Chapter 491, Blood and Flowers (10)

Zhuo opened his eyes and looked around at the environment that made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

It was probably the feeling of disappointment when waking up and finding that everything had changed, and also a bit of anger that it was just the right time to be in hell.

As for the so-called "classmate version of Lu Mingze", of course it has disappeared.

Zhuo understood immediately that he had just escaped from an illusion driven by the spirit of words.

"Senra" is a rare word spirit that only the descendants of the White King can use. In fact, it uses the eyes to control the opponent's mind and write what is in one's mind into the opponent's mind.

The releaser can induce or even force the target to see any scene, a blazing inferno, or a deceased relative.

At a glance, everything is covered.

Zhuo leaned back and sat down on the floor tiles.

His mind was in a mess, so he changed the environment and made Zhuo, who didn't understand the present tense, sit on the ground. However, he didn't intend to talk to anyone else. He just slapped the floor beside him as if to vent his anger.

When Zhuo chose to remain unknown in this world, what Ling was most worried about was not that he would attract attention.

Nor were they those who were attracted by his abilities and tried to tangle with him.

Instead, there will be people who will impose the three great human desires on others.

As expected, things are being forced to happen now. What Zhuo and the others had agreed on did not include what happened today.

There was a frogman who had been following Zhuo's forehead with his eyes ever since he woke up, but there were too many frogmen here staring at every place of Zhuo, so this was not surprising.

However, the frogman's eyes seemed a little eager to try, which gave Zhuo a premonition that "he was probably an impatient person when he was alive."

When Zhuo Hao supported himself with his hands on both sides, sat back on the ground, and raised his head to look over there... he saw the frogman raising the spear in his arm and rushing towards him.

Zhuo had just come back to his senses from his trance, and the incident happened at the moment when he wanted to look up and look around. Needless to say, Zhuo couldn't see what was happening outside his sight.

The frogman's target was the center of Zhuo's brows when he raised his head—no, his eyes. Zhuo immediately met the spear's line of sight.

The sound of "buzz buzz buzz" breaking through the air indicated that the spear was not in a static state of moving straight forward and backward, but was in a state of rotation. Because the speed was very fast, and because Zhuo's movements were relatively slow, he had no chance to dodge the thing in front of him.

"Sir, could you please not touch me casually?"

Before the high-speed rotating spear pierced his right eyeball, the spear's movement was forced to stop and broke into pieces, as if what collided with the spear was not the fragile pupil, but something indestructible.

Zhuo swept the iron chips from the spear that broke into his face into his palms, pretending to be gentle and reminding him quietly.

It looks gentle only on the surface.

He was already feeling annoyed because he could only watch himself fall into a planned trap, and then he found that someone was trying to provoke him, which made Zhuo even more angry.

The frogman slowly retracted his spear upon hearing the sound. After determining what had happened from the broken top of the spear and the position of Zhuo's eyeball, even his distorted face trembled slightly and took a step back.

Zhuo Ze gently threw the crumbs in his hand onto the floor beside him, then tried his best to put on a gentle smile.

Before he knew it, the church had fallen silent. Zhuo could feel the frogmen's attention focused on him, but he was too annoyed to care.

At the same time, he was also calm.

Those things before were just hallucinations, not real. As long as he wanted, he could find an excuse.

"Senra" is a very high-level word spirit that drags people into an illusion, rather than just a disguise. It is recorded in history that when a Japanese monk met the emperor, he performed a lot of illusions. In the illusion, the monk transformed into a hideous evil ghost or an enlightened Buddha in the blink of an eye.

Of course, the emperor would not easily indulge in illusions. He had seen the most gorgeous and strange things in the world, but he just couldn't get rid of the illusion created by the monk because the illusion was forced.

People who are in an illusion are either awakened by external interference or rely on their own efforts to find the problem with the illusion, but that is too difficult. The creator of the illusion will always strive to make the illusion close to the real world.

Zhuo was awakened by the frogman's external force, and the result was that the experience in the illusion was too illusory and too real. If he wanted to, he could find an excuse to deceive himself and pretend that nothing had happened. But he just didn't want to deceive himself, so he felt troubled. Or anxious.

Zhuo couldn't convince himself, and he didn't know what to do. If possible, Zhuo hoped that he could calm down and think about it.

It would be nice if that were true.

The frogmen around him probably noticed it too, they stared at Zhuo's hand, but Zhuo didn't do anything yet. If the frogmen thought he just did it by chance, then Zhuo couldn't do anything.

A monster that has lost its mind naturally won't care about a temporary defeat, and it is obviously not enough to expect the frogmen to give up hunting based on this.

Immediately, two frogmen retreated from the "prey" and appeared in the corner of the wall. Their sharp claws pierced into the wall, and the cracked bricks gurgled down, looking like they could collapse at any time. The two frogmen had already taken the lead and climbed up by force. The way they climbed was completely relying on their claws, clinging to the wall like a gecko, and moving above the "prey".

Then the speed of the charge suddenly increased. These guys chose to fight head-on from the blind spot above their heads. The two frogmen each held their weapons downwards. They were shaped like big knives made from modified arm bones. The dark body fat flowed through the blades from their bodies and burned violently under the high temperature. These were two giant blades like those of fire demons. It can be imagined that with such high temperature and sharpness, even cutting an elephant would not be much more difficult than cutting cheese.

The two giant blades moved forward in unison, as if to cut open the skull of the "prey" from top to bottom.

Then, as if without any leverage, the "prey" in their eyes bounced up from the ground without any basis, and slammed its knees into the faces of the two frogmen.

As soon as the two frogmen were forced back by his strength, they were immediately attacked by his claws. To be more precise, he only grabbed the faces of the two frogmen.

In terms of strength alone, the frogmen couldn't even feel any strength on their faces, which made them think that the opponent was very weak. While being knocked away, they began to struggle violently, trying to break free from the hands that were restraining their faces.

However, they discovered another thing that they could not escape even if they realized the truth.

[Answer: Change the direction of blood flow in the body...]

The frogmen's eyes widened at the sudden change of situation.

Without any warning, the frogman who was flying backwards suddenly began to twitch. His body surface turned almost black and red. The sticky blood broke through the capillaries and hung on the branches of the sweat hairs. Every pore on his body was seeping with blood. Then, even the arteries that had been strengthened by his bloodline and could to some extent withstand the extremely corrosive dragon blood ruptured, and the manifestation was that blood began to spurt out like fountains from the weak skin of his wrists, ankles, joints, neck, etc.

The two frogmen were slowly placed on the ground, still twitching occasionally.

Zhuo slowly straightened up, his hands hanging down at the crotch of his pants, turning them around, observing his surroundings. "Hello."

"..."

The direction from which Zhuo was shouting was outside the church. Even though it was difficult to see the situation in the darkness outside in the sea of ​​fire, if the number of people was obvious enough, they could still be discovered.

In Kassel College, almost all the visitors entering the venue were under Norma's surveillance. Although the surveillance camera was destroyed, the general location could still be confirmed.

Because the noise here was too loud, dangerous incidents and violent explosions occurred, so in this busy night with people coming and going, students and operators still gathered and rushed over. Each grade and department was distinguished by a different standing position, and generally only those who could be seen were those with combat capabilities.

An irrelevant person broke into the school as an intruder. Zhuo was clear about his position on this matter, so he tried to maintain a gentle tone as much as possible.

In response to Zhuo's words, the students outside did not choose to respond.

"Sorry, can someone go get a school committee member or teacher to come over? We can't have uninvited outsiders wandering around."

"…I've already called them. I heard that Vice Principal Flamel, who was on patrol, is coming this way."

"That's good."

Although in Zhuo's impression, Vice Principal Flamel, nicknamed "Night Watchman", always stayed in the bell tower, drinking and watching pornographic videos. With such a big thing happening, I think he would go out occasionally.

To put it another way, Ange should be busy with the S-level freshman Lu Mingfei to deal with the newly awakened "King of Bronze and Fire" Constantine, and probably has no time to come here.

Zhuo thought so, and he felt a little relieved after making up his mind.

The quick response and action of the outside personnel made Zhuo breathe a sigh of relief. He shrugged his shoulders, then smiled guiltily at the frogmen who were still surrounding him and eyeing him covetously.

It is true that the illusion is fake, but it is precisely because it is too likely to happen, or it has happened and was just reset...that it makes people worry.

Zhuo is aware of his own shortcomings and does not think he is special enough to be taken care of. In other words, he does not believe in the fantasy that "individual heroism can defeat everything".

If I really insist on having my own way and end up with an irreparable ties with Kassel Academy, I will definitely be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

After all, humans are social animals. Families, relatives, friends... these precious things are what Zhuo feels should not be let go. Correspondingly, if you damage the things you cherish for the sake of a momentary emergency, it is definitely wrong to do so. At least when Shuichi and Sa Chiko are working, they will also face the situation where they have to bow their heads.

Zhuo also planned to do so.

But at this time, another frogman appeared behind Zhuo as if by teleportation, and the silver dagger flashed, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Zhuo's back.

Before stabbing out with the sword, the frogman gathered his strength for a moment and put one hand behind his back like an elegant gentleman. It looked no different from modern fencing, but the power and speed contained in the attack were terrifying.

It was so fast, as fast as a bullet from a gun! Fencing, which seemed to be a show of fancy moves, became a terrifying killing weapon when it reached this level.

However, his speed was not as fast as a bullet, and no matter how sharp the sword was, it could not really hurt Zhuo. Despite this, when he was gathering strength, the iron filings that Zhuo had thrown down on the ground had regrouped and merged into an ordinary-looking dagger that he held in his hand. He did not turn around, but simply stretched out one arm behind his back to block the stabbing sword.

At the same time, thick black fog quickly gathered above the head. When he breathed in, the fog was as thick as a ball of cotton soaked in ink. The black color was faintly transparent, and electric arcs flashed from time to time.

Click————

A giant python-like lightning snake fell down.

This was an absolute speed that no human could dodge or even react to. Even Zhuo was no exception.

Lightning was like a signal that broke through the night sky. The crumbling church finally collapsed with a loud cracking sound. "Boom! Boom! Gululu—" it became shorter at a not very fast speed.

Click——Click——

"Replace live ammunition!" The principal's voice was heard in all students' communication channels.

They had no time to think, nor did they need to think, because the principal was the absolute leader on this campus. Hundreds of guns were loaded with live ammunition and aimed at the shadows in the burning church. They did not notice the doubtful and puzzled looks cast at them in the firelight.

Zhuo, who was being struck by continuous lightning, turned around and looked at them again, trying hard to put on the right attitude and not let his expression look too bad.

Of course, he knew there was no smile in his eyes.

Behind him, hundreds of bullets slid into the gun chamber and the firing pin ignited the primer.

Zhuo realized what was going to happen next.

Gunfire set the entire dark campus ablaze. Thousands of live bullets accurately hit the black shadow in the smoke and dust. The constantly flashing thunder was the best beacon. The students kept changing magazines. They did not receive the order to stop shooting, and they did not dare to stop. In such a violent barrage of bullets, the black shadow always stood firm and did not fall down.

What kind of monster is this!

The 'Immortals', or the frogmen, also received orders to release Word Spirits without restraint, but not all of their Word Spirits were lethal, just like the Word Spirit of Discipline from before, which was useless at this critical moment.

Despite this, there are still all kinds of incredible weather problems happening out of nowhere, hurricanes appearing out of nowhere, thunder roaring in low clouds, and other things that violate the laws of physics.

One of the tall frogmen finally built up the final flame. He withdrew his palms that were inserted into the iron door. The iron door had been melted into something between gas and liquid. It danced with the flames between his hands, and then with a beast-like roar, it shot towards the center of the church like a high-pressure water gun...

The last bullet left the chamber, the last shell was fired into the air, the campus was filled with pungent smoke, and everyone was looking at the figure standing with his hands drooping in the smoke.

Chu Zihang was also watching, observing his expression. Or rather, he wanted to see his expression.

It was also at this time that he saw another thing that shocked him since the rainy night several years ago.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be a black hole.

Whether it was fire, glacier, or lightning bullets, they all mysteriously disappeared on their way to the boy... To be more precise, they deviated from their direction and gathered at the fingertips of the boy's hands, and then became unclear.

Zhuo's current state is with his hands open facing each other, as if he is holding a "non-existent" basketball.

The basketball did not really exist. At the tips of his fingers was an orange sphere that looked like the sun.

(End of this chapter)