It's just this moment, it's just this moment.

When the whole world's attention was attracted to that wasteland, the ladder of the land of nothing quietly opened the road to the Ivory Tower.

"Compared with fancy exhibition matches, I really prefer to kill with one blow."

Woodman's phantom strolls in the cracked square, his hands in his pockets of breeches, and whistles: "What a beautiful place, flowers are blooming, birds are singing...

Happy children are about to fall into the flames of hell too."

The heretic king stepped forward silently, towards the void in front of him.

Punch with force!

The sky drums roared, and the entire border trembled violently again. Countless cracks spread in front of the fist, and the Creator's frame whineed and collapsed.

In the vice principal's office, Isaac's figure flashed for a moment, disappeared quickly, and appeared in place again.

When I looked around the same scene, my expression became extremely gloomy.

Time jump failed!

He raised his right hand and clenched it tightly. His figure felt illusory. Then, six figures that were exactly like him walked out of the void.

Timeline folding.

Let the six selves appear at the same time at the same time without interfering with each other, but the six Isaacs' figures disappear at the same time, and they also appear in six completely identical offices at the same time!

No matter what, it is impossible to cross this short distance and reach the outside world!

When Isaac closed his hands, millions of dazzling light from the sun burst out at the same time.

The terrifying power of the six nuclear fission swept through, but was limited to a hundred meters by his power. The effect obtained was the turbulent light of destruction that spreads and contracts countless times in an instant.

The entire office was swept into high temperatures and instantly evaporated into dust.

But after the cracked wall, whether above the head or under the feet, there were exactly the same office in all directions... Then, the broken office began to grow, shrink, and return to its original state.

"Mirror cage..."

Isaac murmured gloomy: "It seems that I have a great face. I actually came to work with Mr. Bennett."

In front of him, an old man slowly emerged.

His eyes were green, his vigorous white beards were hanging down, and he was wearing a long dark dress, but on his wrist, there were Buddhist beads that were very different from the Holy Spirit lineage.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

Like a monk who has attained enlightenment, the visitor clasped his hands together, and a sacred glow appeared in his eyes: "Accept enlightenment and return to the right path, Isaac!"

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless?"

Isaac sneered: "You are the sea of ​​bitterness itself, Bennett!"

The pinnacle of the Primitive Road, the incarnation of the original chaos and the essence of hell - the miracle he mastered is the fifth-level peak of the Primitive Road: Abyss of the Void.

But at this moment, the solidifier who inherited the essence of hell showed an extremely gentle expression.

Smiling with flowers.

That is undoubtedly the peaceful spirit of the "enlightened one".

After understanding compassion and truth, seeing through the desire realm, form realm, and formless realm, one can achieve great enlightenment and almost be called a monk like a Buddha.

But the unconcealed hell aura made him look like an evil demon!

"Don't be anxious, Isaac, we're still in a long time..."

Bennet said peacefully: "Then we will be here today, imitating the sages and enlightened people and holding an unblocked conference. What we want to discuss is..."

"——Put down the butcher's knife and become a demon on the ground!"

Behind him, the shadow of chaos had completely swallowed up the entire office and turned into an isolated hell where time and space were completely cut off.

.

"It looks like Bennett is going well."

Woodman whistled and looked at another place: "Where are you, Mathers? Get more hard, don't always capsize in strange places."

Mathers ignored him at all.

Tension all over.

Just looked at the front of the auditorium with all concentration. In the small square, the fashionable old lady wearing a fur coat - the tiger and leopard, had an extremely vulgar classic red and blue color scheme.

The carefully curled hairstyle brings a strong outdated atmosphere, as if it is a classic outfit from the last century.

It's like an aunt in a tour group.

"Why are old lady, I am so old and still have to be kidnapped to work overtime in this broken school?"

The old man complained unhappily, picked up the potato chips from the bag, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them: "Hey, Mathers, I remember we had never had a fight back then, right?"

"Miss Yoko, long time no see you." Mathers sighed: "I didn't expect to meet here. After so many years, you are still as beautiful as before."

"As soon as you open your mouth, you will be an old scumbag. You are worthy of being the five scumbags who are known as Russell's old turtle."

Kusanagi Yoko picked up the potato chip bag unhappily, poured all the remaining pieces into her mouth, wiped her mouth, and threw the bag aside.

"Then, don't say much nonsense: Gomes, Tygon, Bermula, Jetton, Godzilla, Balaba..."

She suddenly asked: Which one do you like?"

Mathers' expression stuttered, but without giving him a chance to choose, countless loud roars burst out from behind the aunt in the tour group.

Huge shadows slowly rose.

Accompanied by countless harsh steel friction sounds, sparks flew, steel skeletons, metal internal organs, etheric blood, mimicry armor... and even the final hideous appearance.

Countless mechanical monsters standing tall and standing on the ground have descended on this narrow border.

The shadows enveloped Mathers' face.

A drop of cold sweat oozed out from the back of his neck.

Even though I have already prepared...but this scale is too exaggerated!

And amid the bursts of roars, Kusanagi Yoko lowered her head, lit the cigarette, and sighed happily: "Sure enough, the aesthetics of Yingzhou's art is a special photograph!"

At this moment, in the sky, the brilliant light of the Bhagavad Gita reappeared, covering countless students and hiding deeply in the illusion.

When Krishna protected all the students, the counterattack from the Ivory Tower began. The White Doves, who were urgently recalled from the abyss, began to sprinkle the legion, and regardless of the appearance of the victims, they began to fight with all their might!

The entire city is constantly bursting with a roar of collapse in the midst of turmoil.

The rebellious glow has never stopped.

Light up the darkness.

From the start of the attack, a minute passed.

There are two minutes left before the astronomical world will break through the blockade of the land of nothingness.

Regardless of the urgent time, Woodman reached out and took the ancient classics from his subordinates. The spirit of things reappeared and turned into a strong man holding a pipe in his mouth.

Wearing a high felt hat and holding a cane.

His face was haggard and pale, his hooked nose was slender, and his gray eyes were so sharp that it seemed to be able to see through all falsehoods and lies.

"It's your turn, Mr. Holmes." Woodman smiled and handed the parchment in his hand.

So the soul showed a disgusting expression as if it had eaten shit.

"To be honest, I prefer the opposite side to you..."

The man holding a pipe shook his head.

Even though he said so, he still put on his monocle glasses and unfolded the parchment roll in his hand. As a result, the complex and subtle structural diagram of the entire city quickly appeared on the empty parchment roll.

From top to bottom, even the rooms hidden in the secret ritual have not been missed.

Countless structures are constantly flashing and rolling,

But after the monocle glasses, the gray eyes moved quickly without missing any details or omissions. In the end, they were frozen in a huge building.

"What you want is here."

The man holding the pipe threw the parchment over angrily, "According to the original agreement, you have the last chance to let me serve."

After saying that, he dissipated by himself and returned to the classics.

Woodman smiled and closed the scroll in his hand.

"Let's go, my dear friend." He hummed a song and waved to the heretic king beside him, with his steps brisk: "We have limited time, and there are surprises waiting ahead."

A door opened in front of them.

Behind the door is a dark world with storms, as if all the light has been lost, only countless gray buildings are immersed in the surging tide.

Under the deep water, hell!

——Sinking old campus!

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To be continued...