Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing knew the incantation of "carrying up the emperor's corpse".

It is often combined with another short spell "Ba Luan Qiang Qiang" to form a "waking up spell", which is often used by students to force themselves to get up when they cannot get up in the morning.

Although Zheng Qing has never experienced it personally, he has seen Fatty Xin use this spell more than once, and the effect is very good. Even if you sleep like a dead pig one second, you will rise out of bed under the influence of the spell the next second, as if you are possessed by a ghost.

But now, it's a bit scary that Dylan cast this short spell on a dead ghoul and made it 'get up'.

In any normal society, desecrating a corpse is a very serious mistake.

Even the corpse of a ghoul.

In the wizarding world, this type of blasphemous magic has a special term - necromancy. In the eyes of most wizards, necromancy undoubtedly belongs to the category of black magic.

This is a stubborn impression rooted in the minds of most wizards, as stubborn as the cockroaches in the sewers or the moss on the damp corners.

First University is a very decent school.

There is no doubt about this and it is well known.

A second-year student of the First University performed necromancy magic on a dead ghoul in broad daylight and in full view of the public. It was as frightening as if Poseidon's identity was completely exposed, which frightened Zheng Qing.

"Are you crazy?"

The young public-funded student jumped up and waved the magic book, trying to interrupt Mr. Vampire Werewolf's magic. However, after the magic book was spread out, he realized that he did not understand necromancy magic.

Xiao Xiao grabbed his sleeve and shook his head slightly.

"This is not necromantic magic that desecrates corpses."

The apologetic fortune teller first calmed the panicked captain, and then gave a brief explanation: "...This is the talent control magic of high-level undead on low-level undead... We are lucky, in facing the ghoul For this game, it just so happened that Dylan was chosen.”

Mr. Vampire Werewolf made an OK gesture towards Zheng Qing, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a pair of beautiful but pale little fangs.

Pure-blood vampires are high-level undead, while scavenging ghouls are low-level undead. This is common sense. Although half of Dylan's bloodline is that of a werewolf, the other half of his vampire bloodline is extremely noble, so he also masters some of the innate magic that belongs to the vampire family.

After listening to the doctor's explanation, the excusing captain breathed a heavy sigh of relief. His back felt a little damp, and then he realized that he had broken out in a cold sweat just for a moment.

"Were you shaking just now?" Dylan sniffed sharply and asked suspiciously.

He was waving his fingers, like a conductor taking time in front of an orchestra, waving his arms and fingers slightly to turn the vampire around.

"No, it's adrenaline."

The young public-funded student immediately denied Mr. Vampire Werewolf's speculation and explained quickly: "Increased adrenaline secretion will cause metabolic heat production to increase, and decreased secretion will cause the heart rate to drop, and the body temperature to drop... This is a scientific explanation. , has nothing to do with magic.”

"is that so?"

Classmate Dylan looked away with a confused expression and focused on the vampire corpse in front of him again. As time went by, the rhythm of his command became more and more brisk, and the ghoul's movements gradually became more flexible, and his movements were even more agile than when he was alive.

"It seems like a good idea, but isn't one end a little short?" The red-faced wizard crossed his arms, looked at the ghoul's body, and pondered.

"Do not worry!"

Mr. Vampire Werewolf winked at his companions and said with a hint: "With so much material... it's no problem to entangle hundreds of ghouls... even if they are stronger than before."

"Just the one you command?" Zheng Qing snorted.

Dylan chuckled, and the Dharma book on his waist automatically floated in front of him. Without any wind, he turned over several pages. Then he pressed his hand on the Dharma book, suppressed his smile, and said solemnly:

"The divine tool stops drunkenness, and the emperor's corpse is carried!"

"The workers wish to announce their wishes, and the bells and drums send out the corpse!"

There was a faint sound of bells and drums in the void, mixed with vague prayers that were incomprehensible. Zheng Qing felt as if he had arrived at a temple or a worship site for an instant.

The gray-white curse light gushes out from the Dharma book like flowing water, washing and rolling, and in an instant it submerges the hill-like pile of ghoul corpses. A steady stream of magic power seeps into the mountain of corpses amidst the blessings and the sound of bells and drums. , a pair of gray-white eyes opened one after another, and the arms twisted and stretched out. The whole pile of corpses was like a blooming rotten lotus, exuding a frightening aura.

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"dark magic!"

"Necromantic black magic!"

"The Forgiveness Hunting Team used a forbidden technique in full view of everyone!"

When Dylan summoned the first ghoul corpse, the puppets in the stands shouted happily, lest the audience could not hear clearly, and almost stuck their noses into the stamens of the morning glory: "Did everyone see it? They summoned The dead body of a ghoul...oh?"

A black-robed wizard hurriedly walked through the crowd, squeezed next to the puppet man, and handed over a slender parchment note. The puppet man reluctantly took his nose out of the morning flowers and glanced at the contents of the note. .

Then it immediately became listless.

"Oh, that's it."

It cleared its throat and explained simply in a voice seven octaves lower than before and at a fast speaking speed: "According to relevant policies, the control of high-level undead over low-level undead is within the scope of the protection of the Wizarding Code." Magic...so what we're seeing is legal."

Having said this, it angrily stuffed the piece of paper into its mouth and chewed it viciously a few times.

"Legal, but unreasonable!" The puppet man said in a vague tone, pointing his middle finger to the sky fiercely: "In this terrible world, even in a dream, we can't get the justice and equality we deserve!"

The answer was the chaotic noise in the stands.

Almost no one listened seriously to the fragmentary and subjective words of the puppet man. The young wizards all gathered together in twos and threes, holding up their brass telescopes and listening to the 'experts' in their own small circles explaining the game.

Of course, not everyone is focused on hunting.

From the beginning of the game until now, there has always been a strong voice in the stands, enthusiastically and firmly waving a banner with the nine-tailed flower, the emblem of the Qingqiu tribe, and uniformly shouting the name of 'Su Shijun'.

"The tenth batch of prey has been released!"

The puppet man regained his energy, stuffed his nose into the morning flowers, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "...We can see that the group of ghoul corpses from the Exoneration Hunting Team have already come forward under the command of the hunter 'Gentleman'... ...It must be admitted that even if this is in a dream, this is an extremely cruel scene..."