Disguised As A Teacher In Magic Academy

Chapter 4 - Car Attack (2)

"Surge! Don't block the road"

"It's Assault!"

The witches lined up while pushing the others blocking the entrance.

They looked at the man standing alone in carriage number four with a somewhat tense look.

He was wearing a black suit with gold embroidery thread on top of a fitting suit.

He had long black hair that was tightly tied behind his neck.

He even had sharp eyes that felt colder than the cold wind blowing outside.

Everything from his appearance to the energy he radiated was unusual.

In fact, their comrades who attacked from the back of the carriage had been sent to the afterlife through his hands.

'Who is this guy?'

******* who led the carriage raid frowned at the man in front of him.

He had not expected that there would be such a witch on the carriage.

Is it too late to know who he is before they fight?

'No, I don't care what happens. We have five witches here.'

They had recruited high-quality personnel who were knowledgeable in magic.

Even if there are internal security personnel, they can be swept away with overwhelming force.

He had not expected there to be a magician, but there was only one opponent. Even if he was outstanding, he would not be able to counterattack anymore since their side had five magicians.

Moreover, Mayhem, who could be called the leader among the witches there, was a level four mage.

'He will never be able to fight unless he is a famous magician with at least a tier five.'

There were only a few witches in the entire continent capable of reaching tin.

In particular, if he reached the 5th rank or higher at such a young age, rumors would have already spread.

Then the highest rank he could be was four.

It was exactly the equivalent of Mayhem.

Perhaps the man in front of her knew it, so she did not use magic willingly.

"Hmph, there are five witches. Of course."

"It's very quick for you to give up. But it's too late."

"Then I have no choice but to change my way of fighting a little."

The man said so, then immediately threw himself out of the broken carriage while the tip of his suit fluttered.

"Oh, oooh? Did he just jump?"

"Did he commit suicide because he knew he couldn't win?"

To the ******* confused.

One of the witches poked his head over the broken crack just in case, but there was nothing visible under the cliff from a distance.

"I think he fell and died!"

"I thought he'd do something, but he's just a coward."

When everyone would come to such a conclusion.

Whooshing sound!

A glint pierced through the head of the witch who stuck out her head.

The unbalanced body tilts forward and falls out of the carriage.

"W-what!"

"Hanson is dead!"

Die off? Wh why? More than that, where did the flash come from?

While everyone was confused, Mayhem, the leader of the witches*****, frowned and looked up.

"On roof! He's on the roof!"

"On the roof of the train? But didn't he jump out a while ago?"

"Did he use flying magic?"

"Is it possible to chase a walking train and climb onto its roof with flying magic?"

"Shut up and go after him!"

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'How dear. I'll drop the others after they're off guard.'

There was a noise coming from below.

Because they know I'm alive, they'll try to kill me with all their might.

I pretended to jump off the train, hang on the wall, climb up, and prepare to let them off guard.

Inevitably I was satisfied with defeating one of the five witches.

"Ride up!"

"Kill him!"

A voice rang out between the two carriages, and soon they started climbing onto the roof one by one through the stairs.

But it won't be that easy.

I waited and shot out powerful magic power as they appeared, and then I turned around before running towards the rear carriage.

Those who were about to climb had no choice but to descend back down as the attack that instantly flashed between their heads as it headed to the roof of the carriage without any protection made them easy targets.

Buk Buk Buk Buk.

As I deliberately ran with hard strides, the people inside the carriage could also hear the sound of my footsteps and started chasing me.

"To the back! He's back in the back compartment!"

"Pursue him!"

It's easy to get them to follow me.

It seemed that getting rid of that one witch had a considerable impact.

Does that mean that even if each of them committed suicide and blew themselves up, it would be unacceptable for their comrades to die at the hands of others?

A completely contradictory mindset.

'I'm the one more grateful if you get out of the carriage without protection like this.'

'The more often you do that, the easier it will be for me to deal with all of you.'

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The******** are split into two groups to catch the witches escaping to the back of the train.

Since their opponent was a magician, it would be a hindrance if he was not fought by his fellow mages.

Except for a few people who would help the witches, the rest decided to aim for the first class of the number one carriage that had yet to be pierced.

The magician army was heading backwards as they were separated into two groups from the number four carriage.

"Damn! Where is he?"

"What about our colleagues there? Why didn't they say anything?"

"Anyway, let's go to the back!"

As soon as he led the group and hurriedly opened the door …

Booooms!

The door exploded, and a bright red fire enveloped the *******.

In an instant, the five people turned into black charcoal and collapsed on the ground.

The flame magic extinguished like a candle after fulfilling its role faithfully.

"You ... You're fucking!"

"I can't believe he set a trap on the doorstep!"

Mayhem, the leader of the witches, looked at the dead bodies of his comrades who had died and fell silent.

'In such a short time, he set a spell trap in front of the door?'

The man's speed was astounding, but what made Mayhem even more tense was the decisive action he saw.

Normally, the noble magicians he knew were extremely reluctant to move their bodies, due to the stamina that had been weakened.

Every time they used magic, they spread their spells as if they were flaunting it without caring about the situation.

But the man he was after wasn't like that.

'When the situation seemed unfavorable, he immediately ran away and then lowered the opponent's defense and made a surprise attack. It can't be an ordinary way of fighting witches.'

He is very practical and thorough.

Isn't such a move more like a mercenary or a hunter than a witch?

'What the fuck is he...'

Initially, Mayhem thought she was just an ordinary witch who had little ability and just happened to have killed her comrades.

After all, most of the people on the carriage were nobles or wealthy merchants.

It should be easy enough for them to kill one person.

"But he's different."

'Who is his real identity?'

Mayhem, who was starting to worry, opened his mouth with a heavier expression.

"Everyone, careful. From now on, we need to be more vigilant. We don't know what traps he might set, so move carefully."

"Yes!"

Led by Mayhem, the witches took the lead in checking if any traps were set in the corridor or wall.

As a result, they spent a lot of time each time crossing the carriage of the train.

"Don't be impatient. Anyway he can't get away from the back of the train."

After all, he was like a mouse in a trap.

For now, it was clear that he had escaped to the rear carriage.

Mayhem, leading the witches, walked slowly before he suddenly stopped.

He felt an indescribable sense of alertness.

He immediately realized why he suddenly felt so agitated.

Clangs! Kreaaac!

There was a loud noise from the back of the train.

******* the slow-moving ones instinctively realized something was wrong when they heard the voice.

"Damn! The train was separated, and he ran away!"

His rising anger had made it too late to notice.

First of all, his opponent did not have to fight them all he had to do was buy time and run away.

He deliberately set a trap to increase their vigilance and buy time.

He tried to escape safely by moving quickly to the last carriage.

"Catch him! Don't let him escape!"

They chased after the witch hurriedly, they had no other intention but to chase and kill the witch who set a trap and escape.

They rushed across the train and soon arrived at the last carriage, number 12.

Once they opened the door, all they saw was snowy mountains and railroad tracks, not the sight of compartment number 12, which should have been there.

Mayhem gritted his teeth.

'I made a mistake. I keep reminding myself that he doesn't have to fight us.'

'I ignored an important fact because I was angry.'

Who would have thought the opponent would run away with such determination?

"Damn it, did we lose him?"

"That boy. I remember his appearance. We'll definitely find him and kill him."

When everyone was staring out with his teeth gritting like that...

Mayhem felt a strong mana wave from behind and goosebumps all over his body.

"What is this…"

He looked over hurriedly and looked at his back.

And what he saw was definitely the man who should have disappeared along with the 12 separate compartments.

"Why is he here ..."

But it is not the man's whereabouts that matters most.

The most important thing he had to pay attention to was the spell completed in front of him, almost on the verge of being activated.

It was an extremely vicious and dangerous type of elemental magic.

"Everyone, avoid!" Shouted Mayhem while increasing his defensive spell as much as he could.

With insufficient time to dodge, he increased his defense as much as possible to create the most powerful mana barrier.

Whirrrr!

Before long, a huge spell struck the entire 11th carriage, sweeping through the inside like a storm.

It was a dazzling white flame.

The flame had the same color as the snowstorm that gently whirled outside.

It sweeps all******** that have not been able to evacuate or respond.

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"Is this over?"

My murmured as I watched the fire spell gradually disappear.

They were focused on thinking that I had escaped with carriage 12.

I'm sure they'll think that way. If I set a trap, buy time, and break the carriage, anyone would think so.

But it's also a trap.

At first, I ran away, pretending to buy time by doing a surprise attack.

My escape was also nothing more than a trick to deceive them in the end.

It was also very helpful that they were really angry.

Thanks to that, I was able to control their movements and gather them in one place for an ambush.

'It looks like there are still bastards left in the main carriage, but I've dealt with all the witches, so no problem.'

I thought so, but something rose from the rubble.

"So you managed to survive."

"You shit!…"

It was the leader of the rising witch. At the last moment, he had saved his life by spreading a barrier and holding out behind him.

But that's all.

His physical condition was quite terrible, so he would not last long to live.

He had blocked the attack, but perhaps he could not completely block it all, so his face was half melted, and his entire body was burnt. One of his arms is missing.

Even just breathing was painful for him, so I decided to leave him alone because I thought he wouldn't be able to last long.

"Why did you kill them? Don't you feel sorry for our fellow colleagues who work for the world?"

"What?"

I was wondering what he was talking about, so I thought it was a new kind of bullshit.

When I closed my mouth in confusion, he glared at me with an angry look.

"Do you not feel sorry for those who die in your hands?"

"I originally thought you were crazy, but you're even crazier than I thought."

"What did you say?"

"You stormed the train and killed all the passengers, so what are you talking about?"

That's why I'm dumbfounded.

The men had attacked the train and killed every passenger they saw.

He treated me like a bad person because his colleagues were dead, so to be honest I was just upset.

"They're worthless humans, so they deserve to die!"

"Aren't you the one who tried to kill me in the first place? We've decided to kill each other, so why are you talking about what's wrong with me now?"

"That's.. it's..."

"If they can't kill me, they have to die."

"You ... Who are you?"

He gave up his argument and asked about my identity.

But I can't answer it.

Because behind him, I saw countless shadows flying towards us from outside.

Claaedang

A flash of white light shone through the wide-open back door and split the witch in two.

Thump!

A straight line passed from the top of his head to the base of his thigh, and as soon as the white shadow jumped over the witch and landed on the ground, his body split and collapsed to both sides.

Blood does not flow out of the body because the separate sides are frozen with white ice.

Outside of the fallen body was a picture of a female soldier in a white robe waving.

"Are you okay?"

When the woman looked back at me and asked in a worried tone, I replied with a nod.

The pattern on his shoulder plate was in the form of a pure white eagle.

It was the mark of the Border Knight Guards, who were in charge of protecting the empire.

"I hope you can feel safe now. Border Guard has arrived."