I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The Creation Section (Baruye) are all artists, and their magic comes from art. Fighting with the enemy is equivalent to the process of using the art they create to eliminate or assimilate foreign matter that interferes with the art.

Take the old woman who is famous throughout the Magic Association as an example. She has dedicated her whole life to the art of painting (magic). Once she holds the paintbrush, the surrounding mountains, rivers, heaven, earth and stars will become the canvas for her to write, and the picture will be drawn. Completion is the defeat of the enemy.

The same goes for Bailon, who was also born in Baru Yerretta. Although he may not have the impressive courage and skills of Lord Baru Yerreta, the essence and concept are not much different.

Byron's art (magic) is "soap bubbles" - they look like they are, but they are not that fragile.

The soap bubbles are beautiful, reflecting the shimmering tears, complementing the surrounding water vapor, and exuding dreamy colors.

As the middle-aged gentleman hit the ground with his cane, countless soap bubbles were born from the water vapor and gathered from all directions, forming a beautiful bubble belt that heavily surrounded the intruder's vanguard.

"Let the weather be your companion, I have to admit that you are very powerful. Although the climate in this area has always been changeable, this is the first time that someone has done such a gorgeous thing. However, if you think that Izeluma is powerless, then Big mistake."

The intruders changed their previous arrogance and watched the approaching soap bubbles silently and cautiously. It is foolish to trigger unknown magic without preparation. This is common sense that every magician knows.

However, just because they didn't trigger it didn't mean that Bailon was willing to let these damn intruders go.

His situation was bad enough. Originally, last night's social dinner was a great success. It was the perfect time to gain both fame and fortune and reach the pinnacle of life. Unexpectedly, something like that happened the next day.

As the head of the Izeluma family, he certainly knows the real time of Jin Ji's death, and the person who appeared last night was indeed an impostor. However, that is the top secret of the Izeluma family, and if it is revealed, it may destroy this long-standing family.

This is something that Bailon absolutely cannot tolerate. Although he is a member of democracy, in his heart, Bailon has always been proud of his bloodline. In his view, the so-called democracy is just an excuse to win over people's hearts. In the end, Bailon is What dominates is history and accumulation, because this is the essence of magic. This difference is also the fundamental reason why he and Enola seem to be inseparable.

For Byron, the murderer and the truth are not important. What is important is that the secret of Golden Princess cannot be leaked. For this reason, he chose to turn his firepower to the El-Meloy classroom, hoping to induce a fight between Enolai and Weber, so as to achieve the goal. The purpose of extracting yourself and your family.

Unexpectedly, that young man who was not even thirty years old had such sharp eyesight, and could see Huang Jinji's flaw at a glance. The group of young men under him were also more fierce than the last, and they were so heavy that he could not lift his head, and almost died. Finally, Enolai bought himself some time for the sake of the separation of his master's family, and met these short-sighted guys again.

Being angry was secondary, but more importantly, he had no way out. He knew Inolai's character. The old woman would only extend an olive branch to capable people. Helping him once was already a sign of love. If he couldn't handle it well this time, he would really be excluded from Balu. Outside the core of Yeretta.

Therefore, whether it is to vent his anger or to preserve his family and status, he must win, and a beautiful victory.

"What do you think of Izeluma's ruby?"

The gentleman whispered the name of the technique.

The next second, the soap bubble exploded.

There was a "pop" sound, but there was no other abnormality.

There was no flow of magic power, no monster jumping out, not even air waves. It was as if the soap bubble had reached its limit and burst naturally.

However, just such a seemingly normal natural explosion caused several attackers to fall down holding their necks.

"Ugh, Bailon!!!"

The remaining intruders were enraged and fired back with lightning bolts.

Bailon was already prepared and had placed a layer of soap bubbles around him in advance for defense.

These soap bubbles have been specially treated. Under the influence of weather, the electricity that can directly electrocute people into coke is offset by the explosion of the bubbles. If it were one-on-one, Bailon would have already won.

Unfortunately, there were too many people on the opposite side and there were too many lightning bolts. The bubble could not fully withstand it and only offset 70% of it. The remaining 30% hit Bailon, causing the strong gentleman to kneel to the ground.

"Ha! He's just a fading collector hiding in the countryside."

The fallen attacker gradually recovered and formed a new spell with his angry companions.

Having seen a soap bubble attack, they have already seen the working principle of the technique - the effect of soap bubbles is to destroy the oxygen in the air, thereby suffocating the enemy.

The mystery has been cracked, and the invaders no longer have any scruples. They will win in one go.

Because he evaded in time, Bailon was only burned on his shoulder and did not completely lose his fighting ability. He covered his blackened shoulder with one hand, and kept hitting the ground with his cane with the other hand.

The soap bubbles suddenly doubled in size, forming a rainbow-colored fortress in front of the enemy.

Having withstood lightning once, Bailon also had a certain understanding of the opponent's thunder and lightning spells. The next step was to see which side could hold on first, his art or the enemy's magic.

——If there is no outside intervention.

"Found it, here."

A natural sound came from the forest obscured by water vapor. This sound made Bailon slightly stunned - how could they appear here.

"who!"

The three closest ones among the intruders turned around and a bolt of lightning struck them.

"Wow! So dangerous."

The owner of the voice seemed startled, but sounded presumably unharmed.

"Are you the ones who created that big black cloud? It's so powerful. This is ritual magic that even the Clock Tower doesn't try very often."

As he spoke, the man had already jumped out of the grass. The blond boy looked around with an innocent smile that was out of place on the battlefield.

"But your efficiency is a bit poor. The seventh and twelfth people are still..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, new thunder and lightning had already struck.

"Listen to what you have to say." The young man dodged around in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"We have nothing to say to Izeluma's men."

"No, no, I'm not Izeluma's subordinate."

There was no trace of fear on his face illuminated by the electric light. Even while dodging, he still took the time to give a nondescript military salute to Bailon, whose face was turning blue and white.

"El Meloy Classroom, Flat Escaldes, came to join the battle on the orders of the strongest, most powerful, and most invincible teacher in the Clock Tower."

PS: Look at the students like Weber. No matter where they go, no matter how awesome they are, they never forget to claim that my teacher is the best. What’s even more exaggerated is to praise them from the bottom of their heart. Weber’s reputation is not that great. . Well, although Weber didn't want them to be like this, it was really shameful.