Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

"The curse spirits can never be killed..."

This is the consensus of all magicians

As long as the deception, killing, malice, and negative emotions among humans still exist, these horrific monsters will not disappear, but will increase in number.

They are simply more disgusting than viruses and bacteria, multiply quickly and are more destructive. They have become a part of human society, so many that if divided among one human being, the number could reach twenty to thirty.

"But it doesn't matter."

A pale lizard-like magic spirit was entrenched on the basket. It was lazily one second, but the next second it was smashed to pieces by the orange beam. The pale fragments melted into a black light spot and were absorbed. .

"I'll kill every one I see!"

[Absorb spell power, points +6]

"Boom."

The orange-yellow object retained its power and still bounced high in the air after touching the ground.

That was not a beam of light at all, but a basketball that bounced high due to a violent dunk!

"The leader of an army was detained by Yan...?"

"Xian Ming, you."

The head of the basketball department showed a look of reluctance and opened his mouth to try to persuade him to stay.

"Minister, you can retire me."

Just now, the No. 11 player who showed a shocking and violent aesthetic on the court is Isayama Norimei. At the moment, he is wiping the sweat from his face with his uniform rolled up around his abdomen.

"Heh, go on."

"Hey, hey, Xianming, why do you only notice Futaba?"

Therefore, the head of the basketball department put forward harsh requirements and asked Isayama Norimei to lead the members of the second army to compete with the main players of the first army. The results are obvious now.

Immediately facing the opponent's defense, he also jumped from the ground, directly over the opponent's head. In the opponent's fearful eyes, the ball passed directly above his head and he launched a violent dunk, blasting the basketball into the basket. .

sighing silently

Isayama Norimei was buttoning up his white shirt. When he walked out of the basketball hall door, he suddenly heard a cold voice.

"Why did you give up basketball?"

"Minister, I'm still far behind."

Isayama Norimei took off the No. 11 jersey that represented his identity and handed it to the minister. After bowing to his teammates who had fought side by side with equally complex expressions, he took one last look and left him. The place where I trained for a year.

"Xian Ming, what did you do if you didn't come to school during this period?"

The brown-haired boy gave Isayama Norimei a blank look and immediately threw the sports drink in his hand away.

Isayama Norimei is a former member of the Aoyama Academy Basketball Club and a regular candidate for the competition. Apart from his physical shortcomings, he is impeccable in ball control, defense, and offense.

"Thanks, Sakuta."

"Thank you, Futaba, I like this smell the best."

Yes, the purpose of holding this basketball game is because Isayama Norimei proposed to withdraw from the basketball club.

Isayama Nomei unscrewed the bottle cap without courtesy and drank almost all the water in one breath.

This dishonest guy had arrived a long time ago and had put on her makeup. She was holding a bottle of sports drink in her hand. She didn't go in and just watched Xian Ming play basketball silently at the entrance door frame.

"Obviously there is still me."

"Just say unnecessary things"

"Let's play together again if we have a chance in the future."

"Thank you for your continued care."

"Don't thank me. Futaba bought it. I just borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."

"Futaba?"

She was a girl who had her long, silky gray hair tied up into a high ponytail. She had a very beautiful face. She was different from the image in Isayama Nomei's memory, where she was always wearing a white coat. This time she took off her glasses. , wearing a daily disposable look.

Without training, he was even better than before, as if he was completely transformed.

What everyone in the basketball club didn't know was that Isayama Norimei's shortcomings in physical strength had been made up for by the system's bonus points. His intelligence of up to 9 points had improved his ball-handling skills by several levels. He was simply a monster.

[70:65] The score is 70 points, of which Isayama Norimei's goal scored nearly 52 points. It is simply a one-man show.

But a promise is a promise

"I see."

When the girl who was called Futaba by the two heard these words, a blush that seemed like an hallucination quickly flashed across her face, and she immediately returned to normal.

The brown-haired boy glanced at the girl next to him, whose eyes had gradually turned cold because of the information he had exposed.

Only then did Isayama Nomei realize that there was a short-haired guy wearing the same men's white shirt as Isayama Nomei standing next to the girl. He could only be said to be a boy of average height. He said with a hint of resentment in his voice.

Isayama Nomei understands that by retreating, he is saying goodbye to the past.

When he heard that Isayama Norimei was going to take the substitute second team to compete with the basketball team's first team, he moved very quickly and rushed over without stopping.

The whole person wearing the No. 11 jersey hung on the basket, and the basketball fell aside. Everyone in the audience was stunned by his performance just now.

Isayama Nomei stopped what he was doing and turned his head.

Hearing this, Isayama Nomei just smiled and replied

"As agreed, I won."

"Sorry, that's because Sakuta is so inconspicuous."

Although due to various reasons, Isayama Norimei often absented himself from training in the basketball club and did not participate in games for no reason, which ruined his reputation, his withdrawal from the club is still a huge loss.

Instead of dragging them to occupy the main position, it is better to give the opportunity to the juniors in the second army. Only qualified seniors know how to give way.

"Really a dishonest guy."

Isayama Norimei cleared away all the cursed spirits in the entire Aoyama Academy in the morning, and went to do his own personal business in the afternoon.

"Why are you so strong and unreasonable..."

The girl's figure is quite hot, and she has the strength to crush her peers. Her fair and plump skin is visible under the light and fluttering skirt. She wears white calf socks and her leg curves are quite perfect. The most important thing is that the serious Aoyama Academy uniform looks both intellectual and astringent on her body.

The guy nimbly broke through the three defenders like he was playing, and faced an opponent who jumped from the ground to prevent him from shooting, using his body and outstretched arms as the last line of defense.

"call"

"Oh my God, he's over two meters tall. He must be a monster."

The guy hanging on the basket gasped slightly and then let go and landed firmly on the ground. He helped up his opponent who was lying on the ground with a shocked look on his face.

Hearing Isayama Nomei's thanks, Futaba couldn't help but smile, but she still spoke in a stiff tone.

"You're welcome, this is not the place to talk."

Futaba Rio hugged her arms

"Let's change places."