The Creative Department (Baruye) are all artists. Their magic is derived from art. The battle with the enemy is equivalent to the process of using the art they create to eliminate or assimilate the foreign objects that interfere with art.
Take the old lady who is famous throughout the Magic Association as an example. She has dedicated her whole life to the art of painting (magic). Once she holds the paintbrush, the surrounding mountains, rivers, sky, earth and stars will become her canvases. When the painting is completed, the enemy will be defeated.
The same is true for Bailon, who also came from Baruyereta. Although he could not have the same amazing spirit and skills as Lord Baruyereta, there was not much difference in essence and concept.
Byron's art (magic) is "bubble" - it just looks like a bubble, but it is not that fragile in reality.
Soap bubbles are beautiful, reflecting flickering tears and complementing the surrounding water vapor, emitting dreamy colors.
As the middle-aged gentleman hit the ground with his cane, countless soap bubbles were born from the water vapor, gathering from all directions to form a beautiful bubble belt, surrounding the invaders' vanguard.
"You have made the weather your companion. I have to admit that you are amazing. Although the climate in this area is changeable, this is the first time that someone has done something so magnificent. However, if you think that Izeluma is powerless, you are wrong."
The invaders changed their previous arrogance and watched the approaching bubbles silently and cautiously. It is foolish to rashly trigger an unknown magic without preparation. This is common sense that every magician knows.
However, their failure to trigger the attack does not mean that Byron is willing to let these damn invaders go.
His situation was bad enough. The social dinner last night was a great success, and it should have been the best time to gain fame and fortune and reach the peak of his life. Unexpectedly, such a thing happened the next day.
As the head of the Izeluma family, he certainly knew the real time of Golden Princess' death, and the one who appeared last night was indeed an imposter. However, that was the top secret of the Izeluma family, and once it was revealed, it might destroy this historic family.
This is something that Byron absolutely cannot tolerate. Although he is a member of the Democratic Party, deep down, Byron has always been proud of his bloodline. In his opinion, the so-called democracy is just an excuse to win people's hearts. In the end, history and accumulation still dominate, because the essence of magic is such a thing. This disagreement is also the fundamental reason why he and Inola are at odds with each other.
For Byron, the murderer and the truth are not important. What is important is that the secret of Golden Princess cannot be leaked. For this reason, he chooses to turn his firepower to the El-Melloi classroom, hoping to induce a fight between Inole and Weber, so as to achieve the goal of extricating himself and his family.
Unexpectedly, the young man who was not even thirty years old had such a sharp eye that he could see Huang Jinji's flaw at a glance. The group of young men under his command were more ferocious than each other, suppressing him so much that he could not raise his head and almost lost his life. It was not easy for Inolai to buy him some time for the sake of the main family's branch family, but he ran into these blind guys again.
Being angry was secondary. The more important thing was that he had no way out. He knew Inole's character. The old woman would only extend an olive branch to capable people. It was a favor to help him once. If he couldn't handle it well this time, he would really be excluded from the core of Baru Yereta.
Therefore, whether it is to vent his anger or to protect his family and status, he must win, and it must be a beautiful victory.
"What do you think of Izeluma's Ruby?"
The gentleman whispered the name of the technique.
The next second, the bubble burst.
There was a "pop" sound, and nothing else happened.
There was no flow of magic, no monster jumped out, and there was not even any air wave. It was as if a soap bubble had reached its limit and burst naturally.
However, this seemingly normal natural explosion caused several attackers to fall down, holding their necks.
"Ugh, Byron!!!"
The remaining invaders were enraged and fought back with lightning bolts, "hissing".
Bailon was prepared and placed a layer of soap bubbles around him for defense.
These bubbles were specially treated, and with the addition of weather, the electricity that could directly electrocute a person into charcoal was offset with the explosion of the bubbles. If it was a one-on-one fight, Byron would have won long ago.
Unfortunately, there were too many people on the opposite side and too many lightning bolts for the bubble to fully withstand. It only offset 70% of the impact, and the remaining 30% hit Byron, forcing the strong gentleman to kneel on the ground.
"Ha! He's just a down-and-out collector hiding in the countryside."
The fallen attacker gradually recovered and formed a new technique with his angry companions.
Having seen a soap bubble attack once, they have already figured out the working principle of the technique - the effect of the soap bubble is to destroy the oxygen in the air, thereby suffocating the enemy.
The mystery has been solved. The invaders have no more worries and are determined to win the victory in one fell swoop.
Because he dodged in time, Bailon was only burned on his shoulder and did not completely lose his ability to fight. He covered his charred shoulder with one hand and used the other hand to hit the ground with his cane.
The bubbles suddenly doubled in size, forming a rainbow fortress in front of the enemy.
After withstanding the lightning once, Byron had a certain understanding of the opponent's lightning spell. The next step was to see which of his art or the enemy's magic would fail first.
—If there is no external intervention.
"Found it. Here it is."
A natural sound came from the forest covered by water vapor, and this sound made Bailon slightly stunned - how could they appear here
"Who is it?"
The three closest of the invaders turned around and were struck by a bolt of lightning.
"Woooo! This is dangerous."
The owner of the voice seemed startled, but didn't sound hurt.
"Are you the ones who created that huge black cloud? That's amazing! This is a ritual magic that the Clock Tower doesn't even try out very often."
As he spoke, someone had already jumped out of the bushes. The blond boy looked around with an innocent smile that was out of place on a battlefield.
"But your efficiency is a bit low. The seventh and twelfth people are still..."
Before the boy could finish his words, new lightning struck.
"Just listen to what the person is saying." The young man dodged left and right in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
"We have nothing to say to Izeluma's men."
"No, no, I'm not Izeluma's subordinate."
There was no trace of fear on his face illuminated by the lightning. Even while dodging, he still found time to give an awkward military salute to Bailon, whose face was turning blue and white.
"Flat Escaldes, the El-Melloi classroom, has been ordered by the strongest, most powerful, and most invincible teacher in the Clock Tower to join the battle."
PS: Look at Weber's students. No matter where they go or how awesome they are, they never forget to say that their teacher is the best. What's even more exaggerated is that they praise him sincerely. It would be strange if Weber is not famous. Well, although Weber doesn't want them to do this, it's really too shameful.