Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 408 Juggernaut
"You...are people sent by John?"

Ritas, whose magical barrier had been taken away, stared solemnly at the two strange opponents who appeared before him.

Although he had already prepared for the possibility of obstruction from John's camp, he also realized that with the weakening of the restrictions on "primordial" power, many beings wielding extraordinary abilities might emerge in the future.

However, the middle-aged man's behavior still overturned Ritas's understanding.

While seemingly only questioning, Ritas didn't stop casting his spells. Since it was taken away, he would simply rebuild it.

Ritas is using three different methods—protective magic, magic circles, and magical items—to construct new defensive fortifications.

But all he heard immediately was the clanging sound of metal hitting the ground.

Suddenly, several new gold bars appeared out of nowhere and were piled up on top of the existing pile of gold bars. Meanwhile, the newly constructed protective barrier by Ritas appeared beside the middle-aged man and the brown-haired girl.

"At this rate, I might go bankrupt very soon, Miss Hecate!"

The middle-aged man quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and anxiously shouted at the brown-haired girl. However, Ritas sensed a deliberate intent in the other's actions and words.

Perhaps the gold bars a middle-aged man can use for trading are not inexhaustible. But at least, they are definitely not the amount he can exhaust with just some protective magic.

"Okay, meow. Don't reveal other people's personal information so easily, meow—"

As they spoke, the girl known as Hecate, with her buttocks raised in a prone position, faced the direction of Ritas. Then, in the next instant, Hecate, whose slender body and limbs were filled with wild power, moved almost like a blur as she swiftly pounced on Ritas.

Just as her raised claws were about to strike Ritas, who was still trying to establish defensive measures in various ways.

The shadow hidden behind Ritas suddenly unleashed a torrent of flames, piercing towards Hecate from Ritas's side.

“How dangerous!”

Having already jumped, Hecate, with no foothold in mid-air, still gracefully completed a twisting motion. Then, she used her left hand to deflect the attack coming from her right.

boo.

With this strange sound, the flames from the blind spot and the lances that had been released from them instantly transformed into wavy, limp shapes. And just like their appearance, both the flames and the lances lost their ability to attack.

Ignoring the shock of the strange phenomenon, Miriam, as if using Ritas as a pillar, quickly moved to the other side of him and swept the holy sword Kaum, wrapped in fierce lightning, towards Hecate.

Hecate continued to writhe her body like liquid, remaining in a handstand position in mid-air without touching the ground, slapping the blade of the holy sword with her other hand.

Instantly, the same situation as before occurred: the Holy Sword Kaom, along with the Holy Lance Lor, became a constantly twisting wave, completely losing its offensive capabilities.

After completely disarming Miriam, Hecate, who was still relentlessly planning to attack Ritas, suddenly saw Ritas take out a wand that looked like a decaying vine and point it directly at her face.

In an instant, Hecate seemed to be startled by something, and after somersaults in mid-air, she jumped far away.

"It's really weird."

After landing safely, Hecate gazed at Ritas, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Is it just my imagination? Shouldn't he be unable to use offensive magic?"

"Miss Hecate—I'm really going bankrupt!"

The middle-aged man, not quite sure what had happened, just wailed loudly.

On the other side, a small mountain of gold bars had already piled up at Ritas's feet.

Clearly, Ritas only appeared to be not moving much; in reality, he had been quite busy the whole time.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it'll be over soon, meow. The opponent's trump card is gone, so it should be over next time."

Stretching her body forcefully, Hecate showed off the cat-paw-like gloves she was wearing to Ritas and Miriam on the other side, speaking confidently.

Ritas, who was still unprotected, and Miriam, whose holy spear and holy sword had become limp, both wore extremely solemn expressions.

As the riots broke out in the city, Charlotte, who had been "swept" to the outskirts of the battlefield, sent a signal spell into the sky as agreed.

As colorful smoke billowed above the city of Horo, a massive curtain, almost blending into the surrounding meadow, was lifted.

"Ready! Attack—!"

Minter Elson, also dressed in a white coat that day, gave the order in an exceptionally loud voice.

In an instant, the scattered mages from the Sloth Research Institute began to display their unique abilities, using either magic cannons or offensive magic to bombard the walls of Horo City from afar.

The mages' bombardment did limited damage to the city walls. However, its impact was exceptionally loud.

In a short time, the people of Horo felt that a "war" was breaking out.

On the other side of Horo City, opposite the mages of the Sloth Research Institute.

A figure who had been dragging a heavy sword, leaving a wide trail on the ground and covered in black armor, stopped and looked into the distance at the relatively orderly western gate of Horo City.

The west gate of Horo, which has not been opened for many years, seems to have been frozen together with the city wall. Although it is covered with the marks of time and green vines, it remains sturdy.

The man in black armor raised his heavy sword and pointed it at the city gate, as if he were about to do something.

But before the black-armored man could swing his sword, a loud boom was heard.

The west gate of Horo had collapsed entirely, both inside and out. The heavy door panels fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

In a scene resembling a sudden sandstorm, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly emerged.

"No matter what, pushing down the city gate directly is going too far."

"Moo-"

"Where did you get the 'no switch' excuse? Didn't you even look for it?"

The figures gradually became clearer. One was a burly man from the Minotaur race, who, despite some obscuring, was still easily recognizable. The other figure, however, surprised the black-armored man.

It had grey skin, long ears that gave it a somewhat sinister look, a pointed nose, and yellowish eyes. Even without its slight hunchback, it was still about the height of a child.

This figure is from the "goblin" race, who are often portrayed as minor enemies in various biographical novels.

The history of goblins is just as long as that of humans.

Therefore, they also participated in the large-scale war that had once taken place on this continent, a war that concerned the survival of all races.

Initially, the goblins were on the side of the "demons," who were opposed to the "humans." However, from the middle of the war, the goblins betrayed the humans and joined their side.

Even so, after the war ended, goblins were not regarded as part of the "human" group like dwarves and elves.

The reason for this wasn't the goblins' wavering attitude during the war. It was simply because this race was too weak. Both demons and humans treated them as useless and dispensable pawns.

In recent years, like most races, goblins have largely disappeared. Rumors circulate that the goblin race is the true mastermind behind the ubiquitous banking organization "Stone Vault" across the continent. However, for a long time, these rumors remained just that—rumors—and were never confirmed.

"Young man, you exude a rather dangerous aura. You can feel it even from halfway across the city."

The goblins who had been criticizing the minotaurs turned their attention to the black-armored men who were already not far away.

Goblins are a race whose age is difficult to discern. This is because they have no body hair, and their skin never wrinkles, no matter how old they become. However, judging from the goblin's voice and manner of speaking, it is not difficult to determine that he is a "veteran goblin" of considerable age.

"Moo."

"Haha, you're right. You should just bow, state your name, and then thrust your sword at me."

Hearing the minotaur's cry, the old goblin laughed and then waved.

Then, the minotaur bent down and put down the long black wooden box containing the small coffin lid that he had been carrying on his back.

"Don't worry, he's just carrying the sword for me, he won't cause any trouble. As you can see, even carrying an ordinary sword all the time would affect my daily life, haha, I seem to be being a bit too talkative again. It seems that I'm really getting old without realizing it."

Amid the old goblin's sighs, the tauren casually opened the long wooden box.

Meanwhile, the black-armored man on the other side found the scene inside the wooden box rather strange.

There are three items inside.

One was a simple, old-fashioned longsword with a somewhat thick, not-so-sharp blade and an overall gray body. Another was a rusty, broken sword with numerous cracks and chips. The last was a heavy block of metal, the material of which was hard to identify.

The old goblin placed the broken sword and metal on either side of his body, then picked up the only relatively normal, ancient longsword.

"'Goblin Swordsman,' Shining Stone—"

After a polite bow, the old goblin who called himself Shining Stone struck a pose with his longsword held horizontally across his shoulder and to the side of his face.

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The black-armored man on the other side did not respond.

From the moment the duo appeared, the man in black armor felt an extremely strong sense of oppression. He had only ever felt the same kind of oppression from his teacher.

Even so, the black-armored man still raised his heavy sword and aimed it at Hui Shi.

To some extent, the two sides currently in a standoff are very similar.

No reason is needed, no hatred is required.

Just because a powerful figure appeared before them, they had no choice but to fight and kill him.

After both sides got into position.

In the blink of an eye, a loud metallic clang resounded through the sky.

The intense sparks from the clash of the heavy sword and the blunt sword illuminated each other's faces. Although, one of them was wearing a black helmet.

The black-armored man's heavy frame and heavy sword did not hinder his agility in the slightest. The old goblin's short stature and unsharpened weapon did not diminish the immense power and sharpness of his strength.

The distance between the two seemed to disappear without a trace as the attack erupted instantly.

After the initial exchange, the two sides appeared to be evenly matched.

Perhaps because of his joy, the old goblin Brilliant Stone's face gradually became ferocious.

"I never expected that, besides that human sword saint, there would be someone else who could withstand my sword strike. If it were me from 'this era,' perhaps I could have had a truly exhilarating battle with you. But alas..."

In the midst of the tense standoff, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, an invisible yet incredibly powerful sword strike swept towards the black-armored man's waist, shattering his jet-black armor.

Furthermore, as the man in black armor retreated after being struck, a sharp sword thrust also came straight towards his face.

Even though he couldn't actually see it, the black-armored man sensed the danger through his senses and barely managed to dodge the sword thrust at the last second.

The sturdy black helmet on his head was also shattered in half by the stab, and the long golden hair that was tied inside fell out.

Even with only half her face visible, Cortén Elson's beautiful and delicate features were displayed before Hui Shi with a fierce expression.

"Women? Humans, how surprising."

Looking at Cortriene, Hui Shi only showed a slight surprise before raising his sword again and assuming a charging stance.

Inside the city of Horo.

It was once among the top five in mainland China, in a magnificent arena that could easily accommodate tens of thousands of spectators.

The iron bars that once imprisoned demons, monsters, and bloodthirsty gladiators, which had been sealed for a long time, have been reopened.

Floyd Elson, dressed in a knight's uniform, slowly walked out from there.

Although everything was under his control, according to the rules of the Elson family, he was still just a "challenger".

Therefore, Roland Elson, who was firmly bound by iron chains, had been waiting for him in the very center of the arena for a long time.

"Oh dear, Freud. It seems a bit noisy in your town right now. Is that alright? Why don't you deal with those issues first?"

“Those things are none of your concern, Roland.”

Even though they weren't actually blood brothers, the two, who shared a very close bloodline, communicated in icy tones.

"It was supposed to be a 'fair' duel, yet you've left me so weak. Isn't that a bit too underhanded? Hmm?"

“I gave you the opportunity to bargain about what is ‘fair’ like this. In fact, your head should have been on your head three months ago.”

Unmoved by Roland's sarcasm, Freud drew his sword from his right waist.

Freud swung his sword, and Roland merely tilted his head slightly, letting the opponent's sharp sword energy sever the strands of hair he had grown during this time, along with the iron chain on his wrist.

“Give me a chance? If my head had fallen off back then, your head wouldn’t be on your shoulders now.”

Roland smiled as he looked at his once most beloved "younger brother".

"Enough talk, let's begin."

As Freud announced this, Roland, who had slowly stood up, picked up the extremely long sword "Fishing Rod" that had been thrown at his feet.

(End of this chapter)