The "Evil Eye" bound Lanis and overwhelmed Sven and Gray with "fear". Only Flatt was left to fight in the El-Melloi classroom.
"What kind of crappy magic trick are you going to show me next, you genius boy?"
The female magician who had been in control of the battle said as she took out the makeup mirror she carried with her and looked through the mirror at the boy.
"By the way, you mentioned optical reflection? Good suggestion, let's do it."
"Ehhhhhhhhhh~~~~It's gonna be bad, it's gonna be bad!!!"
Sensing Orange's gaze, Flatt hurriedly tried to hide in the bushes. From his swift movements, it was not difficult to tell that he had already added "enhancement" magic to himself, and his reaction and magic-casting speed were first-class.
However, after running only two steps, he slipped, hit his head against the tree trunk in front of him, and fainted on the spot.
"... "
Even without her glasses, Orange, who had an icy personality, was stunned when she saw this scene. She could swear in any way that she did nothing, and there was no external force interfering with Flat's actions. This guy simply ran too fast and didn't notice the mud under his feet, so he knocked himself unconscious.
"It actually destroyed itself... This is really... It's really strange to be so biased in one subject."
"Strengthening" does not only work on strength, but also has an effect on reflexes and balance, but it cannot enhance one's experience and judgment. In Flat's case, his physical ability has been greatly improved, but his application is a mess.
"Or is it that because you are outstanding, you may reveal fatal flaws in certain situations? This seems to be something you all have in common."
Before he could finish his words, Orange had already gotten the answer from Lanise's twitching eyelids.
"The El-Melloi classroom is indeed an interesting place. No wonder he likes it. Haha, let's not talk about that for now. I think I won this time. Oh, no, there is one more thing - Lord Byron, do you want to surrender directly, or do you want to have a magic battle with me? Considering that we have been getting along well during this period, I will give you the opportunity to choose."
The last remaining Byron was pale and trembling all over, not knowing whether it was because of the sudden turn of events, or because of Orange's contemptuous attitude, or both. He looked exactly like the Führer in 1945 when he heard that Steinner did not launch an attack.
The difference was that this time, there was no Yodl, no Kleps, no Bergdorf by his side. No matter how angry he was, he had no place to vent his anger, because the enemy had already pointed their guns at him. All he could do was fight to the death or kneel down and surrender.
The middle-aged gentleman was thinking and struggling, but Orange was not in a hurry either. He quietly enjoyed smoking one of the fewer and fewer out-of-print cigarettes.
As the cigarette was about to burn out, she heard singing.
"Gray (grey)... Rave (rave)... Crave (crave)... Deprave (deprave)..."
Every time a word is recited, a point of the surrounding source is consumed.
"Yeah, that's your secret."
The "magic eye" that the female magician had been locking on was finally released. She looked at Gray who was struggling to open her mouth, her orange eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Speaking of your face... Oh my, I didn't expect you to use the same method as me. This is a bit bad, this guy might be interested."
As if in response to her words, the bag trembled slightly.
The essence of the leather bag is a seal, which contains the terrifying monster, a power that even Orange cannot control.
Yad and Gray are also a kind of seal, sealing the tower that fixes the human world and guarding the holy spear of human reason.
The same kind of seals influence each other, stimulating each other in a mysterious way that transcends the mundane world.
The monster in the bag made Grey feel the fatal threat and her own powerlessness. The stimulated Holy Spear woke up, and Grey began to transform into the original owner of the Holy Spear.
She was created for this "gun". Just wield it as the gun requires. There is no need to think from the beginning. There is no point in escaping from the beginning, so just accept it.
"Grave... me..."
With her head lowered, she let out a low moan. Gray's consciousness was dying. Another consciousness lurking deep inside her was gradually awakening. Another monster created by her hometown.
In order to fight against this monster, the bag opened automatically.
This time it's not a delusion, but something that happened in reality.
"A monster like that, a weapon like that. Are you going to destroy this place, destroy Izeroma?"
After Atram, Bailon was also on the verge of collapse.
The darkness in the bag spread outwards like thorny tentacles ready to move.
"Grave... for you..."
The absorbed magic power began to circulate.
A cycle began within Gray's body and between Yade according to a certain contract.
A mysterious environment that has not yet faded was constructed, flesh and blood were reborn due to magic power, and even the fantasy seed factors possessed by a heroic spirit in the past were hypothetically constructed.
—"What you should destroy is—"
—"You are a child to be proud of."
—"Because you are more of a hero than anyone else."
The voice echoed in the girl's mind.
The voice of hometown.
The right people.
The innocent parents and relatives are happy about the girl's "change".
Ah, that's right.
Just give of yourself completely.
Just change.
Become someone other than your current self, an ancient hero.
"Run now, or you won't be able to run away." Orange pressed his temple and began to cast strengthening magic on himself.
"That's not necessary."
Accompanied by a cold and helpless voice, two figures, one red and one black, fell from the sky.
The red one pounced towards the handbag at Orange's feet, knocking it away in an instant, then caught up with Orange at an even faster speed, knocking it away again, and knocking it away again. In the blink of an eye, the handbag had flown into the sky.
The dark one came to Gray's side, and regardless of the effect of Yad's devouring magic power, he forcibly snatched the "Scythe of Death" that was filled with magic power and was transforming into the Holy Spear.
The weapon that was half spear and half sickle kept struggling, as if it wanted to fly back to its owner. How could Shinji let it go back, so he suppressed it with brute force.
"Be honest!"
Amid the violent shouting, the struggle calmed down, and at the same time, the starlight contained within it also calmed down.
The Holy Lance can only be used by Altria herself and Gray, who was born to recreate King Arthur. Without Gray's control, the connection between the person and the lance is cut off, and the seal takes effect again, suppressing it back to its original form - a small box in a birdcage-shaped cage.
Without the stimulation of the holy spear, the monster in the bag was no longer active and was pushed back into the bag by Duan Zang.
A catastrophic level of loss of control suddenly disappeared into thin air.