A man covered in black robes appeared in front of Lu Mingfei, surrounded by gray mist.
Those dark eyes swept over Lu Mingfei, which made him shudder involuntarily. Lu Mingfei felt that he was like an insignificant ant in front of him.
He did not cover his face under the black robe. Lu Mingfei could see his face clearly...
It was a strange face, part of it was Brother Fool's face, and the other part was the face of a stranger. The whole person's appearance seemed to be a fusion of Brother Fool's face and that of another person.
It's like a suture monster in a sense.
Under that black robe, there seemed to be something indescribable.
That's definitely not a fool!
Lu Mingfei looked at the person in front of him, or rather the evil god residing in Brother Fool's body, and felt a sense of sadness.
Brother Fool...is he okay?
Becoming the vessel of the evil god, will Brother Fool survive?
Lu Mingfei just looked at the evil god occupying Brother Fool's body with a cold expression and looked at the insane people around him with an expression of indifference.
Then he looked at the giant dragon that landed not far away.
The giant dragon landed on the ground after the evil god revealed his figure, and saw the evil god looking at him.
He actually bowed his head respectfully towards the evil god, as if he was a devout believer.
The evil god gently raised the corner of his mouth towards the giant dragon, obviously very familiar with this giant dragon.
The giant dragon roared softly, as if to meet the god again, and then said in a Hermetic language that did not belong to this world: "Mr. Fool...are you...awakening?"
He shook his head quietly, but said nothing.
Those at Kassel College had no idea what the dragon was talking about.
Some professors who had been far away and were lucky enough not to be insane were very excited when they heard this unknown language:
"Hurry and write it down, this may be a new type of dragon text!
"But our dragon bloodline didn't respond much. We couldn't understand it at all. It shouldn't be dragon text."
"I don't know, but this is the language spoken by the dragon, and it may be that it was specially communicated with the man in black robe.
"Maybe it's related language used to worship evil gods."
The professors fell into enthusiastic discussions.
Of course Angers also saw the weird evil god on the surveillance camera. Even though he was separated by a screen, he could still feel the suffocating and terrifying pressure...
He didn't even dare to look directly at the person on the surveillance camera!
Is that the mysterious Lord that those crazy people believe in?
Even the Dragon King surrendered to that one person, and it seemed that he was still a Dragon King in his prime... How terrifying!
Angers had a vague feeling that the "Lord of Mysteries" might be much more terrifying than the Black King Nidhogg.
Angers looked at Mance. His old friend was now lying on the ground, facing the screen, as if he was worshiping the evil god.
Suddenly, the evil god seemed to glance in their direction.
With a "Boom", all the monitoring devices were destroyed, and even the glass of the projection screen on Angers' side was shattered into pieces.
At this moment, Ange felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks.
There were also bursts of murmuring in his ears.
There were whispers that were sometimes detailed, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes seductive, sometimes manic, and sometimes crazy.
It's like thousands of insects talking together, forming a frenzied music that tortures the mind.
The babble was somewhat similar to the voice spoken by the giant dragon just now, and it seemed to be mixed with some other languages that Angers could understand.
But he couldn't concentrate at all to identify it.
Because the murmurings in his ears were so frantic and maddening. They were layered and couldn't be identified at all.
The pain in Ange's head was unbearable, as severe as if a steel drill had been inserted. His whole head seemed to explode, and his thoughts became very sluggish.
Angers realized that he was now in a very terrifying state. If he was not careful, he might really get his head shot. His whole body became more and more tense, and he might break into thousands of pieces at any time.
He wanted to raise his hands and cover his ears, but he couldn't complete this simple action.
With a sweet taste in his mouth, he spurted a mouthful of blood in front of him and fell to the ground and passed out.
Mance loosened his hands covering his ears, although the murmur in his mind was countless times clearer and stronger than what Anger heard, but so what.
The original professor's consciousness is now sleeping in this body, and the one currently taking over the body is an ordinary cat bug. How could the cat bug go crazy after listening to what the cat bug said.
It was those words that drove him a little crazy:
"Who is setting off the cannons in the middle of the night?"
"Do you know about the fireworks control? Who is so wicked! Be careful I report it..."
"Hoo ho ho... I have to sleep for a while... don't call me..."
"Gold pounds..."
Mance couldn't help but cover his face when he heard their sleep talking. Do they think about these things every day?
By the way, what did they dream about?
Mance recalled that when he was sleeping... he gave up thinking and still didn't know what he was dreaming about.
While enduring their sleep talking, they looked at Principal Angers who fell on the ground miserable and miserable with some resentment and some sympathy.
"If you don't seek death, you won't die... Principal, rest in peace...
I hope you, principal, can hold on..."
Mance knew that this old guy wouldn't die like that. After all, there was a screen just now, and the body hadn't fully woken up yet, so he wouldn't die just by looking at him.
What's more, the vitality of these hybrid little dragons is still very tenacious.
He didn't know if Ange's mental state would be bad next.
He is just an ordinary cat and insect, and these spiritual problems should be solved by the "audience".
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Klein vaguely felt that someone was peeping, so he looked over and saw no one.
He turned his head again and looked at the gray-white spiritual dragon that Miss Justice had transformed into.
He was actually a little confused about what was going on, but he just felt something was wrong. Why was it such a mess here? Why was there still the smell of gunpowder? Did someone set off firecrackers just now?
Klein, whose consciousness was still in his sleep, did not realize what Miss Justice just said.
He didn't even recognize that it was Miss Justice, but he just felt that the dragon seemed a bit familiar. He felt very friendly when he saw this dragon.