Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

435: Chapter 421 The Parents’ Visiting TripWhat Mr. Gao said was too vague.

Ensuring our safety? Precautionary measures?

The students couldn’t understand what life-threatening danger they could encounter within America, in a Magic School endorsed by Mr. Gao.

Even if a hijacked plane dived toward the school from high altitude, Mr. Gao could blast it to ashes with one hand.

Children are lively; on a normal school opening day in the past, someone in the student formation would have likely spoken up to ask.

However, Mr. Gao’s recent display of power made them hesitate for a long time before finally choosing to stay quiet and wait.

Mr. Gao raised his right arm, fingers slightly curled; a ball of light appeared in his palm for a moment, and then a magic staff appeared in his hand.

Someone noticed the staff wasn’t a Hogwarts-style baton shape, but a wooden staff like the one used by Tevan from Seventeen.

It was about a meter long, with a straight shaft and a base of tangled tree roots at the top, holding a clear crystal.

Mr. Gao held it up and began to murmur. No one could hear the specific content, only feeling syllables like letter pronunciations buzzing in their ears.

This eerie state lasted for about ten minutes before ending; the students looked around blankly, everything was still the same.

Uh, what magic did Mr. Gao actually cast?

The students didn’t dare doubt, nor were they willing to believe Mr. Gao’s magic had failed; they thought their own talent was insufficient to see the magic’s effect.

Some looked disappointed. Their magic learning career hadn’t even started, yet they were already lagging behind.

But this bit of frustration was quickly diluted by the joy of ”everyone is still at the same starting line” when they saw their Classmates were just as oblivious to the changes.

Neo’s tilted head finally dropped back to its original position—he’d been looking up for too long, his neck was sore and he couldn’t hold it anymore. He looked around and leaned on his cane to go behind Mr. Gao, whispering to ask when the school-protecting artifact would arrive.

He thought it would take a while, but heard Mr. Gao say calmly: ”It’s here.”

Startled, Neo ignored the pain in his neck and looked back at the sky.

Because the sun was high, he couldn’t see if anything had appeared in the sky; moving his gaze toward the sun, his eyes squinted from the sunlight.

After a long time, he finally saw an unusual light amidst the overwhelming sunlight.

The light was milky white, columnar, falling diagonally from high altitude toward the ground, seemingly landing at... the school.

As it got closer, all the teachers and students noticed it, and Neo’s prediction of the landing spot became more precise—the school square.

But he didn’t care where the beam landed now, because the object wrapped in the light captured all his attention.

At the same time, the teachers and students also noticed the strange object.

Was that... a statue?

Neo was the first to confirm—it was a stone statue of god.

Students and staff had seen stone statues of god in videos circulating on the internet, and they recognized it now.

”It’s God!” someone shouted in shock.

The stone statue of god gradually approached the ground; everyone’s pupils were filled by its figure, which wasn’t massive but radiated a holy aura. Almost instinctively, they raised their hands high, offering reverence to God, except for Mr. Gao and the nine teachers.

The stone statue of god seemed to have been pushed, and its falling speed suddenly increased.

Such an obvious change was naturally noticed by everyone.

”It’s... accelerating?” someone said blankly.

Everyone watched with confused expressions; when the statue was less than a thousand meters from the ground and showed no sign of slowing down, terror crawled onto their faces, and they scattered to flee for their lives.

Although the statue was only dozens of centimeters in size, no one dared to assume it wouldn’t kill them; this was a god recognized by the supernatural, and they wouldn’t be surprised if its impact caused a disaster on the level of a nuclear explosion.

Fortunately, things didn’t develop as they expected.

When the statue reached about a hundred meters above the square, it was as if a pause button had been pressed; it stopped abruptly and floated quietly.

Mr. Gao continued to murmur.

The mosquito-like buzzing sounded in everyone’s ears again, and the statue of god, like an inflating balloon, expanded until it stopped changing at several meters high.