Monster Hunting High School

Blackened tree stumps are scattered and disorderly dotted in this pale and withered world; gray-white ghost-like beings squat on the tree stumps, holding the same vague shape of shakuhachi, playing continuously and uninterruptedly. A harsh and taunting music.

Although the appearance of these amorphous players is vague, based on their general appearance, it can still be judged that they are other missing members of the ogre tribe.

Obviously, all the ogres in this tribe are fused together through some weird and terrifying magic at this moment. The gray-white shadows left outside are like soap bubbles in the sun. They are fragile to the naked eye. Just a gust of wind or a flying stone can smash them into pieces.

Then amidst the babbling flute sounds, the shattered grays reunited little by little, and their figures became thinner and thinner, continuing their monotonous and boring undead career.

The last sound they left in the world was the shakuhachi's playing, which was harsh and sharp, like the noise of thousands of birds singing in unison.

The Magical Biology Lecturer's words seemed quite gentle against the background of this sharp noise.

And very reasonable.

But it was not enough to convince Zheng Qing.

The young public-funded student held the rune gun with his finger hooked on the trigger. His expression was a little hesitant until someone told him a hidden worry that he was not comfortable talking about.

"Sir, you are doing this to Namba Seidon's father."

A chubby face protruded from the blue giant's chest with great effort. His expression was a little blurry, but his words were extremely clear. There was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "...If Brother Scumbag doesn't take action today, he should be beaten tomorrow night." Sap."

Zheng Qing glanced at the fat face angrily.

"Brother scumbag?"

Gan Ning reacted for a few seconds before he realized what the code name meant. Then he remembered the special relationship between the "ordinary" little wizard in front of him and the dazzling witch in the air. He couldn't help but He raised his head and took another look.

The criss-crossing cursed lights above his head made him squint his eyes.

"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. No one will know that you didn't take action today." After a while, the young magical biology lecturer lowered his head, sighed, and asked Zheng Qing: "... Or maybe you think you need me? Do you have to sign a silent contract to stay aside?"

Zheng Qing lowered the muzzle of his gun and finally gave up the idea of ​​a cold shot that kept popping up in his mind just a moment ago.

On the one hand, Su Shijun now seems to be at ease and condescending. Although he cannot be said to have suppressed the monsters on the ground, he can be said to have "taken the strategic initiative." If he takes action at this moment, it is at best the icing on the cake - and there is a high probability that he will add another flower. What beautiful flowers.

He realized more clearly than ever that it would be unwise to rush into the battlefield between the two great wizards with only passion. Regarding this, the Black Prison Battlefield taught him a very profound lesson. Sometimes, good intentions can lead to bad things. The magic you throw may not necessarily knock down your enemies, but may critically hit your teammates.

On the other hand, the complex magic patterns that appeared and flowed on the monster in front of him were like a moving cat's tail, constantly arousing the curiosity in the heart of the young public-funded student.

With his profound knowledge of runes, Zheng Qing had already understood many "details" on that monster.

For example, the tiny tendrils that protrude like snail tentacles on the monster's body seem to be able to be extended indefinitely, intertwining like muscle fibers into thick arms covered with scales. At this moment, the arms that are raised high in the air to resist Su Shijun's spell and that are grabbing those cyan fox tails are all born in this way.

More than once, Zheng Qing saw those arms being torn to pieces by Su Shijun's spell, and then turning into tiny worm-like tendrils, crawling back to the monster, and coming to life again.

For another example, every time the monster roars or uses magic power, a dense patch of tiny runes will appear on its skin, some of which are gold and some of silver, intertwined together like cages and chains. The bloodline of demons and the pollution of the starry sky are each bound and distinct, maintaining a delicate and fragile balance in this deformed body.

The young public-funded student opened his eyes wide in surprise.

He admired himself for discovering so much just through "observation", but he felt that there were more details waiting for him to discover-such as further interpretation of the runes-and as long as he was given a little time, he would definitely understand More!

"enough."

Gan Ning's not-so-tall figure stood in front of the young public-sponsored student, blocking his sight. He looked at him thoughtfully, and finally reminded him lightly: "Many times, learning and exploration are not entirely positive. Positive words. Just understanding a lot of knowledge requires you to pay a heavy price...Don't be fooled by the knowledge that is poured into your mind, and be alert enough to it!"

"Okay, teacher."

The young public-funded student squeezed the talisman gun in his hand and looked back with disappointment and caution. The disappointment was that he felt as if he was about to touch the essence of the monster. The vigilance was that even he himself realized that this speed of mastering knowledge was extremely abnormal!

Two urgent and contradictory thoughts were violently conflicting in his mind, as if the two heads of a two-headed ogre were quarreling. Zheng Qing even wondered if he was going to have a schizophrenia, or if there was a mutation on the other side. The two-headed ogre is using some weird curse to try to transform himself.

He looked around irritably, suddenly startled, and unconsciously tore open the magazine, ejected the blood talisman bullet inside, and replaced it with an ordinary evil-proof talisman bullet.

Then he collected himself.

He raised his hand, aimed at a blackened locust tree stump in the sloping ground, and pulled the trigger.

That tree stump looked very normal, similar to hundreds of other similarly charred tree stumps around it. They were all products of the fight between the two great wizards. The upper part of the trees where they disappeared had turned into flying ashes under the interaction of the Thunder Curse and the Destruction Curse and disappeared into this world. Only the broken roots were left, lingering and gasping.

boom!

The crisp sound of the gunshot alarmed the other two spectators. The talisman bullet, wrapped in the milky white evil-proofing light, accurately hit the blackened tree stump, without a doubt, smashing it to pieces.

"What are you doing?" The Magical Biology lecturer frowned and looked at the wizard next to him who was making him worried.

"I want to try it."

The young public-funded student squeezed the rune gun in his hand and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "I just observed the runes... Those tree stumps and gray-white ghosts seem to be located at the nodes of a larger system... To this extent, it should not be given Let her cause trouble."