Chapter 292: Lanqi thinks it’s time to increase the intensity of the monthly assessment day
The center of the Protoss Royal School of Magic.
Inside that huge meeting hall, the profound power and heavy historical glory are reflected, silently enveloping every corner.
The sounds in the hall seemed to be cut off by the changes on the screen; it became eerily quiet.
On the screen, the classroom that was harmonious a few minutes ago has become like a hellish arena.
There were horrifying traces of blood flowing in every corner of the classroom, and clearly cut utensils and incomplete desks and cabinets were scattered around.
And in the center of the field of vision, Lanqi was still there, as if nothing had happened, with a friendly smile on his face.
He was helping the teachers who came to collect the students.
"Thanks for your hard work."
After putting a body of a student in the classroom onto the transport vehicle, Lanqi waved to the teacher in charge of the rescue.
“…”
It was difficult to comment on the rescue teacher, so he left quickly.
He had never seen such a scene before.
There were dozens of dying students inside and outside the room.
It takes several trips just to transport it.
If we kill more of them, the hospital will be full!
If the seriously injured students had to be transferred to the public hospital in the imperial capital of Helrom for treatment, I'm afraid a lot of news media would report that a large-scale campus terrorist attack had occurred at the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic.
And how on earth could this person help carry these students on stretchers like a caring resident passing by? Aren't you the mastermind? ! At the same time, on the other side of the screen, at the conference table.
“…”
"How many students did he kill in this one?"
Not only those in the classroom, but even the students who had been rushing towards the classroom with hostility but had not yet broken in, ran into the old man who was chasing out the door, and were identified by the old man as malicious little beasts.
The corridors throughout the assessment area have now become quite dangerous.
Any student who dared to skip classes or wander around the corridors could be chopped to death by the old man.
You can see it from the split screen.
The Grim Reaper has returned for a limited time, and he's gone on a killing spree.
It is estimated that this will become a horror legend on the monthly assessment day of Protoss Academy in the future.
The bounty on Zestira on the billboard is still slowly rising.
The exam had only been started for less than ten minutes.
The reward soared to 309,820.
"It is estimated that more than eighty students have fallen within their range of judgment."
The more students you defeat in the same assessment, the more difficult it is to do so. The 1% increase in the total bounty for each student defeated is calculated independently.
"If we allow Rocky McCarthy to continue killing, it is possible that his 20% alone will exceed 100,000 credits."
“When this class is over, other students will come out of the classroom and see the numbers on the notice board. Even if they don’t know what happened, they will probably feel horrified.”
"I kind of miss Oshizawa Stira."
"It's a pity it's too late."
It can only be deposited before the exam begins.
“Damn it…”
Some people's expressions gradually changed from arrogance and playfulness to anger.
They have always been the ones controlling the situation, treating it like a cricket fighting game.
How dare a Servant in the examination room so calmly overturn their wishes? "Next, I will not let him pass any classroom again."
Along with the arrogant male voice, the magic array on the table began to flicker again.
“…”
Everyone knows that the student that this guy favored and bet on was easily eliminated by Lanqi, and he didn't even see Lanqi.
Even if he spent more credits now, he would not let Lanqi have an easy time.
"Can't afford to play, can you?"
"So what? I don't want him to win. If his demon master gets so many credits, wouldn't that be stepping on our heads?"
As the voice sounded, all kinds of interference triggered by the chief student’s authority were fed back to the assessment area.
Only on one side of the round table, the first seat, Lady Duchess Chloris, who had been resting with her eyes closed, remained silent.
"Rocky McCarthy..."
Chloris muttered the name silently.
She had known for a long time that this guy was not on the same level as the other students.
I'm afraid the students in the examination area are not even good enough for him to use magic cards.
Anyone who is favored by Xiduo and recommended to be recruited at this point in time will basically not be wrong.
Can he become one of the key figures in changing the situation of the Protoss Empire? Even if it's just a little bit.
Chloris looked at the screen, no expression on her face.
Now the conflict between Protoss and the northern countries seems to be the general trend of historical accumulation, and everything is natural, but what is really behind the empire is a group of invisible ghosts.
No one knows where they came from, what their ultimate purpose is, and they can't even prove their existence.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The only thing that is certain is that there are many invisible hands guiding something.
Perhaps in the near future the mysterious wind direction will sweep across the entire north and south continents. It will be linked together, constantly chained, spreading, and erupting until it reaches the further north of the large northern countries, dragging even the theocratic forces that the Resurrection Church is unwilling to provoke, the ancient races that have been sleeping under the glaciers for tens of thousands of years, and the legendary creatures in the wasteland, those extremely ominous existences into the battlefield.
The Protoss Empire, as a large country in a corner of the northern continent, was just a fuse.
Even the southern continent far away from the sea was not spared.
If a divine disaster were to strike at that time, no matter what the dice of fate rolled, everything would be over.
The eighth-order strongest men of mankind and the accumulated national strength should never be consumed by each other for some stupid reasons.
She perked up a little and looked towards the far end of the round table.
Others still seem to be unimpressed by Rocky McCarthy.
"After all, personal ability has its limits. There won't be a second chance like this. Let's see how he can get these credits out of the exam room."
Hear their voices.
Chloris laughed slightly.
"Crolis, you think it's funny too, right?"
One of the chief students noticed Cloris's reaction and looked over, his eyes full of desire for power and obsession with control.
"Yes, keep trying to make things difficult for him, so that he can show his true form soon."
She said with a kind smile.
No matter who interferes, there will be an announcement as if to inform the whole audience, which is equivalent to the real-name sponsorship of the interferer.
Anyway, she wasn't the one who suffered.
…
The southern area of the Protoss Royal School of Magic.
After the Warcraft training classroom was cleaned and emptied, nearly an hour and a half passed peacefully.
After the old man chased out, Lanqi changed the symbol on the doorplate back perfectly.
After that, Lanqi and Zestila stayed in this classroom, playing with the monsters like zoo keepers, feeding them from time to time and spending their leisure time.
"Teacher, how are we going to get through the time next?"
Because it was so relaxed, Zestila began to wonder whether they were playing in a zoo or an animal-themed cafe, or were they engaged in a dangerous and fast chase.
There are still four classes left, which is too long.
The same method might not work the second time, and after the first class, some powerful students might attack as the second wave of hunters.
However.
After listening to this, Lanqi just sat on the sofa, raised his glass, tilted his head back and took a sip calmly, not at all disturbed by the colorful and active magical beasts behind him.
“It’s about to end.”
He said with a smile.
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This look of certainty made Zestila inexplicably feel like she was about to see Ranchi's victory animation.
(End of this chapter)