From star abyss

"Lucite." Hobbes suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Lucite put down the copied scroll and touched his head, not knowing why.

"Don't you think it's a little strange?"

Hobbes pointed to the armed students in front.

Different from what they promised before, Modot's picket team did not go to the graduate school immediately. At Modot's insistent request, they first went to the magic tower library, took some magic books from it, and transcribed them. Lots of scrolls of attack magic.

"Hobbes, do you suspect something again?" Lucit asked.

Hobbs said: "According to Modote, the graduate school is in the city, fifty kilometers away from the school."

"In the current situation, there are dimensional barriers and colonial troops everywhere, and it will take two days to arrive. During this period, there will always be a need for weapons and supplies, right?" Lucite thought there was nothing wrong with it.

"The reason is fine, but the behavior of the picket members, in my opinion, is a bit abnormal."

Hobbes quietly pulled Lucite over and whispered:

"Look at them, the low-level magic scrolls are obviously ready-made and just sitting in the library. They didn't use them. Instead, they deliberately opened the books and copied new ones on the spot."

"Hmm..." Lucite twirled the catfish's whiskers, thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe he is worried that the effect will not be good? After all, I have come to the Magic Tower Library. The content of the classic originals must be the most correct."

"I think they seem to be secretly recording the contents." Hobbes said, taking out a book from his arms and giving it to Lucit: "These people probably want to enrich their own pockets, so you should take a few books."

Lucite glanced at the cover, "Notes on the Curse of Suleda", and suddenly broke into a cold sweat:

"Fuckin' banned books - shit, that's a crime, Hobbes."

"Where are the police now? I always feel something is wrong - these people have weapons, armor, and numbers. If we add a few more banned books to expand our combat power, do you think anyone would dare to control them?"

Hobbes was flexible:

"With a gun in hand, we don't panic. We can call it an emergency at best. If these people do something illegal, we can use forbidden magic to stop them."

"But..." Lucite hesitated. "Isn't this not good? After all, this knowledge is taboo, and we don't know what the risks are. You and I have never taken relevant courses. What if we hurt ourselves?"

"Oh, just take it!"

"What are you discussing?"

A picket member came over and asked curiously.

"Ah! It's okay!" Lucite was startled, and the forbidden book in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

The picket looked at him strangely, and then lowered his gaze: "Huh? You dropped something, let me pick it up for you..."

Snapped.

Hobbes stepped forward, held down the cover, grabbed it back first, stuffed it on the bookshelf aside, and said haha:

"It's nothing. It's the first time Lucite entered the Magic Tower Library. This kind of place is not open to the public on weekdays. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak."

"Really? That's normal. After all, our school's Magic Tower Library is the place where the most forbidden knowledge is stored in the entire White Candle Star."

The picket team member was quite nice. He held a magic pipe in his mouth, laughed a few times, and expressed his agreement:

"On weekdays, Dean Nastisa personally oversees the Magic Tower. The same is true for the Magic Tower library in other schools. Only in rare circumstances, such as graduation, special research, and strategic laboratory needs, will it be allowed. Check out the information here.”

"It's so serious."

Hobbes said, stepped forward, input magic power into the picket, and lit his pipe. The other party immediately looked at Hobbes with admiration: "No wonder people call you 'Hobbes, a know-it-all'. You really know how to do things." Son."

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing. As a junior, you should respect your seniors."

Hobbs's words were very nice. The senior on the picket team nodded and said a few more words smoothly:

"To be honest, we don't know how to go forward. After all, we have to go through the city and reach the graduate school. We may encounter more enemies and survivors on the way. After leaving the school, we can It's dangerous, so why not take this opportunity to collect more knowledge and magic information - don't feel bad about this, buddy. The law governs living people, but no matter what, life is our own."

"Yes, yes! Life is the first priority. Senior, you are absolutely right." Hobbs deeply agreed and nodded: "Speaking of which, senior, after entering the Magic Tower, I can't find Mo Mo." Captain Dot, do you know where he is?"

Lucite was speechless.

"Why, do you have anything to do with him?" The picket member looked at him doubtfully. "The senior said he was looking for a very powerful magic book. That was what his mentor told him."

"Just a little doubt."

‘It seems that Modot doesn’t want others to know his purpose. ’

Hobbes rolled his eyes and said lightly:

"Since we are leaving the school, we will definitely face mountains and piles of top soldiers in colonial uniforms. What should we do then?"

"Well... I don't know." The picket shrugged: "Anyway, the captain of the Epsilon level is here, and he is only one step away from the Zeta level. Just trust Captain Modote."

"Captain Mordot, you seem to respect him very much?" Hobbes asked calmly, taking out the forbidden spell book and putting it into Lucite's bag.

"That's not true." The picket team became excited when they mentioned this: "Captain Modote is now a junior and has been joining the picket team for three years. When Cangyue first attacked the school, he was on duty in his freshman year, and his teammates almost All dead, if we talk about love for school and hatred for Zangetsu, he is definitely at the top."

"Crane Moon's first sneak attack..." Hobbes clenched his fists unconsciously, but looked confused.

"You are newcomers, so it's normal not to know." The picket team sighed: "Actually, Zangyue came to attack our school for the first time three years ago and launched the same sneak attack. But the scale was not as big as this time."

"I have indeed heard that statement." Lucitor noticed Hobbes's eyes and followed the formula: "It just feels like no one in the school cares about it, and there are no commemorative activities or anything like that."

"Haha, do you know why?"

The picket member sneered:

"Actually, many of our people died in that sneak attack. Several students I knew were studying at night on campus. As soon as they walked out of the study room, they were self-destructed by colonial soldiers. The pickets were killed on the spot. More than a dozen of them were killed in the bombing, and several others died in battles with the elite colonial soldiers—those friends, I still remember their names."

He took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and said quietly:

"Lore Shift, Saklin Merch, Donnel Petrik and Lena Yining."

Lucite turned his head and looked to the side: Hobbes just looked ahead calmly, very indifferently.

"The accident was clearly a terrorist attack, but the school suppressed it."

The picket member said coldly:

"White Candle Star has always been known for its safety and reliability. It is the first choice for allied civilizations to send their children to study abroad. The Supreme Council does not dare to damage the relationship with the allies. This reason is easy to understand. Once they choose to send their children here, the school can influence them through education. , to strengthen the good impression of international students on the Crystal Tower."

"When they graduate and return to their hometown, they will soon take over from their parents and become local officials, rulers, and group leaders. By then, they will be closer to the Crystal Tower civilization. Friendly, and even simply become the agent supported by the comprador and the Supreme Council."

"The classmates who died were all ordinary people of the Tanas tribe, with ordinary backgrounds. They only served as pickets to earn more credits, graduate successfully, and find a job. Such people are not lacking in civilization, and they will die when they die. Damn, it’s so fucked up… They’re all such good people who love life.”

As he said that, he glanced at Lucite:

"Oh, I'm not talking about you. Our civilization has always respected people like you who rely on knowledge to change your destiny. I just look down on the mages of the Supreme Council for doing this. They only see benefits and no humanity at all."

"It's nothing, I don't care. I hate those people too." Lucite waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

"They are our compatriots, so when they die, they die." Hobbes said, "But if a few outsiders die, it will be a diplomatic accident, so we dare not neglect it."

"There is nothing we can do about this..."

The picket sighed:

"After all...we are at war."

"Even if they don't die in the hands of Zangyue, at this time, they will almost all be promoted to the Zeta level and be recruited to serve in the army. At this time, the more people who support us, the better. We also hope that the vassals will give us support in the war. People pay for it.”

"The civilizations that went to the front line for the Crystal Tower, the civilizations that sacrificed their lives for our war, the civilizations that fought bloody battles for us—these are not a few. Can you tell who is at fault?"

The picket wanted to say something more, but there was a sudden commotion over there.

"Senior Mordot is back!" Silya shouted excitedly: "How is it? Senior? Have you found that powerful magic book?"

Mordot emerged from the crowd, holding a stack of spell books in his arms. He nodded to the expectant looks of others:

"Yes, I've got it."

A smile spread across his lips, looking contented.

"Next, we will keep everyone alive."

Modote said in a deep voice:

"The waning moon cannot defeat us. Now, it's our turn to fight back."

Li Ozi continued to move forward. He found a small number of corpses in colonial costumes along the way. Their heads were accurately damaged. The footsteps were numerous and chaotic. It was obviously a collective action.

"Lucite and Hobbes probably met their own people."

The more people there are, the easier it is to track. Li Ozi didn't think too much and followed the footprints all the way.

Due to the existence of dimensional barriers, any means of fast movement such as transportation, flying, etc. have become quite dangerous. If you are not careful, you may fall into the two-dimensional space.

Li Ozi is no exception - the Higgs force field within the school still exists. Although he also has the [Crescent Moon] arcane power in his hand, he does not dare to use it.

It is safest to test the boundaries on foot and find the gaps between the barriers.

Fortunately, Li Ozi did not see too many students being two-dimensionalized along the way. More people were brutally killed by colonial soldiers and died on the streets.

Li Ozi was in a hurry and had no time to collect the bodies of these classmates and drag them to a conspicuous place so that people in the future could see them.

While on the way, Li Ozi took out the amulet that the veiled woman had given to him before and asked:

"Zhannia, that woman just now seems to know you."

"There are not many people who know me. After all, I am also the weapon of a legendary demigod."

"Then do you know what this thing is for?" Li Ozi showed the amulet to Zhannia, who looked at it carefully and let out a light sigh.

"I seem to have seen the writing on it...but it was just a quick glance, so I'm not very clear."

Jania shook her head:

"But this is definitely not a thing that can harm you. Just take it with peace of mind."

After getting confirmation from Zhannia, Li Ozi accepted it with confidence.

It can almost be concluded that the veiled woman just now must have a hidden mission, maybe it is related to Zhannia, a long-term mission similar to the awakening and strengthening of the artifact.

It's a pity that his time is too tight and he really doesn't have time. Let's talk about it if we meet again in the future.

He took a look at the forum. There were no people in the forum at night. It was sparsely populated, and none of the players from the Faithful Village were online.

The situation is still not optimistic.

Li Ozi's advancement was very slow, and there was almost no profit from killing the elite colonial soldiers along the way, which made him feel a little impetuous. These monsters had almost no value at all. They were just walking dead that had been modified and implanted with arcane marks. Just now I had a good fight with Di Yalan, and it was like chopping melons and vegetables with these things, and it was still a forced fight, which would make anyone else feel irritated.

Fortunately, Di Yalan's condition was relatively stable. She occasionally murmured a few words in her sleep. Li Aozi fed her some water and milk and didn't make much fuss, so she didn't cause any more trouble to her.

As time goes by, the world under the dimensional barrier takes on a strange and bizarre appearance.

Under the dimensional barrier, time and space in many places were split, and some places were blocked, showing a daytime scene. But when you go around the gap, you immediately see dusk falling, and the setting sun is like blood. After going around a few areas, there are another Seeing the foggy morning - it was obvious that the dimensional barrier did not erupt in an instant.

The sneak attacks of the top colonial soldiers probably come one after another, which is also the limit of the zeta-level waning moon.

Li Ozi focused on collecting supplies. The school was already in chaos. A large amount of reserve resources had been looted. He had not encountered any remaining survivors.

On the contrary, the aura of Lucite's team was getting more and more chaotic.

A few hours later, Li Ozi finally walked out of the school gate and arrived in the city of Trivira.

The burning streets were blocked layer by layer, and the colonial soldiers searched and looted the ruins in large numbers and their numbers were incalculable.

Trivira has completely become an isolated island in the ocean.

"...Blocked."

Li Ozi glanced around and found that he really had no way to go.

A large number of colonial soldiers have noticed this conspicuous individual and are getting closer.

The auras of Lucite and others were just ahead... From their position, they seemed to be walking towards the graduate school.

When they left, they probably didn't expect that there were people in the school who could kill. They went on a rampage and attracted all the top soldiers in colonial uniforms.

"Hey, I really can't help it."

However, thanks to the gathering of these colonial costumes outside the school gate, the Higgs field can no longer interfere and take effect.

Li Ozi rubbed his temples. The moment he walked out of the school gate, his eyes were instantly covered with long-lost golden halos.

[Sequence Nine: Gravity]

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White Candle Star outer space orbit, 'Amaryllis' Fortress.

"We have talked many times about strengthening the construction of materialist thoughts and using magic theory to think. You are all experts in the industry and education experts. You should understand that at the university level, students are the stage where their minds are most susceptible to being shaken. They have a certain ability to think independently, but they always stubbornly believe that they are the only one unique. This kind of thinking is not allowed. If you don't pay attention, you will go astray in the heresy of idealism. What's more, you may degenerate and become corrupted. For citizens of [society]…”

Minister of Education Balcomon talked about ideas and educational policies on the stage, and the leaders and professors in the audience were about to fall asleep.

"What age is it, and you are still mentioning the threat of [society]..." Karl played with the information runes and complained in the group: "Dean Nastisa, what do you think? Decades ago, you personally The enemies of [hidden society] have been exiled, is it still necessary to regard [society] as the number one enemy now?”

"I have no comment." Nastisa said in the group chat while taking notes: "In any case, the threat has not been truly eliminated. The idealism of Night Butterfly is an absolutely unacceptable trend of thought. In recent years, There are also soldiers on the front lines who have wavered in their materialist ideas due to the sequelae of war trauma and mental illness, and have taken refuge in Ye Die Lao."

Dean Ye Wangnan suddenly said:

"Only losers will believe in religion. Our students are energetic and positive, and enjoy the dividends brought by magic every day. No matter what, I don't believe they will believe in that kind of thing. As for [Society] - haha , how many times does a person fail before he gives up everything about himself and becomes a container for citizens of [society]. We have done a good enough job in popularizing education, and everyone hates [society]. If this continues, be careful of the thoughts of hatred coming back to bite you. "

"You haven't experienced that era..."

Nastisa said complicatedly:

"120 years ago, [The Tailor], one of the members of the [Secret Society], made a comeback, bringing her brand new container to the land of the White Candle Star. Her power was extremely terrifying. It was a strange power that could not be explained by magic. She brought people together The fate of the city is connected, and the residents of the city are like puppets, reduced to her toys... If Miss Verlia hadn't come to help, White Candle Star would have been finished long ago. "

"But, that was also 120 years ago, right?" Karl said lightly: "The era has passed long enough. The life of a mortal is only about 120 to 180 years. People don't want to be restrained and controlled. In five years, , people will regard the days of freezing and hunger as a dream, and forget about it with a breath."

Snap.

The pen tip paused, and Nastisa raised her eyes indifferently and looked at Karl:

"What? Are you trying to say that [society] actually does not exist at all, it is just a lie spun by the government, and the real enemy is the Crystal Tower Civilization?"

"Really?" Karl shrugged: "I didn't say that. You can't blame me for thinking that."

"I'm very familiar with your argument." Nastisa said: "People who think they are awakened people and empathize with the suffering people preach the dark side of the world everywhere. They regard themselves as whistleblowers and think their actions are great. , fighting against the entire world—people like you eventually become the leading party in [society].”

Karl sneered: "Oh, my God, Miss Nastisa, patriotism is a business. If you really believe it yourself, then don't blame others for telling the truth and breaking your defense."

"I don't feel the sting, Mr. Carr."

Nastisa said calmly:

"Questioning people's simple emotions and love, ignoring objective facts - only Red King believers who are full of financial interests would think this way. Mr. Carr, it seems that I have to report your thoughts for idealism."

"Hohoho, now you are wearing a traitor hat on me and you want to get 500,000 Dina from me? Then you slander me as Night Butterfly's spy? Haha, only a little pink quartz like you would think so, Crystal Maggot is Crystal maggot, be careful of the iron fist of the Supreme Council, you will be the first to be struck down."

"That's enough! You two idiots!"

Principal Slavennikov Durgen couldn't help but speak in the group and stopped the scolding war:

"The minister summoned us to space to impart experience and remind us of lessons, not to make you two quarrel."

He glared at Nastisa: "If you are really patriotic, you will train all the students later. I will pay for you to buy a warship and go to the front line to kill the enemy."

He glanced at Karl coldly again: "As for you, don't be too embarrassed. Men will always be sent to the battlefield first. No one can escape."

Nastisa said:

"Teacher Durgen, you have obviously experienced that battle. The cruel atrocities of the [Secret Society] are vividly in your mind-"

"120 years ago, on the White Candle Star Fenris Front, I lost 30,000 brothers in one hour. You don't need to remind me."

Durgen said indifferently:

"I will not give up guarding against the [Secret Society], but what Carl said is right. Times have changed. Trivilla is peaceful and peaceful now. With Minister Balcomon here, not many people dare to cross him and invade us directly. "

"……hope so."

Nastisa nodded and said nothing. Carl next to him looked like a victorious rooster, with his chin held high and his arms folded in a arrogant manner.

"Hey...how could this happen?"

Principal Durgen shook his head slightly and continued to listen attentively.

Both of these people are confused. Do you really think the adults above would think so superficially? Every order issued by the Supreme Council has been carefully considered, and must be done to avoid more serious problems and interpretations.

These two idiots are still struggling with right and wrong... No matter what, it is rare to be able to come into contact with a powerful Kappa level person at such a close distance.

Whether they want to study or expand their network, the so-called 'training and learning', what they learn is secondary. The important thing is that they can show off their faces in front of powerful people like the minister. If they encounter any trouble in the future, they can go to It's time to say 'I am your student' and come and seek refuge.

But young people will be young people, and they will always struggle with the question of right and wrong.

But in this world, there is no absolute right or wrong.

"But fortunately, the academy that these two people are in charge of matches their personalities."

Karl is quick-witted and eloquent, which is perfect for bringing thinking to those who study the relationship between interstellar civilizations.

Nastisa is practical and brave, has the courage to take responsibility in her work, and has family and country thoughts. She is the perfect person to train practical students in the Magic Applied Academy.

"This intensive training and study took too long. I really don't know what will happen in school."

After all, that item is secretly buried in the school.

No matter how secretive it is, the news that the fragments of the Discrimination Eye are here will still spread to a small area. If someone infiltrates into the school during this time...

"no, I can not."

Durgen glanced at the information rune.

Until now, there has been no abnormal notification from Trivilla.

Everything on the ground was normal, and he somewhat agreed with Karl's idea: times have indeed changed, and dangers of that level in [society] will not appear again.