Monster Hunting High School

"Is it planning to commit suicide by slitting its wrists?"

Outside the intertwined curse lights, there was the teasing laughter of a certain hunting team, but no one took this statement seriously. Any wizard who had a little knowledge of black magic knew the close connection between blood and curses.

For a moment, everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, staring closely at the slit wrists, the blood gushing from the intersecting wounds, and every tiny movement of Whateley's raised hand.

"During the long wait, the pain first disappeared and then reappeared..."

Hundreds of red eyes opened and closed uncertainly, spitting out a terrifying light. The black wizard's gray-white hair was spread loosely, spreading into the void like long wriggling snakes. Under the night cover that occupied nearly half of the battlefield, the coldness of the old man could be heard. And the shrill chant:

“…we open our eyes wide and wipe away our tears

Then see the truth..."

This is a strange song that once sounded in the silent forest not long ago, and now it has turned into a strange magic. Along with this spell, the blood that poured out dispersed and turned into blood beads of different sizes. These blood beads seemed to be connected together by invisible ropes, hanging in the night, shining with disturbing light. of red light.

“…pain is the fruit of truth

Pain purifies the blood

And blood will illuminate everything in the world..."

boom!

boom! boom!

The invisible and heavy pressure coming from the top of the head, like maggots on the tarsal bones, squirted along the weak points of the magic flow, making several hunting teams that had suffered heavy losses before no longer able to maintain the second-level battle formation, and their true bodies began to Collapse, including the Exoneration Hunting Team.

This time, Zheng Qing felt like he was falling into the water after falling from the battle formation.

The bright red color rushed in from all directions, and the cold breath rushed into his body along every pore, making him feel breathless.

He raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the sky.

The clusters of blood beads were like stars in the night, and even their discrete positions were based on the star map, from which the young wizard could easily see several familiar constellations.

When the last spell of the dark wizard ended, the 'blood stars' who were already in their positions bloomed with dazzling brilliance. In just an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped in boundless blood. At this moment, no more explanation was needed, everyone They can all instantly understand what the phrase 'blood will illuminate all things' means.

"I don't know who came up with this twisted and weird idea of ​​hanging blood beads in the sky to pretend to be stars."

The vice-president of Starry Sky Academy, the huge circling and burning fire dragon let out a deep roar from its throat, interrupting the dark wizard's lingering chant:

"And let a guy who lost the ability to look up at the stars many years ago preside over this ceremony... I admire your fearlessness... but don't you understand that in this forest, every piece of nature Is every leaf, every twig, every grain of dirt trying to silence you 'unnatural' things?

"

"Hey, that little star is fading away!"

The huge spell power spread along the dragon's chant. In an instant, the blood-colored starry sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, suddenly becoming vague and illusory. The sky and the earth were bright again, and the dim sunlight filtered through the gaps in the gauze. As time fell, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that the oppressive suffocation around him was much lighter.

It was as if at this moment, he emerged from the bottom of the water.

But it was only for a moment.

After only a short time, the thin veil dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the powerful magic power of the fire dragon melted rapidly in this blood-filled world like snow under the scorching sun.

Ms. Margaret, the deputy dean of Atlas, who had been standing quietly on the other side of the fire dragon, folded up her white wings, took a step forward, and opened the white Dharma book in her hand:

“When the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about two moments.”

Her voice is not as gentle and soft as that of ordinary nuns, but has a bit of coldness and indifference. Just like the light emanating from her body, like the light reflected by the sun on the ice, people subconsciously tighten their tight robes and hold their breath. Take a breath.

This bloody world seems to have the same feeling.

After Ms. Margaret spoke, the whole world also fell silent at this moment, no more, no less, exactly the time when the second hand moved two spaces on the dial.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, the witch opened the second page of the Dharma book and continued to read: "The first angel blew his trumpet, and the sky seemed to be on fire, and one-third of the sky and one-third of the earth were burned. All the blood was burned."

The crouching angel figure emerged from the witch's book of laws, raised its head, spread its wings, raised the horn in its hand, and blew a whine. A raging fire suddenly broke out in the bloody sky, like patches of red wax. Whateley's painful screams came from the fire, but this was not the end.

"The second angel blew the trumpet, and hail and fire were mingled with the blood, and a third of the blood became the sea..."

"The third angel blew his trumpet, and burning bloody stars like torches fell from the sky..."

"The fourth angel sounded the trumpet, and the sun, moon, and stars were separated, and there was no light for one third of the day, and no darkness for one third of the night..."

"The fifth angel blew his trumpet, and I saw stars falling from heaven to earth one after another..."

One after another, the phantoms of angels rose from Ms. Margaret's Dharma book, blowing melodious and melodious trumpet sounds one after another. Just as she described, the bloody world opened up by the dark wizard continued amidst the sound of the trumpets. Disintegrated, the sea water smeared one third of the night blue, and the night faded another third. The stars transformed from blood beads crowded in the remaining third of the night sky, one after another from the sky. come down.

It seemed like everything was going to end like this.

Then Zheng Qing heard the painful scream of the black wizard slowly turn into a suppressed and distorted laughter: "Giggle, hey, hey, haha, hahahaha..."

The falling blood stars shattered one after another in its laughter, and the sky suddenly began to raindrops, as thin as a cow's hair, but heavier than Mount Tai. The blood rain wandered directionlessly in the sky. One after another, the white angel shadows were dyed red, and blood rain fell on the ground, crushing the second-level battle formations built by registered wizards one after another.

In Zheng Qing's sight, the tall figures belonging to the wizards began to crumble one after another, as if the wood had been corroded by acid for a long time and had already rotted inside. Even the true bodies of the three great wizards began to shrink inexplicably in the rain of blood, becoming smaller and smaller.

Those falling blood rains did not really fall on the ground, but were wrapped with the stolen magic power and gathered into slender blood rivers one after another. They went upstream and returned to the night, turning into shining stars one after another. The bright star of blood.

It only took a short time, and only that dark and huge figure was left on the battlefield.