Hunting College

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The roaring sound interrupted the small chat among the few month-old parliamentarians on the top of the tower.

　　Under the sky lantern.

　　 Behemoth raised his two thick forelimbs, clasped his claws into his fists, roared, and slammed it down. Standing on the top of the tower, you can clearly see a circle of dark earth waves spreading in all directions, centered on the Behemoth beast, like a sandstorm.

　　 The sand and gravel splashing from the ground are like shells, with a whistling sound of breaking through the air, straight into the sky. Hundreds of sky lanterns could not be avoided, and they were pierced by the grains of sand and turned into dazzling fireballs in mid-air.

　　 After the light, the darkness becomes more and more eye-catching.

　　 The loss of hundreds of sky lanterns, the contrast of light and dark after the sudden light, coupled with the diffuse black dust storm, shrouded the originally clear and bright battlefield with a thick and thick shadow, becoming blurred.

　　 "Crack!"

　　 A dull cracking sound came from deep underground.

　　 Behemoth's hammer with all his strength not only smashed the ground under his feet into a big hole, but also broke the veins in the depths of the earth, smashing out the boiling magma in the ground.

　　 The dry land made an unknown click in the roaring dust storm, and the trace of the crack was centered on Behemoth, spreading in all directions, like a huge spider web.

　　 Every crack is bottomless.

　　 "Hell!!"

　　 Behemoth’s whispered roar echoed in the shadow of the mountain like a mountain, echoing in the ears of every wizard in the Hell Castle. With this roar, an anxious breath suddenly rose from the cracks that spread.

　　 Almost the same moment.

　　 Boom! boom! boom! ! !

　　 The other three directions of the Black Prison Castle also sounded a huge roar at the same time, resembling thunder.

　　 "Hell!"

　　 "Hell!"

　　 "Hell!"

　　 Three different voices, in no particular order, sounded almost at the same time as Behemoth's roar. The sound of cracking underground rock layers one after another, in a lonely world, hills and valleys collapsed, river valleys shifted, the earth usurped the authority of the sky, and the thunderbolt sounded from the ground instead of the sky.

　　 The cracks spreading in the four directions are connected to each other in a blink of an eye, turning into a larger and more complex spider web.

　　When the dust hasn't fallen to the ground, the cracking sound still echoes in my ears.

At the bottom of the deep cracks, bursts of hot magma gush out, and the dark red color rolls and surges between the cracks, intertwining each other, like a hot rope, stretching out from all directions, tied to the black **** The body of the castle.

　　 This is a huge formation outlined with magma.

　　 The original sky lantern was as thick as ink, as if the darkness that could not be resolved, was cut by this dark red rope, smearing a dim and rich red to the world of thousands of miles.

　　 The wizards light up the sky.

　　 The prisoners lit the earth.

　　 The pale white rays of light falling from the sky and the dark red rays of light gushing from the ground collided on the surface, making the world brighter and more violent.

　　 Sparks splashed all over, and the flames skyrocketed.

　　 Behemoth's figure seemed to become more distorted and larger in the burning air.

　　……

　　 "Sky Spider, Eliza!"

　　 "Lich, Sujiade!"

　　 "Resentment, Fukatsu Ryoko!"

　　 "And the monster, Behemoth!"

　　 "The last few big monsters still alive in the dark prison, and otherworldly gods... have they joined forces?"

　　I looked around without a word, looked at the figures twisted in the flames, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Wow...It's really an act of breaking the boat... This is the legendary ‘Hell’s formula’."

　　 "What is the equation of hell?" Su Shijun can clearly feel the anxiousness that is slowly spreading around him, but this is not exactly the same as the aura of hell.

"With the earth as the bone, the magma as the blood, and the demon as the skin, sacrifice the last remaining vitality of this world, summon the first depraved aura of Guixu, and create an environment more compatible with the demon...This is the'Hell Equation', A magic circle between the world and hell, a spell that can be destroyed together."

　　 "To the end?!"

"No madness, no survival." The soul silently looked at the figures in the depths of the fire, and said faintly: "Or, with the help of this monstrous demon flame, they break the shackles of the black prison and escape to the sky; or, he Together with the black prison, we completely sink into the ruins, and by the way, drag the wizards who had no time to escape into the depths of the hell.

　　 "The devil does not necessarily come from hell, but the devil must like hell."

"His," Milton shivered, and shook his head again and again: "It sounds terrible...Can we still quit? When the school recruited us, we only said that we needed to fight against an army of monsters that might come, but didn't say we wanted to. Let them die together."

　　 William Tubote tilted his head and glanced at the vampire, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

　　 "This is the black prison, not the country of Oz." He made no secret of the contempt in his tone: "...You can't touch your heel three times before completing the commission, and then pat your **** back to Kansas."

　　 Duke Milton gave Mr. Werewolf a glance.

"You know, you should be more friendly to your comrades in arms." He reminded slickly: "Because you never know if you need him to save your life in the next second...especially in this kind of world. In the case of death."

"You? Help?" William seemed to hear some big joke: "If you are willing to stay neutral when I fight with Behemoth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and don't stabb me in the back, thank God. !"

　　 "A baseless accusation!" Duke Milton shook his fingers and retorted in a serious manner: "If you are outside the black prison, you will receive a dozen indictments from Dan Hagg!"

"I didn't mean anything. Look, I have ten fingers in my pockets." William squatted on the wall, his hands in his pockets: "In addition, when a wizard threatens another wizard with Dan Hagg, it means He was poked into a sore spot..."

　　 "It means you two can shut up!"

　　 Su Shijun glared at the two teammates with a headache, but Milton and William's stalemate eased her tension before the war and rejuvenated the foxtail behind her.

　　 Mr. Vampire and Werewolf looked at the foxtail poking in front of the tip of his nose, honestly raised his hand, and made a zipper action on his mouth, indicating that they would be quiet.

　　 Su Shijun looked at the soul silently at this time.

　　 "Why are they making up their minds now?" She looked at the magma flowing around outside the black castle, and the prisoners who were cheering and roaring behind the magma, puzzled:

　　 "If the four big monsters can launch the equation of hell... then why are they making up their minds now?"

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