,!
When Goethe said, "Vandersa blocked this attack for me," the old woman had a bad feeling in her heart.
The old woman immediately tried to pull back.
But, it's too late!
The flashing [Principal's Power 2] is like a flashing death star.
The old woman felt the breath of death.
Faced with death, the old woman of course resisted.
She disobeyed [Principal's Power 2] because of the fear of death. Suddenly, the flashing [Principal's Power 2] lit up like a small light bulb.
The order was disobeyed.
doom,
Coming!
The old woman, who had just taken a step back, stepped directly into a shallow pit - as a result of the battle just now, a pit happened to appear behind her. The shallow pit that could be completely ignored on normal days became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the old woman.
In order to steady herself, the old woman danced like a child, looking extremely clumsy.
Finally, he stood directly in front of Goethe and greeted the finger with great horror.
A finger that spans endless time and countless space.
The old woman didn't utter a word and just stood there in a daze.
The color drained from her body.
Only dull black and white remained.
When the night wind blew gently, the old woman turned into powder.
And the phantom...
It didn't disappear!
The female shadow whose face could not be seen was slightly stunned.
"doom?"
She whispered softly, and the sound reached Goethe's ears, making him feel like he was struck by lightning.
This phantom has thoughts!
It's alive!
It's not just a simple display of strength!
Goethe subconsciously tried to distance himself from the shadow, but immediately he dared not move.
Because the shadow looked at him.
That's a kind of scrutiny.
It is also a kind of scrutiny.
But more of it is confusion.
"Destiny?"
The figure muttered to himself and was about to raise his hand again, but stopped halfway - Alan fell to the ground, and her energy as a support point was exhausted.
It's impossible to withstand the second attack.
But this did not prevent the shadow from draining Alan's power.
Click, click!
The sound of a dead tree peeling off its bark was heard frequently on Alan's body. In the blink of an eye, Alan's skin began to "crack up", and each piece of it looked like fish scales. The artificial flesh and blood hidden under the skin lost its luster and temperature and turned into something like stone, which looked both disgusting and terrifying.
But even so, it could only allow the shadow's arm to be raised a little bit, and it was still a long way from stretching the arm and pointing at Goethe.
At this time, [Principal's Rights 1] and [Principal's Rights 3] flashed at the same time.
There was actually life on the phantom!
Under [Principal's Power 3], it began to be absorbed rapidly.
More importantly, [Principal’s Rights 1]!
I actually discovered the weakness of this phantom!
The location of the phantom’s eyebrows!
Very tiny!
Extremely weak!
As the other party distorted the surrounding light, Goethe could only see a dot about the size of a mung bean with his eyesight.
"It's actually the real body?"
"Not Alan?"
Goethe was very surprised.
After Alan appeared as if he was about to be sucked dry, Goethe's attention was immediately drawn to Alan. He even had this idea in his subjective consciousness: killing Alan would affect this phantom and eventually make it disappear.
But the flash of [Principal's Power 1] told him that this was not the case at all.
The weakness of the phantom lies only in the phantom.
And Alan?
There is no relationship.
"That scene just now was a 'trick' for me!"
"Although the first attack of this phantom is powerful beyond my understanding, such an attack has a longer cooldown time when used by a phantom."
"So, in order to steady me, she pretended to suck the energy out of Alan so that she could attack, so that I could focus on Alan and buy more time!"
Goethe instantly understood the other party's actions.
Goethe even guessed that the other person's whispering just now was meant to distract him.
A person with only a little bit of thinking... no, it should be the shadow of the subconscious mind is so cunning!
What does the original body look like?
No wonder the Mad King was so furious and incredulous when he was betrayed.
Judging from the other party's behavior, it is estimated that the "Mad King" will not be able to rest in peace until his death.
Perhaps, most of the counterattacks that one thinks are successful are actually planned by the other party.
Goethe thought in his heart, but his actions were not slow.
Ga, ga, ga!
Swarms of [Second-level Blood Crow Spirits] swooped down like invisible clouds.
Although it is invisible and cannot be seen, the sound it makes is very loud.
Suddenly, the arm of the shadow, which was originally stuck in the air, accelerated suddenly, but lost its target. At the moment when the [Inferior Blood Crow Spirit] pounced down, Goethe snapped his fingers and appeared behind the shadow.
The figure was about to turn around.
Boom!
At some point, the fog above the 'Academy' was covered with dark clouds.
A bolt of thunder struck him on the head, right between his eyebrows.
Lightning is flying and the thunder is still lingering.
After enduring this attack, the shadow of [Thunderbolt] shook slightly for a few times and was about to turn around.
Useless?!
Goethe was shocked.
The [Thunderbolt] that has reached the 'Crazy Level' is almost one of his strongest means at the moment, but it is useless?
Boom!
Without any hesitation, Goethe hit himself three times, and another [Thunderbolt] fell instantly.
Under the guidance of the [Blood Crow Spirit], this attack once again accurately hit the shadow's forehead.
The phantom's body trembled and was about to turn around.
efficient!
Goethe hit himself three more times, and [Thunderbolt] was instantly released again.
This time the effect is more obvious.
There were ripples on the phantom, like those on lake water, layer upon layer, one circle within another.
Boom! Boom!
Seeing the effectiveness of Goethe, he began to set off a series of mines.
One blow followed another.
The ripples on the phantom became more and more dense.
Finally, when the ripples are densely packed together.
Bang!
The phantom shattered.
Just like soap bubbles in the sun.
However, Goethe had no joy.
Even a phantom is like this.
How strong would the original body be?
Moreover, the phantom has thoughts.
When the phantom disappears, will the real body be able to sense it?
If there is a feeling...
call!
Thinking of this, Goethe had to take a deep breath to relieve the invisible pressure. When the night wind blew, he found that his back was already covered with cold sweat.
Strength! Strength!
It's still a long way off!
He was already a little short of being able to confront the opponent's shadow head-on, let alone the opponent's real body.
"Title Legend?"
"the way!"
Under the invisible sense of oppression, Goethe quickly calmed down.
He knew very well what he should do now.
It just so happens that the current situation allows him to do so.
Now that he is stuck in a bug, he will have more time to upgrade his career level and supplement the corresponding secret skills. Moreover, he can also look for more [Bloody Honor] on the existing basis!
Really...
“What luck!”
Goethe uttered this exclamation.
He found that his luck had improved since he had mastered the Steinbeck Breathing Method.
Of course, it is also possible that with the financial support from the second daughter of the Tulip family, he is no longer short of money and would bless himself with good luck from time to time.
"Thank you Ms. Margarita Mag for the gold ticket!"
After expressing his heartfelt thanks, Goethe looked at Alan lying on the ground.
Alan is in a bad condition at the moment.
Even if it is a puppet, it is difficult to survive if it is shattered and its core is destroyed.
Goethe saw the cracked core clearly.
A core half the size of an adult's fist.
At this moment, it is full of cracks.
The light spots, like fireflies, flowed out rapidly and then went out in an instant.
Alan lay flat on the ground, facing Goethe's gaze, trying to struggle to stand up, but was unable to do so.
With her core shattered, her strength was rapidly draining away.
"Who is that?"
She asked unwillingly.
It was clearly her trump card, so why did it become the thing that cost her life?
There was a hint of pity in Goethe's eyes as he looked at Alan.
Apparently, Alan knew even less than one might imagine.
And this is: the sadness of chess pieces!
Not only was he helpless, but he was also completely unaware of it!
He, absolutely don't do this!
Goethe told himself this, and his heart became more and more determined.
Alan noticed the pity in Goethe's eyes and immediately sneered.
"Put away your hypocrisy."
"As a winner, you should enjoy the cheers from others, not..."
"Shedding tears like a crocodile."
There was a pause in Alan's speech.
Her core began to flicker.
Apparently, she was at her last moment.
"winner?"
“I’m not a winner.”
"I'm just a guy with no choice."
"Even worse than the guy who made you."
This is how Goethe evaluated himself.
"The guy who made me..."
"'Principal' Modeus?"
"I should be the 'Principal' Modeus, but your reaction tells me that I am not - has my memory been tampered with? Or deleted?"
"And why did that force just now hurt me?"
Alan has a lot of doubts.
But before Goethe could explain , the core of this puppet was completely shattered.
Bang!
The core was shattered and Alan immediately lost his life.
Only mechanical words remained.
"The core is damaged, the self-destruct sequence is activated."
"10, 9..."
'Mad King' I XXX!
Goethe was stunned for a moment, then cursed out loud.
As soon as he raised his hand, a two-hundred-meter-deep crack appeared in the ground, swallowing Alan inside. It was not that he didn't want to go deeper, but if he went down another two hundred meters, he would touch the edge of the 'Academy'.
At this moment, Alan was in the middle of the underground.
Quickly, with Alan as the center, the mud turned into steel.
Wrap Alan up layer by layer.
Goethe also had no idea how powerful the explosion was.
But judging from the character of the Mad King in the middle and late stages, he must be extremely powerful, and perhaps targeted - for example, he could destroy the edge of the Academy and cause it to completely collapse.
You can't guess what a 'madman' wants to do.
But you can limit to the maximum extent what a 'madman' can destroy.
Especially when the item is already yours.
This is what Goethe thought and did.
A few seconds later—
boom!
There was a muffled sound coming from underground.
The whole 'college' trembled.
The steel plates that were more than a hundred meters thick were twisted and exploded, and the aftermath of the explosion caused the gray mist surrounding the "Academy" to roll continuously.
Obviously, Goethe guessed right.
The bastard 'Mad King' is out to destroy everything.
"Fortunately, I prepared in advance!"
Goethe looked at the calming gray mist and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, his eyes turned to the only person standing there: Count Tim.
The middle-aged earl immediately bowed.
"Tim has met His Excellency 'Principal' Moore Dodd."
"It's an honor to meet you."
"More than happy to serve you."
People who know how to be interesting always make others feel happy.
Goethe laughed immediately.
"You are willing to serve me?"
Goethe asked.
"certainly."
"I am willing to sign a contract with you and become your most loyal servant. I will never betray you and will serve you until my death."
Earl Tim answered decisively.
He doesn't want to die.
I don't want to be thrown into the cesspool.
Compared to these two points?
There is nothing left.
And before...
There's no difference.
Earl Tim told himself this, but he suddenly thought of the old emperor who was dragged away and most likely died without a complete body, and his expression immediately darkened.
"very good."
"Then I give my first order."
Goethe said.
"Please go ahead!"
Count Tim knelt on one knee and said.
"Please become the new emperor."
"ah?"
Count Tim froze in his place.
…
After the external enemies were eliminated and the internal strife was quelled, with the [Principal's Key (College)], Goethe took over the entire 'College' very smoothly in less than an hour.
"Principal, do you have any other instructions?"
The teacher's representative Niven and security captain Hulk stood in front of Goethe and asked cautiously.
Niwen is a young female teacher. She is dressed simply and wears black-framed glasses. She looks rustic, especially with her two pigtails, which make her look like a country girl.
But such a country girl is the teacher of shooting, swordsmanship and fighting in the "academy".
Likewise, it's quite convincing.
Because she was nominated by other teachers.
or……
Easy to bully?
Compared to the rustic Niven, the security captain Hulk is much stronger, with a fierce aura and a ferocious face. However, he bows and scrapes in front of Goethe, a bit like a bear who wants honey but gets beaten up.
Especially when Goethe's eyes swept over him, he almost knelt down.
"Clean up the battlefield, check the 'convoy', rescue the wounded, and comfort the students."
After Goethe gave a brief instruction, he turned and left.
Niven and Hulk didn't dare to stop them, let alone disobey Goethe's orders, so they immediately asked the teachers and security guards of the academy to take action.
As for the comfort work?
Niven comes in person.
Security captain Hulk is mainly responsible for cleaning the battlefield - under the supervision of Jerry.
Goethe trusts Jerry more than Hulk.
After confirming that he didn't need to worry about the affairs of the 'college' in the short term, Goethe, who was sitting in the chair of the 'Principal's Office', looked towards [Bloody Honor]!
41 copies of [Bloody Honor]!
This was the time when he had the most [Bloody Honor].
It also gave him some capital.
And now?
"【Bloody Honor】Raise the warrior's professional level!"