Chapter 369

"This...what is this?!"

When those strange spaces tear up and spread along the corners of the building, swallowing the boundaries of reality, the crowd gathered at the entrance of the exhibition finally noticed something strange.

But it's too late.

"Oh my God! Why are there so many monsters coming again?!"

"Quick... open the door! I would rather become a golden eagle than be eaten by these things!"

"Don't! There are cracks in the door too! They're everywhere!"

Screams and cries intertwined, and people fled like an out-of-control tide, pushing and trampling on each other, trying to avoid the twisted creatures that loomed in the cracks of space.

However, these black cracks are constantly expanding, swallowing every corner, and even the gap between the ceiling and the walls can be heard!

They are... omnipresent!

At the moment when the crowd was about to fall into chaos, a loud voice suddenly rang out-

"Don't panic, everyone! Move to the open space!"

The master of the voice was the editor-in-chief of the singing opposite who had just taken the lead in seeking to defect to the Dark King, and he raised his hands, stood among the crowd, shouting desperately.

"There is the Dark Lord over there! He will protect us!"

This sentence was like a heart-boosting agent, and the frightened crowd paused slightly.

Someone hesitated to look at De Vero in the distance, the man who slaughtered everything in the tide of monsters.

"Yes...yes!"

"The Dark King is so strong, we must be right to follow him!"

Some people in the crowd made the decision first, and then more and more people began to move closer to Shanofilius and formed a relatively orderly defensive circle around him.

They supported each other, and although their fear had not diminished, compared to those who were still fleeing in chaos, this group of people had at least a goal.

To many people's surprise, Mrs. Maxim, the principal of Busbaton, chose to stand on DeVero without hesitation and took Furong toward the direction where Chenofilius was.

"Principal?! You...but although Alexander saved someone, his behavior..."

A Boothbaton professor looked at his principal in surprise, especially with a child in her arms, which made him unable to understand her decision.

The professor couldn't help but lower his voice to persuade him.

"And...you are carrying Furong, what if he..."

Mrs. Maxim stopped, turned her head and glanced at the professor coldly, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in her tone.

"Do you really believe the rumors about the Dark King?"

She asked in a low voice, her eyes flashing with impatientness.

"In this case, when facing such a monster, don't you need a death curse master? Do you want to wait for death?"

The professor was shocked by her eyes, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

He looked back at the Tindaross Hounds that were gushing out between the cracks, his face extremely ugly.

Soon, the other Boothpaton professors also exchanged complex glances with each other. Although they still had struggles and doubts in their hearts, they finally sighed helplessly, followed Mrs. Maxim, and chose to stand at Xenophie. On this side of Lius.

However, this scene completely exploded the fat man from the Statistics Association on the other side.

"Crazy, they're all crazy!"

He blushed and shouted at the survivors around him, trying to keep people awake.

"How can you trust someone who can use black magic at will?!"

The fat man pulled the survivors of his association to avoid them in the distance, waving his arms vigorously, trying to wake more people up.

His voice was mixed with a hurry gasp, and he almost roared and questioned:

"You haven't thought about why his potion can cure the gold coin plague?! Is this really just a coincidence?!"

The fat man's words made many people pause, and hesitation and suspicion appeared in their eyes.

Could it be...Alexander is the real mastermind?

The crowd began to split.

Inspired by the fat man, about one-third decided to stay away from De Vero and turn around and evacuate towards what they thought was safer.

Some people had complicated faces, some had hurried eyes, and some couldn't help but discuss in a low voice.

"What if all this was set by him?"

In just a few minutes, the survivors were completely divided into two camps.

Of course, there are still many people standing there, watching everything that is happening in front of them in fear, at a loss.

But at this time, the cracks became bigger and bigger, and you could almost see the head of the Tindaross hound poking out of it.

They had to make a choice.

Basically, there are more people on the side of the Statistics Association in general than those on the side of Xenofilius.

So at this time they all walked towards the hall, and it seemed that the cracks were the least, and it should be the safest place.

At this time, they saw De Vero standing on the other side of the hall as if he had recited some spell.

"Bo--!"

A strange sound of breaking through the air suddenly exploded!

Everyone's hearts tightened, turned their heads in a conditioned reflex and looked at it. They saw a toad flying in the air at an extremely fast speed. Its body was bulging and its limbs were stiff, like a stone thrown out by someone. It slashed through the air at an incredible speed, whistling and whistling. Come!

What's even more strange is-

Its mouth is still leaking gold coins out!

Gallons with golden light rolled down from the toad's mouth, drawing golden arcs in the air, landing on the ground, rolling and turning, making a crisp collision sound.

Next second—

"Bang!"

The toad was impartial and fell directly on De Vero's shoulder!

Such a scenario undoubtedly gives the people of the Statistics Association more opportunities to talk.

The fear and doubts of the crowd are like a prairie fire, igniting at a glance.

"Oh my God! Look at it-even Alexander's pets can touch gold coins?!"

"Is this more important? He must be acting! Everything before, such as saviors and antidotes, was all pretending!"

"Yes, his real purpose is to promote his obfuscation agent! Let us think that only his potion can save the gold coin plague!"

"Or even more terrifying, he didn't want to save us at all, but wanted to turn us all into golden eagles!"

Anger, panic, and suspicion spread in the air.

Many people's faces changed suddenly, and the eyes looking at De Vero gradually became complicated from the initial awe, and even began to reveal a hint of alert and hostility.

These allegations are extremely absurd, but they are so easy to believe.

Perhaps it was because they still held a grudge against De Vero's previous methods, or perhaps because they were reluctant to admit that his potion was really effective, the people of the Statistics Association had completely ignored the facts and even deliberately avoided the most critical question - who was it Save them from Muhammad?

They do not recall the thrilling moment, and do not think about whether they could still stand here without DeVero, but instead only care about inciting emotions and finding a suitable enemy in fear so that they do not have to face the real terrible situation. reality.

Gradually, more people began to retreat, away from de Vero's direction.

They weren't even sure if De Vero would actually sprinkle a handful of gold coins at them and turn them all into golden sculptures...

——

"Al, fly!"

With a call, the air suddenly vibrated.

Almost in an instant, a black shadow broke through the sky and rushed towards the sky with the sound of breaking through the sky at an astonishing speed.

In less than three seconds, Al's figure appeared at the gate of the association, like a sharp blade cutting through the night.

DeVero's lips curled slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the magic pet he summoned, feeling a little satisfied.

His flying spell has reached the realm of transformation, and he does not even need to use any spell proficiency card to achieve accuracy and speed as lightning.

He had a premonition that if he continued to dig deeper, he might be able to push this spell to an unprecedented realm - faster than all wizards!

But at this moment, what is more important is to solve the problem in front of you.

Pick up the wand.

Al suddenly paused in the air, slowing down instantly in a way that almost violated the laws of physics, and then landed lightly on DeVero's left shoulder.

De Vero did not act immediately, but stared at Mohammed, the madman who was still curled up in the glass cover, was now looking at him with a nearly fanatical look, with a light intertwined with confusion and fear.

"hehe."

De Vero curled the corners of his mouth and showed a playful sneer.

"Don't you like playing gold very much? Actually, I like it very much."

Before he finished speaking, his wand suddenly swung down!

"Al--open your mouth!"

Al stepped back and jumped into the air, and suddenly opened his mouth in everyone's shocked eyes-

——Then, gold poured down!

It was like a dam bursting, and countless gold coins gushed out of Ayer's mouth, hitting the earth like a heavy rain, making a deafening jingle sound!

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