Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 752 - 694: The Power of the Brave
The law stood in a corner of Andrey Castle, where once a small club’s room had been, but now, it lay in ruins. The moonlight seeping through the hole shone on the iron mask, and as the leader of the Executors, he gazed at the bone shards scattered among the dust, the sound of his iron gauntlet tightening echoing in his heart.
Uncertainty filled his voice.
"I received a message ten minutes ago that the Literary Society challenged the Gemstone Enthusiasts’ Club."
"And now, you’re telling me that the Gemstone Enthusiasts’ Club has been flattened by the Literary Society?"
"By those guys who are all talk and no fight, the Literary Society who never wins a brawl?"
The half-skeleton lying in the shadow of the corner moved slightly, its robe emblazoned with a dusty iron mask. He was the first Executor to arrive to capture the law-breaking Liches.
"Law, sir... those bastards... they’re serious this time."
Serious? A layer of shadow clouded Mr. Law’s heart. It was difficult for him to imagine those good-for-nothings being serious, usually being chased around by Executors with laughter. The Literary Society was vile, but Law understood they always acted within limits. What did this riot mean, then? Was it led by the Avenging Angel’s rebellion, or some other elusive purpose?
Regardless, Law would not allow them to continue their wanton behavior.
"Deploy all Executors of the Committee, capturing members of the Literary Society becomes our top priority. Notify Mr. Judgment; we need him, and I’ll report the cost to the headmaster." As the leader of the Executors and the guardian of the Andrey barrier’s sealing devices, Judgment was the finest hunter and Sealer.
A magical message instantly transmitted into Law’s mind.
"Level-one alert! The Literary Society has successively destroyed three clubs, and is now engaged in fierce contact with five more!"
How could it be, have those idiots gone mad? Do they really wish to be adversaries to Andrey, within the walls of Andrey’s castle?
An alert was passed among the Executors.
"Intel transfer, the Literary Society is suspected of converting to the Holy Light. The power they’re using now is the Holy Light!"
"Hiss~"
A collective intake of breath sounded among the Executors.
Law leaned against the crumbling wall, using the chill of the night to calm his swiftly spinning mind.
Am I crazy, or has the world gone mad? Has the Literary Society collectively defected? And to the dogs of the Holy Light? Why? How could this be? Is there a collective assault by the two great angels against Andrey?
Extracting a Magic Crystal from his pocket, Law crushed it to dust.
"Directive: Twilight."
"Convey the highest level of alert to all present in Andrey, threat targets: the Literary Society, dark Avenging Angel, and punitive Angel Raymond."
"Now, it’s the moment of life or death for Andrey."
"Fight for Andrey, my compatriots."
"Issue a mandatory assistance directive to all major clubs in Andrey, I’m off to notify the headmaster."
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Upon receiving the alert, members of the Weather Research Association left their clubroom, led by Thunderbolt, and were heading towards the Executive Committee’s assembly.
Mr. Thunderbolt, wrapped in lightning, looked at the obstructor in front of him with a cold expression.
"The Literary Society? Are you the only traitor?"
In the corridor, a young man dressed in bright red clothing blocked the Liches’ way with a sunny smile, spinning his bowler hat around on his head.
"I’m no traitor."
"Then who are you?" While speaking nonsense, a dangerous lance of electricity condensed in Thunderbolt’s hands.
"I am the Great Fool! The Great Fool from the old town of Pretend, dreaming of becoming a Pocket Monster training master!"
The young man had a sincere expression as he spoke, seeming like a harmless and kind-hearted child.
The absurd news caused Mr. Thunderbolt’s thunder to veer off course slightly, the explosive arc of electricity erupting behind the Great Fool.
The Great Fool didn’t get angry, but pointed excitedly at Mr. Thunderbolt.
"I get it! You must be the legendary strongest Pocket Monster, Skin God, right? What an impressive Thunderbolt! Great! Become my companion, Skin God, and let’s defeat these villains together!"
Thunderbolt felt mocked, and all the more foolish for actually playing along with the Literary Society’s idiot, completing this comical scene.
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"Forget it, turn me into ash, you idiot."
The swift serpent of lightning boomed in the sky, charging straight towards the unarmed young man.
"Then, I choose you! Master Ball!"
The Trainer Great Fool threw a glowing golden sphere, which opened up and a beam of gold absorbed both the Thunderbolt’s attack and Mr. Thunderbolt himself.
The sphere fell to the ground, shook a couple of times, and then stilled.
The other members of the Weather Research Association stood frozen, watching as Trainer Great Fool picked up the sphere that possibly contained their President.
"Oh! I’ve caught the Skin God!"
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" The screams of the Liches echoed through the halls of Andrei Academy.
A guy with strange eyeliner rushed into the view of Trainer Great Fool, who was packing up his things.
"Great Fool, how’s it going on your end!" He panted heavily, with a group of Andrei Executors following behind him.
Great Fool gave a thumbs up.
"No problem, Ivy Game! I’ve made a bunch of new friends!"
"That’s great! Lend me your friends for a bit!" The pursued hero took out a golden Dueling Disk.
Ivy Game roared and placed the spherical object on the field.
"My turn, draw!"
"I summon to the field Lich A captured by a Pokeball, Lich B captured by a Pokeball, Lich C captured by a Pokeball, and by releasing these three creatures captured by Great Fool, I summon the giant soldier of Obelisk!!!"
"Using Lich D captured by a Pokeball and Lich E captured by a Pokeball as tributes, I activate the monster effect of the giant soldier."
"Divine Fist Shockwave!!!!"
Suddenly, a giant golden humanoid appeared, emitting a terrifying shockwave that turned the Andrei Executors following them into mere fragments.
"It’s our victory!!!"
"That’s amazing, Ivy Game!!!"
In the wreckage-laden corridor, two men high-fived each other in celebration.
They plunged into the darkness again, like two blazing flames.
"According to Rushio’s plan, we’ll be able to defeat the monsters here soon!"
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In front of the Literary Club, now empowered, Andrei Academy suffered a heavy blow.
This power was none other than—the power of [Justice].
Raymond’s Nine Locks concept, [Justice].
When a powerful concept finds a suitable proxy, it bestows upon them the power to execute the concept.
All this, originated from a wonderful accident created at Lyle’s academic gatherings.
The Literary Club were not originally allies of justice; in fact, these fellows, who existed merely for pleasure, would be despised by justice at any time. However, within the dream spun by Lyle, their memories were distorted, filled with indescribable chaos from Another World. Identity, personality, soul—all twisted, the entire Literary Club became twisted agents of justice.
The power of Raymond.
[Justice] also had its perception distorted by Lyle’s dream. It mistook the Literary Club members, those with twisted justice who experienced "intimate interaction" with Raymond, as its allies. This soul, corrupted, a fabricated motive resonated with Raymond’s pure justice. Coupled with Raymond’s unconditional trust in the Purifier, justice embraced this group of Liches who had switched allegiances.
The entire Literary Club became the proxies of [Justice].
They carried out the coerced justice, delivering [Justice]’s Judgment upon evil.
Without a doubt, this was a calamity of necromancers.
This distortion of knowledge brought back by Lyle from Another World, the power provided by Raymond’s unconditional faith in [Justice], and a group of daring and resolute tool-persons, led to the calamity of necromancers, an outbreak involving multiple members of the Salvation Association.
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