Gunfire, fire, collision of flesh, blood, wailing, and crazy biting.
Lu Mingfei hid under the stage and hugged the three-cornered hat tightly. There was a faint scent of lavender on it, which made him feel at ease.
On the grass outside, the battle has entered a fierce stage.
On the grass, two distinct groups faced each other, led by Caesar in pirate costumes and Chu Zihang in black suits.
Caesar was holding a one-handed hammer in his right hand, with an arrogant look on his face. Opposite him, Chu Zihang was holding a samurai sword, with water droplets dripping from the blade, wetting the grass beneath his feet.
"Shield of Devotion."
"Mage Armor."
The two men facing each other were communicating in a low voice that could not be heard by others, and they were obviously very curious about the spell-casting skills of both parties.
In the chaotic gun battle just now, we relied on protective spells to protect our own forces and preserve our own strength as much as possible.
This is the first round of confrontation between the Lionheart Club and the Student Union.
"We have more people." Chu Zihang said in a low voice. Now they were talking using communication skills. To the people next to them, it seemed that they were just watching each other silently.
Due to Lu Shanyan's relationship, many mixed races from China will join the Lion Heart Society, so there are many spellcasters among them, and even more of them remain.
The situation in the student union on the other side is not very good. There is only one spellcaster inside, Caesar. However, due to the longer release range of the Piety Shield spell, many people were barely saved, making the current situation not too ugly.
"The next step is the decisive battle, no magic required."
"No magic required."
The next moment, the long knife cut through the sky, leaving a silver trail, and Caesar's hammer came first, deflected the long knife, and hit Chu Zihang's chest.
The fight between the two awakened the crowd around them. Black and white collided and mixed on the grass, turning the battlefield into a Fauvist abstract painting.
Except for the two leaders, most of the remaining people were bare-handed. They collided with each other and unleashed their inner demons with fist-to-flesh attacks.
The fighting scene was ugly to watch, but the students in the melee had smiles on their faces.
In the 1970s, when humanistic psychology was developing rapidly, psychological researchers at the Kassel Academy noticed the mental problems of mixed races.
They will be troubled by a special psychological disease called Blood Mourning, which makes them lack the ability to empathize with all living things. In their world, only themselves will eventually be left.
This kind of irresolvable loneliness has led countless mixed-race species to embark on the road of death. In order to solve this mental illness, the psychological research team of Kassel College combined the perspective of humanistic psychology to provide a solution:
Provide a space that is free enough and safe enough for mixed-race children to release their inner pressure passionately.
So Freedom Day came into being. On this day, students can ignore any school rules, do things they usually dare not do, and find their own place among everyone's collective violations.
Since Freedom Day was set, the psychological evaluation scores of Cassel College students have improved a lot. It is for this reason that the old-timers on the school board will allow this kind of thing to exist.
Now, these children are releasing themselves and finding the meaning of life from fighting with others.
"Who do you think will win?"
Ander asked Angers.
"I'm sure the Lion Heart Association's cooperation is better."
As an old club in the school, the Lion Heart Club has better internal semi-military management, student quality and cooperation awareness than the student union.
While the two were talking, the balance of victory below had begun to tilt towards the Lionheart Society, but for the two leaders who were fighting, the situation was exactly the opposite.
Compared with the situation in the original work, Caesar received the blessing of Bahamut. At the same time, as a priest, his own physique is much stronger than that of Chu Zihang, a warlock.
Facing Caesar who was holding a heavy hammer, Chu Zihang did not dare to confront him head-on. He could only keep wandering around, looking for opportunities to attack.
The two people were silent, waving weapons, colliding, and their figures constantly changing. Within a few dozen seconds, beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads.
Chu Zihang was forced to the front of the stage by Caesar. He had no way to retreat, and the stage behind him blocked the space on one side of him.
At this time, Lu Mingfei was hiding under the stage, watching the footsteps flying outside, huddled in a ball, begging these lunatics not to come after him.
At this time, he felt a shock on the top of his head, and something hit the temporary stage. Lu Mingfei watched helplessly as the pillar next to him slowly fell due to the vibration, and the place was about to collapse.
"I want to die, I want to die..."
Lu Mingfei scrambled out from under the stage and appeared in front of the two fighting men with a very unsightly appearance.
"Um, hi?"
Lu Mingfei lay on the ground, raised one hand, looked at the two people holding weapons, said hello to them, and showed a forced smile.
Then both hands were raised in a standard French military salute.
"newborn?"
Caesar asked.
"newborn."
Chu Zihang replied.
"Welcome to Kassel." Caesar showed a very friendly smile, turned around and hit Chu Zihang with a hammer.
"Welcome to school." Chu Zihang dodged the hammer blow and slashed at Caesar with his backhand.
Neither of them had any control over Lu Mingfei. Now it was a battle about honor. In the past year, the student union led by Caesar had already surpassed the Lion Heart Club, and Chu Zihang had just taken over the Lion Heart Club. He
Use the blood of your enemies to lay the foundation of your rule.
Lu Mingfei looked around and ran towards the edge of the battlefield. He had already seen his box and a familiar person.
Lu Mingfei's box lay quietly on the ground, and a girl sat on the box, like a princess, waiting for the prince's arrival.
"Thank...thank you."
Lu Mingfei thanked the girl he met at the train station. The girl stood up, and then Lu Mingfei saw a rifle in her hand. Judging from the style, it was the most classic AK47.
"You're welcome."
The girl's voice was as clear as the wind in the glacier. She walked to a fallen man, pulled out the man's magazine, deftly took out the bullet, and pressed it into the gun.
"what are you up to?"
Lu Mingfei felt that his quality was a bit too low and he was not worthy of this prestigious school.
Look at them, they are all freshmen, they are already proficient in using AK47, and they only know how to play games.
"This is a game, do you want to win?"
The girl turned her head, her blue eyes made Lu Mingfei's mind go blank, and he nodded mysteriously.