Pastor's Tantra

Under the leadership and protection of the teachers, the evacuation of the ziggurat was conducted in an orderly manner.

The main reason is that these students are not very outgoing.

Even when faced with a life-and-death crisis like a demonic invasion at close range, which could destroy a country or even the world, there was no confusion at all. Neither scared to the point of losing one's mind, nor excited to the point of discussion.

The immersion in the dusk road has made their emotions a lot lighter - I am afraid that even if they are allowed to play horror games and encounter monsters with jumping faces, their heart rates will not change.

When everyone is willing to obey the command, the efficiency of the operation is instantly improved.

As noble spellcasters, they certainly don't have to walk directly to the port - the bones of those corpses that were dissolved in the pool can be taken out and built into a car.

I saw bones of all sizes flying up out of thin air, landing in corresponding positions along the light traces arranged in advance in the void. Whenever they form a complete side, there will suddenly be a flash of light, forming a solid bone wall.

In just a short time, a bus made of various animals was created out of thin air.

Because the bones used are of different sizes and even races, each car is different in size and decoration.

But each car basically has 28 or 32 seats - a total of four rows of seats, about seven or eight rows. These "hell buses" made of a large number of bones also have two rows of doors that look like teeth and zippers on the waist and abdomen.

They split open like clowns laughing. He didn't close his mouth again until he swallowed all the luggage.

Whenever the necromancers get on a full bus, the front of the bus without a driver will suddenly light up with two dim yellow flames. It was as if the monster lying on the ground suddenly came to life, opened its two huge eyes, and revealed a ferocious face like an evil ghost.

These activated spliced ​​corpses do not need detailed command and operation, but can have simple wisdom. It can even be used as a simple shelter to block the attacks and curses of lower-level demons.

Those lower-level demons who had no ability to fly and were unable to dodge, or who actively tried to block the bus, were smashed by them - these temporarily constructed "hell buses" had the structural strength of the third to fourth energy levels. It can even break through even solid rock walls!

The devil's colorful blood splattered on the front of the hell bus, looking like street graffiti in an artistic style. Occasionally, you can see a demon being swallowed by the suddenly opened front of the car and turned into fuel!

When the bus, with its tires trailing bloodstains, stopped at the port, the front of the car was still chewing slowly. The severed limbs and wings of the demons can also be seen from the huge gaps in the teeth.

While the Necromancers in the Ziggurat were quietly waiting for the ship in the port.

Adolf von Menzel walked alone in the deserted ziggurat.

He walked freely in the darkness.

He was so familiar with the darkness. This dim, lifeless environment reminded him of the night when he was attacked by the undead and saved by the Wild Hunt when he was young.

"My Lord the Pope..."

Vice Principal - Adolf, who has now briefly become the real principal, sighed: "Sometimes, you may not need to fulfill all the wishes of others..."

He originally wanted to use the last time of his life to follow the footsteps of the Wild Hunt, but this wish was fulfilled perfectly by the Pope - Aiwass directly brought the King of the Wild Hunt to the Ziggurat and brought him to the ziggurat. in front of him.

He later thought about pursuing the ruins of the Tower of Babel - a legend that had not been destroyed in history, but no trace of it could be found in the material world. And this matter was also completed by the Pope.

...and Adolf von Menzel had absolutely nothing to do.

——But you must not die so easily.

Just like his childhood dream - Adolf longed for the ending of being burned away by the blazing sun and sealed by the sun. That is the obsession to engrave one's existence on the world, and it is the impulse of the path that those who are extraordinary in the dusk path cannot get rid of.

Although extraordinary beings on the twilight path have extremely strong life-extending abilities, strictly speaking, they are not afraid of death, and they have little interest in the enjoyment of the material world. They just worry that they will die anonymously and be forgotten after their death.

For people in the twilight, if they are forgotten after death, it is equivalent to living in vain.

Just like the Tower of Babel - such a wonder, it is so sad to leave no traces after its collapse.

So Adolf decided to use his own life to complete the last work.

Use this work to express your gratitude to the Pope for helping you fulfill your wish; it is also to engrave your existence on history!

The work of creation always requires materials.

Nowadays, there are not many materials left in the Ziggurat... However, people have subconsciously ignored a very high-standard material.

——The Earl of Leipzig, who was permanently frozen in the ziggurat by Adolf himself, was not sent away with the evacuation of the Necromancer. As the son of Hong Xiang, with the death of Hong Xiang, he was also forgotten... After all, the Count of Leipzig himself did not have much irreplaceable value. His status came entirely from the unparalleled intimidation of the first generation of Hong Xiang. .

But for Adolf, the noble Prince Heinrich, Count of Leipzig, had another identity.

——That is his stupid student and creation.

Adolf walked up to Prince Heinrich and stretched out his hand slightly to touch the ice sculpture.

The frozen Prince Heinrich was instantly unblocked.

His body suddenly leaned forward, and his limp and trembling body almost fell to the ground.

"W-what do you want to do?!"

Prince Heinrich's voice trembled.

Although extremely frightened, he still tried to maintain his dignity - he put his hands on the wall and let his weak body gradually stand up.

He felt like a long time had passed since he was frozen...but it seemed like it was only a moment. When he woke up, the vague memories of the frozen time dissipated as quickly as the experiences in a dream, like water escaping from the fingers.

He stared at Adolf, whose body was hidden in the darkness, and shouted sharply: "How dare you attack me...Does the ziggurat want to bear the wrath of the red phase?!"

"Hehe...hehe..."

Adolf's sarcastic laughter came from the darkness: "I think so, I really want to."

The two dim yellow eyes were like two lights in the dark night. It's like the dark golden pupils of a wild beast.

"I really want to bring him back to life now - if I remember correctly, the Son of the Moon should be able to easily swallow demons of the same level. Demons that are terrifying to ordinary people are like snacks to the Son of the Moon. As delicious as health supplements…”

"...W-What?"

Prince Heinrich's pupils suddenly shrank and he trembled violently: "Father, how could he...?!"

"Yeah, how is that possible..."

Adolf's sad voice sounded in the darkness: "Father - this is how you see him."

If it weren't for the Moon Son's night vision, he wouldn't even be able to catch Adolf at this moment.

He looked at the old man who was bald and had only a few hairs. His body was still trembling because the cold had not dissipated.

The old man wearing small round glasses with thin rims, his eyes looked as dead as dead trees covered with snow in winter.