Chapter 297 Lanqi Is Giving a Speech
"It's about to start."
On the road near the square in front of the central building of the Protos Royal School of Magic, two figures approached and chatted, their voices occasionally ringing in the silence of the winter night.
They were dressed differently from the teachers or students, with an aura that did not belong here.
In the darkness, their shadows were twisted and weird on the ground.
"I don't know why Rocky McCarthy would participate in the entrance examination of the Protos Royal School of Magic today."
The visitor in a dark gray coat held a map of the school in his hand, admired the ancient buildings of the school, and went straight to the destination.
"He was originally a tutor in the family of a border viscount, and it was normal for him to work for this disguised identity."
Another figure smiled and said.
All these newcomers were quite outstanding. They were put into the Protos Empire as the hidden pawns of the church. They have not yet made public their identities as priests of extinction.
Among them, there is a newcomer that the two great priests of the branch of extinction stationed in the imperial capital Helrom are very concerned about.
Rocky McCarthy
Unlike another extremely outstanding qualified candidate, Sid, he could be very sure of the degree of clear distinction between him and the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.
Originally, there were three archpriests in the Temple of the Knights of Annihilation.
Now there are only two left.
If they were the two responsible for the assessment a week ago, their fate might be the same as Archpriest Caius.
So they completed the visitor procedures and came to the area of the Royal School of Magic of Protoss after get off work on Wednesday.
Ordinary social visitors can only stay in the school for a limited time without special applications, and they need to follow very strict restrictions.
Just learn from Rocky McCarthy's performance, that's enough.
They gradually walked towards the central building of the academy and stopped there.
The only thing they didn't expect was that when they were about to arrive, they saw the wide square in front of the central building of the academy, whether it was the stone steps leading to the square or the benches on the side, there were students everywhere.
The students had different expressions. Some of them were extremely excited and occupied the best viewing position early, constantly communicating with the students who came with them, and some of them were in a playful and joking mentality.
Of course, there are also some students who don't care about this. They look at all this with an almost disdainful attitude, perhaps thinking that such activities are too childish and not in line with their interests.
But even so, they still stay on the road, perhaps to satisfy their curiosity, perhaps just don't want to miss any moment in this college, or perhaps, as long as there are many people, even if there is no reason, more and more people will gather.
Time passed by minute by minute, and as seven o'clock was approaching, the square became more and more noisy.
"Someone asked the tenth seat, but they didn't say anything and left with a very bad face."
"Not all people, it is said that Miss Duke Cloris's face is very normal, and it is not necessarily a bad thing."
It is difficult to infer what happened today.
Finally, as the clock pointed to seven o'clock, whether it was expectation, curiosity, teasing or disdain, all emotions were temporarily suspended, and the students' eyes were focused on the huge screen, waiting for the upcoming scenes.
Then the students' expressions became full of confusion.
"?"
"??"
I saw that when the camera rotated the scenes of each classroom as usual, there were no candidates.
It was terribly quiet, filled with a sense of weirdness.
The data bar on the side of the screen showed that no students took the assessment in the last class.
The number of students taking the assessment was inexplicably reduced by half, and the other students who were still in the assessment area unanimously chose to run to the rest area and not take the assessment.
The teachers were also given a holiday, ending this monthly assessment day in advance.
"Where are the people?"
"What's going on?"
The students in the square looked at each other. Such a change made them feel a little bad for some reason, and the expectant smiles gradually solidified on their faces.
It even made their heartbeats a little uncomfortable.
When the camera switched to a classroom, there was finally a sound.
The voices were particularly noisy. It was in a large auditorium, and someone was standing in front of the stage to give a speech.
The teachers in the seats seemed to be excited to applaud or respond to his calls because of the content of his previous voice.
Standing in the center of the huge auditorium, the tall dome reflected his majestic figure. He paused his speech and waited for everyone to vent their emotions.
He stood on a high platform that belonged to him alone. Behind him was a majestic stone mural door that seemed to lead directly to heaven. The lights in the auditorium turned into straight rays of dawn, shining on him.
He raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.
Soon there were only slight coughs and collisions in the auditorium.
"When we act, we must ensure that we move forward, and we cannot go back."
His voice seemed to have a unique power and emotional communication talent that could penetrate the soul and resonate. As his words rang again, the people in the hall were drawn by his voice and fell into a deep drunken dream.
"... Now someone asks me, when will you be satisfied? No, we are not satisfied now, and we will not be satisfied in the future, unless justice and fairness are like the waves of the river and the sea, surging and rolling."
His voice became sonorous and powerful, and he raised his clenched fist,
"I have a dream today. I dream that one day, the valley will rise, the mountain will fall, the rough and tortuous road will become a smooth road, and the holy light will be revealed, shining on the world."
"Long live McCarthy!"
"Long live McCarthy!"
All the teachers on the screen stood up and cheered.
It was as if an invisible force was stimulated in people's hearts, and the brilliance on their faces was brighter and hotter than before, as if they had turned into a group of warriors with common goals and beliefs, ready to fight for their dreams.
And outside the screen.
In the square in front of the central building.
It was quiet.
The night sky was suddenly silent.
The junior students opened their mouths wide, not knowing what was going on.
The expressions of the senior students turned into the atlas of all living beings.
Even the high priest of the extinction branch was stunned.
"...Is this a religious ceremony?"
The high priest's muttering was heard by the junior students next to him.
"You ask me? I'm just a student, I can't comment, maybe the professionals of the Resurrection Church can give some insights."
The junior students shook their heads and said.
The High Priest: "..."
"Indeed."
The High Priest nodded.
They were embarrassed to say that they were from the Resurrection Church.
They couldn't comment on it either.
Luckily this guy is only at level 4. If he had level 8, I can't imagine what kind of evil god he would become...
The senior students standing in the square, whose brains were almost dying, finally recognized the reality, although they didn't know the specific process.
This guy named Rocky McCarthy was not hunted by anyone.
The nearly half of the students who disappeared were probably killed by him!
His bounty should have reached an unknown number now.
And even the teachers have been completely controlled by him.
Although this school is a college directly under the Imperial Education Department and has never had a principal.
But from now on, there will probably be only one absolute ruler...
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