Chapter 234 226: Field Trip (2)

"HAH!" I gasped. "If she's still alive, that means the outer gods won't be coming through after all?"

Noa and I stared at each other.

"You mean… I won't get to fight them?"

"I won't get to kill them…"

Noa raised her hand up, and I met her with mine.

This kind of fate. We were definitely not going to let it happen. Dantalian HAD to die.

"So that we can fight— I mean… stop the danger before it endangers us."

We were going to hell.

"How do we go about this?" Noa asked, all in on the plan without even the need to explain.

"We know the spell to create a portal, we are the ones who dispelled it."

It would have been tough before, but this motherfucker was a proper linguist now. Strength didn't ever stop! Even language was strength and I was the very fucking strongest.

"But, there's a problem," Titania chimed in. "It needs blood to function. And, it would be less since we're all humans and fairies, but the stronger a being the more the blood."

"How many people do you think?" Noa asked.

"At least 10 for both you. 15 to be safe."

That was a lot.

We turned our gaze down at the island at the same time. Don Chiik's show was about to end.

"Now, now, you two seem like perfect devils but you just barely escaped the situation of a student's death. You're really going to make it happen?"

It felt slightly odd for Titania to be caring of other kids. But I could get her.

Even my heart ached when I thought of doing that. We both had just barely escaped Dantalian's control, it seemed we were still weak.

"I have other plans, though," I said.

Noa didn't even need to be told them. She stretched her hand in front of me. Without a word, I snapped my fingers and let her take a few daggers and picked the rest for myself. I also started working on the spell with psychokinesis that Lady Sophia constantly inspired me to develop.

"You're really killing students? How fun."

"Not students, please."

"Only devil worshippers." Noa completed my words with a smirk. "Hey, which one do I not kill?"

"Mohawk. Everyone else is free target practice."

Noa smirked a loud smirk and pulled her hand back.

"HAAP!"

In broad daylight.

Right in the center where hundreds of students had gathered, she tossed a dagger.

It tore through the air, crushed apart the parts of the barrier, and lodged itself in the chest of a confused robed bitch from the occult research club.

"Nice shot!"

"Five points!"

I tossed the dagger in my hand, twisted my stance, and threw it too. The next one was down as well.

With the third, the students realized something was going on.

By the time the seventh was down, they started feeling uncertain.

The eleventh filled them with fear.

And the panicking little lambs only decided to make a move with the fifteenth dead.

"AAAH!"

"MURDER!!!"

"OHH MY GAHHH!"

No time to bother with bullshit. I quickly dabbed my hands with Dantalian's dead blood and wrote a quick message on the walls of the terrace.

"Let's go, Eugene Hall."

Noa Roselle called, and jumped down the parapet with a quick step.

The ethereal mana circle that would transport us was coming along well. Maintaining it, I jumped down the terrace as well and landed straight on the ground.

"Wow, you guys are insane. Fucking insane!"

"You're saying that now, Titania? What happened to the two years we spent together?"

"No, I just missed saying it because you were all tame! Go you insane bastard!"

HAHA!

Trees fell and the ground cracked in our path as Noa and I made our way through the streets and straight to the barrier.

A few seniors were gathering around the dead members of the occult club when.

"I AM NOA ROSELLE'S GHOST! I'LL TAKE REVENGE ON YOU IF YOU DON'T GET LOST!"

As if that would work!

"AAAH!"

"It's a ghosssst!!!"

IT WORKED?!

"Panic, Eugene Hall. People are too easy to panic, especially losers who chose clubs over actually working hard in life."

"Apologize to all club goers right now."

We skidded to a stop in front of the dead body. Which of us had killed Jimmy Ferris, I had no clue.

Mohawk was standing at the side, trembling fervently.

"S-sir Dusk!" He screamed. "What is happening—"

"Yada yada, blah blah, we're going to hell, cya," I grabbed Mohawk with a hand and tossed him away.

The magic circle was completed. Noa had gotten rid of anyone else who could get caught up.

"Ready, Eugene?" She asked.

"You ready yourself. Go buy your porn or something."

"Oh buff naked sexy men can never compare to a screaming demon."

I agreed.

"[@#@$$!##@$#[email protected]#%#@!]"

The ancient spell's chant began.

The blood started to rise.

"Accept this offering, o' gates of hell."

The magic circle solidified as it drooped into the real world.

In the blink of an eye, all the sigils and symbols on it glowed while the circle started to spin like a top without control.

It was happening.

"We're coming straight to hell after you, trash."

"That bitch better not be lying about the outer gods."

She was die to either way.

"OPEN! HELL!"

The blood surrounded us.

And the world turned black.

***

Like a storm, two students had rushed into the club island, scattered and beat up the others, and just like a storm, disappeared.

Seeck Mohawk, unable to process a second of what had happened, sat idly after being tossed away.

His eyes darted to the sky, where a young blonde and two women flew.

It was the principal of the academy, the feared swordsmanship teacher, and the most fearsome Irina.

"What do these brats think of the faculty?"

"I've never seen problem kids like this."

Their conversation was fleeting, it was too far in for Mohawk to follow.

"Ah, someone just went to hell. Our students went to hell."

A tear dripped from his eyes when he heard those words.

"I won't let this pass. Teachers, we're going in too. We'll let the others handle the devil worshippers and retrieve them first."

'All the best, sir Dusk. You'll be remembered fondly.'