The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens Chapter 138

When Kuzhang Yuren woke up again, he was already lying in the infirmary of the High School of Cursing.

The high school of conjuration, the full name of Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Conjuration.

As the top two schools in the whole Neon, it has trained countless powerful magicians.

Kuzhang Yuren is now studying here, and is a first-year freshman with Fugurohui and Ningzaki wild rose.

And the head teacher of the three is called Gojo Satoru, the most powerful magician in modern times.

At this time, he was sitting beside the hospital bed with a gloomy face.

The fact that he can put on this expression with a casual personality shows how troublesome the incident in the juvenile academy is now.

Although Cursed Embryo Daitian has been eliminated, his domain has not disappeared, and unexpected changes have occurred.

The black fog that covered the sky and the sun completely covered the area where the juvenile academy was located.

By clearing these spell spirits, I found that as long as the black mist exists, their number is like an inexhaustible number, and they can't be killed no matter how much they kill.

But the black fog cannot be dispelled, not even the almost invincible Gojo Satoru.

Therefore, he eagerly wanted to know what happened in the juvenile courtyard at that time, and where did the strange fog come from.

If the source of the fog is solved, can it be dispelled.

Thinking of this, Wujo Satoru suddenly recalled that just yesterday, his younger generation, Qi Hai Jianren, also reported a similar curse incident.

The same inexplicable black fog cannot be dispelled. The location is in Yamanashi Prefecture not far from Tokyo...

Perhaps the only one who can answer his question now is this high school student who has just joined the magic world for a month.

At this time, the awakened Kuzhang Youren interrupted his thinking: "Teacher Wujo, aren't you on a business trip, why are you here?"

"I... why am I here?"

The knotweed looked at everything in front of him in confusion, as if he didn't remember anything.

After a long delay, I slowly recalled what happened yesterday, so I told my teacher about the whole process.

After listening to Gojo Satoru, he muttered to himself thoughtfully: "The King of Ruin? Another unregistered super-class spell spirit... or just born soon."

"I didn't seem to have heard this name before."

Hu Zhang saw that the teacher didn't move for a long time, and he didn't want to move around casually. He just sat on the hospital bed and waited quietly.

After a while, Wutiaowu said again: "What contract should you have made with Su Nuo, and he will take the initiative to save you, right?"

"It seems so." Kuzhang Yuren recalled carefully: "But I can't remember."

I don't know if he really couldn't remember it, or he didn't want to say it. In short, Wutiao Wu did not continue to investigate, but just replied lightly: "That's it."

Then he got up and planned to leave. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind his students: "If you have nothing to do, get up quickly. Next, I will give you a month-long special training."

"Hopefully, you can persevere when the time comes."

After this incident, Hu Zhang also knew that he was too weak, so he said firmly: "Teacher Wujo, I want to become stronger."

"Let me be 'invincible'!"

Wujo Go was stunned for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction and said, "You can't just shout slogans, you're still a long way off, kid."

In a cafe somewhere in Tokyo, Lu Wu, dressed in casual clothes, is carefully tasting a piece of strawberry cake.

At the bar not far away, two waitresses whispered, as if talking about his appearance.

He turned a deaf ear to this, and devoted himself to dividing the cake into two pieces, putting the piece with more strawberries into his mouth, showing a satisfied smile.

At this moment, the sound from the next table made him frown.

"Jail Gate Frontier!"

"Is that forbidden object on you?"

So, he turned his head and said very dissatisfiedly: "Hey, that guy with a fire-breathing head, you've disturbed me."

"If you dare to speak louder, I will kill you."

After speaking, he turned his head back and dealt with the remaining cake.

Everyone in the cafe looked at him with astonishment. From the perspective of these ordinary people, there was only a monk with a ball head and a cassock at the table next to Lu Wu.

There was no one with fire on his head.

Moreover, the monk had been sitting there silently, not speaking at all.

But the real situation is that the long-haired monk is surrounded by three super-class curse spirits, but ordinary people can't see them.

Among them, the mantra spirit named by Lu Wu was named Leuhu.

Black teeth, red gums, a huge one-eyed occupying half of the face, the top of the head is crater-shaped, and the skin of the whole body is blue-gray.

Because when he was emotional, fire would come out of the crater, and the surrounding temperature would rise, so Lu Wu said it was the guy with fire on his head.

As a powerful curse spirit born from the fear and hatred of human beings to the earth, Luhu has his own pride and will never allow others to insult him like this.

So, he got up and turned around, wanting to see who dared to be so bold.

The remaining two spell spirits also focused their attention on Lu Wu at this time, looking at him with interest as if they were watching a play.

Unexpectedly, just as Lou Hu stood up, a dazzling cold light flashed, his head tilted, and then he fell to the ground, making a thumping sound.

Seeing the headless corpse fall to the ground, the remaining two curse spirits were horrified.

Although the super-class spell spirit will not die easily if its head is cut off, it also takes a long time to recover. The ability to hit the leaky coral with a random blow is enough to prove the strength of the pale man on the opposite side.

Xia Youjie, who was not a monk, was indifferent to his companion's injury, but instead narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Wu, who was leaning on a broken sword.

He smiled and said, "Sir, don't be so angry."

"Come on, let's sit down and talk."

"Give way~www.mtlnovel.com~ lowly people!" The pale monarch kicked Leuhu's head away, carrying the big sword to the table of several people.

With a condescending gesture, he said: "Submit to me! Or face death!"

The king needs his own people, and Lu Wu is no exception. Seeing that these people are good enough, he decided to give them a chance.

Unfortunately, the other party doesn't seem to appreciate it.

"Looks like I don't have to talk about it?" Xia Youjie still had that confident look, with a pair of dead fish eyes, her eyelids lifted lazily.

The other two super-special curse spirits, which were also grotesque in shape, had also taken an attacking stance, obviously unwilling to submit to this king of unknown origin.

In the cafe, a thick black mist gradually emerged, and a terrifying green light shrouded the surface of all objects. The temperature in the air dropped rapidly, and a chill that penetrated deep into the bones affected everyone present.