You call this a black hand?

It was already midnight in Graham City, but on the other side of the world, it was a sunny scene.

In the vast green fields, there are undulating hills. A large number of soldiers in neat black military uniforms hold long rifles and listen to the intensive sound of drums and horns. They continue to emerge from all directions and gather towards a certain area.

Looking down from the sky, the slowly spreading army was filled with darkness, as if multiple ant colonies had smelled the scent of honey and rushed away.

From time to time, bursts of gunfire suddenly rang out, and shells and roars continued to cut through the void.

Under the pressure of the army, the atmosphere in the green field was very tense.

But this did not affect a snow-white airship passing by slowly in the sky, moving slowly and unperturbed by anything below.

On the surface of the airbag of this airship, there is a circular inverted triangle symbol that constantly changes color in the sun, which is colorful and full of magical atmosphere.

This is the top prestigious school in the wizarding world and the symbol of Fort St. Grant.

"After Gray Felix left, the imperial army around here became more and more aggressive."

Inside the spacious and bright pod of the airship.

A middle-aged gentleman wearing a gorgeous emerald green vest and a pocket watch on his chest was standing in front of the transparent glass window, leaning on a cane and quietly overlooking everything happening on the ground below.

"Cape Verde is a colony seized by the United Kingdom, but this group of imperial people broke in without any scruples. This is no different from provoking a war."

The middle-aged gentleman's nasal voice was a bit thick when he spoke, and his tone was quite similar to that of the airship under his feet. They were both slow and leisurely. Although the words in his mouth were full of disgust, his whole person seemed relatively cold.

"How could the coward Gray leave if it wasn't because he couldn't suppress this group of imperial people?"

Someone next to the middle-aged man spoke in a disdainful tone.

"He said that the family has important matters that need to be dealt with, so he is in a hurry to go back...Who would believe his nonsense?"

"The Felix family has indeed encountered some things recently."

As the middle-aged gentleman spoke, he glanced at the hook-nosed man next to him who looked to be about thirty years old and had long ponytail black hair.

"Gray's son is your nephew. I think you should know better than me."

"Kevin..."

The man with the ponytail smiled noncommittally, and then, as if unwilling to discuss the topic, he turned to: "Guess, who are these imperial people hunting down?"

"A group of remnants of the Church of the Sun God."

The middle-aged gentleman told this result without even guessing, and he had obviously learned the information.

"Most of them should belong to the Knights Hospitaller, and a small number belong to the Choir. They have been preaching in Cape Verde these years and were recently discovered by the Empire."

"How many people can be here?"

The man with the ponytail raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"The following imperial armies, combined, number in the tens of thousands, right? Do you need such a big fanfare to liberate a group of remnants?"

"The core Sun God Church members should be less than a hundred."

The middle-aged gentleman muttered: "But there should be about two thousand believers who follow them. This is a number that can form a fighting force, excluding the elderly and children."

"So, the Imperial people are going to kill them all and use all their strength to encircle and suppress even one of them?"

"They've always done it this way." The middle-aged gentleman nodded in response.

The man with the ponytail frowned when he heard this and opened his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he said nothing.

Then, looking at the densely packed "ants" on the ground below, he spat on the ground and left without looking back.

On the spot, the middle-aged gentleman wearing an emerald green vest turned his head and glanced at the back of his companion as he left, without saying anything.

After turning back, he looked down at everything happening on the ground below and fell into silence.

Teaching at Fort St. Grant does not mean staying in school and only teaching theoretical knowledge.

After the students reach a certain grade, the school will organize personnel to take the students to some dangerous areas around the world for experience.

The people in this airship belong to one of the training teams——

They were originally conducting natural observations and field survival tests in a dark forest somewhere.

As a result, they encountered a group of lunatics from the Original Truth Religion in the forest, and the two sides had a conflict.

In the end, for the safety of the students, they had no choice but to leave by airship.

This is actually within the scope of the plan, because soon it will be time for new students to enroll.

At that time, the senior students who participated in the experience in the airship will become the supplementary lecturers for the new students.

So you have to go back in advance to make preparations.

However, although it did not exceed expectations, leaving voluntarily and being forced to leave are two completely different things.

The previous companion was not in a happy mood because of this.

Now on the way, I saw the imperial army barbarically and unreasonably breaking into the colonial territory of the United Kingdom, hunting down a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people, and of course they were not good-tempered.

It's a pity that although they can't stand the imperial people's style, they can't do anything at all.

This is not because they are afraid of offending the Imperial people, but because, at this moment, there are a large number of Imperial Air Force "accompanying" the airship...

Looking down, scanning from the corner of his eye, the middle-aged gentleman could see some small black dots vaguely existing in the airspace far away from the airship, like a hidden but deadly swarm of bees.

"Gene Era"

This is an experimental army called the Imperial Royal Engineers Aviation Battalion, established based on the flying broomsticks that have become increasingly popular in the wizarding world in the past two years.

It is very maneuverable and is very suitable for carrying out some assassination attack missions.

They are not approaching the airship now and seem to pose no threat.

However, if the people in the airship really dared to interfere with what was happening below, then it would be conceivable that the airship would be attacked and crash.

"Barbaric Imperial people..."

There are no less than two thousand combatants following the Church of the Sun God, and the number of family members of soldiers following this group is even tens of thousands.

The middle-aged gentleman couldn't help but frown when he thought that a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled people would be strangled to death by the army below, and there would even be countless young and innocent children among them.

He did not dare to move because he was worried that the airship would be attacked.

But he began to think about how to negotiate with the empire through the school after this incident to tell these barbarians to stop doing such things in the future.

It doesn't matter if some people die.

But the death of too many people, especially the death of too many children, will affect the ability of all wizards to control the secular world.

…

On the other side, the man with a ponytail left near the window of the airship and walked into a relatively lively cabin.

After glancing at the young students gathered here in twos and threes, he looked at a petite figure in the corner with his head buried in a pile of books.

"Don't bring your eyes so close when reading, Athena."

The pony-tailed man walked over and knocked on the table, and said helplessly: "If your myopia continues to increase, I won't be able to explain it to my eldest brother when I go back."

"It doesn't affect anything."

Before the petite figure who was reading a book spoke, a young man with brown hair slicked back next to her suddenly spoke.

"Graham's Mrs. Chelsea was famously short-sighted in the wizarding world when she was young, but this did not prevent her from becoming a respected witch."

"Mrs. Chelsea's vision is different from that of normal people because of the influence of her family lineage. It is not myopia."

The man with the ponytail glared at the young man as he spoke, "And when our uncle and nephew are talking, why are you interrupting?"

"My cousin doesn't pay attention to anyone when she's reading. It's not like you don't know that."

The young man responded seriously: "If I don't answer the phone with you, then you will have to stand here alone and be embarrassed."

"It's better than hearing your voice."

The ponytail man snorted.

"To be honest, I am already mourning for the new students you are responsible for teaching. It is really their misfortune to meet an assistant lecturer like you."

"So why didn't you stay with Vice Dean Rhodes?"

The brown-haired young man changed the subject without changing his expression: "Did you hear something you didn't like again?"

"I just wanted to come over and tell my niece."

The man with the ponytail said meaningfully: "If her future husband is too thick-skinned, the quarrel will be as uncomfortable as a punch on cotton. So it is best not to target such a person in your mate selection."

On the body."

"Yes, that's what it means to be thick-skinned." The young man nodded in agreement.

This response is simply speechless.

The man with the ponytail opened his mouth, wanting to make some more sarcastic remarks.

But before he could speak, the petite figure who had been immersed in reading suddenly said something.

"They were praying."

While speaking, she raised her head and glanced at the man with ponytail, and slowly pulled out a wand from her waist.

"Who's praying?"

The ponytail man was startled when he saw this, "Besides, what did you take out your wand for?"

"Danger is coming."

The petite figure answered like this.

Before he finished speaking, the expressions of the two men beside him changed.

But before they could make any move, a strong squeezing feeling suddenly came from the air around them, like countless ropes, instantly "winding" them all over, making them unable to move at all!

The two of them looked shocked.

Not only them, but the other students in the cabin here, including the petite figure who issued the warning before, all seemed to be immobilized in an instant, keeping their respective postures motionless.

This situation is the same outside.

After the invisible restriction suddenly appeared, no matter the Imperial Air Force flying around, or the huge army on the surface.

Even the white airship itself, which was slowly moving high in the sky, stopped abruptly on the spot!

Time seemed to have stood still.

But it's not completely still.

The middle-aged gentleman in a green vest was still standing in front of the airship window, leaning on a cane and unable to move.

But his horrified eyes could see that in the sky not far away, a large number of clouds were gathering together as if they were being stirred, slowly rotating around a certain core point, forming a vague vortex.

And deep in this vortex, a dazzling golden light has been quietly born, and it is getting brighter and brighter!