"It's no use. Flatt is waiting for you to disperse."
Before Lanis could finish her words, Flatt began waving his arms.
"Yeah, it's like this over there, gurgle gurgle, turn around!"
If you are observant enough, you can easily find that Flatt made the same pose as the invaders before waving his arms. This is not just imitation, but some kind of psychic magic, or more commonly, a curse.
"Interference begins (Playball)."
Following a short chant, the lightning released by the invaders changed direction the moment it left the ritual.
The next second, screams of magicians who were burned by their own lightning rang out all around.
Strictly speaking, the sensory magic used by Flatt is not the orthodox Western magic taught in the Clock Tower, but comes from the witchcraft system in Southeast Asia.
However, this made no difference to the boy, because he was a genius, a true genius.
Let me tell you a little about Flatt’s past.
Flat Edkars was born in a country around the Mediterranean Sea. He was a member of the Edkars clan, an ancient magician family.
This is a very interesting family. In terms of history alone, there are not many families in the whole of Europe that can compare. However, the heads of this family can only be described as mediocre. Neither their talents nor the magic they practiced are outstanding. Many magicians are sarcastic that this is an incompetent family that cannot transform history into mystery.
—Until Flatt’s birth.
As if to make up for his family's years of mediocrity, this child possessed an exceptional number of Magic Circuits, and an overwhelming talent for controlling them.
He was sent to the Clock Tower with great hope as a child prodigy that everyone was looking forward to. However, even the Clock Tower found this "genius" difficult to deal with.
At first, he was assigned to the deputy department of the Spiritual Summoning Department, Locke Belfebon, but he was transferred to another department after just a few months. Although he was welcomed by every subsequent department because of his extraordinary talent, as he continued to break the record for the speed at which he destroyed the lecturer's stomach, he was exiled again.
Why is this happening
It's simple. Every teacher hopes that his students are smart and hardworking, and can quickly master his knowledge. But few teachers understand how sad it is to meet a student who is too talented.
It is a good thing to be able to learn it once, understand it once you hear it, and comprehend it thoroughly once you have learned it.
Being able to draw inferences from one instance to another and apply them to other situations is the best of all good things.
To thoroughly understand what is taught, then study it in depth, and finally surpass the teacher, that is the perfect student we all dream of.
However, if these three processes are completed in a very short time, and the teacher has not even finished teaching the lesson, but the students have already pointed out the teacher's fallacy, what will the teacher think? Will he feel that he is useless? Will he feel that all these years have been spent on the body of a dog-headed man
That’s fine, after all, this world occasionally produces omnipotent geniuses and super monsters like Leonardo da Vinci.
What's even worse is that Flatt is full of the most ideal magician's attitude, but his attitude towards magic is the worst - he has no awareness of being a magician at all.
What makes modern magicians magicians is the obsession that has been growing for generations, beyond their abilities and extraordinary qualities. The strong thoughts that cling to the darkness of hundreds or even thousands of years of history have a terrifying "power" in themselves. No matter how far science leaves magic behind, as long as this thought is not eradicated, magic will not completely die out.
However, Flatt had no such obsession. He was always unruly wherever he went, meddling in other people's business. When he saw a technique he had never seen before, he would shamelessly approach it, quickly analyze it, and then point out the shortcomings of the technique with a natural look on his face.
Teach him a lesson. Sorry, there are not many people in the entire Clock Tower who can defeat him. He has already mastered your skills, and you will be defeated if you are not careful.
If I don't teach him a lesson, I will lose face.
But this guy who was always slacking off had always maintained a perfect score in all subjects. He would slap the lecturer in the face every now and then, even the Lord was not spared. His nickname "genius idiot among idiots" came from this glorious history of slaughtering the entire Clock Tower.
According to the words of a certain unlucky person who had been harmed the most, Flatt's existence had seriously affected the teaching order of his department. So, after going through eleven departments except the Law and Politics Department, the Law and Politics Department threw him into the El-Melloi classroom, a concentration camp for problem children in the Modern Magic Department, where he stayed for several years.
The boy who had been in all twelve schools could not even tell how many kinds of magic he had mastered. For example, Flat could counter Galiasta's lightning magic with his eyes closed.
"The breakthrough has been made." Amid the groans on the ground, Flatt still had a natural look on his face and a smile on his face.
"Grey kiss!!!" Sfen, who had harvested the harvest easily, howled to the sky, full of wild charm - if you ignore the content of the howl.
Although the two of them quarreled all day long and looked like enemies, their movements were smooth and coordinated, like a perfect match, and they beat their enemies into a miserable state.
As the two called out, a third voice sounded.
"Um... Please don't use that name... El-Melloi classroom, Gray, join the battle!"
The petite cloaked figure rushed into the enemy formation, causing wailing in her wake.
Don't get me wrong, Grey didn't use the harvesting-type "Scythe of Death" nor the attacking-type "Battering Ram". Instead, she used a shield. It's not difficult to tell from the strange face on the shield that this is also one of Yad's forms.
The shield itself is not scary and has no offensive effect, but the extraordinary power possessed by the shield owner makes the shield unstoppable.
The girl held up her shield and charged forward against the lightning, completely crushing the invaders' formation. This was less than two minutes before Flat appeared on the scene.
"You've seen it, this is the strength of the El-Melloi classroom. By the way, what was the name of the game we played last time at the professor's place? Romance of the Three Kingdoms? No, Romance of the Three Kingdoms? That's not right either... Dynasty Warriors, yes, we are Clock Tower Warriors."
"Huh, what a big mouth!"
An angry, almost distorted voice exploded at the same time as the ear-piercing thunder.
That was a thunder of a completely different level from the one that knocked down the invaders. If this was the standard of thunder and lightning, the former could only be considered an electric spark.
The thunder burst out with a blinding brilliance, completely tearing through the dark clouds and tearing the atmosphere apart.
Its target is Gray, who looks the most inconspicuous but has gained the most!