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"Come and try this magic candy. As a Muggle, you must have never eaten such fun things." The fat man bought some strange food on the train and began to entertain Wang Yan enthusiastically.

"Little fat man, can you not want me to call me Muggle?" Wang Yan protested slightly while eating the strange smells.

"Because you are a muggle." The fat man smiled heartlessly, pounding candies. He usually couldn't bear to buy these things. But in order to entertain this muggle from afar, he still made some blood.

"So, are you majoring in flame magic?" After Wang Yan chatted with him for half an hour, this heartless little fat man even gave Wang Yan his back.

The little fat man said firmly: "Fire Magic is the most handsome and powerful magic. Brother Muggle, it's not me who blows you. I will do my best to use a fireball technique, which is as powerful as a rocket shell."

"With your power, this powerful magic will not be used a few times, right?"

"How is it possible? What do you know, a Muggle? When you arrive at the college, we will go to the shooting range to let you see it." The little fat man said unconvincedly, "By the way, the new semester is about to start, and there is a senior who will give the new students a performance test. I will let you see it, Muggle, what is the little flame son!"

The Son of Little Flame is the nickname given by this little fat man himself.

Such awkward nickname made Wang Yan's eyelids thrust out, and he said insincerely: "Okay, I look forward to your performance."

The little fat man patted his chest and said that he would definitely make the Muggle Wang Yan stunned and let him see what the real flame magic is.

"By the way." Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a magic candy that would jump in his mouth, "Is our train safe? Will there be monsters attacking?"

"There have been so many times in history." The little fat man thought about it and said, "Brother Muggle, don't worry, if I really encounter an attack, I will protect you."

It was at this moment.

A black monster rushed from a distance, and with a bang, it hit the train glass hard. The solid glass was broken and the monster rolled into the train.

"What!? Monster Attack!?"

The little fat man was shocked and hurriedly took out his magic wand. His hands kept trembling, "Oh my God, it's a gargoyle."

Gargoyle!

The monster was pitch black all over. It was made of magic stone obsidian. It has strong power and can produce tigers and leopards. It also has strong magic resistance. It is the most popular magic creature that some alchemist magicians use to refine, and is used as subordinates and troops.

“Wow~ah~hhh~come~”

The little fat man stood in front of Wang Yan, dancing the magic circle, and making magic syllables that were difficult to understand. His magic wand shone and condensed a hot ball of fire.

"boom!"

A football-sized fireball flew out in an arc and accurately hit the gargoyle. With the violent explosion, the gargoyle with a combat power of D exploded into pieces.

Wang Yan looked silently from the side. This little fat man had good qualifications and potential. In the face of danger, he could actually react so quickly. He fireball storm was quickly and accurately.

"Damn the black magician." The little fat man complained and shouted hurriedly, "Brother Muggle, follow me closely, I have to go and save my juniors."

The little fat man dared not slacken. While he killed a gargoyle, more gargoyles had already broken through the window and rushed into the carriage. Don’t underestimate the gargoyle of D-level. Many senior students are only at the strength of D-level and D-level.

Some students who have just entered school or are first or two years old, face gargoyles as dangerous as ordinary people facing a tiger.

In the seat next door, several students in magic robes ran out screaming, followed by a hideous gargoyle, whose crescent claws were snatching the head of the last little girl.

"Damn it, it's too late." The little fat man was so blushed that his face turned thick and his neck was thick, and he quickly recited the magic spell. But he knew that he could not save the girl who had just entered school.

Just when the little girl asked the gargoyle to scratch her head, the terrifying gargoyle suddenly seemed to have been hit by a fixed spell and was stationed in the air. The little girl escaped from the tiger's mouth and staggered behind the fat man.

"Fireball!"

The little fat man was surprised and had no time to think about why the gargoyle suddenly stopped. A hot fireball whistled out of his wand and exploded the "stupid" gargoyle.

The fragments of obsidian and fireballs flew around, causing some students to suffer minor injuries. However, even if they were slightly injured, it would be better than being caught by gargoyles to death.

Fireball is worthy of being the favorite of low-level magicians, and it is powerful enough. With the current C+ level strength of the little fat man, if it were other magic, he would definitely not be able to deal with the gargoyle in one shot.

"Senior Bob is so handsome. Woo woo~ Senior Bob, I want to marry you when I grow up."

Some rescued juniors admired the little fat man like God's help and burst into tears. This made the little fat man who was still wondering why the gargoyle stopped instantly burst into blood and shouted with a righteous look, "Everyone follows me, pay attention to the formation, and senior students protect the lower grades."

He rushed into the depths of the carriage with great strides, and his juniors followed him with respect as gods. His fat body was as majestic as a god. The fat man showed his power and was invincible wherever he passed. Every fireball could blow up a gargoyle. He put aside his thoughts and became more and more courageous as he fought.

In a short period of time, more than 20 juniors and sisters were saved. Among them, there were several D-level students. With their protection, the students became much safer.

The entire train seemed to have been attacked by gargoyles.

The battle unfolds everywhere.

Two auras of A-level powerhouses rushed straight into the sky in the front of the car. Lydia's voice was transmitted to each car: "All senior students, protect their juniors, and I will deal with that black magician."

In the sky, lightning and thunder were roaring, and magic fluctuations were as violent as tsunamis.

"Damn it, why was Lydia on the train? Well, how could it be, you, you, you are the prophet Saladin!" A gloomy and angry voice came from the sky.

Obviously, the voice should be the magician behind the attack. The other party obviously did not expect that there were two A-level magicians hidden on the magic train that was usually guarded by only a few B-level mentors.

One of them is Saladin, the descendant of King Solomon.

"Saladin, I'll deal with this black magician." Lydia kept using magic and bombarding the black magician, "Please save our students."

"Don't worry, nothing happened on the train." Saladin was also very angry. He was having a good relationship, but was interrupted by a black magician. "We will work together to kill this garbage."

As for the train, he was not worried. There was a son of flame hidden on the train. Even if he went to an S-level magician, he would not get any benefits.

Boom boom boom boom!

Deafening magic roars came from the sky, and their strength reached the level of A-level magicians. With an attack magic, the momentum was very huge.

Wang Yan did not pay attention to the battle in the sky. That guy Saladin was a tycoon, with his equipment and magic scrolls overwhelmed. Once he had all his strength, he had to think about it even half a step S-level.

On the train, several guarded B-level tutors quickly shocked the venue and led the students to suppress the gargoyles. Among those gargoyles, a few were B-level, a small number were C-level, and most were D-level. The tutors naturally had to deal with those B-level gargoyles.

The rest of the gargoyles can only be fought by the students themselves. Fortunately, there are many senior students on this train. The worst ones are D-level, and a few are C-level, and they can still fight against gargoyles.

During the whole process, the most eye-catching one was the little fat man.

Although the little fat man is only at level C+, he is like a god possessed during the entire rescue process. Each fireball technique can solve a gargoyle, no matter which gargoyle is level C or D.

In a short period of time, he had saved most of the students and organized a counterattack.

Some students were both grateful to him and found it incredible. When did the fireball technique have such power? Even if the D-level gargoyles are not mentioned, even the C-level gargoyles will be shot one by one.

Senior Bob, are you possessed by the God of Dharma?

Countless juniors and sisters looked at Bob with extremely admiration and shouted his name. Under Bob's leadership, the juniors and sisters who could attack magic also rose up and resisted like chicken blood.

Bob's blood was boiling in the cheers, like a great hero. He rushed forward numbly, and when he met the gargoyle who was entangled with the students, he used the fireball technique.

There are already fifteen gargoyles that died in Bob's hands.

"Help." Wood rushed into the crowd from another carriage in a mess. Behind him, there were several D-level magicians. Behind them, a huge gargoyle with black aura swept towards them like a killing god.

"Damn Wood."

"You, you, you, left us and ran away."

"It's over. This B-level gargoyle is not something we can deal with."

If Wood, who is at C+, would they dare to fight to the death and support the mentor to rescue him. But Wood actually abandoned them and ran away first.

The following magicians of Wood all let out desperate wails.

"B, B-level gargoyle!?" Bob's fat body trembled. It was a monster with far superior strength.

"What are you afraid of?" Wang Yanfeng patted his shoulder lightly and said, "Give him a fireball technique, if you don't work, you'll have another shot."

Bob felt an inexplicable force gushing out of his body, howling like a magic god possessed him, "Fireball!"

"boom!"

The B-level gargoyle was shocked.

Bob's confidence increased sharply, and several fireballs shot out like beads.

Something magic happened.

Boom boom boom~ A B-level gargoyle actually exploded into pieces under several fireballs.

What the hell!

Bob looked at this scene stupidly. Could it be that I, Bob, is I, really the reincarnation of the Dharma God? This, this is too awesome.
Chapter completed!