Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 712

An hour of unleashed firepower will not produce much effective combat results. This point can be seen by all the liches present, and Lancelot's driver Shumu Qinglong also understands it.The slightly weakened magical light wings swung violently, and Lancelot's flight altitude climbed to the spire above Andry Castle, corresponding to the blood-red moon in the distance.

The defensive barrier had already been dispelled, and the surviving Brave of Light ran out of the barrier with the help of Lancelot's fire cover.Their chances of surviving would be much improved by leaving Andry's control area, they thought.

The time covered by the firepower did not reach the expected one hour. Law stopped, looked up at the light spot that lit up the night sky, and counted the time silently until it reached a quarter of an hour.This is not a good thing.

The light spots on the glowing Necromancer began to condense, and the four magical light wings scatter into magical lines, turning into a scorching light group in Lancelot's hands, the brilliance converged, and an exaggerated large-caliber firearm Holding in Lancelot's hand, the exposed warhead presented a dangerous pressure like a magic net node in the perception of magic power.

The yell of the Shumu Qinglong echoed in Andry's bright night sky.

"Evil, turn into dust!"

"Freyja!"

A human-sized bullet left the barrel and rushed towards Andry's castle, towards the crowd of liches looking up.The liches deeply understand the horror of that weapon, even if they don't have the concept of nuclear bombs, the pressure caused by the concentrated magic power has already oppressed their heads.

It's like a Mr. Scholar about to get angry and fall on himself.

The surface of the Goddess of Love warhead, which is not fragile, has begun to crumble, and the particles containing terrifying power inside burst out with strong light, which is no less than the full blow of the eight-lock spellcaster, and is devouring everything in Andrei.

Mr. Dean sighed as he watched the doomsday descending overhead.

Sigh of disappointment.

"It has magical and weird abilities, but as a result, your last trump card... Subconsciously, you still think that the strongest is... advanced physics?" The founder of Andrei did not deny the ability of nuclear bombs, but this ability does not novel.

"I leave it to you, Advanced Magic Research."

Two shadows came out from behind the dean, without any sign, as if they were created out of thin air, two people fell out from an invisible gap.

Higher Magic Research Institute, Professor of Black Hole, Death Star II.

Advanced Magic Research Institute, Professor of Static Mechanics, Mr. Static.

Mr. Static stood still for about a second. He patted the Death Star on the shoulder to signify that the work was done.

"I have engraved the singularity rune."

"When?"

"When time stands still."

Death Star II is a little lazy, and he is a little negative about this job.Because this time I am the protector, I must control the equivalent of forming a black hole.It is uncomfortable to have no companions injured or injured under one's own operation, but the Death Star II is not impossible.As a professor of advanced magic research, he clearly distinguishes the priorities.

"Probably this amount..."

The Death Star II snapped his fingers.

Time and space seemed to be stagnant for a moment, especially the space-time pause around the destructive warhead. Shumu Qinglong stared at the warhead in front of him, and the delay time for its explosion had exceeded his budget.

A jet-black rune is etched into the face of the warped slug.

The energy exploded and then collapsed into a pitch-black ball, forming a bright halo above Andrei, with an invisible dense darkness in the center, and the void energy was devouring the sky and light.

The masterpiece of the Death Star showed its presence in the air. The sky seemed to have collapsed a large piece of land, and the surrounding air poured into the deep space. The sudden gravity captured everything around it, including Lancelot who was trying to escape. .

Like a powerful monster, the black hole is catching the glowing moth.

Andrea survived.

Law looked at the members of the Advanced Magic Research Society standing beside the dean, and heaved a sigh of relief.The trio from the Necromancer Figure Club stood beside him, staring at the hole in the air that could not be ignored like other liches who watched the scene.

"Mr. Delusion and that undead creature will be fine. Although they are now controlled by Professor Death Star's magic, they are getting closer and closer to that dangerous thing. I have watched Professor Death Star's lectures to standardize the collapse process of black holes It will be over quickly, he has his measure, and the decaying gravity will eventually allow him to escape."

Law found that his explanation did not have much comforting effect on the three of the Necromancer Figure Club. They looked at each other a few times, and the worry on their faces became a little bit stronger.Law is a little bit emotional about whether his credibility has declined, and he is also a little surprised that the three guys in the figure agency are so sympathetic. He used to regard these three as a copy of the literary Three Musketeers.

Is it wrong to blame them?

"He will definitely use that..."

"I can't escape in a short time, thinking that resistance is hopeless, he will definitely use that..."

"hiss……"

The Lich took a deep breath and spat out cold, clammy icicles. Lawa watched the three of them panting, and the original stability in his heart began to feel uneasy.

"What is this 'that' you speak of?"

Shan Liang and the others looked at the law, hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the light spot of Lancelot struggling in the air, as if looking at his innocence gone away.

"The president of our necromancer figure club, Mr. Plague Doctor, is a lich who is almost perfect. We are proud of having such an excellent leader."

"However, the epidemic doctor boss also has a fly in the ointment."

"He is not cruel enough, and he has no determination beyond death."

"He is cruel and decisive enough to us and his fellow Liches, but he still can't face himself..."

"He thought he hid it well, thinking that we wouldn't be able to find out."

"But in fact, he is very afraid of death. I mean, he showed a morbid mentality of being very afraid of death. He was never injured, not even a bone fell out. Several of us discussed and analyzed it, and thought it was the epidemic. Mr. Doctor is too young to realize the consciousness of a lich, and still maintains the habits of his life."

"This is not a big defect, but we, the best friends of the boss of the epidemic doctor, of course need to help him to be more perfect and help him face death straight! We have to find a way to let him die once, as brilliantly as fireworks, and die with blood and flesh Fly, die great wonder."

The law is a little speechless. Are these three guys too strict? Is this what friends do?
"So, what did you do to the Epidemiologist, and what does it have to do with now?"

Mr. Law's question silenced the three of them again, and after three seconds, the manipulator opened his mouth to answer.

"We didn't do anything to the boss."

"Just before the improvement of Necromancer Gundam, the boss of the epidemic doctor paid great attention to the [Safe Ejection Escape Device]. It is a dangerous escape device when the Necromancer creation is close to collapse, allowing the driver to eject from the back of the Gundam. It turned out that the driving force generated by the explosion of the remnant body can turn the cab into a meteor and escape from the enemy's pursuit. The three of us expressed strong protest against this device, but the protest was ineffective, the boss of the epidemic doctor This device is still loaded."

"We are very angry at this kind of dictator-like extremely unfree personal decision-making, and rebelled against the boss."

"We made a modification quietly, so small that Mr. Epidemic Doctor couldn't detect it."

There was an ominous premonition in the heart of the law.

"What did you change?!"

"We changed direction."

Before the law could be understood, there was already an explosion in the air.

Lancelot Arubion, this gleaming necromancer suddenly turned around, facing the black hole as if resigned to fate, facing the ruthless door of destruction.Then the Necromancer exploded suddenly, and the shattered bones and flesh formed a meteor shower, and the frightened expression of Mr. Paranoia was reflected in the cockpit like a glowing crystal.

His cockpit is like an arrow leaving the string, with infinite courage and determination to see through life and death, like a true warrior, he plunges straight into the black hole.

(End of this chapter)