Chapter 297: Lanqi is giving a speech
"It's about to start."
On the road near the square in front of the central building of the Protoss Royal School of Magic, two figures were walking towards each other, chatting, their voices occasionally ringing out in the silence of the winter night.
They were dressed differently from the teachers or students and had an air of not belonging here.
In the darkness, their shadows on the ground were twisted and weird.
"I don't know why Rocky McCarthy would take part in the entrance examination of the Protoss Royal School of Magic today."
The visitor in a dark grey coat held a map of the college in his hand, admired the quaint buildings, and headed straight towards his destination.
"He was originally a tutor in a border viscount's family. It's normal for him to work for this disguised identity."
Another figure smiled and said.
These newcomers are all very outstanding. They were sent to the Protoss Empire as secret agents of the church. Their identities as priests of annihilation have not yet been made public.
Among them, there is a newcomer that the two great priests of the Silent Branch stationed in the imperial capital Helrom are very concerned about.
Rocky McCarthy.
Unlike another extremely qualified candidate, Sid, he can be very sure of the clear distinction between him and the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.
Originally, there were three high priests in the temple of the Knights of Annihilation.
Now there are only two left.
If they were the two responsible for the assessment a week ago, they might have ended up like Archbishop Caius.
So they completed the visitor procedures and came to the area of the Protos Royal School of Magic after get off work on Wednesday.
General social visitors can only stay on campus for a limited time without special application and need to follow very strict restrictions.
Just learn from Rocky McCarthy's performance, that's enough.
They gradually walked towards the central building of the college and stopped there.
The only thing they didn't expect was that when they were about to arrive, they saw the wide square in front of the college's central building, whether it was the stone steps leading to the square or the benches on the side, full of students.
The students had different expressions. Some were extremely excited and occupied the best viewing seats early. They kept communicating with the students who came with them. Others had a playful and joking attitude.
Of course, there are also some students who disagree with this. They look at all this with an almost disdainful attitude, probably thinking that such activities are too childish and not in line with their interests.
But even so, they still stayed on the road, perhaps to satisfy their curiosity, perhaps just not wanting to miss any moment in the academy, or perhaps, as long as there were many people, more and more people would gather even without a reason.
Time passed by, and as seven o'clock approached, the square became increasingly noisy.
"Someone asked Shi Xi about it, but they didn't say anything and just left with a very bad look on their faces."
"Not all of them. It is said that Miss Duchess Chloris's complexion is quite normal, so it is not necessarily a bad thing."
It's hard to guess what happened today.
Finally, as the clock pointed to seven o'clock, all emotions, whether anticipation, curiosity, teasing or disdain, were temporarily suspended, and the students' eyes were focused on the huge screen, waiting for the scene to be released.
Then the students' expressions became full of confusion.
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"???"
When the camera rotated through the scenes of each classroom as usual, there were no candidates.
It was eerily quiet and filled with a sense of weirdness.
The data bar on the side of the screen shows that no students took the assessment in the last class.
The number of students taking the test inexplicably dropped by half, and the remaining students in the test area unanimously chose to run to the rest area and not take the test.
The teachers also took a holiday, ending this monthly assessment day early.
"Where are the people?"
"What's going on?"
The students in the square looked at each other in bewilderment. This sudden change made them feel inexplicably uneasy, and the expectant smiles on their faces gradually froze.
It even made their heartbeats feel a little uncomfortable.
When the camera switched to a classroom, there was finally sound.
There was a lot of noise. It was in a large auditorium, and someone was standing on the stage giving a speech.
The teachers in the audience seemed to be unable to help but applaud or respond to his calls excitedly because of the content of what he had said before.
Standing in the center of the huge auditorium, the tall dome reflecting his majestic figure, he paused his speech and waited for everyone to vent their emotions.
He stood on a high platform that belonged to him alone, with a majestic slate door with murals behind him, as if it led directly to heaven. The lights in the auditorium turned into straight rays of dawn, shining on him.
He raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
Soon the only sounds in the auditorium were slight coughs and collisions.
"When we act, we must ensure that we move forward, we cannot go backwards."
His voice seemed to have a unique power and gift of emotional communication that could penetrate the soul and cause resonance. As his words rang out again, the people in the hall were drawn by his voice and fell into a deep, intoxicated dream.
"…Now someone asks me, when will you be satisfied? No, we are not satisfied now, and we will not be satisfied in the future, unless justice and fairness come like the waves of the river and the sea, surging and rolling in."
His voice became sonorous and powerful, and he raised his clenched fist.
"I have a dream today. I dream that one day, the valleys will rise, the mountains will fall, the rough and winding roads will become smooth, and the holy light will be revealed and illuminate the world."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Long live McCarthy!"
"Long live McCarthy!"
All the teachers on the screen stood up and cheered.
It was as if an invisible force was stimulated in the hearts of the people, and the glow on their faces was brighter and hotter than before, as if they had been transformed into a group of warriors with common goals and beliefs, ready to fight to realize their dreams.
And outside the screen.
In the square in front of the central building.
It's quiet.
The night sky was suddenly silent.
The underclassmen stood with their mouths open, totally unaware of what was happening.
The senior students’ expressions turned into a picture of all living things.
Even the great priest of the Nirvana branch was stunned.
“…Is this some kind of religious ceremony?”
The high priest's mumbling was heard by the junior students nearby.
"You ask me? I'm just a student and can't make any comments. Maybe professionals from the Resurrection Church can give some insights."
The junior student said, shaking his head.
The High Priest: “…”
"really."
The archbishop nodded.
They are embarrassed to say that they are from the Resurrection Church.
Can't comment either.
Fortunately, this guy is only at the fourth level. If he had an eighth level, I can't imagine what kind of evil god he would become...
The senior students standing in the square, their brains almost dying, finally faced the reality, even though they didn't know the specific process.
This guy named Rocky McCarthy was not hunted by anyone.
Almost half of the students who disappeared were probably caused by him!
His current bounty should have reached an unknown number.
Even the teachers were completely controlled by him.
Although the school was an academy directly under the Imperial Education Department, it never had a principal.
But from now on, there will probably be only one absolute ruler... - Here's an emoticon of Hyperion~ I beg for the monthly votes from the fathers at the end of the month and the beginning of the month!
(End of this chapter)