leave.

"Ah......"

Moran's handsome face was licked by the firelight.

There is no thought of dodge in the face of such threats.

He made only one move.

He waved his right arm as if fanning out a fire, and the crystal clear vermilion blood spread out like gems.

Bah—baah—!!

The huge amount of magic power contained in the blood forms an electric current.

They connect to form a grid.

The fireball stagnated the moment it came into contact with the blood, as if there was an invisible wall blocking it.

Plop, tap... the strange sound of blood and flesh mixing together turned into waves and came.

The blood squirmed and swelled as if consciously, containing powerful vitality like breathing.

So weird that it's suffocating

"what is that....."

Camus said tremblingly.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

I have never seen it before, and I can only get a glimpse of it in books. It is an incredible sight - huge and violent scarlet beast eyes like car lights.

Three connected heads were spitting out hot white smoke.

The flames clung to the beast's body like a coat.

In just an instant, it expanded from a drop of blood the size of a thumb to a hell monster the size of a bus.

"No, impossible! impossible! why why! No magic chanting! There are no traces of spell casting! There is no time to prepare in advance for this public place! No, wrong....This is not a monster that a magician can summon at all.——！"

Beads of sweat dropped from Amreth's forehead.

His expression was as ferocious as before.

But the emotions have long been replaced by panic and fear, and every cell in the body is crying for help.

Even cognition is shouting.

That is definitely not a creature that can appear here.

"earth, hell....three headed dog.....Cerberus!"

Camus was completely stunned.

Even her voice was trembling when she spoke.

The brutal beast that she had only heard of in textbook myths actually appeared in reality.

Any magician would be frightened.

"Obviously....Only under the clock tower.....A mythical beast that can only be found thirty floors down in the Albion Spirit Tomb! Why? Classmate Moran! ?"

"Oh, it's very well-behaved."

Camus couldn't avoid this conjecture.

If you think about it, you can think of the blood thrown by Moran.

The three-headed dog of hell emerged from it.

"Gululu——"

The three-headed dog vented its hostility toward Amreth.

The fire attached to it caused the temperature of the street to increase sharply, and the power it revealed surged like a tsunami.

In an instant, a huge pressure comparable to a mountain collapse came.