Monster Hunting High School

Time goes back to a moment ago.

The moment Jiang Yu aimed the shot at herself, the Gypsy Witch truly felt death coming.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the red light emitted from the muzzle. Many pictures flashed into her mind - a little red-haired girl playing with the tarot cards in her hand in a dilapidated wizard tower, an old man behind the curtain. The seven orifices bleed due to the backlash of divination, channeling to another world and crawling at the feet of the moon god to pray, and the lips of a wizard gently touching each other in the snow.

Elena's eyes moved away from the red light and fell on the huge 'black cat' next to her.

So beautiful, this word suddenly appeared in her heart, and then she felt an inexplicable pride. Then this pride slowly fell and turned into a deep sadness.

When did this all start?

The first time we struck up a conversation at a wandering bar, the first drink the two had?

Or fighting side by side for the first time on the pedestrian street, beating up Arthur Ness?

No, earlier, even earlier.

It all started from the moment he stepped onto the school plane.

As a fortune teller and medium, Elena has amazing talents in certain mysterious fields. She can clearly feel the existence of destiny nodes-this is very similar to Amber, the fortune teller of Atlas Academy. It's just that what Amber saw was the line of cause and effect floating beside the wizard, while what Irina felt was the power of destiny surging around the wizard.

Oriental magicians have a very appropriate word to describe her identity, a spiritual watcher.

In Zheng Qing, Elena saw a strong power of destiny that she had never seen before, which gave the Gypsy witch who desperately needed to change her destiny a glimmer of hope.

So she had the first intersection with him, the second encounter, and then bit by bit, it slowly developed to the present.

Every fortune teller will respect fate. The older the school, the deeper the understanding of this point. The divination skills of Gypsy witches are very famous in the Wizarding Alliance. Elena, who inherits this ancient wizarding school, has been following the elderly people since she was a child, understanding the footsteps of destiny.

You can listen to the footsteps of fate, but you can't follow it.

Following will plunge destiny into chaos.

From beginning to end, it was just the pursuit of interests and had nothing to do with love - Elena warned herself in her heart more than once. Only in this way can she minimize the entanglement of fate and carry out her plan under the cover of Zheng Qing's power of fate.

So she used love potions on wizards, traded with suspicious snake demons, lived alone, and handled everything between the two of them with a completely utilitarian mentality - interpreting ancient books requires profound knowledge of talismans, and she She asked Zheng Qing to help interpret it on the pretext of learning talismans; visiting Alphaburg required Matthew Cullen's key, so she refused Zheng Qing's invitation and joined Matthew's hunting team; even the date on Xiayuan Festival was nothing more than It was she who used the cover of Zheng Qing's destiny to interfere with the fortune teller's detection of her.

'Why? ! ’

Vaguely, she seemed to hear the black cat roaring at herself, why? Why? Why?

"Because it's safe to stay with you."

The witch's lips moved slightly, silently answering the question roaring in her heart.

Then that little bit of red light finally crossed the long timeline and came to her.

Elena slowly closed her eyes.

A blazing wind blew past my ears, and a crisp cracking sound came from behind.

It's like the sound of melting ice in early spring, or the sound of flowers blooming in a silent forest, full of touching and vivid hope.

Her eyes became hot and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"boom!!"

The black cat seized the opportunity and pressed down hard with both claws. Satugua, who was originally distracted by the broken moon, accidentally gave the black cat an upper hand.

This slight advantage also gave the other two witches a chance.

The moment the full moon behind Satogua was hit by a blood rune bullet, the invisible power that bound the gypsy witch was released.

Elena finally seized the opportunity, got rid of the restraints, reached out from her pocket and took out a stone pillar-like object, pierced it heavily in the mud, then she cut the palm of her hand and murmured a spell quickly.

A looming shadow spread out from the stone pillar and fell on Korma, whose figure was gradually becoming illusory, stopping her from sliding further into the void.

This is the material she prepared for herself to attract the 'Moon God' in the future, just like the evil demon remains that Kolma bought at the Wandering Bar. In the entire First University, or in other words, the entire wizarding world, this is probably the only trace of the presence that remains. She first participated in Kolma's magic circle project because she wanted to refer to relevant rituals and gain experience for her own magic circle.

but now……

"It's over, let's end it like this." The Gypsy Witch lowered her eyelids and murmured, drawing her fingers in the air around the stone pillar, leaving traces of bloody runes.

The plan that had been in the works for several years was over.

Lies and deception, end here.

The nightmare in front of me ends like this.

Not about redemption or dreams, just a tired soul wanting to rest. But there was something else she could do before resting.

Korma was still struggling between the void and reality; Jiang Yu had just put away the talisman gun and took out a black law book; the roar of the black cat hovered in the entire small world, and it was in harmony with Satugua's Tentacle wrestling.

The witch glanced at the hard-working black cat with nostalgia, and finally lowered her head, crossed her fingers with her hands, put them in the middle of her forehead, and prayed in a low voice:

"The moon god who does not belong to this world"

"A symbol of mystery and beauty"

"The most dazzling fruit of Kabbalah's Tree of Life"

"I pray for your coming..."

Relying on the guidance on the stone pillar, the witch's spirituality instantly crossed countless levels and entered the deepest part of the vast and infinite starry sky. A milky white light hovered above her spirituality.

"Have you decided yet?" An ethereal and gentle voice gently brushed against the spirit.

"Yes," replied the witch.

"Even if you lose yourself?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The witch's spirit seemed to look back towards the way back, and a little poem appeared inexplicably in her heart:

"With you, you are my comrade-in-arms, so I miss you; when I cross over everything that has fallen, and fight for eternity, you are my battle flag."

"No more." The witch's spirit finally answered.

The milky white light hovered around the spirituality for a moment, then jumped and fell rapidly along the path of the spirituality, spanning infinite planes and colorful colors, and finally fell into darkness.

Secret world.

In the magic circle.

In front of a short stone pillar.

A green bud sprouted from the fingertips of the witch who was kneeling on the ground.