Chapter 131: The Rhine (1) It feels a bit like walking on clouds...

As these four words came out of his mouth, Xie Bian felt that every part of his body was numb and even his breath was frozen.

As a high-level ghost messenger in Fengdu, he had seen this spell.

...I have only seen it at King Yama's place.

Xie Bian stared at the two men suspended in mid-air, his brain buzzing. Xuan Chi was also staring at Si Ling. A moment later, Xuan Chi leaped forward with his halberd in hand.

Seeing him coming to kill him, Si Ling felt very uneasy.

First of all, she didn't know what spell she had inexplicably used. It appeared suddenly, just like the time when she faced Moloch. The power she felt from it was even stronger than last time, almost making her unable to control it.

At the same time, she was not sure whether Xuan Chi would suddenly cast the same spell.

If he does, she's probably dead.

Si Ling held her breath and calmed herself down. Seeing Xuan Chi's long spear coming towards her face, she immediately raised her hands and blocked it with her two swords.

Unexpectedly, the huge human figure formed by skulls behind her made the same move in an instant, and its arms firmly circled her. The hands holding the bone sword were closer to her body, and the crossing movement almost hit Xuan Chi.

Xuan Chi's eyes flashed, and he quickly retreated to avoid the attack.

Si Ling looked at the skeleton illusion behind her in surprise, and the illusion looked back at the same time as her.

"Hahaha?" Si Ling laughed. Seeing Xuan Chi coming to kill her again, she felt more confident and swung her sword to meet the attack.

The two men's weapons clashed, sending flashes of light and shadow flying. The mortal world couldn't see the magic of ghosts, but their fierce clash was so intense that some of the light and shadow pierced the barrier between the three realms, flashing like thunder in the clouds of the mortal world. Crew members on some passing ships saw the flashes and took out their phones to take pictures. The topic quickly became a trending topic on larger platforms: #AtlanticClearSkyLightning.

Five minutes later, the door of the Ghost Academy principal's office was kicked open, and Satan rushed in aggressively. Seeing the head of the Nordic god on the table, he was obviously stunned: "Why are you here? Where is Lucifer?" he asked sternly.

"Well, welcome, Mr. Satan." Mimir smiled naively. "Principal Lucifer is not here, and I guessed you would come, so I waited for you here."

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the sofa not far from the desk: "Please sit down."

Satan was in a bad mood at the moment, but considering that Mimir was a "foreign aid" invited from Northern Europe to help, he controlled his emotions, sat on the sofa, and asked him in a fairly calm tone: "What the hell is Lucifer doing?"

"I was just trying to explain this to you, Mr. Satan." Mimir jumped up, turned his head twice, and faced the window. "Look—"

Satan followed his gaze and saw a human figure made of skulls hanging in the distance. It seemed to be quite some distance away from Hohenzollern Castle, but even so, they could still see a clear outline and the exquisite fighting moves.

"I once saw this kind of magic at Zeus's dinner. It was a banquet held to welcome some friends from the East. A Mr. Yang, in a drunken stupor, displayed this skill. We thought Ragnarok had arrived early."

Mimir said this and then jumped twice more, turning himself back to face Satan. "I have no intention of questioning your friendship with Principal Lucifer, but I would like to say that if he really has such ability, it wouldn't be too much to ask him to reverse your identities, right?"

The vein on Satan's forehead jumped. "I don't understand what you mean by 'friendship'."

“Oh, of course… I’m sorry for saying that.” Mimir laughed stiffly, “But that’s not the point. The point is—”

He paused, then told Satan earnestly, "I suggest you return to Hell immediately and take necessary precautions to prevent innocent ghosts from getting hurt."

Satan was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant by "Twilight of the Gods".

Satan took a deep breath, turned around and left in big strides. Before opening the door, he did not forget to say "thank you" to Mimir.

"You're welcome." Mimir smacked his lips.

Three minutes after Satan left, the teachers from the Goblin Academy arrived. Mimir led them in casting a barrier around the school, strictly forbidding students from leaving. The Goblin students gathered in the square in front of the castle, watching the fight from afar through the barrier.

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Si Ling and Xuan Chi had unknowingly fought from above the sea to above the mountains and rivers. During this time, Si Ling had always focused on defense because she felt that she could not control this unfamiliar power. In order to avoid accidentally hurting Xuan Chi, she just wanted to gradually exhaust his strength through defense.

But as time went on, she gradually realized that this plan was not very feasible.

...because although she could easily handle Hyun Chi's attacks, Hyun Chi showed no signs of fatigue. Common sense told her that the more powerful the spell, the more energy it consumed. If she continued wasting time like this, she might be exhausted first.

While Si Ling's thoughts were racing, Xuan Chi suddenly stopped and chanted a spell, and countless phantoms instantly attacked Si Ling waving long spears.

Si Ling's eyes flashed, he raised his hand and released his energy, the spell attacked like a violent storm, the phantom was swept away before he could dodge, and disappeared in an instant.

But at the moment when the last phantom disappeared, Xuan Chi's real body suddenly came down from the air and was already very close to Si Ling.

Seeing that the sharp blade of the halberd was about to hit Si Ling's eyebrows, at the critical moment, Si Ling raised his hand and threw something.

"Crack--" The long spear slashed across the forehead fiercely, and the black pupil flashed in Xuan Chi's white eyes, but he saw cotton fluttering up from the fallen figure, and it was a dummy.

It is the prop [Substitute Puppet] given by Mammon when I entered school.

Si Ling's real body was teleported five meters away. Seeing the puppet being split in half, she sneered and said, "It's really scary, isn't it?"

The next second, Xuan Chi looked up stiffly and attacked again. The black smoke was like several poisonous snakes, roaring and rushing towards Si Ling.

Si Ling took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and remained silent. The black smoke coming towards her continued to roar and swirl around her, as if influenced by an invisible force.

Xuan Chi's white eyes trembled slightly, and he cast a spell again. Several black snakes rushed out, and the black smoke became thicker in an instant. As it coiled, it quickly turned into a black ball as tall as a person, wrapping Si Ling inside.

Si Ling's thin lips moved as she silently chanted a spell. She had no idea where the spell came from, but she recited it fluently. The skull-shaped phantom outside the black sphere also paused, its eyes lowered like hers, and remained silent.

Xuan Chi cast the spell with all his might, the black smoke continued to increase, and the black ball grew bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light burst out from the lower side of the black ball, as if a black umbrella blocking the sun suddenly had a hole in it, and a scorching beam of light shot out straight out.

Xuan Chi's face changed, and in the blink of an eye, more beams of light pierced through the black smoke and shot out. The humanoid phantom behind him suddenly opened his arms, and the black ball with holes in it suddenly dispersed, turning into countless black lines that rushed towards the skull, and were absorbed completely the moment they touched the skull.

The skull laughed wildly, like the sound of a murderer from the depths of hell.

In front of the human figure, Si Ling's eyes turned blood red and stared at Xuan Chi coldly.

Xuan Chi felt something was wrong, so he jumped up and threw all kinds of spells at Si Ling.

Si Ling remained motionless until she was about a meter away. She flung her two-handed daggers up and leaped in pursuit. The daggers collided in mid-air, transforming into a giant sword. Si Ling caught it with ease and smashed it fiercely at Xuan Chi.

Xuan Chi held his halberd horizontally to block the attack: "Boom——"

The sky collapsed, the earth cracked, and rocks rolled down.

Xuan Chi was bounced away by the sword energy and fell rapidly without any support.

Virtually all of Western Hell shook. In the center of Satan's castle square, a several-meter-tall statue of Satan crashed to the ground, shattering into countless rubble. In Lingbo City, sword energy pierced through weak areas of the barrier, sending weaker, less powerful demons stumbling. On the island, the barrier held together by Lucifer and Xie Bian was almost completely destroyed. Fortunately, they were far enough away that no one was injured. At the Demon Academy, professors from all cultures breathed a sigh of relief as the ground beneath their feet stabilized.

Mimir sighed with a lingering feeling: "Miracle, this is a miracle."

Si Ling landed steadily above the endless mountains. The huge skeleton phantom behind her gradually dissipated as she fell into the green mountains.

She held her breath again, trying to sense the unique breath of the evil spirit, but she got nothing for a long time.

Si Ling frowned slightly and could only chant the spell: "Netherworld Vision."

She looked around and saw that the mountain scenery had become hazy, but after searching for a long time, she finally found the inconspicuous black shadow in the distance below her sight.

Si Ling shook his head, crossed the mountains and headed straight towards the black shadow.

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A few minutes later, Si Ling found Xuan Chi in the river.

This is a tributary of the Rhine River, deep in the mountains and forests. Xuan Chi was unconscious at the bottom of the river, and his breath was almost gone.

To the evil ghost, this meant that she was seriously injured, but Si Ling breathed a sigh of relief because it meant that even if he woke up, he would not be able to defeat her for the time being.

She looked at Xuan Chi's unconscious face and shook her head, then reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him out from the water.

She pulled him all the way to the shore, and when she let go of his hand, her heart relaxed. Suddenly, she felt tired and collapsed to the ground.

She took a deep breath and thought about what to do next.

The fight she had just had took a toll on her. If she wanted to recover quickly, she'd better go back to the Ghost Academy, get some sleep, and take some medicine.

But now I'm taking Hyun Chi back...

Not necessarily appropriate.

First, she didn't know when he would wake up, and second, she wasn't sure if he would be in his normal state after waking up.

Indeed, based on experience, it should be true. In theory, a demon that enters the Rakshasa ghost state will return to normal after being defeated. However, such examples are rare, and he has the identity of a divine beast in addition to his identity as a demon, which makes her very unsure.

If she made a wrong judgment, if he woke up in the Ghost Academy still in the Rakshasa ghost state, everyone in the academy, from the principal Lucifer to the hobbits in the kitchen, would have no chance of survival.

But if she doesn't go back, it means that she may have to face him again in his Rakshasa form, and when she is exhausted, then the probability of her defeating him again is probably not much higher than winning the lottery.

Si Ling frowned and pondered for a while, then turned his gaze to Xuan Chi and cast a spell on him: "Burn bones and scorch marrow, corrode orifices and lock essence. Drill nails and calm the soul, all other methods are forbidden."

Then she stood up, hooked her fingers to levitate his body, and used magic to guide him to follow her, walking deep into the forest.

It is autumn now, and the fallen leaves in the forests along the river have piled up thickly, making them soft underfoot.

It feels a bit like walking on clouds.