dn't bear to see others suffer.And although the three religious officials have been fighting cult members for years, they have never conducted interrogations.Generally speaking, defeating these strang...Chapter 289: Rance's Killing Spree in Preparation
Under Lanchi's demonstration, Zesitara gently extended her hand and touched the fox's head. A warm and soft sensation came over her, and the big fox let out a high but affectionate sound, as if showing her a friendly welcome. {What You don't know yet|. Read, error-free chapters| Hurry up and google it!}
A sudden, indescribable ripple of joy surged through Zestilara's heart.
She has never been in contact with animals.
The old teacher stood in the distance, watching these two students interacting with the monsters. The scene froze into a heartwarming picture scroll, overflowing with love and understanding. He squinted his nearly closed eyes slightly and silently sent heartfelt blessings and hope for these two children in his heart.
If all the children in this school were like them, that would be wonderful.
The old man thought to himself.
At this moment, the bell outside the classroom finally rang. Its sound was low and long, with a hint of magic, able to penetrate the walls and reach every corner of the examination area.
When the bell rings, the assessment will officially begin.
As the head examiner, he will also inform the two students of the specific requirements for this exam.
Regardless of the outcome of this assessment, he is willing to give these two students the highest possible scores.
However.
The ringing of the bell abruptly stopped.
Before the veteran teacher could speak, a cold wind suddenly swept in, like a warning before a storm. The warm and harmonious atmosphere was abruptly torn apart.
The door panel was violently overturned and slammed, suffering a severe impact.
Several students with hostile looks barged into the classroom.
Their eyes betrayed a coldness and disdain, viewing everything as insignificant.
Without any warning or preamble, without even glancing at the old teacher, they stepped into the classroom, ready to unleash themselves on Lanche and Zestila.
Fully armed, they entered a state of combat the moment the assessment began. The weapons in their hands shimmered with a cold metallic gleam, reflecting in their eyes and revealing their unwavering killing intent!
However, the beasts sensed this hostility and threat more keenly.
Their eyes suddenly blazed with fury!
Originally a serene and kind expression, it instantly shifted to one of vigilance and ferocity.
They attacked the intruding students like instinctive conditioned reflexes.
For a moment, chaos filled every corner of the classroom!
The clash of metal, roars, and the crunching of claws filled the air as the beasts fought with their innate strength and magic against these hostile villains.
Zephira stood to the side, her eyes filled with fear.
She didn't expect this group of people to be so fierce.
Originally, based on the number of figures in the distant corridor when they entered the classroom, the first wave of students shouldn't have been so many and so decisive!
In the midst of the chaos, Lance's eyes also showed a hint of worry.
"Classmates, stop! These children aren't aggressive!"
The elderly teacher rushed forward into the chaotic center, hoping to quell this sudden storm with his wisdom and experience.
Unfortunately, in front of him, a student took a deep breath and then placed his right fist firmly on his abdomen. Immediately, the whole person shot forward like an arrow.
"Aorta Rupture Fist!"
Boom!
He stunned the classroom with his first punch, a sonic boom that thundered into the beast's body.
However, it was actually the old man who came to mediate the fight.
At that moment, the old man along with the monster were sent flying, sliding across the classroom floor for several meters.
The beast's body was sturdy, seemingly fine. But the old man knew better.
Zesttila stared at the chaotic scene, her mouth agape in astonishment.
Lance wore a troubled expression, hugging his arms.
It seems that he is worried about the current trend of students hitting teachers.
"Classmates, stop it!"
The old man struggled to prop himself up from the floor, but those crazed students didn't pay him any mind at all.
I've had a few experiences of being challenged with violence by overly aggressive students.
However, even so, receiving such a vicious blow was the first time.
If he were ten or so years older, it's possible that just now would have sent him to meet the Goddess herself.
It's really sad.
The old man, whether with his eyes open or closed, sighed sadly.
Speaking of these years' students, what happened to them
While such malicious behavior does exist, in recent years, students have become increasingly violent and arrogant.
Don't they have any consideration for people and things, empathy, or respect for their elders
Although the living conditions in the empire are better now, have children's hearts truly become more and more decadent
How good the past was.
Not long after the holy war ended, it was a time of unity and friendship.
The old man naturally drifted back to several decades ago.
At that time, the students of Protoss Royal Magic Academy were all so innocent and enthusiastic, burning with hope for the future.
They treat each other with respect, not because they are strong on the battlefield, but simply because they have a shared purpose.
He recalled their cheerful voices.
"Captain, we will definitely learn about Warcraft breeding knowledge from you."
What is the name of this little fox It's so cute.
"To think that you, who were called the Death God on the battlefield, would be such a kind person... War truly is to blame."
Everybody harmony and love……
It's the same feeling.
Some more temperamental students would also risk being reported, secretly rescuing young beasts destined for the slaughterhouse and registering them for research purposes to protect them.
Whenever I think back on these days, my heart warms up.
Why are there no such students anymore
There are still some, for example, those two kind-hearted students.
In a fleeting moment, time seemed to slip away as the classroom transformed into a battlefield.
This room, once adorned with elegance and brimming with an array of props and ingredients, is now in utter disarray.
The licorice scattered on the floor intertwined with dust, carrying the fallen feathers of a beast.
The roar of the beasts mingled with the enraged shouts of the students, forming a deafening rhythm that began in the holy wars and gradually evolved into the haunting specter of the Protoss Empire – an unyielding hatred.
Faced with this unbearable sight, the old man shook his head, as if completely devoid of spirit. He didn't even have the energy to hug the magical beasts he had loved and raised like children for so many years.
No, no.
Don't get angry.
At your age, how can you be so impulsive
The old man strained a smile and said to himself.
One day, the future of the Protoss Empire will be handed over to the younger generation.
As a teacher, one should not use violence as a means to correct students.
Just as he had come to realize in his youth, one could not conquer the beasts with force.
Despite his thoughts, kindness still lingered in the wrinkles under the old man's pale eyebrows.
Just as he was about to use his old bones once more to try and influence these wayward students.
Clang!
The door was suddenly flung open, a cabinet flew over and struck him on the head directly. The old man fell to the ground again.
"It's still a first-class room!"
"Open fire!"
More students surged in, their eyes gleaming with cruel and greedy light as they looked at the chaotic cooking classroom. They whetted their knives eagerly, like predators ready to tear apart those ingredient monsters and claim the 130,000 credits for themselves.
(The End)
【】AAAAHHHHH!!!"Dean roared, his voice trembling. He was no longer the confident man he had been just moments ago; instead, he was consumed by a frantic rage that he couldn't control, unable to accept th...