Death is not one's own choice
Based on a rough observation when searching for the old man's room, the dormitories on the lower floors generally have simpler security and are more easily accessible to the courtyard and other places. It is speculated that they should be the residences of ordinary students in the college.
Compared to the higher floors, there are more broken magicians wandering around below, but they are also weaker. Even without Ruixia's barrier protection, Ximu can easily avoid their magic attacks, rush directly to the face, and finish them with one blow.
"...This shouldn't be their true level, right?"
Seeing that the road was safe, Morina poked her head out from the corner where she was hiding.
If these monsters were really students here, then the teaching level of this academy is really too poor.
"really."
As someone who had actually fought against them, Ximu actually had some awareness.
These magicians, who may have once been human, still have some different personalities in their attack methods and fighting styles.
Some people choose to attack, but their methods are simple and their reaction to the enemy's circling back is also very slow. At first glance, they are academics and have little combat experience.
Some people's attacks were very sharp, not only were their spells cast cleanly, but their movements were also very swift. If Ximu hadn't taken advantage of their lack of coordination to deliberately increase the tempo of the battle, the stalemate would have probably lasted for quite some time.
Some people get frustrated when they can't conquer for a long time, and some people, seeing Xi Mu coming at them aggressively, actually give in and run away...
After accumulating a certain amount of experience in fighting enemies, these completely different responses are indeed more like people with different personalities than magical creatures produced in batches.
The ones among them that were more difficult to deal with were obviously suffering from cognitive collapse and a disconnect between their actions and reactions - if they were in normal and healthy conditions, it would probably take some effort to kill them all.
"Shall we start with the open rooms?"
"good."
Ximu accepted Morina's suggestion, released a mechanical insect, and then chose the room closest to them with the door ajar.
After carefully sensing the hidden positions around the door and confirming that there were no enemies hiding in the blind spots, Ximu pushed the door open a little and slipped in.
Morina followed closely behind, but this time she didn't rush to close the door.
If something troublesome suddenly pops out of the room, they can just run away... If conditions permit, maybe they can even throw an explosive gem at the other party, then close the door and retreat, all in one go. Wouldn't that be great?
Fortunately, these unexpected ups and downs did not actually happen.
The room was much more spacious than they had imagined. After entering, there were four poster beds facing each other on both sides. Not only was it fully furnished, but the large glass windows also offered a view of the lake at night, which, against the backdrop of the warm candlelight coming from the academy, created a unique charm.
"Whose quad room has such a nice environment..."
Although Morina remained on guard, her cheeks puffed out quietly, a typical sign of her unhappiness. "They actually have a fireplace and bookshelves! Damn it! When I first entered the temple, I could only live in a room with six people, and there was only one brazier in the winter!"
Looking at his companion's angry face, Ximu didn't know how to mediate, and he had no confidence in his ability to express himself, so he pretended not to see it.
Although she had lived in a separate tower since she was a child, and her living expenses were not luxurious, that was intentional. It was still substantially different from Morina's objective embarrassment...
It would be bad if she didn't say anything right and Morina got so angry that she pounced on her and bit her.
Moreover, Ximu had some expectations of such an exquisite ceremony.
There are so many different emblems and flags erected at the main entrance of the academy. The founder, the Sage of the Moon, himself is from a royal family. Although the old man said that only talent is considered when entering, not background, it is obvious that most of the people who come and go to study here are either rich or noble.
Learning magic itself is not something that poor families can afford. I heard that in some places, children with magical talents are even sold for money...
To be honest, this four-person dormitory is probably one of the simpler ones in the college.
If I keep looking, maybe there will be double rooms, or even single rooms...
After all, this is called a magic academy, but in essence, it may be more like a transit station for nobles from various countries to demonstrate national strength, expand their network of contacts, and exchange various intelligence.
These nobles have always been accustomed to enjoying life. Perhaps to them, these rooms are nothing compared to their mansions at home, and they feel that they are just here to experience life.
——Of course, these are all Ximu's speculations based on what she actually saw and some conspiracy theories she heard from her brother. If there is no supporting evidence, she will not easily speak out.
At this moment, a strange sound suddenly broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the room.
Puff, gurgle.
It seemed like something liquid was wriggling and churning near the corner of the wall.
The two of them became alert instantly, automatically adjusted their positions, and while maintaining a safe distance, they slowly moved towards the place where the sound came from.
In the corner near a bed, there was a pile of...something I couldn't describe, struggling to move and piece together.
If you must say it, it's like a person who has... melted.
From time to time, one or two bones would emerge from the disgusting pool of flesh and blood, trying to allow the scattered parts to cling to them and support themselves again - but whether it was due to weakness or they had forgotten what the body should look like, those limbs were always difficult to take shape and collapsed again and again.
This... is this another form of those twisted people I met before?
Has he not yet developed to the stage where he can maintain his human form, or has he completely forgotten what he should look like, so there is no way he can reshape himself?
The place that looked like a mouth was also mumbling something non-stop.
But even though Ximu had amazing hearing, he was unable to extract any valuable information from those overly fragmented words.
How pitiful.
After the initial shock, this thought slowly came to my mind.
Although Ximu had committed many murderous crimes, she had no habit of torturing her opponents unless it was necessary - but a situation like this, where she was neither strong nor weak, and clearly could not survive, yet seemed unable to die, was really unpleasant.
But...how can we kill a bunch of things that don't even have a human form?
Thinking of this, she glanced at Morina, signaling her to stay where she was and not move. Then, holding her weapon in hand, she carefully approached the inhuman-like existence little by little.
He kept rolling and adjusting himself, and coincidentally, his eyes never appeared.
But when Xi Mu entered a certain range, his movements suddenly stopped, apparently as if he had sensed her approaching. His disintegrating flesh and blood adjusted its direction, and with a teeth-grinding sound, he crawled towards her.
At this point, it's impossible for him to detect her with his five senses... Is it a range-sensing type? The kind that automatically detects enemies once they enter a certain distance?
What is the basis for distinguishability?
What is the difference between these "locals" and these "outsiders"?
Although the enemy looked like he was in a difficult situation, Ximu did not let his guard down. He even turned around and slowly led him farther away from Morina.
In fact, she felt that the other party wanted to launch an attack several times, but she didn't know whether it was because of lack of ability or she really forgot how to attack. The pool of flesh and blood struggled hard several times but still couldn't organize any effective means.
In the end, perhaps there was really no other way, his cricket pupa contracted, and suddenly bulged out, and then with a "puff" sound, a large amount of blood was sprayed directly over!
If point-to-point attacks are unavailable, then just using surface coverage is a possible solution...
Ximu was not affected by the filthy and disgusting scene at all. He jumped back, but was blocked by the wall behind him. He adjusted his body shape with the help of the position of the wall lamp and easily avoided this wave of area attacks.
The next moment, she turned over and jumped, standing on the top of the pointed wall lamp in an incredible posture. She raised her hand suddenly and threw the dagger wrapped in some magic directly down!
The slow-moving, limp figure had no time to dodge and was stabbed directly - after an indescribable shrill scream, the strange thing finally stopped moving and slowly disintegrated like the other monsters and disappeared.
So weak.
Because he has no human form, Ximu is worried that he has lost the concept of "vital points", so he specially attached some magic spells that are harmful to humans to his weapon, and even his attack method is just a simple stabbing.
They couldn't even withstand such an ordinary attack, but they were much easier to deal with than the previous fighting puppets and magicians who bombarded spells.
But for some reason, even though the situation was clearly favorable for them, Ximu didn't feel relieved, but instead felt a little depressed.
This feeling is especially evident when you see your opponent dissipating while still trying to piece themselves together.
"Ximu, next time you encounter a weak opponent like this, can you let me try and see if I can completely liberate them?"
Morina also removed the disgusted expression she had when she first saw the monster, and seemed calmer than usual.
"Can you perform magic related to purification and salvation?" Xi Mu asked.
"Of course." The short-haired girl pouted and raised her head. "Who am I looking down on? We in the Temple of Life celebrate births and also sing praises of death. Birth and death are inevitable processes of life, so naturally we must learn."
Ximu didn't mean that.
She picked up her dagger and quickly burned it with a black magical flame. After making sure there was no residue on it, she put it back to her waist.
After walking back to her companions, she whispered, "Do you think these things are 'undead'?"
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