Chapter 292 Lanqi Thinks It’s Time to Increase the Intensity of the Monthly Assessment Day

The center of the Royal School of Magic of Protos.

In the huge meeting hall, the deep power and heavy historical glory reflected silently wrapped every corner.

The sound in the hall seemed to be cut off by the changes on the screen, and it was terribly quiet.

On the screen, the classroom that was harmonious a few minutes ago has become like a purgatory Colosseum.

There are creepy bloodstains flowing in every corner of the classroom, and there are clearly cut utensils and incomplete tables and cabinets scattered around.

And in the center of the field of vision, Lanqi is still smiling friendly as if nothing has happened.

He is helping the teacher who came to collect the students.

"Thank you for your hard work."

After sending a student in the classroom to the transport vehicle, Lanqi waved to the teacher in charge of the rescue.

"..."

The rescue teacher didn't have much to say and left quickly.

He had never seen such a scene.

There were dozens of dying students inside and outside.

It would take several trips just to transport them.

If he kills more, the hospital will be full!

If the seriously injured students have to be transferred to the public hospital in the imperial capital Helrom for treatment, I am afraid that a lot of news media will report that a large-scale campus terrorist attack has occurred in the Protoss Royal School of Magic.

And how can this person help to send these students on stretchers like a kind-hearted resident passing by? Aren't you the mastermind? !

At the same time, on the other side of the screen, at the conference table.

"..."

"How many students did he kill this time?"

Not only in the classroom, but even the students who were rushing towards the classroom with hostility but had not yet broken in, ran into the old man who chased out the door and were identified by the old man as malicious little beasts.

The corridors of the entire assessment area have become quite dangerous now.

Any student who dares to skip class and wander in the corridor may be chopped by the old man at will.

You can see from the split screen.

The Grim Reaper has returned for a limited time and has gone crazy.

It is estimated that it is destined to become a horror legend on the monthly assessment day of Protoss Academy in the future.

And the bounty of Zestila on the notice board is still slowly rising.

Less than ten minutes into the exam.

The bounty has soared to 309,820.

"It is estimated that more than eighty students have fallen within their judgment range."

The more students you defeat in the same exam, the harder it is to do it. The 1% increase in the total bounty caused by defeating each student is calculated independently.

"If Rocky McCarthy continues to kill, it is possible that his 20% alone will exceed 100,000 credits."

"After this class, when other students come out of the classroom and see the numbers on the notice board, they will probably feel horrified even if they don't know what happened."

"I kind of want to bet on Zesstira."

"It's a pity it's too late."

You can only bet before the exam starts.

"Damn guy..."

Some people's expressions gradually changed from arrogance and teasing to anger.

They have always been the ones who control the situation and treat this as a cricket fighting game.

How dare a servant in the exam room overturn their wishes so calmly?

"Next, I can't let him pass any classroom again."

Accompanied by the arrogant male voice, the magic array on the table flickered again.

"..."

Everyone knew that the student that this guy favored and bet on was easily sent out by Lanqi, and he didn't even see Lanqi's face.

Even if he spent more credits now, he wouldn't let Lanqi have an easy time.

"Can't afford to play?"

"So what? I don't want him to win. Letting his demon master get so many credits, isn't it stepping on our heads?"

As the voice sounded, all kinds of interference triggered by the chief student's authority were fed back to the assessment area.

Only on one side of the round table, the first seat, Miss Duke Cloris, who had been resting with her eyes closed, never said a word.

"Rocky McCarthy..."

Cloris silently recited the name.

She knew long ago that this guy was not at the same level as other students.

I'm afraid that the students in the assessment area are not even enough for him to use magic cards.

People who can be favored and recommended by Xiduo at this time point are basically not wrong.

Can he become one of the key figures to change the situation of the Protos Empire? Even if it is just a little bit.

Chloris looked at the screen, with no expression on her face.

Now the contradiction between Protos and the northern countries seems to be the general trend of historical accumulation, and everything is natural, but what is really behind the empire is a group of invisible ghosts.

They don't know where they came from, what their final purpose is, and they can't even prove their existence.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that there are many invisible hands guiding something.

Perhaps in the near future, the mysterious wind direction will sweep across the entire northern and southern continents. It will be linked together, constantly chained, spread, and erupt until it reaches the northern part of the large northern countries, even the church forces that the Resurrection Church is unwilling to provoke, the ancient races that have been sleeping under the glaciers for tens of thousands of years, and the legendary creatures in the wasteland. Those extremely bad existences are dragged into the battlefield.

The Protos Empire, as a large country in a corner of the northern continent, is just a fuse.

Even the southern continent far away from the sea is not immune.

If a god-like disaster were to come, no matter how many points the dice of fate rolled, everything would end.

The eighth-level strongest of mankind and the accumulated national strength should never consume each other for some stupid reasons.

She cheered up a little and looked at the distance of the round table.

Others still seemed to be pessimistic about Rocky McCarthy.

"Personal ability has its limits after all. There will be no second chance like this. Let's see how he takes the credits out of the examination room."

Hearing their voices.

Chloris laughed slightly.

"Chloris, you also think it's funny, right?"

A head student noticed Chloris's reaction and looked over. His eyes were full of desire for power and obsession with control.

"Yes, keep trying to make things difficult for him and let him show his prototype as soon as possible."

She said with a kind smile.

No matter who interferes, there will be a notice like a notice to the whole audience, which is equivalent to the real-name sponsorship of the interferer.

Anyway, it's not her who suffers.

...

South District of Protos Royal Magic Academy.

After the monster training classroom was cleaned up, nearly an hour and a half passed peacefully.

After the old man chased out, Lanqi changed the symbol on the doorplate back seamlessly again.

Then Lanqi and Zestila stayed in this classroom, playing with the monsters like zoo keepers, feeding them from time to time to spend a leisurely time.

"Teacher, how should we survive the time next?"

Because it was too easy, Zestila was a little suspicious whether they were playing in a zoo or an animal-themed coffee shop, or in a dangerous and fast chase.

There are still four classes, which are too long.

The same method may not work a second time, and after the first class, some powerful students may come as the second wave of hunters.

However.

After listening, Lanqi just sat on the sofa chair, raised the glass, raised his head and drank calmly, without being disturbed by the colorful and active monsters behind him.

"It's over."

He said with a smile.

"?"

This confident look made Zestila feel like she was about to see Ranchi's victory animation.