Chapter 924 Thawing Heinrich

Under the guidance and protection of the teachers, the evacuation of the psychic tower was carried out in an orderly manner.

The main reason is that these students are not very lively.

Even facing a close-quarters demonic invasion, a life-or-death crisis threatening the destruction of a nation, or even the world, there was no panic. They were neither terrified to the point of losing their minds, nor excited to the point of clamoring.

The influence of the Dusk Path has made their emotions much calmer - even if they were asked to play a horror game and encounter monsters that jump out at them, their heart rates would probably not change much.

When everyone is willing to follow orders, the efficiency of the operation is instantly improved.

As noble spellcasters, they certainly didn't have to walk directly to the port - the bones of the corpses dissolved in the pool could be taken out and used to build a car.

Bones of all sizes flew up from thin air, following the pre-arranged light traces in the void and landing in their corresponding positions. Whenever they formed a complete surface, a sudden flash of light would appear, forming a solid bone wall.

In just a short while, a bus made up of various animals was created out of thin air.

Because the bones used are of different sizes and even races, each car is different in size and decoration.

But each bus basically has 28 or 32 seats - a total of four rows of seats, about seven or eight rows. These "hell buses" made of a lot of bones also have two rows of teeth-like, zipper-like doors at the waist.

They opened their mouths like laughing clowns, and only closed them again after swallowing all the luggage.

Whenever the necromancers filled up a bus, two dim yellow flames would suddenly ignite on the front of this driverless bus. It was as if a monster crawling on the ground suddenly came to life, opened its two huge eyes, and revealed a face as hideous as a demon.

These animated spliced ​​corpses possessed simple intelligence without requiring detailed command or manipulation, and could even serve as simple shelters, shielding them from attacks and curses from lower-level demons.

Those lower-level demons who had no flying ability and could not dodge in time, or who actively tried to stop the bus, were smashed to pieces by them - these temporarily constructed "hell buses" had a structural strength of the third to fourth energy level, and could even crash through solid rock walls!

The demons' colorful blood splatters across the Hell Bus's hood, creating an artistic look reminiscent of street graffiti. Occasionally, a demon is swallowed by the suddenly opened hood, turning it into fuel!

When the bus, its tires trailing blood, pulled up to the port, the front of the vehicle was still chewing slowly. Through the gaps between its huge teeth, one could see the broken limbs and wings of the demons.

While the necromancers of the Ziggurat were quietly waiting for the ship at the port.

Adolf von Menzel walked alone in the deserted ziggurat.

He walked freely in the darkness.

He was so familiar with darkness. This dim, lifeless environment reminded him of the night when he was attacked by the undead and saved by the Wild Hunt when he was young.

"My Holy Father..."

Vice Principal Adolf, who had now briefly become the actual principal, sighed, "Sometimes, you may not have to fulfill all of someone's wishes..."

He originally wanted to use the last time of his life to follow in the footsteps of the Wild Hunt, but this wish was perfectly fulfilled by the Pope - Aiwass directly brought the King of the Wild Hunt to the Ziggurat and brought him in front of him.

He later considered searching for the remains of the Tower of Babel—a legendary structure that remained intact in history, yet no trace of it could be found in the material world. This task was also accomplished by the Pope.

...So Adolf von Menzel had absolutely nothing to do.

——But, I must not die so easily.

Just like his childhood dream, Adolf longed for an ending where he would be consumed by the blazing sun, sealed within it. It was the obsession to etch his existence into the world, the inescapable compulsion of those who transcended the Dusk Path.

Although the transcendents of the Twilight Path possess a powerful ability to prolong their lives, they are not strictly afraid of death, nor do they have much interest in the pleasures of the material world. They simply worry about dying in obscurity and being forgotten after death.

For people in their twilight years, if they are forgotten after death, it means that they have lived in vain.

It's like the Tower of Babel - such a wonder, but after it collapsed no remains were left. How sad it is.

So Adolf decided to use his own life to complete his last work.

I use this work to express my gratitude to the Pope for helping me fulfill my wish; it is also to record my existence in history!

Creative work always requires materials.

There aren't many materials left in the Spirit Tower now... However, people have subconsciously overlooked a material of very high specifications.

——The Count of Leipzig, who had been permanently frozen in the Ziggurat by Adolf himself, was not carried away with the necromancer's evacuation. And as the son of the Red Prime Minister, he was also forgotten with his death... After all, the Count of Leipzig himself did not have much irreplaceable value; his status and position came entirely from the unparalleled deterrent power of the first Red Prime Minister.

But for Adolf, the Count of Leipzig, the noble Prince Henry, had another identity.

——That is his foolish student and creation.

Adolf walked up to Prince Heinrich and slightly extended his hand to touch the ice sculpture.

The frozen Prince Heinrich was instantly unfrozen.

His body suddenly leaned forward, and his trembling body almost fell to the ground.

"W-What do you want to do?!"

Prince Heinrich's voice trembled.

Although he was extremely frightened, he still tried to maintain his dignity - he stretched out his hands to support himself on the wall, and gradually stood up his weak body.

He felt as if a long time had passed since he was frozen... but it also seemed like only a moment. When he woke up, the vague memories of being frozen faded away like a dream, like water escaping through fingers.

He stared at Adolf, whose body was disappearing into the darkness, and shouted, "How dare you attack me... Does the Ziggurat want to bear the wrath of the Red Phase?!"

“Heh… heh…”

Adolf's sarcastic laugh came from the darkness: "Yes, I do. I really do."

The two dim yellow eyes were like two lights in the dark night, or like the dark golden pupils of a wild beast.

"I really want him to come back to life now—if I remember correctly, the Moon Child should be able to easily devour demons of the same level. Demons that are terrifying to ordinary people are as delicious as snacks and health supplements to the Moon Child..."

“…Wha-what?”

Prince Heinrich's pupils suddenly contracted and he trembled violently: "Father...how could it be possible...?!"

"Yeah, how is that possible..."

Adolf's disappointed voice echoed in the darkness: "Father—that's how you see him."

If it weren't for the Son of the Moon's night vision ability, he wouldn't even be able to catch sight of Adolf at this moment.

He looked at the old man who was bald and had only a few hairs left. His body was still trembling, perhaps because the cold had not yet dissipated.

The old man wearing small round glasses with thin rims, his eyes looked as dead as a dead tree covered with snow in winter.

(End of this chapter)