Less than seven minutes before the end of the hunting match, the huge, demonic black shadow had not yet completely descended on the arena, but it had already outlined its terrifying figure.
Bah, bah, bah.
A quick trot suddenly broke the tranquility of the lounge under the stands.
Li Meng held up a brass telescope and barged in, panting and shouting: "It's amazing, it's amazing... There's a big guy outside! That guy Zheng Qing is going to be finished!"
"oh?"
Beauty Su snorted lazily, put away the book "Near Death Experience" in her hand, tilted her head and glanced at the little witch: "Don't be anxious, speak slowly."
Classmate Li Meng was immediately captured by this head-tilting killer.
"Zheng, Zheng Qing, there is a big, huge monster..." The little witch blushed and stammered for a while before straightening her tongue again: "I mean, there is a huge monster coming outside.
, it can eat half of the stadium in one bite... Zheng Qing’s little hunting team can’t even squeeze it between its teeth!”
Before she finished speaking, Li Meng felt her eyes blur.
When she came back to her senses again, she realized that she was being held by Su Shijun, standing on the edge of the stands - if in normal times, the beautiful Su would have caused a commotion long ago if she appeared on such an occasion, but now, the strange and huge statue under the stands
His presence attracted everyone's attention, so that no one noticed the new figure appearing in this corner for a while.
At the top of the stand, the puppet man was broadcasting the real-time battle situation in a gloating voice: "... We have good news and bad news... The good news is that there are still six minutes and thirty-four seconds left before the end of the hunting game.
The team only has one last ghoul left to deal with...the bad news is, this one is a little bit bigger!"
"It's also a ghoul?!"
Li Meng immediately caught the key word in the commentary, and immediately opened his eyes wide, looking at the rolling deep darkness on the field in disbelief, completely unable to understand what this form had to do with ghouls.
Su Shijun squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the dark giant whose appearance gradually became clearer in the field, and replied softly: "Mordiggian...an ancient existence who lives in Zul Baha Sal's charnel house, the gloomy god of bones,
The King of Ghouls... It wouldn’t be wrong to call him the last ghoul.”
It seems to be a footnote to the witch's explanation.
In the hunting ground.
The limbless demonic giant waved its shadow tentacles, swaying the darkness of the void and the cold of death, roaring a phrase that most of the students on the hunting ground could not understand:
"Zul Bahar Sal!"
…
…
"Mordiggian..."
Repeating that soft and hot name in his mind, Zheng Qing felt as if he was standing next to a stove. The bone-chilling chill around him quietly retreated, and his frozen thoughts began to flow again.
After coming back to his senses, the young government student subconsciously pressed the button on the pocket watch case.
Click.
The watch case opens, revealing a clear glass case. On the dial, the slender second hand ticks slowly, just like it has been for a long time since its birth.
There are still two minutes and fifty-five seconds left before the hunting match ends.
Zheng Qing clearly remembered that the last time he looked at the dial, it was exactly three minutes before zero hour, and then they started running for their lives. In other words, it only took less than five seconds from the time they started running away to the end when the entire army was destroyed?
!
The boy let out a sigh of relief, spread out his arms, and lay on his back in the thick dust of the hunting ground. He looked at the low clouds rolling above his head and the blurry and flickering lights on the stands around him, and he didn't want to move at all.
But he only lay there for a second before he realized something seemed wrong.
The darkness has not completely left the hunting ground.
The Puppet Man hasn't announced the end of the selection competition yet.
A flash of colorful curse light flashed above the head, like exploding fireworks, and like the radiant light that evaporated after the curse was released.
But no one is around to cast the spell?
The boy sat up in confusion and looked around, only to see thick black tentacles dancing vigorously around him, as if he was fighting some powerful opponent. From time to time, several tentacles would bend at strange angles, and then
Several 'fireworks' exploded near that angle.
The young wizard slowly raised his eyebrows, seeming to realize something.
He carefully raised the Dharma book.
Before he could even open his mouth, a spell rushed out of the page and hit those huge black tentacles - Zheng Qing dared to point at his husband's red paper tablet and swear that he hadn't had time to mobilize a trace of magic power in his body, and there was only one in his Dharma book.
The last few auxiliary magics were left - but looking at the appearance of those black tentacles, they seemed to have been hit by a forbidden curse. They instantly became tattered in the curse light, and one tentacle was even broken by the volley.
It fell to the ground, twisted like a dying worm, and then silently sank into the ground.
The corners of the wizard's mouth twitched.
"It's too much."
He felt a little hot on his face - this came from the last conscience of a decent man - and he murmured: "There are only a few binding spells in my book... they can't be so powerful..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
What answered him was the increasingly shining cursed light in mid-air and the increasingly intense magic power fluctuations all around. Zheng Qing had reason to believe that if he were in the stands, he would have no reason to doubt that in such a fierce 'battle situation', there was a dazed man standing there.
Confused young man.
The condemnation of ‘conscience’ is awkward and lengthy.
The battle seemed extremely short.
"Duang!"
When the pointer fell to zero, the rich bells echoed over the playing field, and the darkness over the hunting ground and the huge and terrifying figure seemed to be under a immobilizing spell and instantly solidified.
The next second, as if erased by an eraser, the huge shadow dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Also disappearing was the barrier that shrouded the hunting ground. The deafening noise from the stands rushed into the hunting ground along with the fresh air. Almost everyone was shouting, screaming, applauding and cheering.
"incredible!"
The strange and sharp voice of the puppet man reappeared in the ears of the young public student: "Incredible ending! The Exoneration Hunting Team actually managed to survive until the last second! ... Although they only have the last hunter left...
…But in the eyes of any observer, this is almost an impossible task!”
Immediately, its voice was drowned by an even larger sound wave.
Because the hunting game was over and the dark shadows in the hunting ground receded, the young wizards in the stands finally found Su Shijun standing in the corner of the stands watching the game silently.
"Su Shijun!"
"Su Shijun!"
"Su Shijun!"
In the blink of an eye, the audience who were cheering for the victory of the forgiveness one second decisively changed their stance the next second and shouted the name of the beautiful lady Su neatly and rhythmically, giving Zheng Qing an illusion for an instant, as if tonight
What is held here is not a hunting competition, but Su Shijun's personal show.