The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

boom!

boom!

Like ten suns rising together, the bright light renders the night sky like day.

Even if it is a sanctuary built by the authority of the gods, after all, the gods cannot really descend, and the sanctuary is difficult to maintain in front of this pure and huge power, and clearly visible cracks gradually appear, and then... are completely pierced!

Infinite heat and light poured into the sanctuary, rushing towards the delicate figure sheltered by the white wings, as if to burn it completely into ashes.

Professor Prang raised his hand to hold his hat to avoid being blown away by the scorching air waves and strong wind.

He squinted his eyes, staring carefully at the picture that was difficult to peek at due to the blazing light and the space distortion caused by the violent explosion.

In the attack just now, it can be said that he exhausted all his life's knowledge, and directly consumed nearly [-]% of the magic power that the academy extracted from the leylines. Not to mention a crown wearer, it was the undead man who guarded the cemetery in the church. This attack should also turn into fly ash.

But for some reason, the unease in Professor Prang's heart did not subside in any way.

Even more intense.

It seems that something more terrible is about to happen.

In his state, every omen has its origin, so he dare not relax.

The magic array behind him lit up again, ready for the second round of attack at any time.

Suddenly, his vision blurred.

Professor Prang's heart tightened.

The magic array was ready to fire...but he was stunned for a moment.

It was as if the thought of inspiring the magic array was suddenly erased from his mind.

After a brief moment of stagnation, the space in front of Professor Prang was suddenly torn open.

The holy maiden of Jingyi stepped out of the space in one step.

It can be seen that the blow just now made her feel uncomfortable, her white wings were broken, leaving only half of the poor wings trembling slightly, her hands were scorched black, her whiteness was no longer there, and that perfect pretty face was covered with porcelain at this moment Broken cracks.

But when she appeared, the whole world became dark.

Even the bright light from those explosions seemed a bit insignificant at the moment.

Because her hands seemed to be holding the brightest light in the world.

That is a sword.

A sword that has neither exquisite pattern inscriptions nor dazzling gem decorations looks very ordinary, like a half-finished sword.

But when that sword appeared, there was nothing more conspicuous than that sword in the world.

"Fuck, Holy Sword?" A certain bear in the underground of the college exclaimed.

But no one heard, and no one cared.

Because at the place where many eyes gathered, the holy maiden raised the holy sword in her hand and pierced Professor Prang's heart.

At that moment, everyone's breathing seemed to stop.

The infinite hexagonal structure is layered on top of each other, and it is unfolded in front of Professor Prang in an instant, intending to force back the saint of purification.

But before the light of the holy sword, everything was completely purified, and the layers of structure under the control of Da Miyi failed to have any effect, and collapsed into pure magic power again.

"puff."

The sound of flesh and blood being torn was heard, and blood spattered everywhere.

Professor Prang lowered his head dully, looking at his chest.

The holy sword sank into his body, and endless rays of light poured in, bringing a burning sensation like a flame.

He coughed up blood, and there seemed to be light in his mouth and nose.

He would have been damned.

Being stabbed at the vital point by the holy sword, even with the protection of a great secret ritual, he deserves to die.

But he didn't die, because the holy sword pierced... the right chest.

He looked up in astonishment.

The empty left eye of the Holy Maiden of Purity seems to have regained a touch of agility.

So, amidst the wailing that was still blowing like a dark wind, there was a soft cry of sadness.

"teacher."

[WEB] 27. Blazing Blade

"teacher."

Inaudible whispers, mixed in with mournful cries.

This is not the awakening of consciousness, but a trace of instinct engraved in the bones of a certain girl who has called out countless times, and then revealed here.

[Mr. Pu Lang, can I go out to play? 】

【Teacher Pu Lang, I got [-] points in the martial arts test, isn't it good?When did the magic test get such a high score, hehe, I don't know. 】

【Teacher, I didn't fight!It was the bastards who bumped into my fist themselves. 】

【Teacher, you get angry so easily, but you will get wrinkles. 】

【…】

【Teacher, I have decided to become a saint in the future.

ask me why?Because... because of the saint or something, it sounds very handsome, doesn't it?

Wearing a white veil dress, smiling and bringing salvation to the world under the guidance of God - and then punching all the bad guys, it's so cool.

Saints can't get married?I don't care, if I find true love, I will be brave enough to pursue it. 】

【…】

【Teacher, you will bless me, right? 】

Those voices that never faded in the past echoed in my mind again, so clearly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then lava-like anger burst out from his old eyes.

"Love-god! I-fuck-you-mom!"

The old man let out a roar like a lion, and those dirty words that he had discarded since he became a teacher spewed out from his mouth.

The flames surged in the palm of the hand, and the old man took care of it carefully. The gem-studded staff was smelted in the fire, and then turned into a twisted and pitch-black blade.

The old man held the blade tightly and moved forward against the light of the holy sword.

then.

He stabbed the blade poured with fire and hatred into the girl's chest.

This time it was the heart, to be exact.

Then, in the other hand of the old man, the pink star staff, which was the center of the Great Secret Ritual, trembled slightly, and even the crown fused on the barrier trembled together.

It's like resonating.

The huge underground institution of the college was once again operating with unprecedented vigor, and the colossal power, using the old man's emaciated body as a medium, crazily poured into the body of the saint.

Centering on the heart that has stopped beating for a long time, layers of small but still precise structures, along with the blood, body, bones and skin of the saint, rapidly proliferate, constantly search, oppress, and then expel, belong to The power and seal of the corrupt god.

"Get out of this body, Cupid!" the old man roared again.

With the continuous influx of power, the body of the saint continued to convulse and tremble, as if something existed, fleeing and struggling in her body, but the precise structure advancing inch by inch oppressed the space of existence bit by bit.

The cracks on the saint's delicate and pretty face became more and more clear, and after the cracks, a terrifying will belonging to a higher level cast its gaze on the old man.

indifferent.

anger.

then……

ridicule.

You use all your strength here, does it mean that the other side is very weak?

next moment.

The saint suddenly retched, and then she spat out a ferocious meat ball. An eye appeared on the meat ball, but that eye just glanced at Professor Prang coldly, and then manipulated the meat without any hesitation. The ball flew towards the sky.

The saint's face gradually shattered, as if she had lost some kind of strength support, and her body began to wither and rot.

Looking at the gradually broken face, Professor Prang felt his heart twitch again.

But he quickly came back to his senses, and his eyes chased after the dregs of Venus—the meat ball.

Above the sky, there is a bright blue moon hanging high.

Chill, suddenly felt.

Regardless of the injury on Chu's chest, Professor Prang waved the pink star wand in his hand violently.

Infinite structures stacked layer upon layer, quickly chasing after the meat ball.

But it was too late.

In other words, Eros was too decisive. After the first wave of offensive was blocked by Professor Prang, He did not hesitate to abandon the precious body of the crown wearer, and went to urge today's second protagonist to appear on the stage.

With a snap.

The meat ball hit the barrier.

Like a mosquito flying at high speed at night, it hit the glass.

The meat ball shattered instantly, turning into a puddle of meat paste.

And in the meat paste, there are suddenly wriggling granulation rapidly proliferating, growing rapidly along the barrier.

Like some kind of plant with tenacious vitality, it keeps digging its roots into the barrier.

click.

Professor Prang's attack hadn't arrived yet, but the clear and crisp sound from the barrier made his face darken instantly.

A crack appeared on the barrier.

It's like once a dam leaks, it's hard to stop the pace of collapse, a large number of granulation frantically drilled through the cracks.

then.

clack clack...

More cracks gradually appeared. Even though Da Miyi continued to infuse magic power, intending to repair the barrier, the granulation that had penetrated, like bullet casings embedded in flesh and blood, prevented the barrier from healing.

And beyond the barrier, the huge blue moon became more and more clear.

A ray of moonlight penetrated through the gap in the barrier.

Then there are two.

Three.

Countless ways.

Until it was infiltrated to the point of being riddled with holes, the barrier against Lan Yue was finally completely broken.

then,

A huge blue moon that already occupied half of the sky appeared above the entire Santa Maria.

The moon is too huge, and everything in the world seems so small in front of him, so the craters and shadows on it are extraordinarily clear, faintly forming a hideous face.

And under the moonlight, countless shadows on the ground swayed, like evil spirits smelling the fragrance of flesh and blood, wandering in this lonely academy.

Looking at the blue moon, Professor Prang was cold all over.

The blood in his chest was still flowing.

It was also true that he felt real despair.

Just facing the god of love who came through the medium, he has exhausted all his strength and means.