magic high school

Chapter 146 Breaking Free from the Cocoon and Becoming a Butterfly

Roars and murmurs emanated from this body, making Jaeger's half-white, half-red wings appear even more twisted and terrifying.

Even the vice principal noticed something amiss at this point.

Although the previous elven cardinal was somewhat eccentric, he at least possessed the logic and thoughts of a normal person, and upon closer examination, one would find that his thought process was at least meticulous.

But now, the thing in front of me seems to have transformed from a human into a wild beast in an instant.

A beast devoid of logic and civilization, acting purely on instinct!

Moreover, the vice-principal discovered that even he himself could sense a faint, emanating power—

A sense of oppression?

That wasn't oppression in terms of power, but rather in terms of personality, or rather, it was divinity oppressing humanity.

"A monster born of divine blood!" The vice principal frowned instantly and slowly uttered the word.

Even the most extreme, even the most intelligent, evil creatures!

What about Cardinal Jaeger?

The vice-principal discovered that even so, the bishop was still not dead, but it seemed that whenever his consciousness entered a state of rest, this monstrous thing would emerge from its cocoon.

Perhaps the cardinal never even realized that he was no longer entirely under his control. He was using himself as an experimental subject of divine blood, hoping to tame a perfect form of divine blood that would not corrupt the souls of others.

But he never expected that he was already being gradually devoured and controlled by the divine blood, and that the day he would die would be the day this monstrous thing broke free from its cocoon within him!

Moriarty didn't know what expression to wear. Was it pity? Irony? Or sorrow?

He thought he was fulfilling his dream, but from beginning to end, he was just a stepping stone for someone else!

What a pathetic, pitiful, and hateful clown!

"Whoosh!" He seemed to have completely abandoned all techniques and spiritual power, charging forward using only the purest physical strength, fighting like a wild beast.

A cardinal of the Church of Order, an elf who was once the darling of the world, now resembled the purest wild beast.

It unleashes the purest power!

However, his speed was simply too fast; the dust he kicked up around him seemed to freeze time. With just this acceleration, dozens of terrifying sonic boom clouds instantly rose behind him.

Bones and muscles dissolved and tore apart in an instant during this outburst, yet it showed no restraint or control, further unleashing its power.

"Stray dogs should be kept in cages!"

The vice-principal showed no mercy. In an instant, the space in front of him became chaotic. The rapidly charging monster continued its relentless charge, but even it, lacking any sense of reason, gradually realized that the distance between itself and the opposite side was never closing. No matter how terrifying its speed, space seemed to remain fixed.

"If it were that cardinal with unknown trump cards, I might be somewhat wary, because I don't know his spells or information. But if it's just a simple stray dog—" the vice-principal said. The next moment, the space that had imprisoned it seemed to float up, and then—

"Buzz!"

Space shattered, instantly crushing it into a pile of blood clots and minced meat.

However, instead of showing any relief, the vice principal frowned deeply.

The next moment, the scattered pieces of flesh quickly gathered together and immediately transformed back into the original form of the cardinal.

The vice principal even discovered—

"Are you adapting to my spatial manipulation?" he said slowly. "But a stray dog ​​is still just a stray dog!"

Meanwhile, Jaeger remained mired in a revolving door of fame.

He saw another version of himself doing the same thing.

From allowing the divine blood to spread unchecked, to silently observing its reaction, and then to capturing a very young boy and forcing him to infuse him with far more divine blood than he could handle—

Everything that other self did made him silent. It also reminded him why he was feeling increasingly tired and needed more rest.

From initially sleeping only once every long period, to needing to nap every day, and then to needing six or seven hours of rest a day like an ordinary person—

Originally, I thought it was just that fusing with divine blood had consumed too much energy.

"I see----"

"I see—"

"Haha, hahahahahaha————" He laughed, looking at his other self, laughing in a terrifying and hysterical way.

He remembered the hateful looks those people had given him, and he remembered what the young man had said to him—

"Are you sure that the you affected by the divine blood is still the same you?"

In that instant, he gradually understood everything, but it seemed too late. He laughed out loud, and the surrounding lanterns shattered and tore apart in an instant.

He looked at his own body, at the person he was confronting. Yet he could do nothing. The monster, the monster inside his body, had completely dropped the pretense. It ruthlessly controlled his body, no longer playing along, but completely and mercilessly taking over him.

Jaeger has completely lost control of himself!

He could see, hear, and feel, but his body was completely unresponsive to his commands. It was as if he were playing a first-person game, where the characters were even moving on their own, completely ignoring him, the one controlling them.

"How could I possibly let you succeed!"

The monster froze in place the next instant.

Meanwhile, the vice principal also noticed something amiss. This beast-like monster, as if he were being leashed again, his face contorted with rage and twisting, then shifted to one of resentment and pain.

He retreated temporarily, using only spatial control to restrain the monster's movements.

Jaeger's body began to spasm uncontrollably, and something was wriggling under the skin of his neck, like a fledgling bird about to hatch.

In his own light, the monster was immediately torn apart from its neck, and another parasitic, twisted, and terrifying being was torn apart from its neck and slowly crawled out.

It was a humanoid structure that looked like it had been skinned alive, or perhaps it was premature. However, halfway up, its original beast-like consciousness and soul seemed to be completely suppressed. The soul that originally belonged to the cardinal in the head slowly opened its eyes. It laughed, laughed wildly, as if mocking itself for not even being able to control what it was about to do in the end.

The next moment, a terrifying spell unfolded beneath his feet. It was a densely packed, constantly rotating array, covered with countless inscriptions and engravings with spiritual energy as its core nodes.

However, the vice principal only glanced at it before immediately asking, "Divine Strike?"

Divine Strike is the highest-level technique in the Church of Order, said to be usable only by those of the Papacy's lineage. Its power derives from Order itself. If Jaeger can use Divine Strike, his status within the Church of Order will be far higher than he imagines.

Its essence is the purification and judgment of order over all disorder, and it is also the core of the Order God's Inquisition.

"You recognized me. The core technique of the Order God Cult is said to be a divine strike that can unleash the power of the Order God—" The elf's head ignored the half of its body that had grown out of its neck, resembling a tumor, and said, "But to me, this is merely an attack that triggers the power of order."

"At most, it's just an attack that affects the soul level."

As he spoke, the magic circle was fully formed. However, at this moment, there was no one else in the magic circle except for himself.

"Finally, beware of the Cult of Order! Those guys who used to serve God now want—the resurrection of God!" These were his last words.

Before he died, he looked up at the sky.

I don't know if it's guilt or some other emotion.

Sure enough, just as he said, the so-called immortality was nothing more than another twisted monster that could live forever replacing him.

A crack appeared in the sky. Within the crack were not stars, not emptiness, but a gaze, or rather, the gaze of order itself. Then, not scorching heat, not roaring, but an absolute, unquestionable judgment, as if order itself were saying: You should not exist.

Like the divine sword of judgment at the top of the sky.

The earth was reduced to scorched earth, and the sky seemed to have been torn apart.

Amidst the aftershocks, the vice-principal slowly looked towards the very center of the attack. He saw the hysterical monster, still desperately trying to escape the attack, to escape this divine power targeting the soul.

However, even though it ultimately tried to adapt to this power, its remaining soul was completely obliterated and dissolved within that dazzling light. And at the moment its soul dissolved, that immortal abomination of divine blood was utterly reduced to dust, losing all life—

Where it stood, only a deep, abyss-like crater remained, telling the story of everything that had happened there.

Meanwhile, with the help of the rescue team, the lieutenant squad hurriedly fled towards the portal torn open by the academy.

Because the world is still sealed off from the outside world, they cannot teleport directly. They need to quickly enter the area controlled by the school to complete their evacuation.

"Divine Blood Demon detected ahead! How come there are monsters like this everywhere in this world!" the rescue team complained.

"The biosphere of this world has been completely distorted by this thing. When this power begins to run rampant and spread, all the creatures in the world will eventually become abominations of divine blood. This pollution is irreversible—" the adjutant said.

He thought of his juniors in the academy who had been corrupted by the potion, and at that moment he could only close his eyes.

Now, that divine blood has entered the world's cycle, causing all living beings in the world to be like those infected with that magic potion, their souls gradually being replaced until they are completely transformed into something else.

Can the power of God be so easily used?

Therefore, when he saw the divine blood and the evil creature, he felt that he was doomed.

"Change direction and avoid the divine blood monster!" The rescue team made the decision immediately.

"By the way, from which remote corner did you find this information?" someone asked.

"The ancient archives even date back to the time of the first headmaster," the adjutant explained. At the same time, he thought again of that cardinal who had attempted to tame divine blood in exchange for immortality and divine power—

"I'm afraid he himself doesn't even realize that his true nature has long been distorted."

"He was like that caterpillar that kept eating itself until it was plump and white, thinking that it could gradually grow to the point where it was fearless of any danger and looked forward to the moment when it broke out of its cocoon and became a butterfly."

"However, after he spun his cocoon, he discovered that he was nothing more than a walking placenta. What broke out of the cocoon was no longer the caterpillar he once was, but something else that had parasitized his body."

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