When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1173: 480 Thawing Heinrich

Chapter 1173: Chapter 480 Thawing Heinrich

Under the leadership and protection of the teachers, the evacuation from the Spirit Summoning Tower was orderly.

These students were not particularly unruly in character.

Even when facing the kingdom-ending, or even world-ending crisis of a demon invasion, there was no confusion. They didn’t fear to the point of losing their reason, nor were they so excited as to stir discussions.

The influence of the Path of Dusk had dulled their emotions considerably—perhaps even if they played horror gas and encountered face-jumping monsters, their heart rate wouldn’t change.

With everyone willing to follow commands, the efficiency of actions quickly skyrocketed.

Being noble spellcasters, they certainly didn’t need to walk directly to the port with their feet—the bones of those dissolved corpses in the pool were perfect for constructing vehicles.

Nurous bones of various sizes rose into the air, falling into their respective positions along pre-arranged lines of light in the void. Each ti they ford a complete side, a radiance flashed through, forming a solid bone wall.

In just a short while, buses made up of various animals were created from thin air.

Because the sizes of bones used differed, even the races differed, every bus varied in size and decoration.

But each bus was essentially twenty-eight or thirty-two seats—with four columns of seating, about seven or eight rows. These “Hell Buses” ford from nurous bones had two rows of doors on their waist similar to teeth and resembling zippers.

They gaped open like laughing clowns. Only after swallowing all luggage did they close their mouths again.

Whenever the necromancers filled a bus, the driverless bus would suddenly ignite two hazy yellow flas at its head. It was as if a monster lying low received life, opening huge eyes, revealing a ghastly, demon-like visage.

These animated patchwork corpses didn’t need detailed commands or operations yet could possess simple wisdom. They could even serve as basic shelters, fending off attacks and curses from lower demons.

Lower demons who couldn’t fly nor dodge in ti, or those who tried to block the buses, were smashed apart—these “Hell Buses” hastily constructed had strength between the third and fourth level, even capable of crashing through solid rocky city walls!

The multicolored blood of demons splattered onto the bus heads, akin to street art. Occasionally, demons not dodging in ti were swallowed by the gaping bus heads, becoming fuel!

When the buses, dragging bloodstains with their tires, stopped at the port, the bus heads still chewed slowly. You could see the severed limbs and broken wings of demons through the gaps in those gigantic teeth.

While the necromancers of the Spirit Summoning Tower quietly awaited ships at the port.

Adolf Von nzel paced alone within the deserted Spirit Summoning Tower.

He walked freely in the darkness.

He was so familiar with the dark. This dim, lightless environnt teeming with death reminded him of the night when he was young, attacked by the undead and saved by the Wild Hunt.

“My Holiness…”

The Vice Principal—now briefly the actual Principal, Adolf sighed: “Sotis, perhaps you don’t need to fulfill everyone’s wishes…”

Originally, he wanted to spend his remaining ti chasing the footsteps of the Wild Hunt, but this wish was perfectly fulfilled by His Holiness—Aiwass brought the Wild Hunt King directly to the Spirit Summoning Tower, right in front of him.

After that, he thought of pursuing the relics of the Tower of Heaven—a legend yet to be destroyed in history, but whose traces couldn’t be found in the Material Realm. This too was fulfilled by His Holiness.

…Thus, Adolf Von nzel completely had nothing left to do.

——But, one mustn’t die so easily.

Like his childhood dream—Adolf yearned to be burned completely by the blazing sun, a finale sealed by The Sun. It was the obsession of inscribing his existence into the world, an impulsion of the Path of Dusk transcendent that was hard to shed.

Although the Path of Dusk’s transcendent have strong lifespan extension abilities, they strictly speaking aren’t really afraid of death, nor do they have much interest in the enjoynts of the Material Realm. They just worry about dying in obscurity, being forgotten after death.

To those of Dusk, being forgotten after death equates to living in vain.

Just like the Tower of Heaven—a wonder that, after collapsing, leaves no relics, how heartbreaking it is.

So Adolf decided to use his life to complete his final piece of work.

To use this work to thank His Holiness for fulfilling his wishes; also to engrave his existence upon history!

Creation always requires materials.

Now the Tower of Heaven had little materials left… but people unknowingly overlooked a rather high-grade material.

——That Count Leipzig permanently frozen in the Spirit Summoning Tower by Adolf himself wasn’t evacuated with the necromancer. As the Child of the Red Chancellor, with the Red Chancellor’s death, he too was forgotten… After all, Count Leipzig himself didn’t have much irreplaceable value, his identity fully ca from the peerless deterrent power of the First Red Pri Minister.

However, to Adolf, Count Leipzig, the esteed Prince Heinrich also had another status.

——That was his foolish student and creation.

Adolf ca in front of Prince Heinrich and slightly reached out to touch the ice sculpture.

In an instant, Prince Heinrich was unfrozen.

His body lurched forward, his weak trembling form nearly collapsing onto the ground.

“What do you want to do?!”

Prince Heinrich’s voice trembled.

Although extrely frightened, he still tried to remain graceful—he placed a hand on the wall, allowing his frail body to gradually stand upright.

It felt like he had been frozen for a long ti… yet seed like just a mont. When he woke up, the hazy mories during his frozen state dissolved quickly like water escaping from fingers, seeming like dream experiences.

He glared at Adolf’s silhouette shrouded in darkness, angrily shouting: “You dare attack … Does the Spirit Summoning Tower wish to incur the Red Chancellor’s wrath?!”

“Heh… hehehe…”

Adolf’s mocking laughter ca from the darkness: “I do, indeed I do.”

Two hazy yellow eyes, like two lamps in the night. Also like a beast’s dark golden pupils.

“I really want to bring him back to life—as far as I recall, the Son of the Moon should easily devour demons of the sa level. What’s terrifying to ordinary people is like snacks and supplents to the Son of the Moon…”

“…What?”

Prince Heinrich’s pupils suddenly constricted, trembling intensely: “Father, how could…?!”

“Indeed, how could…”

Adolf’s wistful voice echoed in the darkness: “Father—you see him this way.”

If not for the Son of the Moon having night vision abilities, he wouldn’t even be able to capture Adolf’s figure now.

He looked at that elderly man, with a few strands of hair left, unsure if due to lingering cold, still trembling.

That old man, wearing small rimd circular glasses, his eyes looked as dead as winter trees covered in snow.