2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Run! Everyone, run! That's a meteorite!"

As soon as the boy with the white wings on his back said this, he instantly caused a huge commotion.

"Look at the sky!" However, soon another student shouted as if he had discovered a new world. Everyone looked up and saw something flying from the horizon in the distance, dragging an orange flame tail and leaving two traces in the air. A long trail of smoke.

"It's a missile! Someone launched a missile to hit the meteorite!" someone shouted.

"Oh, how could Chenjing's air defense force be vegetarian?" A student spread his hands and shook his head, saying that he had never panicked from the beginning.

"To be honest, I haven't tasted what a missile is like."

The surrounding students were amused by these words and turned to look, only to see the boy who claimed to have just ran out of the burning teaching building.

"Brother, what else are you afraid of eating?" Someone next to me joked.

"I even dare to eat alien species... What do you think I don't dare to eat?"

Yan Muyun tilted his head slightly, grinned widely, and showed a kind smile towards the man.

Under the horrified gaze of more than a dozen students, his back was bulging, as if something alive was struggling to get out from under his flesh.

"Bang, bang bang..."

A series of blood mist exploded in the air, and eight dark film wings spread out like covering the sky, attracting everyone's attention.

Yan Muyun waved his wings and soared into the sky. His scarlet vertical pupils glanced playfully at the stunned young faces. Then his whole body turned into a black afterimage and shot straight into the sky. The violent wind and waves brought by it swept away many people nearby. I was so blown away that I stumbled over.

As a huge sonic boom exploded in mid-air, as countless people watched in shock, a thin black line approached a flying missile in the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the two met, the fist-sized fire was fleeting.

But the thin black line seemed not to be affected at all. It formed a beautiful trajectory in the air and approached the second missile at an extremely fast speed.

Tens of seconds later, another fist-sized fire flashed.

As a result, there was only the red dot that was getting bigger and bigger in the sky.

"The blasphemer...I remembered, he is the blasphemer!"

Not everyone knows the true identity of the "blasphemer", let alone that the "blasphemer" who is considered "notorious" even in the world, actually lives with him on the same campus every day.

For most people in this world, the "blasphemer" only appeared briefly in the catastrophe of Menxia City. After punching the finger of the god, there was no news at all. There seems to be an invisible force on the Internet that is suppressing the spread of information about "blasphemers", even on Jieke, which claims to be outside the control of any country.

This power even seems to affect reality. Basically, less than three months later, no one seems to be discussing this topic around. Coupled with the fact that the original divine envoy later personally came out to endorse him, over time, the vast majority of ordinary people have almost forgotten this "blasphemous man" who once caused public outrage around the world.

Until today, he suddenly appeared at Chenjing Academy and threatened to bulldoze the entire inner courtyard in ten minutes.

Invisible panic spread rapidly, and commotion soon broke out among the crowd. However, for these students and teachers who study and live in China's top special education institution, the expressions on more people's faces are more firm and decisive.

Soon, the commotion stopped and the surrounding atmosphere became calm.

"Students, when faced with a crisis, we have no choice but to take responsibility. Only if everyone contributes can we possibly overcome this difficulty."

A middle-aged teacher wearing rimless glasses said in a deep voice: "Are there any students with remote destructive powers here?"

"Me!" The first one to stand up was the male student who had taken the lead in attacking the blasphemer and releasing the golden energy spear.

"I!"

"And I."

Various voices soon sounded from the crowd.

"Do you have telekinesis, wind, or other types of powers that can gather objects?"

"Yes, both Ahua and I are!"

"Me me me."

...

"There is no time for us to discuss this in detail."

The middle-aged teacher pulled off his tie, and a large number of fluffy bird feathers began to appear around his neck, and his voice became shrill: "Group of four, paired up in pairs. Two teachers or classmates with the ability to fly, lead Lead a classmate with long-range destructive powers to the range that can attack the meteorite, and another student with telekinesis or wind powers, while helping to withstand the aftermath of the explosion, collect as much as possible, or Slow down the falling speed of meteorite fragments..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned into a huge owl more than two meters tall. His bright orange eyes blinked: "I should be able to bring two classmates...ah...sorry..." Yawned... It's daytime now, my mental state will be affected a little after I transform..."

Everyone was amused by this episode, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

"Whatever 'blasphemer' he is, this is China! When the gods come, they have to give you three cents of noodles!" Some students shouted, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

"Stop making such nonsense, I will soon label you as Blasphemer No. 2."

"Hey, I can fly, and my flying skills are very solid. I'm looking for a mount position. Are there any female classmates with long-range destruction skills?"

...

In the noisy atmosphere, two or three teams soon formed.

The red dot in the sky became bigger and bigger, and even the meteorite wrapped in blazing fire became gradually clearer.

Just as everyone was waiting for Teacher Owl's instructions, an old and steady voice suddenly sounded on the campus radio:

"Teachers and classmates, you are doing a great job."

"Don't take risks, evacuate in an orderly manner...leave the rest to me."

Some students' eyes widened and an excited smile appeared on their faces: "It's the dean! Dean Zhuge is about to take action! It's safe!"

"Look at the sky!" a female classmate in the crowd shouted loudly.

Everyone followed the direction of her finger and saw a wheelchair slowly rising from the smoke and flames on the top of the teaching building, flying high into the sky.

On the wheelchair, the old man with a white beard was wearing a black tunic suit and holding a red sandalwood bracelet. The old and hale figure stood between the natural disaster meteorite and hundreds of teachers and students, like an earthly Buddha.

"Well, the main thing is that his head is bare and shiny enough. If he changes into a cassock, he is really no different from the sanctimonious bald donkey in some temple who cheats people out of incense money."

Far in the sky, hidden among the clouds, Yan Muyun said so.