Under the guidance 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 facing a life-and-death crisis like a demonic invasion at close range, which could destroy a country or even destroy the world, there was no confusion at all. Neither one was so frightened that he lost his mind, nor was he so excited that he started talking about it.
The immersion on the road at dusk 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 at all.
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 formed a complete side, they would suddenly flash a glow, forming a solid side.
The 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 different races, the size and decoration of each car are different.
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 teeth on the waist and abdomen.
, and like a zipper door.
They split open, like a laughing clown. They didn't close their mouths again until they swallowed all the luggage.
Whenever the necromancers get on a bus, the front of the bus without a driver will suddenly light up with two dim yellow flames. It's like a monster lying on the ground suddenly gained life and opened two huge flames.
His eyes revealed a ferocious face like a demon.
These activated spliced corpses do not require detailed command and operation, but can possess simple wisdom. They can even be used as simple shelters to block attacks and curses from 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.
Even solid rock walls can be smashed directly through!
The colorful blood of demons is splashed on the front of the hell bus, which looks like street graffiti in an artistic style. Occasionally, you can see demons who can't dodge and are swallowed by the suddenly opened front of the bus and turned into fuel!
When the bus, with its tires trailing bloodstains, stopped at the port, the front of the bus was still chewing slowly. The severed limbs and wings of the demons could still be seen between the huge 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 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 tracking down the remains of the Tower of Babel - a legend that had not been destroyed in history, but whose traces could not be found in the material world. This task 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 yearns for the ending of being burned to death 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 path that extraordinary people on the dusk path cannot escape.
impulse.
Although the 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 are just worried that they will die incognito and be forgotten after 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 left no traces after its collapse. How sad it is.
So Adolf decided to use his own life to complete the last work.
I use this work to thank the Pope for helping me fulfill my wish; it is also to engrave my 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 sent away.
People forget... After all, the Count of Leipzig himself does not have much irreplaceable value. His status comes entirely from the unparalleled intimidation of the first generation of Red Prime Ministers.
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 slightly stretched out his hand to touch the ice sculpture.
The frozen Prince Heinrich was instantly unblocked.
His body suddenly leaned forward, and his weak and trembling body almost fell to the ground.
"You, 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 that 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 experience in a dream, like water flowing through the fingers.
get away.
He stared at Adolf, whose body was hidden in the darkness, and shouted sternly: "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. They were also like the dark golden pupils of a 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…”
"...Wha, 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 ability, he wouldn't even be able to catch Adolf at this moment.
He looked at the old man who had gone 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.