Off-campus.
In the night sky.
The huge vortex above the silent forest is still slowly 'strength', like a giant beast that is breathing deeply, but as time goes by, every time it "rises", it will spew out of the vortex with black willow catkins, and they will fall down one after another.
These black catkins fell on the tree crown, and in a moment they stained the emerald green trees black; when they fell on the magic creatures, their eyes turned scarlet in the blink of an eye; when they fell into the soil, they seemed to be clusters of acid liquid full of corrosion, evaporating a burst of unpleasant smells. After the magic creatures with blood-eyed eyes smelled this breath, they grinded their teeth and roared, and their muscles rolled. Some people even began to swallow each other. In just a short time, they transformed into dozens of monsters with amazing aura.
Professor Aimah floated in the air, staring at the vortex without turning his eyes, and ignored the fluttering black catkins and the chaos in the silent forest below.
“—Because on this chessboard, each piece has its own position and responsibility.”
In Sanyou Bookstore, Mr. Wu rarely left his lounge chair, stood in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking at the dark streets outside and the silence forest in the distance, commented with interest: "If the 'hind' is wasting attention on war games, it will only give the 'king' opposite opportunity to take advantage of... In addition, neither of them is a real legend, and the first time they fight, they will inevitably be more cautious and choose a relatively conservative combat method."
Huang Huali was not interested in the noise outside the bookstore.
It squatted on the edge of the windowsill, looking at the translucent figure of the husband in a very melancholy. After a while, he finally couldn't help but shake his tail and complained: "—What's the point of seeing a child fighting? With this free time, it's better to write two more articles of practice, and at least leave me some legacy!"
The gentleman glanced at it and was speechless: "I just went out to see it. I wasn't dead, so I'm at the point where I want to leave a legacy!"
"Isn't it considered dead if you don't see anyone or corpse?" Huang Huali pricked up her ears, opened her amber eyes wide, and said with confidence: "—The Code stipulates that the parties involved have been missing for four hundred years, and you can apply to Dan Hager to declare death! Didn't you consider this situation when you compile the code yourself?"
The sir was speechless.
Huang Huali was stunned for a moment.
"No! You really haven't considered this situation?" It couldn't help but whisper, looking frightened, as if at a loss at the possibility that it had accidentally exposed.
On the contrary, the gentleman was quite comfortable.
He chuckled: "——When I compiled the code, I never thought I could get to this point so soon... Just like when I opened the school gate this morning, the school did not expect to get to the point where I had to pick up the bucket and run away at night."
boom!
Rumble!
Outside the window, the bluestone road on the pedestrian street was flowing like flowing water, and the shops on both sides of the street also moved. A little further away, the corridors connecting the various corners of the school slowly swam like a snake. The castles and buildings in the wall disappeared quietly one after another.
The school’s ‘carrying the bucket and running away’ is of course anthropomorphic rhetorical method.
There are guardian magic circles that need to be maintained, high-sensitivity laboratories that are afraid of falling and shock, and there are also a group of college students who are as fragile as little quails. When they run away from the first university, they naturally cannot shake off the rocks and beasts on their bodies like hill giants who wake up from a long sleep, pull off their legs from the soil, and step on cracks all over the ground in the rumbling vibration.
The "running" of the first university is more like the shifting of chess pieces on a chessboard - with the help of the formation, with the help of the power of the earth veins, the campus exposed to risks is moved to other slightly safer areas.
In this process, the great wizards who stayed behind in the school need to make every effort to maintain the important nodes of the school's guardian magic circle. If necessary, they even need to use their true bodies to replace certain nodes to carry out the surging magic power of the magic circle to ensure that the formation remains stable during the school's "moving".
Therefore, the motorized forces left to the school are slightly insufficient.
Bang!
Pongpong!
A frame was slightly embarrassed to climb up from the ground, raising its sharp blade-like forearms, barely blocking a pair of sharp giant claws falling from the sky. The claws and arms intersected, making a crisp sound like metal collision. The bursting of sparks looked particularly eye-catching in this dim night.
Quar! Quar! Quar!
Accompanied by the hoarse and sharp hiss, the giant claws were closed, and the huge black crow spread its wings that were more than ten meters wide, soaring upward, rolling up several pitch-black tornadoes. It circled, lowered its head, looked at the edge of the lower body with its scarlet eyeballs, and used its only remaining instinct to consider the direction of the next attack.
"—It's so dirty! No wonder the 'school' ran away without saying a word of hello!"
A black-robed witch cut a monster transformed by an ogre into a human pig, then pulled back his copper coin magic sword. Looking at the stained black spots on the sword body, she couldn't help but curse with heartache: "How did Monteria make such a dirty thing! The magic of energy-type is almost ineffective..."
"The monster mixed with demons and starry air is simply walking dung!"
Another witch had a scarf on her face, and she held two chains made of talisman paper in her hand, stared at the big crow hovering not far away, and whispered: "Even if you beat these dirty things to death, this piece of manure will still be left here... It's really right for the school to choose to run away."
"Why don't you use the binding spell?" The male witch looked at the talisman chain waving curiously: "The binding spell will consume some magic power... It's a loss for you to use the talisman chain!"
"It would be better to lose a little than to dirty my Dharma books!" The witch refused firmly and said, "If my Dharma books are involved with these dirty things, I will definitely burn it!"
The male witch had a dark face and glanced at the copper coin sword in his hand, and stopped talking.
Just a flash of body, he disappeared from the spot, venting the anger in his heart to the other hyena-like monster.
breathe--
call--
Another black catkin-like substance erupted from the vortex.
The great wizards floating above the silent forest used their own methods and carefully gathered the dirty things. Going up, Professor Aima, who was standing in front of the vortex, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
After a long "swelling and shrinking", the vortex finally stabilized.
Chapter completed!