Mai Shutoku clung to the wall, hidden in the gap between the Odin Hall and the Rhine Hall.
This is a twin building. There is only a gap less than 20 centimeters wide between the two almost identical buildings. It is usually almost impossible to fit an adult in. But now there are twelve people crammed in there. All these are strictly controlled.
The people who were training all tightened their ribs to make themselves thinner so that they could fit in this gap. This is why they have not been discovered yet. There were flashlights flashing outside, but no one took a look inside.
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"Ma Yi, I see you looking so embarrassed again." A cold voice came from behind.
"What can I do about what the little boss has to do?" Mai Shutoku sighed, "After all, we are all working for the unscrupulous boss."
"Should we act like last time?" The person at the end of the line who was not part of this team asked coldly.
"With slight changes, we only need to hold back the students this time to prevent them from affecting the little boss, and reduce the casualties caused by Constantine and Norton's awakening." Mai talked to Zero across the eleven people, "Okay, let's change this time. I'll be in charge of Caesar, and you can deal with Chu Zihang." Ling dropped these words, turned around and left.
"It's okay, I don't want to face my ugly duckling sister, but Sanwu Niu'er still has such a personality." Mai sighed with emotion, and then said to the men behind her, "Follow her and follow her orders.
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"By the way, lend me your "Word Spirit Mingzhao"." Zero suddenly turned back and walked up to Mai and said.
"Come on." Mai Shutoku shrugged nonchalantly and suddenly stuffed something into Rei's pocket.
Zero didn't notice that her golden eyes lit up at this time, and she was staring at Shutoku Mai with all her attention. She opened and closed her mouth quickly and recited the dragon text. After a while, she made an OK gesture.
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Professor Schneider looked at his watch. A full hour had passed, and the intruders hiding in the darkness had not been discovered. It was impossible for them to escape from the campus, because after the state of emergency was activated, all cameras began to work, and every entrance and exit
Even the walls are closely monitored.
"Where is Ye Sheng? Where is he?" He turned to Professor Manstein and asked.
"I don't know, maybe you are protecting the Odin Hall with Caesar and the others?"
"Besides Ye Sheng, are there any students present who can use "Word Spirit Snake"?"
"According to the records, there are two other people who can... Also, I can do it myself. The 'snake' may be able to find the location of the intruder, but under the 'precepts' of the vice principal, no one can use the spirit of speech." Man
Professor Stein pointed to his temple, "Our strength is forced to sleep."
"Can you ask the "Night Watcher" to temporarily lift the "commandment"?" Professor Schneider suddenly asked.
"My dad?" Professor Manstein was stunned for a moment, "No, only Principal Angers can order him to lift the "discipline". Unless authorized by the principal, no one can do it."
"But this is a special situation!" Professor Schneider punched the conference table in front of him, "Dragon invasion! This has never happened since the founding of Kassel!"
"It is true that I haven't received authorization from Principal Angers, but as long as the "Night Watch" can lift the "commandments", we will have hundreds of students who have liberated the spirit of speech as a viable force!"
"So, Manstein, please, please ask the "Night Watch" to lift the "commandment" for just one night, okay?" Professor Schneider stared into his eyes.
Manstein was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and took out his mobile phone, "Okay, but I can only try calling. If he doesn't agree, there's nothing I can do."
"As long as this plan can be proposed..." Professor Schneider said firmly, "I believe that the "Night Watch" will make its own judgment."
There was a busy signal on the phone. After a long time, Professor Manstein put down the phone and shook his head, "I don't know who he was talking to on the phone. Maybe he just didn't want to answer."
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In the attic under the church bell tower, the 1952 classic western film "Noon" is playing on the big screen, in which the lone hero and law enforcement officer Jerry Guber walks down the streets of a dusty western town with a gun.
"Hey, Angers, I heard that you are planning to dissect the Norton skeletal bottle today, right?"
Wearing a plaid shirt, a rolled-brimmed cowboy hat on his head, and a pair of old-fashioned boots with shiny spurs on his feet.
This old guy dressed in the old west was lying on the sofa with his feet raised high. There was a candle burning silently next to him. He took a few sips of the beer in his hand and answered the phone while staring at the screen.
"Did you know that the dragon invasion is also today?" the night watchman asked leisurely, "Is it a coincidence?"
"I don't know. Anyway, the anatomy is going on as planned. More than ten people can't make it big." Ange's voice came from the microphone, "Are you still watching "Noon"? You've watched it so many times.
Don't you find it annoying?" Angers asked.
"I know an old guy like you won't like this kind of passionate movie!" the old cowboy said.
"Compared to this, I prefer Al Pacino's "Scent of a Woman."" Angers said lightly.
"You coquettish old guy." The old cowboy laughed and cursed.
"Hey, old friend, let's lift the "commandment"." Angers said suddenly.
The old cowboy suddenly sat up straight, his face gradually becoming serious, "Are you serious?"
"The dragon princes are about to wake up. Wouldn't it be a good thing for the young people to get some exercise and prepare themselves for the battle?"
"Yan Ling is the devil in the bottle. If you let it out easily, you can gain strength, but it may not be a good thing."
"As a person with dragon blood, you are using the power of the devil to fight against the devil, right? Night watchman, neither of us can guard this night. We need young people."
The old cowboy was silent for a long time, "I agree with you for now, take care of your students."
He turned off the TV and sat quietly on the sofa, with only a candlelight illuminating his old face.
After a few minutes, he straightened up and blew out the candle.
As the candlelight went out, a "spirit" powerful enough to envelope the entire Kassel College collapsed.
Dozens of meters deep underground in the library, on the monitoring screen of the central processing system, dozens, hundreds, to silver-blue beams of light slowly rise. It is a power that has been passed down from ancient times. The students are rioting, and they have been suppressed for a long time.
The "spirit" is revived.
Almost at the same moment, Mai Shutoku, who was hiding in the gap, jumped out. Amidst Long Wen's singing, her figure became darker and darker, until finally it was as dark as a ball of ink.
"Yanling·Mingzhao"!
The moment she landed, her figure collapsed. It was as if he was originally an ink stain that was washed away from the paper by a splash of water.
She disappeared.
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Old Tang is climbing down the chimney of the library, which is not a problem for his supposedly strong skills.
He doesn't know where the Odin Hall is, so he can only follow his own intuition. I hope his luck will be as good as usual this time.
"Give it some use." He thought
He quickly judged the situation when the alarm sounded. It was basically impossible to approach the Odin Hall from the ground. Even if there were no students on the ground who were on alert, he might not be able to find the way.
He decided to go inside the building, where at least there would be more hiding places.
He got out of the fireplace and saw the books stacked on the two walls to the roof. They were all monographs wrapped in cowhide with gilded titles, "Study on Dragon Mitochondria", "Preliminary Exploration of Dragon Base Pair Theory", "Dragon Skeleton:
"The Mega Evolution of Reptiles"...and on the table next to the fireplace is a large thick book "Dungeons and Dragons: A Beginner's Guide".
"Hey, this school is obviously a place where lunatics gather, but there is DND, which is quite to my liking." Old Tang muttered, picking up the Dungeons and Dragons and reading it.
He is also a loyal player of the "Dungeons and Dragons" series. When he is not taking jobs, he acts as a GM and plays board games with friends in a Brooklyn cafe every weekend. Occasionally, when there are not enough people, he
Playing as a goblin or something...
"It's a bit humiliating to be a goblin all the time." He thought so every time.
But a die-hard fantasy fan like him really didn't expect that there would be a group of people in this world who would study the "dragon" system as a real existence, and it seemed to be quite large.
"Oh yeah! Luck is still as good as ever!" Old Tang cheered.
At the door of this reading room, there is what he dreams of, a public map, spread out on a wooden shelf.
There is also a sawed-barrel shotgun in the glass display case next to it, which looks like it can still be used.
The library was quiet and no one was stationed there, probably because there was nothing important here, allowing a roadie like Old Tang to study the route in detail.
And this is actually a map of the entire campus. It seems that this college has no concept of confidentiality. The structure of the entire college is clearly presented, including the functions of each building and even the underground passages.
Old Tang admired how considerate these fantasy game lovers were.
"Wait...the underground passage..." Old Tang suddenly discovered something important.
An underground passage leads accurately from the library where he is to the area marked in red, which is the "Ice Cellar"! There is also a note next to it, "The official name is the 'Alchemy Equipment and Important Specimen Collection Hall'".
"Damn, this is so easy!" Old Tang was very excited. He really didn't know why there were so many rewards for such an easy task. These 5 million US dollars were definitely obtained.
But he became more and more confused about that strange employer. It seemed that this "ice cellar" was just an important exhibition hall, with as many as four or five underground passages leading to it.
"Anyone can figure out the location of that thing." Old Tang muttered, "No matter what, it's a bad job or a bad job. If you can get money, it's a good job."
In the joy of getting a large bounty, he took a Coke cup to the Coke machine next to him, pulled off the map page, folded it and stuffed it in his butt pocket, and then took out the saw pipe and scattered it from the glass exhibition hall.
I took a shotgun, folded the barrel and looked at it, it was no more, no less, and there were just two shotguns filled in it.
"This is so cool, guns and flames, a romance for men!" Old Tang whistled proudly, he was really lucky tonight.
He stuffed the gun into his waistband and poked his head towards the underground passage.
The map clearly shows that to access the underground passage, you must pass through the "Central Host Control Room", and there is a name logo next to it, "Norma".
Old Tang was a little confused about what "Norma" meant. It felt like when he was playing DND with his friends, a secret treasure maze appeared on the map, with the words "Dragon Clan Treasure House: Black Dragon King" written on it, followed by the name
It's obviously the Boss hidden inside.
"Boom!" Old Tang made a gorgeous gesture of drawing a gun, simulating the sound of a gun, "No matter what kind of monster you are, if there is a boss, I will blast you with one shot!"
He became happier and happier. The tension and doubts at the beginning of this mission completely disappeared. As he walked in the empty library hall, he felt as happy as I did when I was strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
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Group B firmly controls the Odin Hall.
This group is composed of second-year students, a considerable number of whom were invited by Caesar to participate in the grand social dance held in Amber Hall. Therefore, nearly half of this group are wearing black evening gowns or white gauze court dresses.
The girls put their hair up on top of their heads, exposing their smooth and white backs. The communication equipment was hung on a black belt around their waists. The headphone cables were inserted into their buns against their fair backs. They held 9mm caliber 30-round magazines in their hands.
Uzi submachine gun, the black bullet belt on the right shoulder is filled with spare magazines, the short gun belt under the long skirt is tied directly against the naked thigh, and at the foot is also wearing three-inch high heels inlaid with rhinestones.
"What a gorgeous goth beauty!" Karen, the vice president of the student union, put on her glasses and looked out of the mosaic window, watching the white dress swaying in the wind.
Eight freshmen who have been trained in the "Battlefield Survival Class" control the front door, eight control the back door, four people on each side door, two people under each parquet floor-to-ceiling window, and six people in the second-floor passage, all equipped with
Light and heavy weapons can quickly support each other when necessary.
"The "Battlefield Survival Class" can only be regarded as a physical education class. Why are second-year students guarding such an important place like the Odin Hall? Isn't this an important strategic location leading to the Three Goddesses?" Another cadre, Kevin, complained. "Don't worry, Professor Schneider's arrangement will not leave any loopholes. They are indeed second-year students, but Caesar is guarding them." Karen was full of confidence and looked at the position in the center of the hall.
Caesar Gattuso, president of the Kassel Student Union, sat there quietly.
He sat on the chair in the front row of the Odin Hall, with his legs crossed. He did not change into battle clothes, but was still wearing the elegant white formal suit. He raised his head comfortably and faced the sculpture under the circular dome, which was covered in armor.
The god Odin rides an eight-legged war horse and holds a spear.
The black and gold hunting knife "Dictado" was unsheathed and lying quietly on Caesar's lap. The loaded Desert Eagle was placed on the seat next to it. The angel of death on the handle of the gun smiled silently. Caesar seemed completely unprepared for the possibility of someone sneaking into Odin Hall.