Chapter 1802: The Oriental Exchange Student at the Magic Academy 35

Everything that happened last night at Vispas Comprehensive Magic Academy made the Holy Emperor extremely angry.

The Holy Hall could not tolerate Jin Chen killing the Holy Son and raising demons, and even had reason to suspect that Jin Chen and Laisuo were demon tribe spies and traitors inside the academy.

Therefore, after the Holy Emperor learned the news early in the morning, he sent a summons to the academy, demanding a reason for killing the Holy Son and that the culprit be handed over to the Holy Hall for punishment.

Inside the Holy Hall.

The Holy Emperor, filled with furious energy, sat high on the throne, while the mages belonging to the Holy Hall below stared at each other, the atmosphere stagnant and Silence.

Only when the person summoned by the Elf from Vispas Academy arrived did the Holy Emperor, from his nostrils, sneer, "I want to see what excuse Ailinna still has."

Really sorry, I never need an excuse when I act.

Dean Ailinna still wore her tall, noble, elegant purple magic robe, leading the academy's senior teachers and two youths as they gradually approached,

Except for him, the academy members no longer showed any respect to the Holy Emperor, even superficially.

Arrogant to the extreme.

Laisuo, held by Jin Chen around the waist, gazed at the Holy Emperor with undisguised vicious killing intent.

The Holy Emperor noticed this, his eyes slightly narrowed with dignity, feeling that something was off.

"Dean Ailinna, regarding last night's events, won't you give me an explanation?"

"No, before that, I have another matter to inform you."

Ailinna interrupted the Holy Emperor's questioning, her slender fingers raised slightly while wearing gauze gloves.

The deans of the other five academies followed closely, appearing in the hall, their expressions uniformly cold, even those who had previously been on good terms with the Holy Emperor.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty the Holy Emperor." That dean especially emphasized the two words 'Your Majesty,' mocking the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor suddenly stood up, "What do you mean?!"

The deans of the six academies, the ancient monsters who have lived for who knows how many years, and the foremost experts of the Western Europe Continent's magic world simultaneously produced in the Holy Hall the cooperation agreements they had once signed with the Holy Emperor, even the actions of destroying them in sync.

"Effective immediately, the six great academies jointly terminate the cooperation agreement with the Holy Hall; for each day you remain alive, the agreement is voided for one day."

The mages below stared dumbfounded, completely unaware of what had happened.

Immediately afterward, Ailinna released, via projection magic, what she and the imperial family had jointly investigated.

"We have ample evidence, Your Majesty the Holy Emperor, that you are the traitor colluding with demons within the magic world, and the spies you planted in the six academies have already confessed."

"Raising monstrous demons, trading with Void evil spirit mages, and even using mages' lives as your shield."

Ailinna curled her lips, eyes blazing, "How will you explain this now?"

After a few seconds of dead silence inside the Holy Hall, the Holy Emperor, perhaps feeling he had no further rebuttal, suddenly sighed and then, unexpectedly, laughed.

Completely unlike his former pretense, the Holy Emperor suddenly went mad, as if tearing off all masks.

"What a pity, the final step was actually ruined by you!"

The Holy Emperor, utterly unconcerned, faced the mages' incredulous and angry gaze and laughed wildly, "It doesn't matter; soon, none of you will be able to stop me."

As his words fell, a mage in the corner suddenly screamed, clutching his heart as it floated midair, as if something were piercing his heart to absorb his magic.

In just a few breaths, that mage's flesh and blood vanished completely, his magic dissipated.

At the same time, the Holy Emperor's wand grew ever more brilliant, absorbing limitless power with tremendous force.

This move even surprised Ailinna.

The green-haired magic dean helped up the emaciated mage, exclaiming, "It's devouring! This..."

An inconceivable notion lingered in everyone's minds.

Ailinna questioned, "You're actually a Void mage too!"

Jin Chen's pupils shifted slightly as he slowly lifted his gaze to the mad Holy Emperor, raising an eyebrow.

"Hahahahaha!"

The Holy Emperor laughed loudly, raising his wand high, "You foolish lot, this is my turf!"

Several magic deans rushed forward to stop him, but hindered by the terrain, when they tried to seize the Holy Emperor they were half a beat slow, managing only to rescue a few innocent mages before being flung back by an invisible force.

Immediately, throughout the vast hall, from the center a complex spiderweb-like magic formation lit up at extreme speed, the devouring vortex of the Void mages spiraling high above.

"Fall back!"

Ailinna reacted instantly, without chanting, raising her hand to form a huge magic barrier that shielded everyone behind her.

The five deans of different magic stood shoulder to shoulder with her, opposing the Holy Emperor whose identity had been exposed.

"No…… no! Everyone, fly up!"

The lightning-system magic dean, also an attack mage, suddenly realized something and shouted.

Upon hearing the order, everyone hastily used short-flight scrolls, but the slower mages didn't make it in time and were directly sucked into the magic formation by a pulling force.

"This is the long-lost Void devouring formation..."

The speaking dean's face grew grave, "Once activated… it cannot be easily undone."

The Holy Emperor hovered above the magic formation, absorbing the power of various mages; Laisuo, seeing this, finally understood why the Holy Hall's mages from last night were so weak.

"Jin Chen."

The Holy Emperor suddenly shouted that name, blazing eyes fixed on the youth standing behind the barrier, "Do you know how regrettable I find this? I wasted a pure Holy Son's body, yet couldn't bewitch you over."

"Your power differs from theirs! I desperately need it."

Jin Chen restrained the suddenly agitated Laisuo, his cold eyes narrowing, "So, possessing Lain's body and devouring part of Laisuo's soul—was the instigator all you?"

His tone was dangerously extreme, yet the Holy Emperor remained oblivious, offering no rebuttal, utterly pleased with himself.

"Good."

Jin Chen's expression turned cold and stern, "You are doomed."