Starting from the heavens to perform the entire League of Legends

When Yuzu Youren woke up again, he was already lying in the infirmary of the High School of Conjuration.

Conjuration College, the full name is Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College.

As the two top schools in the whole of Neon, the Kyoto Institute of Conjuration next door has trained countless powerful conjurers.

Knotaba Yuhito is studying here now, and he is a freshman in the same year as Fuguro Megumi and Nagasaki Ye Qianwei.

And the head teacher of the three is Gojo Satoru, who is known as the strongest magician in modern times.

At this time, he was sitting beside the hospital bed with a gloomy face.

The fact that he can put on this expression with his casual personality shows how troublesome the juvenile courtyard incident is now.

Although the curse-born Dai Tian has been eliminated, his domain has not disappeared, and there have been unexpected changes.

The black mist that covered the sky and the sun completely covered the area where the Youth Court was located. When Gojo Wu went in to check, there were countless third- and fourth-level curse spirits inside.

After clearing these curse spirits, it was found that as long as the black mist exists, their number is endless, and they cannot be killed no matter how hard they are.

But the black mist cannot be dispelled, not even the nearly invincible Wujo Satoru.

Therefore, he eagerly wanted to know what happened in the youth courtyard at that time, and where did the strange fog come from.

If the source of the mist is solved, can it be dispelled.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru suddenly recalled that just yesterday, his junior Nanami Jianren also reported a similar curse incident.

The same inexplicable black fog, which cannot be dispelled, is located in Yamanashi Prefecture not far from Tokyo...

The only one who can answer his question now is the high school student in front of him who has just joined the magic world for a month.

At this time, the awakened Knotabagi Yuhito interrupted his thinking: "Teacher Wujo, aren't you on a business trip, why are you here?"

"I...why am I here too?"

Hu Zhang looked at everything in front of him in confusion, as if he didn't remember anything.

After a long delay, I slowly recalled what happened yesterday, so I told my teacher the whole process.

After listening to Gojo Satoru, he thought to himself, "The Ruined King? It's another unregistered special-grade magic spirit... It's just been born not long ago."

"I don't seem to have heard of this name before."

Seeing that the teacher didn't move for a long time, Hu Zhang didn't want to move casually, so he just sat on the hospital bed and waited quietly.

After a while, Gojo Wu said again: "You should have reached some kind of contract with Su Nuo so that he would take the initiative to save you, right?"

"It seems to be." Knotabagi Yuhito recalled carefully: "But I can't remember."

I don't know if he really couldn't remember it, or he didn't want to say it. In short, Wujo Wu didn't continue to delve into it, but just replied lightly: "That's it."

Then he got up and planned to leave. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind his students: "Get up as soon as you have nothing to do. Next, we will conduct a one-month special training for you."

"I hope you can hold on then."

After this incident, Polygonum cuspidatum also knew that he was too weak, so he said with firm eyes: "Teacher Wutiao, I want to become stronger."

"Make me 'invincible'!"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction and said, "Just shouting slogans is not enough, you are still far behind, kid."

......

In a cafe somewhere in Tokyo, Lu Wu, dressed in casual clothes, was carefully tasting a piece of strawberry cake.

At the bar not far away, two waitresses were whispering, as if they were talking about his appearance.

He turned a deaf ear to this, and concentrated on dividing the cake into two pieces, putting the piece with more strawberries into his mouth, and showing a satisfied smile.

At this moment, the voice from the next table made him frown.

"Prison Gate Frontier!"

"Is that forbidden object on you?"

So, he turned his head and said very dissatisfied: "Hey, that fire-breathing guy, you've disturbed me."

"If you dare to speak loudly again, I will kill you."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head back and dealt with the remaining cakes.

Everyone in the cafe looked at him with surprise eyes. From the perspective of these ordinary people, the next table to Lu Wu was only a monk with a ball head tied and cassock.

There is no one with a flaming head.

Moreover, the monk has been sitting there silently, not speaking at all.

But the real situation is that beside the long-haired monk, there are three super magic spirits sitting around, but ordinary people can't see it.

Among them, the curse spirit named by Lu Wu is named Leuhu.

Black teeth, red gums, a huge one-eyed eye that occupies half of the face, the top of the head is in the shape of a crater, and the skin all over the body is blue-gray.

Because when he gets emotional, the crater will burst into flames, and the surrounding temperature will rise, so Lu Wu said that he is a guy with a burning head.

As a powerful curse spirit born out of human's fear and hatred of the earth, Leuhu has his own pride, and it is absolutely impossible for others to insult him like this.

So, he got up and turned his head, wanting to see who dared to be so bold.

The remaining two curse spirits also focused on Lu Wu at this time, looking at him with interest as if they were watching a play.

Unexpectedly, just as Liu Hu stood up, a dazzling cold light flashed, his head tilted, and then fell to the ground with a thumping sound.

Seeing the headless corpse fell to the ground, the remaining two curse spirits were horrified.

Although the super-level mantra won't die easily if its head is cut off, it still takes a long time to recover, and being able to hit Leuhu like this with a random blow is enough to prove the strength of the pale man opposite.

Xia Youjie, who was not a monk, was indifferent to the injury of his companion. Instead, he squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Wu who was holding a dilapidated sword.

He smiled and said, "Sir, don't be so angry."

"Come on, let's sit down and talk."

"Get out of the way, lowly people!" The Pale Monarch kicked off Leu Hu's head, and walked to the table with the big sword on his shoulder.

He said in a condescending manner: "Surrender to me! Or face death!"

The king needs his own people, and Lu Wu is no exception. Seeing that the strength of these people is not bad, I decided to give them a chance.

Unfortunately, the other party doesn't seem to appreciate it.

"It seems that there is nothing to talk about?" Xia Youjie still looked confident, with a pair of dead fish eyes, and his eyelids were lazy to lift.

The other two super-level curse spirits with the same strange shape have also assumed an attacking posture, obviously unwilling to submit to this king of unknown origin.

In the coffee shop, a thick black mist gradually emerged, and all the surfaces of objects were shrouded in a layer of frightening green light. The temperature in the air dropped rapidly, and a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow affected everyone present.