Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 924 Thawing Heinrich
Under the guidance and protection of the teachers, the evacuation of the psychic tower was carried out in an orderly manner.

The main reason is that these students are not very eccentric.

Even when facing a life-and-death crisis of demon invasion that could destroy a country or even the world, there was no confusion. They were neither terrified to the point of losing their minds nor excited to the point of talking about it.

The influence of Dusk Road has made their emotions much calmer - even if they were asked to play a horror game and encounter monsters that jump out at them, their heart rates would probably not change much.

When everyone is willing to follow orders, the efficiency of the operation is instantly improved.

As noble spellcasters, they certainly didn't have to walk directly to the port - the bones of the corpses dissolved in the pool could be taken out and used to build a car.

I saw bones of all sizes flying up from nowhere, following the light traces that had been arranged in advance in the void, and landing in corresponding positions one after another. Whenever they formed a complete side, a ray of light would suddenly flash, forming a solid bone wall.

In just a short while, a bus made up of various animals was created out of thin air.

Because the bones used are of different sizes and even races, each car is different in size and decoration.

But each bus basically has 28 or 32 seats - there are four rows of seats, about seven or eight rows. These "hell buses" made of a lot of bones have two rows of teeth-like and zipper-like doors at the waist and abdomen.

They opened their mouths like laughing clowns, and only closed them again after swallowing all the luggage.

Whenever the necromancers filled up a bus, two dim yellow flames would suddenly ignite on the front of the bus, which had no driver at all. It was as if the monster crawling on the ground suddenly came to life, opened its two huge eyes, and revealed a hideous face like a demon.

These animated spliced ​​corpses do not require detailed command and operation, and can have simple intelligence. They can even serve as simple shelters to block the attacks and curses of lower-level demons.

Those lower-level demons who had no ability to fly and could not dodge in time, or who actively tried to stop the bus, were smashed to pieces by them - these temporarily constructed "hell buses" had a structural strength of the third to fourth energy level, and could even crash through solid rock walls!
The colorful blood of the devil splatters on the front of the Hell Bus, which looks like street graffiti and has a very artistic style. Occasionally, you can see a devil that can't dodge in time and is swallowed by the suddenly opened front of the bus and turned into fuel!
When the bus, with blood on its tires, stopped at the port, the front of the car was still chewing slowly. The broken limbs and wings of the demons could be seen through the huge gap between its teeth.

While the necromancers of the Ziggurat were quietly waiting for the ship at the port.

Adolf von Menzel walked alone in the deserted ziggurat.

He walked freely in the darkness.

He was so familiar with darkness. This dim, lifeless environment reminded him of the night when he was attacked by the undead and saved by the Wild Hunt when he was young.

"My Holy Father..."

The vice-principal, Adolf, who had now briefly become the real principal, sighed: "Sometimes, you may not have to satisfy all the wishes of others..."

He originally wanted to use the last time of his life to follow the footsteps of the Wild Hunt, but this wish was perfectly fulfilled by the Pope - Aiwass brought the King of the Wild Hunt directly to the Ziggurat and brought him in front of him.

He then thought about looking for the remains of the Tower of Babel - a legend that had not been destroyed in history, but no trace of it could be found in the material world. This was also accomplished by the Pope.

...So Adolf von Menzel had absolutely nothing to do.

——But, I must not die so easily.

Just like his childhood dream, Adolf longed for the ending of being burned to ashes by the scorching sun and sealed by the sun. That was the obsession of engraving his existence on the world, and it was the path impulse that the extraordinary people of the dusk path could not get rid of.

Although the extraordinary people of the Twilight Path have a strong ability to prolong their lives, they are not afraid of death, nor do they have any interest in the enjoyment of the material world. They are just worried that they will die in obscurity and be forgotten after death.

For people in the twilight age, if they are forgotten after death, it means that they have lived in vain.

It's just like the Tower of Babel - such a wonder, but after it collapsed no remains were left. How sad it is.

So Adolf decided to use his life to complete the last work. This work was to express his gratitude to the Pope for helping him fulfill his wish, and also to record his existence in history!

Creative work always requires materials.

There aren't many materials left in the Spirit Tower now... However, people have subconsciously overlooked a material of very high specifications.

——The Count of Leipzig, who was permanently frozen in the Ziggurat by Adolf himself, was not sent away with the evacuation of the Necromancer. As the son of the Red Prime Minister, he was also forgotten with the death of the Red Prime Minister... After all, the Count of Leipzig himself did not have much irreplaceable value, and his status and position came entirely from the unparalleled deterrence of the first generation of the Red Prime Minister.

But for Adolf, the Count of Leipzig, the noble Prince Henry, has another identity.

——That was his stupid student and creation.

Adolf walked up to Prince Heinrich and stretched out his hand slightly to touch the ice sculpture.

The frozen Prince Heinrich was unfrozen in an instant.

His body suddenly leaned forward, and his weak and trembling body almost fell to the ground.

"W-What do you want to do?!"

Prince Heinrich's voice trembled.

Although he was extremely frightened, he still tried to remain decent - he stretched out his hands to support himself on the wall, allowing his weak body to gradually stand up.

He felt like a long time had passed since he was frozen... but it also seemed like only a moment. When he woke up, the vague memories of being frozen quickly dissipated like a dream, like water escaping through fingers.

He stared at Adolf, whose body was disappearing into the darkness, and shouted, "How dare you attack me... Does the Spirit Tower want to bear the wrath of the Red Phase?!"

"Hehe...hehe..."

Adolf's sarcastic laughter came from the darkness: "Yes, I do. I really want to."

The two dim yellow eyes were like two lights in the dark night, or like the dark golden pupils of a wild beast.

"I really want him to come back to life now - if I remember correctly, the Moon Child should be able to easily devour demons of the same level. Demons that are terrifying to ordinary people are as delicious as snacks and health supplements to the Moon Child..."

"...W-What?"

Prince Heinrich's pupils suddenly contracted and he trembled violently: "Father...how could it be possible...?!"

"Yeah, how is that possible..."

Adolf's disappointed voice sounded in the darkness: "Father - that's how you see him."

If it weren't for the Son of the Moon's night vision ability, he wouldn't even be able to catch sight of Adolf at this moment.

He looked at the old man who had lost his head and had only a few hairs left. His body was still shaking, perhaps because the cold had not yet dissipated.

The old man wearing small round glasses with thin rims, his eyes looked as dead as a dead tree covered with snow in winter.

(End of this chapter)