Villainess X Villain: They are obsessed with each other!-Chapter 71 -: 70 a massanger eagle?[Bonus - ]
Meanwhile, 400 meters away from the auditorium, and about 500 meters from the academy’s underground vault...
"ROAR!!!!"
A massive creature burst out of the smoke and shadows.
It looked like a dragon, but without wings, instead, its long, snake-like body twisted and coiled through the air.
The creature was blood-red with thick black stripes running all over it.
It stretched roughly 100 meters long and 10 meters wide.
Its fierce mouth was full of sharp teeth, glowing red eyes burned with anger, and long black whiskers whipped around like living straps.
(In short, it looked exactly like Gyarados from Pokemon, but bigger, meaner, and way scarier.)
"Attack it from the side!!" commands rang out.
Around 50 professors charged at once.
Magic circles lit up everywhere, fire, ice, lightning, chains, everything exploding toward the monster.
"Professor Aurin! Restrain it!" Professor Ignel shouted while already blasting fire at the beast.
Professor Aurin acted fast.
Glowing chains shot out from his hands and wrapped tightly around the dragon’s huge head, yanking it down.
"Infinite Cast: Fire Lance!" Ignel roared.
Red circles popped up all around him.
Dozens of flaming spears flew out like missiles and slammed into the dragon’s scaly body.
"ROAR!!!!"
The dragon screamed in pain.
It thrashed its long serpent body wildly, shaking off the chains with raw power.
Sparks and broken spells flew everywhere.
"Attacks are working!" one professor yelled.
"Keep it from moving toward the students! Restrain it!!"
Professor Ignel kept giving orders while attacking non-stop.
"Left flank, hit the eyes! Right side, freeze its tail! Don’t let it coil!"
The professors moved like a perfect team, dodging, striking, shouting.
Spells lit up the night sky in bright flashes of color.
"ROAR!!"
The dragon opened its massive mouth.
Thunder crackled and rolled inside, building into a terrifying storm.
"Breath incoming!! Scatter!!"
Everyone jumped back at the same second.
"ROARRRR!!"
A huge wave of lightning breath exploded outward in every direction.
Bolts of white-purple energy tore up the ground, shattered trees, and lit the sky like fireworks gone wrong.
But the professors were ready.
They rolled, leaped, raised shields, everyone dodged in perfect sync.
"Whoosh!"
The dragon whipped its long tail like a giant whip toward a group of professors.
"BAM!"
They threw up defensive barriers just in time, glowing walls of light and stone.
The tail smashed into them like a truck.
"Crash!"
The shields shattered.
Professors flew backward, tumbling through the dirt, but they rolled to their feet fast.
"Tsk!" Professor Ignel clicked his tongue, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Thankfully no casualties yet... If we can just keep this up..."
He looked at the dragon’s body.
Even though it was an illusion, deep wounds appeared all over its red scales.
Black blood dripped. It was clearly hurting, breathing heavy, eyes wild with rage.
The professors grinned through their exhaustion.
"We’ve got it on the ropes!" one shouted.
"Push harder! Don’t let up!"
The dragon roared again, weaker this time.
The fight was brutal, loud, and full of explosions, but the professors were holding the line.
"Use everything you’ve got and attack the eyes!!!"
The shout rang out non-stop across the battlefield.
"Attack the eyes! It’s not the real thing!! If we blind it, this ends fast!!"
Professor Ignel launched a blazing fire spear straight at the dragon’s glowing red eyes, but the serpent-like beast twisted its massive head at the last second.
The spear exploded harmlessly against its black-striped scales.
"Tsk!" Ignel clicked his tongue in frustration.
"It’s dodging too smartly. We need the formation!!"
He raised his voice, barking orders like a general.
"Everyone, full attack! Five professors, stay back with me!"
The fifty professors surged forward again, unleashing a storm of spells, ice shards, lightning bolts, earth spikes, wind blades, all aimed at the dragon’s face to keep it distracted.
Ignel sprinted to the rear.
The five chosen professors were already in place.
They formed a perfect triangle around him, kneeling on the cracked ground.
Ignel dropped into the center and sat cross-legged.
He closed his eyes and immediately began writing glowing runes in the air with his fingers, fast, precise lines of light.
The five professors mirrored him, drawing their own runes.
The triangle lit up with soft blue light, connecting all six of them in a web of energy.
"This is an attack from the dean himself," Ignel muttered under his breath, "back when he was at the 2nd Heavenly Trial of Void Core stage. He made it for emergencies like this."
He pulled a small, ancient-looking paper from his pocket.
It was covered in tiny, intricate formulas, runes, and even traces of the dean’s own blood and aura, remnants from when he passed his second trial.
This spell carried the exact power the dean had at that moment.
"Everyone, pour all your compressed mana into me now!" Ignel commanded.
The five professors gritted their teeth and focused.
Pure, condensed energy poured out from their Spirit Cores, bright streams of light that flowed straight into Ignel’s body through the glowing triangle.
"Ugh!!" Ignel groaned as the massive surge hit him.
His muscles tensed, veins bulged on his neck and forehead.
It felt like five rivers of fire were flooding his veins.
"Ahh..." He forced himself to stand, legs shaking, face twisted in pain.
He locked eyes on the thrashing dragon.
"Everyone, retreat!!!"
The attacking professors heard the call.
They threw one last barrage of spells, explosions of fire, ice walls, lightning chains, then sprinted backward, clearing the area.
Ignel tapped the paper in his hand.
The moment his finger touched it, "whoosh!" a huge, shimmering blue circle appeared in front of him.
It was massive, intricate, covered in glowing formulas, runes, and patterns that twisted like living lightning.
Ignel gritted his teeth so hard blood leaked from his gums.
"Lightning Path..."
"Heavenly Thunder!!"
All the collected mana rushed into the circle. Ignel became the medium, the living channel.
"Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!"
Sparks exploded everywhere. The air smelled like ozone.
The circle pulsed brighter and brighter, charging with raw, blinding power.
But the crackling slowed... then stopped.
"Not enough!!" Ignel roared. "Use everything you have got!!"
The five professors looked at him in horror.
"But you can’t—"
"Do it!!"
They nodded reluctantly.
They pushed even harder, pouring the last drops of their compressed mana into him.
Ignel’s nose bled now, twin red streams running down his face.
His eyes turned bloodshot. His whole body trembled violently.
*Crackle! Crackle! CRACKLE!*
The circle surged back to life, brighter than before.
Lightning arced across its surface like a storm trapped in glass.
The power was overwhelming.
"Die!! You shit!!"
Ignel threw his head back and roared with everything he had left.
"Heavenly Thunder!!!"
The moment Professor Ignel shouted "Heavenly Thunder!!!" — a blinding purple lightning bolt exploded from the massive circle.
It was as thick as a telephone pole, crackling with raw, violent energy.
The air itself burned with the smell of ozone.
The dragon sensed it. It let out one final, furious roar of defiance, but it was way too late.
"BOOM!!!"
The purple lightning slammed straight into the dragon’s head like a hammer from the gods.
The beast’s whole body froze mid-thrash. Its long tail twitched once... twice...
Then... "thud!"
It collapsed with a ground-shaking crash. A giant crater smoked right in the center of its skull.
Black blood poured out. The red eyes went dark.
Just like that, the monster was dead.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
Every professor stood frozen, staring at the fallen beast.
They had fought it non-stop for one and a half hours, dodging breaths, breaking shields, throwing everything they had.
And now... it was over.
One by one, the professors sank to their knees.
Some dropped their weapons. Others just stared, breathing hard.
"Only a clone... and it took this much..." one whispered.
"What would the real thing have done?"
Their eyes swept the area.
Nearby buildings were half-destroyed, walls crumbled, trees snapped, ground torn up like paper.
Smoke rose everywhere.
But... no student bodies.
"Thank the stars... the kids were all in the auditorium," someone said.
Then, as if the same thought hit everyone at once, their gazes snapped toward the auditorium 400 meters away.
The students... they were in there!
"Are they okay?!"
Panic exploded again.
The professors jumped to their feet, exhausted, bleeding, mana drained, but they didn’t care.
Professor Ignel dropped to his knees, hands on the ground, panting like he’d run a marathon.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
"Everyone..." he gasped, voice rough and weak. "Go check on the children! Now!"
The professors nodded without a word.
They staggered up, grabbed their weapons, and ran, limping, stumbling, but moving, straight toward the auditorium.
"Thud."
Ignel collapsed fully onto his back.
His chest rose and fell fast. Sweat and blood mixed on his face.
He stared up at the sky.
The moon was full, bright, calm, almost mocking after all the chaos.
Clouds drifted slowly across its face, silver light spilling down.
"I’m... going to sleep," he muttered, eyelids heavy.
He started to close his eyes...
*Screeech!*
A sharp, piercing eagle cry cut through the night.
"Hmm?"
Ignel forced his eyes open again.
High above, a dark shape circled once... twice... then dove straight toward him.
A messenger eagle, sleek, black feathers shining in the moonlight, descended fast.
It landed gracefully on the torn-up ground right beside him, folding its wings.
A small scroll was tied to its leg.
Ignel pushed himself up on one elbow, wincing.
"A messenger eagle...?"
