Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Chapter 149 Bubu, the Dean, and an Old Friend

Everything happened very quickly.

Chain Demon lost his fighting ability very quickly. Bubu's Flying Scissors Technique severed his arms and legs with lightning speed, rendering him completely incapable of fighting. Now his only hope is to be given a quick death and not to be encountered by the Ukmark people.

The Horned Demon moved quickly. He almost precisely caught the moment when Bubu put away the scissors and appeared directly above Bubu. His judgment was that with such a big hat, the view from above must be unclear, so he chose to throw the spear from above.

As for Bubu, it knows everything.

But it plans to get a handsome one.

Bubu has created a fake illusion and entered stealth mode, intending to use his super speed to launch a last-minute counterattack.

In a knight's battle, aesthetics and elegance are also important.

However, Bubu very adaptably ignored the fact that stealth attacks were not in line with traditional knightly combat ethics.

Under Jia Xiu's tutelage, Bubu has mastered the essence of the "Jia-style" chivalrous virtues—adaptability.

Just as Bubu was about to pull out its large scissors and give the horned demon a smooth limb and wing removal spell.

However, suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, and a huge, pure black battle axe, with a whooshing sound, swung down on the horned demon. It was hard to say whether the unfortunate horned demon was cut off or smashed in half.

Visually, the process of the horned demon being split in two wasn't particularly smooth or fluid, but it was fast.

"Oops, I used too much force again."

The axe-wielder was a warrior whose entire body was encased in heavy armor, and whose height, including the armor, exceeded three meters.

It was a suit of armor far more complex and heavy than the standard armor worn by the military.

Enchanted adamantite plates covered every part of the armor, with exquisite carvings indicating its origin: the Ukmark Alchemy Research Institute.

The joints reveal a complex mechanical structure, complemented by a tanned nylon leather lining that seems to come alive.

The chest armor is inlaid with magical crystals that create a protective shield. Judging from the elemental properties it emits, it is unsurprisingly designed specifically for demons.

Steam and arcane particles spewed from the pipes on the heavy backpack behind him, making it look like a powerful machine.

He bent down to check the condition of the horned demon, whose strength was now evenly matched.

The agility and fluidity of the movements contrasted sharply with the heaviness of the garment, making one wonder what kind of warrior could maintain normal mobility while wearing it.

He pulled out a scroll, attempting to heal the horned demon.

"Don't die, Horned Demon! Be strong, please don't die, or I'll be punished again."

As members of the Ukmark Legion, they are bound by regulations that, when facing certain types of demons (mainly those of experimental value), they must, if their strength allows and their safety is guaranteed, ensure the target's survival to the greatest extent possible.

Almost every new Ukmark warrior who goes to the battlefield will be punished for killing a demon that is not supposed to be killed, due to excessive excitement, fear, or lack of experience.

For the Empire, studying the Demon Race is truly important; many of their weapons are iterated upon based on this research.

The Empire has been searching for a more efficient way to deal with the demons. The ultimate goal is to ensure that whether it is a devil or a demon, being killed here means death, rather than being resurrected in its original plane.

The goal that is even further away from this ultimate objective is so distant that it cannot be called an objective, but at most a wish. That is to directly invade the Demon Race's lair and solve the problem that has plagued all races for two eras from the root.

The scroll the warrior pulled out contained a special spell that could cure demons; it was a byproduct of research into demons.

The horned demon felt the greatest insult of its life. Not only was it killed instantly by an axe, but it was also healed after being chopped down.

The soldier skillfully used the scroll, clearly having used it many times, and then turned to Bubu and asked, "Little friend, are you alright?"

Bubu removed the illusion, deactivated its invisibility, and strained to look up at the enormous giant who was much taller than it even when crouching down. Its beady eyes shone brightly.

"Wow, that armor is so cool! Are you a knight too? How can I get such cool armor? Do you have a smaller size of this armor? I can't fit into this big one. Don't underestimate me, Bubu will become a great knight! Can I touch it?"

This outfit perfectly captured Bubu's interest, and his excitement was palpable.

"Uh, so you're not a kid. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before... Oh! You're the one who raises dragons in Mr. Jia Xiu's lab, your name is, right?"

Bubu blinked. "You know the boss? The boss also has armor like this!"

In Bubu's mind, the person in front of him seemed to be a knight, and the boss was a knight. They knew each other, so their equipment should be the same.

It doesn't seem very logical, but that's just Bubu's logic.

"Of course I recognize it, but Mr. Jashu shouldn't have such armor. This is equipment of the Ukmark Legion."

The soldier took off his helmet, revealing a kind-looking face, though a closer look revealed something odd about it.

A closer look reveals that the facial muscles on this face are very well-developed, with the chewing muscles making the face appear square.

"Do you remember me, Bubu? It's me, Arnold."

“Arnold, Arnold…”

Bubu tried hard to remember.

"That muscle monster!"

“Yes, that’s me,” Arnold said with a confident smile, casually flexing his biceps. “Muscle monster, I like that name. I’m much stronger than before. But what’s Bubu doing here? Has Mr. Jash come to Serdarian too?”

"When the boss came to participate in the competition, he was about to win when suddenly a demon appeared, followed by a bunch of crystals that covered us. Then someone even more powerful than you said that anyone strong enough should come out and fight the demon together, so I came out."

Bubu gestured as she spoke.

Arnold understood.

"Bubu is so amazing."

"of course!"

"So Mr. Jia Xiu is at the competition venue?"

"It should be there, but Bubu didn't see it. I was going to go find the boss, but then I remembered that the boss's amulet had been located by several very powerful people, so it must be fine. So I came to focus on fighting the demon."

Arnold thought for a moment, and since Jassi had come, Mia was most likely here as well.

"Let's go to the competition venue. I want to thank them in person and let Jiaxiu and Teacher Mia see what I look like now. Thanks to them, I was able to join the experimental program and gradually become the person I dreamed of being."

"Okay, but what about the devil?"

Arnold raised his hand and drew a rune in the air. As if sensing this, the armor lit up with the same rune on its arm guards, and then a structure popped out of the backpack.

"call out--"

A small, bright red orb was launched from the backpack and floated in the sky.

"This is a signal orb; our people will be here soon to retrieve these two demons."

"That's so cool! This armor can even be used to cast spells?"

Bubu immediately realized that the source of the magic was not Arnold himself; the "muscle monster" had no talent for spellcasting, he had simply triggered a pre-set spell on the armor.

"Yes, this suit of armor is actually more like a magical artifact shaped like an armor, combining the most advanced alchemical and enchanting technologies of the Ukmark Empire. Even the dwarven master craftsmen praised it highly."

"Wow, are there any other weapons?"

"Of course there are. I'll show you other devils I find along the way."

"Great, let's go..."

……

At this moment, above the Elf Great Library, the "team building" activity of the five school principals was also coming to an end.

Although the principals were bickering with each other, they still cooperated quite well.

Perhaps because they are all highly skilled spellcasters, they can understand each other's thoughts. As soon as one raises a hand, the others can probably tell what spell to use.

The level of understanding is basically achieved through hard skills.

As Belial, the King of Lies, suffers more and more damage, his defeat is inevitable, and any further resistance is nothing more than a delaying tactic.

So he decided to conserve his magic and stamina to carry out a final plan.

As the Dragonborn Dean of the Royal Academy of Spellcasters in Ukmark cast the Ninth Ring Spell Vengeance Storm, the swirling clouds engulfed Belial.

Acid rain, lightning, and hail struck in turn until Belial could no longer hold on. The dark clouds dispersed, and Belial, battered and bruised, leaned weakly against the crystal wall of the library's dome.

"You win. One last question: how did you know about our plan?"

“Didn’t I tell you?” Dean Nicole replied.

"Cunning dwarves. What are you going to do next? Seal me away?"

"Stop pretending, you're going to self-destruct, hurry up and explode, I predicted it all."

"A prophecy, it really is a prophecy, still a prophecy. What exactly did you prophesy?"

Belial wanted to know exactly where the witch's interference with the prophecy had gone wrong.

"I foresaw it... but I won't tell you."

“Heh.” Belial chuckled with a hint of mockery, glanced contemptuously at Dean Nico, and shook his head, as if to say that it was not his prediction at all.

Then cracks began to appear on the body, and a blinding light shone through the cracks.

His final magic, the devil's self-destruction.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out in the end.

The seminary dean, specializing in holy light and protection, sealed Belial under a barrier.

It exploded like old-fashioned popcorn, making quite a commotion, but didn't produce any real effect.

But Belial's plan was not to kill these spellcasters by self-destruction.

He was not completely dead; his remaining consciousness lingered in the wreckage after the explosion.

This is his main purpose.

Belial was convinced that neither the countries on the continent nor the association truly grasped the details of the demonic invasion.

Because there were too many forces coming to fight, dealing with the thousands of demons they airdropped was a serious overload.

From an economic point of view, it's not worth it at all.

Even to ensure success, it was excessive. The strongest warbands from various countries, hundreds of legendary figures, and an unknown amount of magic were used to complete the city-wide crystal coverage.

If Belial knew the size of the devil and understood the nature of these races, he wouldn't have used such a wasteful method; it would have been much more economical.

So even if something is predicted, it will be very vague. Knowing the degree of vagueness is very important to the devil, as they may be able to exploit this vagueness in the future.

Another understanding he has of humanoid species is that they need to find some psychological satisfaction or a sense of superiority.

Successful people like to tell their success stories, while criminals like to return to the scene of their crime to admire the fruits of their labor.

Dean Nico, who used his exquisite prophetic magic to stop the demon's invasion, must also be unable to resist.

Especially since this devil even gave a contemptuous laugh before he "died".

Dean Nico might also be tempted to talk to the remains of his defeated opponents about how he succeeded, perhaps revealing some important information.

This was the last plan the King of Lies devised after his inevitable failure.

After mocking him, he faked his death to see if the dwarf would reveal something in order to seek a sense of superiority.

The consciousness that remained within the shattered remains focused all its attention.

It won't last long before it completely dissipates.

At that moment, Dean Nico walked over with small, quick steps.

Belial was overjoyed; it seemed the plan was about to succeed, and he would be the only devil to achieve anything in this failed operation.

This will also be a significant help for him in shifting the blame.

"Of course it was my prediction, I foresaw it..."

Belial struggled to stabilize his remaining consciousness, afraid of missing a single word.

"It was prophesied that there was a stone tablet in the lake at St. Terre School, and the tablet was inscribed with the words 'Devil's Invasion.'"

Belial was taken aback at first, and he even briefly considered the truth of the statement for half a second.

Is it possible that there really is a stone tablet?

Then he realized that this was just another joke from Nicole that had angered him.

Belial Red Warm... well, he can't be Red Warm anymore in this state, because his mentality exploded, and he couldn't maintain his last bit of consciousness, so he completely dissipated and returned to the hell that gave birth to him.

"Is he completely dead now?"

Nico turned to ask the dean of the "friend school," Vita Sage Academy.

"Yes."

"So tell me, did he blow himself up, or did I anger him to death?"

"He was killed in the explosion. After the self-destruction, it was only a matter of time before his consciousness dissipated."

As one of the spellcasters who has studied the soul, consciousness and other issues most deeply, the head of the Vita Sage's Institute warned the others before the war that demons might fake their death to maintain consciousness, so they should not speak carelessly just because they think a demon is dead.

The warning proved to be very accurate.

Dean Nico scoffed, "He has absolutely no sense of humor."

"I'm quite curious, what exactly did you predict?" the elven dean of Silvermoon Academy asked. "Could it be that you were planning to resign to save face, and you just guessed right?"

When Nicole informed the association, she did not disclose what exactly she had predicted.

He simply used his reputation as collateral to ask the association to send someone to investigate, and if there were no problems, he would resign from his positions in the association and in Santoro.

The association respected his wish to keep the matter confidential and ultimately did uncover the problem.

As for what was predicted, only Nicole himself knows.

"A short-sighted long-eared person can never understand the profound wisdom of dwarves."

Dean Nico said so.

In fact, he predicted very detailed events.

The five-school competition went smoothly, everything went well, and the Holy Son of the Vatican won the final championship. Saint Terre's seeded player, Jassiu, finished tenth, which, although not a victory, was still a rare good result for Saint Terre...

The problem with this prophecy is that it's too detailed. Even if it's from a legendary prophetic mage, the result is far too detailed, so detailed that it seems like someone deliberately fabricated it.

As for question two, it is even more crucial.

How was he able to predict Jasmine's fate?

In the past, the prophecies about Jasmine never yielded any results, but the prophecy about the competition did.

That only proves that it was a distorted, false prophecy.

The reason why it is not made public is that within the prophetic school, there are always various speculations about people who cannot predict the future, even the best sorcerers, some good and some bad, such as being a chosen one of destiny, or bringing disaster, etc.

Dean Nico used to think it was just a baseless guess. How could someone not be able to predict the future at all? That is, until he met Jassiu.

Neither of the two interpretations of "the one who cannot predict the future" is good news for Jasius.

Dean Nico did a lot for this, not only concealing the prophecy but also casting a cover spell on Jashu, so that others who made prophecies about him would receive vague and false results.

As for why Nico did this...

The reason is simple.

No matter what Jasmine becomes in the future, as long as he remains a student of Saint-Deros and does not fall into darkness, commit crimes, or bring any real disaster, he will remain a role model.

As the dean, he has a responsibility to protect the school's students.

(End of this chapter)