"Be angry! Roar! Release!"
A sharp and piercing laughter echoed in the world once again shrouded in crimson. The Black Wizard spread his two strongest arms wide, holding a Law book in one hand and a wooden staff in the other, bowing his head, overlooking the humble beings below, laughing maniacally: "Blood shall illuminate all things of the world! In this world, I am the only God! Every drop of Magic Power you waste shall contribute to the true colors of the universe, making this world more solidly built..."
Dark red colors sared across the sky, making the world seem like a gigantic, semi-transparent red jelly. Zheng Qing felt as if he were stuck in a huge swamp, every move he made was exceptionally laborious.
"So compared to Demons, I prefer Black Wizards."
Not far behind the young cost student ca Dylan’s slightly sharp mockery: "Probably Black Magic really has a corrosive effect on the brain. These Black Wizards are stupidly cute, always revealing the details of their magic bit by bit in duels... It gives a satisfying feeling of intellectual superiority."
"The legendary, hoo-hoo, do villains die from talking too much?" ca the panting voice of Xin Fat Man from the side.
Zheng Qing didn’t know if he should smile at this mont, to show he shared the optimistic sentint of his companions. But the increasingly intense crimson and the massive figure nearly covering the entire battlefield made the atmosphere here oppressive to the extre, making it impossible to smile.
"In other words, we should avoid using shape-shifting magic for now." Xiao Xiao’s calm voice followed, slightly raising his voice as if trying to let more people hear: "But it still can’t be confird whether physical contact will cause Magic Power loss."
The next second, the deputy director of the School Works Committee answered Xiao Xiao’s question with action.
The purple centipede’s back suddenly split open, revealing two pairs of semi-transparent wings, silently vibrating. The originally awkward insect, aided by these wings, suddenly beca agile and nimble, like a purple lightning bolt, passing through countless tentacles beneath the Black Wizard’s chin, heavily stabbing at its neck.
Hiss!!
Ah!!
The centipede and the Black Wizard scread simultaneously, dozens of varying-sized arms all swung at its neck, but just before those hands reached for the neck, the centipede biting the Black Wizard’s neck had already let go, slowly falling to the ground, significantly shrinking in size compared to before the attack.
Professor Simon of Starry Sky Academy shifted his true form, the large Fire Dragon had shrunk into a fire snake. He shuttled through the Void, at the critical mont, pulling back the purple centipede.
"Don’t co into physical contact with it."
The purple centipede was already unable to maintain its true form in mid-air, reverting to the figure of the gray-robed Elder Wizard. His voice was weak, yet clearly conveyed to each Hunter’s ear: "The target is severely polluted by Starry Sky... Moreover, contact will plunder our Magic Power. It is recomnded to use dium to long-range non-shape-shifting attacks."
Zheng Qingyuan thought this request would greatly limit the performance of the other Hunters, as it seed to him that few Wizards present used Charm Guns like he did.
But he soon realized his own shallowness and narrow-mindedness.
Every hunting team present was prepared with one or Two Charm Guns, and besides these formally registered teams showcased more dazzling attack thods, such as Flying Swords, Javelins, bows, Alchemy Puppet, summoned creatures, Activated Stone Statues, Armor, and even Tree n.
Especially those Alchemy Puppets and Gargoyles, whose creators from different teams were unknown, erged continuously from the battlefield edges, rushing toward Walter like a small mountain. Carried by its tattered long robes trailing on the ground, they climbed like ants, various weapons gleaming brightly hacked at it with a tendency to bite more than an elephant.
Of course, it wasn’t only Wizards who could mass-produce weapons.
The pyramid building had already descended and opened all surrounding portals, releasing group after group of experintal subjects—werewolves, Blue Demons, creatures with bird heads and bat wings, Berserkers, etc.—screaming, wielding sharp claws and teeth, tangled in a lee with the Wizards’ summoned beings.
Above, the school’s three Big Wizards entangled most of Walter’s attention so that its hundreds of arms could not influence the ground battle.
Below, ten hunting teams and the Black Wizard’s experintal subjects tangled together, the entire battlefield resembling a pot of boiling blood.
Whoo!
A giant stone swept over Zheng Qing’s head, smashing into a group of Blue Trolls rushing toward Absolution, directly crushing several who couldn’t dodge in ti into at patties.
The young cost student turned his head and saw the Fat Wizard who had transford into a Blue Giant.
Compared to the true forms of the Big Wizards or the Second Rank combat formation of the Bo Fu Clan’s Giants, Xin Fat Man’s Blue Giant seed like an underdeveloped dwarf but was terrifying to most monsters on the battlefield.
"Shoot with assurance, we’re around you!"
The Blue Giant greeted his team’s leader with a rumbling voice, while casually picking up a charred tree trunk from the ground. Its huge palm randomly wiped the tree to create a slightly polished wooden gun, then leaned back, twisted the waist, swung the arm, and threw it with force. The dark wooden gun rushed past with a frightening roar, stringing several howling Trolls like a chain of blood gourds.
Zheng Qing retracted his gaze, taking a light breath.
Then opened the Remington’s magazine in his hand to confirm that it was loaded with Blood Symbol Bullets. He raised his head, squinting at the vast, goat-like ancient face erging in the dark.
Such a large target, he could hit it even with his eyes closed.
The only problem was whether to hit the eyes or the forehead.
Mid-air, mocking voices of Black Wizards toward the school’s Big Wizards rang sharply: "Heh heh heh... Do you know? You old geezers are like dogs who’ve been beaten up too many tis, dodging and hiding when they see people..."
Zheng Qing no longer hesitated, held his breath, aid at the Black Wizard’s head, and directly pulled the trigger.
Boom!
A flash of crimson flowed imperceptibly in this blood-red world.
Zheng Qing could barely blink before seeing the dead center of the Black Wizard’s forehead explode with a terrifyingly large wound, revealing swirling darkness.
Unexpected and unsurprising, this symbol bullet did not take its life.
In the night, several blood stars quietly shattered simultaneously with the wound’s appearance, while that massive wound quickly reverted to origin amidst the pervasive crimson.
As if that wound a mont ago was Zheng Qing’s illusion.
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