Corner Middle Layer, Vortex Town.
Due to the departure of the teachers, the campus is temporarily closed.
Teacher Guo, who has always been busy, now has a bit of leisure ti. If any newcor wishes to join during this period, they can go directly to Dormo, the acting director, to handle it.
Teacher Guo needs a brief, temporary relaxation.
Moreover, he has a "personal affair" to deal with, an affair known to no one else in Vortex Town.
Special manuscripts were spread out on the table,
From the mont Teacher Guo arrived at the Corner, he has been engaging in so kind of "Vortex" thed creation, and today it seems it's ti to submit.
Different from Hua Yuan switching trades halfway,
Teacher Guo had contacted the comic store early on, which is why the store connected imdiately after Vortex Town was established.
After handing over the town's related matters to Dormo,
Teacher Guo left the school with a briefcase, wearing a Zhongshan suit.
The instant he stepped out of the campus gate, he went straight into the alleyway, without any pause, pushed the door and walked to the innermost part.
Inside the counter.
The shop owner with glasses was painting, but not a manga, rather sothing peculiar, with traces of ancient aura and hints of green seeping from the paper.
"Place the work beside and wait a mont..."
"Okay."
Teacher Guo should have sat patiently aside, but the ancient aura tugged at his curiosity.
Taking advantage of the gap when taking out his work, he cast his gaze over.
On the paper,
the first thing that appeared was a passage piled with corpses on both sides, crawling with greenness.
A young man and a feminine crow man were jointly besieging a floating cracked skull in the air.
Teacher Guo naturally recognized at first glance, that the young man was one of his favorite students, now a teacher, Luo Di.
Just as he wanted to continue peeping,
his eyes were dyed green,
realizing the danger,
the vortex started swirling.
[Individual Ti Reversal]
Teacher Guo was taken back to the mont when he entered the comic store, unexpectedly, traces of green light still lingered in his eyes.
He had to further reverse ti, going back to when he was rushing the manuscript last night, only then did the green hint in his eyes slightly disappear.
He could only redraw the manuscript,
And on the sa ti the next day, Teacher Guo returned to the comic store, aligning with the normal tiline. This ti he didn't peep and waited patiently aside.
Until the shop owner stopped drawing and folded the manuscript, only then did he start asking:
"Shop owner, is what Luo Di is facing what you asked for? Currently, he seems to be doing well."
The shop owner rarely showed a genuine smile: "Indeed, he is doing well... In this case, the foul-mouthed guy should truly get angry and show all the cards he's accumulated while escaping for this long."
Teacher Guo's face changed, "Will Luo Di die?"
"Maybe..."
Teacher Guo resealed the briefcase he was ready to open, "You probably have more work to do later, I'm not in a hurry, you handle your business first."
The shop owner stared intently at the manuscript before him which was changing, "Yes, indeed a bit busy."
...
[Green Light Cave]
Luo Di sewed his left eye with a hook, only glaring with his dark eye, using Morton as a dium to observe, preventing physiological decomposition.
Looking at this skull, severed, crushed, and absorbed into a cloth bag, he did not relax at all.
This isn't over so simply... After all, this is an inmate escaped from Central Prison.
However, the Moonlight mark remained on the skull, even after skinning, so glimr remained on it.
Thinking through, only one possibility remains.
"The caution of this guy has reached a terrible level, even when completely unguarded against , even soone like a "native", cut into a human pig, covered in greenness and openly insulted Hir.
He still didn't show his true form,
Or perhaps, his true form cannot move, inconvenient to act.
This skull is a vessel carrying divine conscious externally... Of course, an extrely important vessel managing the current area.
Destroying the skull will affect him to so extent.
I previously tried my best to penetrate the mark into the skull, attempting to mark the inner consciousness, perhaps sensing the real form's location."
Luo Di swiftly focused all his attention on Moonlight perception, seeking those faint Moonlight spots between the channels full of greenness.
Yet, after scanning the entire area, no discovery was made.
As he pondered, preparing to retract his perception, suddenly a very faint sensation erged from below.
Luo Di lowered his gaze,
Finding the faint Moon spots beneath his feet, seemingly originating from below ground.
"Down below?"
At the sa ti,
The greenness cramd in the passage starts trembling,
A nearly decayed sound echoed within the cave,
Seemingly seeped from a long-abandoned sewer pipe, you cannot block it while within the green light.
"Tiny maggots, able to plot to this degree, able to pull in two beasts to conspire against ... I must admit, you have so skill.
Born in such an edge world, you can actually perceive the release ti of the [Reversal Technique] in such a short ti and block it with strange tal and the blessing of the Moon God.
For such a maggot, you are indeed impressive... I never expected to be threatened to this extent by maggots and beasts, interrupting my slumber.
If that's the case, then co forth.
Co and see the altar I temporarily constructed here, co and see what far surpasses your understanding... although it is not yet complete, though it barely carries a trace of my divine sense on a temporary body, it is enough to broaden your horizons.
Killing you as the final sacrifices, I should almost leave here. The flesh and blood resources of this dungeon are almost exhausted by , with no need to stay further.
Now, listen carefully to my na.
I am Emperor Mura, founder of the [Reversed Sect], creator of the Reversal Technique, destroyer of the world, fear of the gods! A death row inmate of the Central Prison.
A trace of my divine sense accidentally drifted here, attached to one of my followers.
eting is an opportunity forged over countless lifetis for you."
As the words fell, the passage trembled.
The ground cracked, completely collapsed.
Luo Di, Nightingale along with a large number of corpses in the passage fell to the lower end, heading deeper into the Original Dungeon... it was obvious that the other party had sowhat altered the dungeon's structure.
Any form of flight could not take effect, only falling, and even the gravitational field was changing.
Falling nearly a hundred ters,
Luo Di estimated to have approached the very bottom of the Original Dungeon.
Upon landing, he pulled Nightingale, away as far as possible.
Now observation is key, any reckless...
"What!!?"
Luo Di suddenly looked at his hand, indeed holding Nightingale's sowhat rough palm, but it was only a palm.
Everything above the wrist disappeared.
Ta!
The tongue clicked.
Luo Di glimpsed a terribly frightening future scene, where he was almost instantly annihilated.
Timing right, shield blocking...
However, at the mont the shield ford, the future scene provided by the tongue did not change, death was still on ti.
Luo Di's eyes widened, placing another vacant palm on his chest, he could only make the final gamble.
Buzz!
The previously barely effective big shield instantly shattered,
even Luo Di's nearly perfect Protheus' Hand was over 70% destroyed, its intricate cable structure inside completely ruined.
His flesh was entirely obliterated,
only a broken spinal column dropped to the ground, its end leaking silvery-white marrow liquid.
However,
in the shadow of the spinal column, in the small area barely untouched by the green light,
an eye completely hidden in the dark, was holding a moon-like pituitary with its tentacles, trembling.
Rumble,
deep within this original dungeon, corresponding to a huge circular cave.
Looking around,
it's crawling with green veins, these veins deeply embedded in the walls as if extracting the energy of the Original Dungeon.
All the veins converged towards the center,
where lay a "corpse", to be precise, a humanoid form woven and entwined with green veins.
Though such a body was not a tenth, not even a twentieth as strong as Emperor Mura's past self.
But killing a maggot would be no simpler.
He rely pointed a finger at the target and obliterated it effortlessly.
However, he knew perfectly well that to kill the opponent completely, he needed to handle it personally.
Reluctantly standing up, so green veins stuck to the ground were directly torn apart, his arms hanging sowhat powerlessly before him, he approached slowly.
Wherever he faced, green light would project.
Currently focused on the wriggling, nurturing pouch, a crow's head had already poked out.
"Using the organ representing feminine essence as an external tool is quite creative... such strong vitality, a superior supplent for ."
Reaching out.
Hundreds of green tentacles swept out,
inserting into the pouch's surface, drawing large gulps,
the crow head that just erged imdiately shriveled, Nightingale's vitality was quickly waning.
However,
she did not care,
she even longed for death, a dream of death, pitch-black, carefree.
The crow head's eyes slowly closed, waiting for the familiar darkness to descend.
Yet...
The slumber that should arrive did not co, instead, she suddenly heard the sound of sothing being sliced open.
Opening her eyes again.
A writhing green arm dropped in front of her.
Simultaneously, a stroke of moonlight descended, that miserable white actually slowly tinting the green... a new era of fear was spreading with this wretched white.
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