Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 182
Duke Hamlet is now like a snake whose fangs have been pulled out. He hisses coldly, dodges the wheel of the spine, and keeps a close distance from Lyle.

He temporarily lost the ability to control his companions, so he could only do it himself, and he was also afraid of the short gun in Lyle's hand, which made the current situation a tug of war.

Lyle is controlling the skeleton to try to hinder the Duke, and the Duke is also buying time to wait for the corrupted golem to wake up, or to catch Lyall's way by surprise.

The situation maintains a strange balance, and both sides are waiting for the weight that will crush the balance.

While Lyall was concentrating on manipulating his creation, there was a strange sound behind him.

Looking back, Lyle saw the disintegrating skeleton and a bone in Kevin's hand.

The two looked at each other, their surprises exchanged intensely.

"Ugh... I didn't expect your skeleton soldiers to be so brittle, I just want to find something to use as a weapon..."

Lyle's expression was normal.

"That's the backbone, the hardest part of the bones. Because it's hard to break, it usually serves as the core of the revival spell. I'm not surprised that you can get the best one out of them."

"But thanks to you, our combat effectiveness has decreased. So, Mr. Lucky Star, can you make our enemies suffer as well?"

Sensing Lyle's atmosphere, Kevin realized that if he didn't behave well, Lyle might not be able to help but eliminate the ghost.

Kevin swallowed, and threw the bone weapon he had just acquired towards Duke Hamlet like a gamble.

The Duke looked at the flying toy and let out a disdainful smile.He swung his tentacles and knocked the bone flying, and the bone swirled in the flying, his funny gesture seemed to be mocking the two foolish boys.

The speeding bone wheel accidentally pushed towards the Duke, and the flying bone hit the slope of the white bone wheel.The huge kinetic energy was like a rocket's second-stage thruster, and the bone flew back like a sharp sword, piercing the ceiling.

Cracks appeared on the ceiling, and the walls were falling off in a large area. One of them happened to be caught by Duke Hamlet's tentacles.

He was like a person who slipped and fell on a single-plank bridge, lost his balance and fell, and fell under the wheel of the wheel of the spine.

The sound of huge bones colliding echoed in the empty room, accompanied by Duke Hamlet's screams, and blood spurted out.

He was cut in half, his long tentacles lost his mind, and he was struggling on the ground before dying, flopping and not moving.The upper limbs fell to the ground, and the waist and abdomen were bloody and bloody. It seemed that he missed the fatal injury just now. Duke Hamlet's body was relatively intact and escaped the fatal blow.

But never mind, he's now without his best tentacles for moving, like a poor worm strapped to the rails waiting for the final blow.Just let the wheel of the spine crush it one more time.

Lyle casually summoned the bone wheel to rush towards him, thinking that the overall situation was certain.

But who would have thought that the Duke jumped up with the strength of his upper body, and the already short distance between them became closer with this jump.

Lyle looked at his ferocious claws, at the blood gushing from his waist, and tightly grasped the twig short gun in his hand.

Duke Hamlet chose an insidious angle. At this angle, if Lyle desperately drives the wheel of the spine, then all three will suffer severe comminuted fractures, and Lyle and Kevin may be even more shattered.

The Spine Wheel stopped moving, and Lyle stabbed the duke with his short spear.

The force generated by the violent impact knocked Lyle into the air, and smoke enveloped the center.

Clutching the branch tightly, Lyle looked nervously into the smoke.

"Kevin, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" "I'm fine!"

The smoke dissipated, and the figure of Duke Hamlet disappeared, leaving behind two Kevins who were like twins.Their appearance is the same, their clothes are the same, and even the degree of wounds and dust on their bodies are the same.

The difference is that one Kevin is quite far away from the wall, while the other Kevin is knocked into another position.

Two Kevins, one of which was a temporarily badly injured Duke in disguise.

The two Kevin looked at each other, and they both clearly realized the seriousness of the matter.

Kevin, who was near the center of the room, immediately explained the little secret between himself and Lyle to identify himself.

"When you were at the Eiffel College, Lyle, you once poisoned Mr. Feller in order to avoid the test! You used the multi-pathogenic bacteria, and the anatomy test the next day turned into a surprise spread by Professor Bogdan You almost failed the test!"

"I'm the real Kevin!"

Recalling his dark history, Lyle manipulated the spine wheel to hit another Kevin, and the bone wheel was embedded in the wall.

Duke Hamlet's plot was easily seen through by Lyle.

Kevin patted the dust off his body, walked towards Lyle unsuspectingly with a smile, still bragging about his wit.

"I'm smart." Kevin had a mean smile on his face, just like when the two of them used to play pranks.

This battle is the common victory of Lyle and Kevin.

Lyle smiled and opened his arms towards Kevin as if to hug.

Kevin also opened his arms tacitly.

Just when the two were about to hug each other, Lyle inserted the short gun into Kevin's chest, watched Kevin spitting blood, and smiled.

"Lyle? Is this still a vision? Why are you doing this to me?"

Lyle looked indifferent, "Is there any need for a disguise? Your lord, Duke Hamlet?"

"I am Kevin, our common memory, I have already proved my identity..."

There was no surprise on Lyle's face. "So? Who stipulated that you must tell a little secret to distinguish between true and false? Even if you say it, how can you be sure that you are right? Hamlet's illusion may be able to dig out the memories of our minds, these past secrets It's all insignificant."

"What you have done, indeed, is the most standard routine in my mind. If it is up to me to decide, telling a common secret is indeed the best way to determine identity. However, Kevin is not me, he will not follow my ideas Answering questions, your rhetoric, is like reading my brain."

Kevin's body began to weaken and his skin began to pale.

"That's just your assumption. You actually, for the suspicious assumption in your mind, hurt your friend?"

Lyle said confidently, "That's right, I'm just hypothesizing, I just want to stab you, after all, you've sent it to my face. Even if you are really Kevin, I'll stab you the same way."

Looking at the Duke of Hamlet who was shriveled back to his original form, Lyall shrugged his shoulders.

"It's just bad luck for you, Mr. Hamlet."

(End of this chapter)