Chapter 30: Lady Lantern’s ‘fuel’

People in the Celestial Empire always liked to post door gods.

Is there a possibility that the door god was once a real door god?

There was a demon that was about half a person tall and looked a bit like a little demon at the gate of the Elementary Academy. No one really regarded it as a little demon, right?

Who would treat the little devil like a treasure at his own gate?

Mark dares to bet 50 Wright points!

That thing is at least the level of the Flame Demon.

Otherwise, students at the Elementary Academy can be shameless. Are the tutors still shameless?

If this is true, the college will be closed directly.

The Elementary Academy is pretending to be like this, what about the mysterious academy that is as famous as it?

Mark had heard carefully that the roar of the "Fire Demon" at the gate of the Elementary Academy still echoed in this inner world. This means that in reality, some restrictions at Mistery School are also valid in the inner world.

He didn't know what operations or spells it would take to trigger the mysterious academy gate god.

He has 20 dices.

Gently throw it out, dice like a small pineapple spinning on the ground.

【13】Points!

It's not high or low, just be effective.

On the gate of the college in the mist, the oil paints covered with vines and stains seemed to have turned into some magical living creature. They began to twist. The vines above withered in the blink of an eye, and turned into broken branches the size of fingers and fell down.

The mist that filled the door dissipated on the spot under the mysterious blue light whistling from the cracks in the door wall.

The surrounding scenery changed immediately, and this feeling was like an oil painting master coloring the draft he drew.

The quiet and terrifying aisle, the dilapidated and depressed department, the doors were stained with black and faded blood, and the dry grass roots emerged from the gaps between the walls and floor tiles...

Within a radius of 200 meters centered on the gate, everything has become the real world.

At both ends of the gate, there were oil paintings of the founder of the college and the current dean.

Now, the person in the painting seems to be alive.

With a mysterious energy as thick as a blue fluorescent agent, two powerful men in magic robes stepped out of the picture frame.

He had seen the portrait of the founder before entering the door today, but suddenly he found that he had forgotten the other person's appearance. Even at this moment, looking at the phantom stepping out of the air, he could only tell that this was a man wearing a round felt hat. He was wearing a particularly round lens with his right eye, holding a cane with a large ruby ​​inlaid in his left hand, and wearing a black dress with a cloak.

That's all, Mark couldn't see the other person's appearance at all.

In contrast, this dean saw clearly that it was an elderly lady.

She was wearing a black velvet dress, a wonderful white lace turtleneck lining, and her silver hair was wrapped around the back of her head. An embroidered white umbrella was suspended on her head, constantly spinning.

Her wrinkled face seemed to stretch out at this moment.

Looking around, these two powerful figures, a bit translucent, smiled at each other.

"Oh! A small accident."

This acting president bowed slightly to the ancestor: "Then you don't have to bother with your respected Honorary Dean."

"Um."

After the words came, the figure of the ancestor disappeared on the spot, leaving only the dean behind.

The old woman glanced at Mark, and Mark bowed and saluted on the spot.

This is the respect that the strong deserves, even if the other party is likely to be just a clone.

The old woman seemed to be trying to imprint this handsome figure in her eyes, and then nodded with a smile, without taking the incomplete centipede that was screaming and rushing towards her.

The roar in the distance ranged from far to near, and the violent destructive force caused the centipede to charge, and countless debris were surrounded by debris.

It's approaching!

Nearer!

The centipede changed her target, and the first thing she rushed towards was not Mark, but the dean who brought her a stronger sense of threat.

With a violent and fast attack, Mark and the others could even see the extremely large fine teeth like hooks inside the centipede mouthpiece.

Seeing that the centipede's huge mouthpart could bite the dean who blocked the way in the next second, suddenly, the entire vision in front of him became blurred.

Mark's eyes twitched, and it looked like the entire vision was like thick smoke, rolling layer by layer. If his calculations were correct, it would probably be that the space in this world had changed!

For a moment, Miss Byson, who was holding Mark, was so scared that she subconsciously hugged his waist.

The dean pressed his right hand forward and said loudly: "This place is mysteriously enhanced!"

The next second, the violent vibration that shocked the entire college's vestibular suddenly disappeared.

It was a very strange picture.

The legsless centipede, obviously dozens of meters long, was rushing up like a swimming snake, twisting her body violently in the air.

There was no movement around her.

The evil spirit that overflowed in turmoil was gone.

The deafening roar of the crashing building was gone.

Even the sharp hissing sound made by the big centipede itself was gone.

Finally, the big centipede, dozens of meters long, disappeared into the air in place.

What exactly happened?

Mark and the other two, no, and a few students from the Mysterious Academy who were not afraid of death, witnessed such a mysterious scene together.

"Here!" Following Miss Baison's finger, everyone finally discovered that the vicious centipede that had swallowed countless students with strong bodies and evil laws was actually in a thick test tube in the dean's hand.

At this time, the lady in a long dress was letting the long dress flutter in the air. The small magic wand in her hand was almost the same as the orchestra conductor, but the purest blue light was emitted from it.

Between the magic wand and the other hand, a test tube about as thick as an adult man's upper arm was suspended.

If she had enough eyesight, she could see that the centipede who had lost all her legs turned into an ordinary centipede with two fingers. However, she was even more irritable, twisting her body that had lost her claws frantically, and screaming in her mouth kept coming out.

Unfortunately, she felt like she was being held by an invisible hand and allowed her to struggle hard in the test tube. She shook her body hard, so she could not even touch the glass wall of the test tube.

"this……"

This move really surprised Mark.

He is a dean, and he does have the ability of a dean, and even a mere clone has such high strength.

"Shut up!" The dean shouted sternly.

Others don’t feel anything. For centipedes, they are like laws issued by gods. Her blood-filled dirty body suddenly lost its vitality and no longer cried loudly, but her sharp mouthparts kept opening and closing, as if she was breathing the thinner air with force.

A blue light came out of the dean's hand and shone warmly on the big centipede.

"So that's how it is..." The dean's clone slowly turned his head and looked at Mark. The expression on his face became extremely soft: "Excellent! It's so wonderful! I didn't expect that our academy would have an excellent student like you. This is a blessing for the mysterious academy."

Asking Minie to put herself down, Mark let go of Miss Byson and saluted the dean: "Your Excellency Dean, you have been awarded."

"This is not an exaggeration, you deserve such praise. If it weren't for you, it would probably be a bad event this time."

"Is this..." Mark asked boldly.

"Huh? Didn't you come in here after knowing the risks of the 'graduation trial'?"

"Graduation Trial? What Graduation Trial?" Mark was completely confused.

The dean glanced at Mark with his eyes, as if he had discovered something, and suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect that the one who solved this crisis was actually an intruder. It's really interesting."

Mark hurriedly asked: "Your Excellency, please explain in detail."

But the dean shook his head: "For specific matters, please ask me about the essence. As a reward this time, I can give you some of it in advance."

The dean slowly descended, landed in front of Mark, and lifted up the large test tube floating on her hand.

"This [evil] should have been annihilated by the soul. But she made a bet with her last mysterious energy, and at the cost of losing, she would become your exclusive [abnormal] object in exchange for the last ten minutes of life and strength to chase you."

Mark felt a toothache on the spot.

How much does Aunt Suxi hate him?

Mark asked again: "How can this be done?"

"Normal, [Evil] will not become like this. They will become more chaotic monsters or be annihilated on the spot. But it is obvious that it has made a deal with a mysterious existence in a certain orderly camp. Now, since she cannot kill you, she can only become a prop without self-awareness. This guy hates you very much..."

Before the dean could finish speaking, a sharp and harsh voice exploded in the air.

Unlike Aunt Suzy's voice, Ms. Centipede's voice was full of sharpness at this time.

"I'm not willing to give up! I'm not convinced! Even if it's the rules, I will never let you have a good time--" The gritting hatred can be said to have soared into the sky: "I announced that the price of using me every time is a pair of living legs! Hahahaha! I think how do you use me?"

The unruly laughter kept echoing in the void.

Mark's face turned black, and he used a single leg to use it? Is this forcing me to be the big devil?

Mark almost made up his mind on the spot and didn't use this thing if he died.
To be continued...