Extreme Demon

"First take it for observation, then drop the third reagent into it and record the reaction."

"Good professor."

Lu Sheng took the specimen and left the laboratory. He stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, and then wrote some experimental records on the counter.

"Professor, the experiment failed." He returned to the laboratory and handed the record to Dahl. "I think the quantity may not be enough. Please give me more."

"Quantity? But this kind of meat can only be cut off by high-level monsters. It's not that easy to get." Darr scratched his hair and said helplessly. "Where's the lab report just now?"

"What about the third reagent? How effective is it?"

Lu Sheng shrugged.

"Unfortunately, I think the amount of reagents is not enough."

"Then I'll think of something later." The sophomore scratched his scalp, "Why has the consumption of experimental materials been increasing recently?"

"But the results will come out quickly, right?" Lu Sheng said seriously.

"That's what I say, but this consumption. The funds above may not be able to be used." Dar said with a headache.

"Professor, our results are constantly coming out, and the efficiency is amazing. I believe the board of directors will not reject us because of this small request." Lu Sheng persuaded.

"Okay. I'll make a report later and try it out. Come on, take this specimen for a reaction experiment."

"Okay, Professor." Lu Sheng took a small plate with specimens and turned around and walked into another experimental room. He set aside some for experiments and stuffed the rest into his mouth.

This kind of life can't be said to be comfortable, but at least the food is good.

The work in the institute's laboratory ended early because all the experimental materials were used up, so Lu Sheng had to take a vacation and go back early.

He chatted casually with the senior sister from another experiment on the way. He walked all the way to the dormitory, but did not return to the dormitory first.

Instead, he turned a corner and went to the back of one of the school's experimental buildings.

In the dark night, Lu Sheng used a little moonlight to slowly walk between the dilapidated buildings behind the building.

He didn't stop until he reached an abandoned teaching building covered with vines and moss.

The university campus is separated from here by a metal fence. One is the newly built campus, and the other is the old campus with dilapidated buildings that could not be repaired before.

Lu Sheng turned over the fence and entered the old campus.

He walked into a teaching building skillfully, went up the stairs, and soon arrived at the living room, which was only one floor away from the top of the building.

The floor of the living room is littered with carved knives and templates, and in some corners of the carvings, there are residual traces that look like blood.

He knelt down and carefully examined the lines in the living room.

Since he figured it out last time by the lake, Lu Sheng has really decided to make a real big move here just like he did in the Dragon World.

Relying on him alone is too weak.

After carefully examining the lines, Lu Sheng squatted down and used a carving knife to carefully carve out slender winged snakes one after another. These winged snakes were densely packed and numerous, like countless insects in a circle, forming a large circle around the entire living room. .

Lu Sheng moved very quickly, and it only took him an hour to complete the carving of the entire living room. It was more like painting than carving.

Hiss

The last knife fell, drawing out the eyes of the winged snake, and Lu Sheng threw away the knife.

"Second point complete."

He needs to create a sufficient number of advent formations in school. The way energy exists in this world is very strange, so he also needs to revise and modify his original knowledge of formations.

This took him a lot of time, and then there was the selection of points. It is definitely not easy to deal with inside the school. There are patrolling students everywhere and you will be discovered if you are not careful.

So in the end, Lu Sheng chose the old campus nearby to set up a landing point.

After arranging the formation, he quietly left here. The air jet under his feet prevented him from leaving any footprints.

Miska Owl Observation Tower.

As the only highest observation tower in the school, it can not only observe threats that may attack at any time in the starry sky, but also monitor various other troubles on the planet.

The owner of the observation tower is Professor Michelhaus. This old professor has been guarding the place for more than ninety years.

puff.

The liquid in the weather bottle spurted out, like diffuse smoke, and slowly deformed in mid-air under the control of Michelle's hands.

The pen and paper beside him were recording rows of data and projects.

Michelle has been doing this kind of climate test for many years, but for some reason, he always feels something is wrong recently. The weather bottle reacts more and more frequently, and it becomes more and more difficult for him to control the liquid in it.

"Teacher, are you okay?" A small voice came from outside the laboratory.

"It's okay. I may be a little tired." Michelle breathed out and slowly controlled the water flow to return to the weather bottle.

The translucent water deformed like some kind of jellyfish with its tentacles twisting.

"Remember to inform Dar for me that the latest astrological prediction may not be delivered until later. I may have some troubles here. The variables have suddenly increased a lot." Michelle said helplessly. Waving his skinny hands, he increased his control and drove the water back to the weather bottle.

"Okay, professor. But you haven't had dinner yet? Why don't you go out to eat something before continuing the experiment?" The voice continued to come from outside the door.

"Yes, yes, Professor, it's not good to be hungry."

"Henry and Milly are never late for dinner."

The jumble of sounds came together like a tea party.

Michelle smiled and watched as the weather bottle was refilled with liquid. He turned around and pointed at the pen and paper. The pen and paper that had been recording things suddenly stopped and fell completely.

"Coming, coming." He smiled and staggered to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, there were a lot of chubby little owls blinking in and out of their eyes. These fat guys, who were only about the size of a watermelon, were all crowded at the door and looking at Michelle.

The gray and white feathers on their bodies are squeezing each other, and some are still pushing each other and shouting that they may fight at any time.

"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet. I'm done. Everyone, go back and have a good rest. Don't worry, I may not have had a good rest recently, so I'm a little sleepy. Don't worry, tomorrow, I'll go get some good stuff and come back." Eat. Take a good refreshment." Michelle smiled.

"Okay, if you insist on saying that. Actually, I don't think your problem is insufficient nutrition," the fattest owl said helplessly.

"Let's go, let's go." Michelle closed the door with her backhand. The laboratory suddenly dimmed, and there was no light from the corridor outside.

The transparent weather bottle was placed quietly on the experimental table, motionless.

As time passed, the white threads floating in the transparent liquid inside began to slowly move and rotate.

Click.

Suddenly there was an inaudible crisp sound, and a tiny crack opened in the inner wall of the weather bottle, and a little bit of transparent liquid slowly seeped out.

More and more liquid seeped into it, dripping down from the table and forming a large, wet black mark on the ground.

Soon, the amount of liquid seeping out of the weather bottle far exceeded the amount of liquid contained inside.

A large amount of liquid gushes out faster and faster, almost soaking the entire experimental tabletop, and more and more liquid drips from the ground below.

Countless transparent liquids seemed to be alive, slowly condensing and shaping, and soon formed the image of a somewhat stooped white-haired old man.

"Let me start the first battle." The old man raised his head, and his face was that of Professor Michel.

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"The response is becoming more and more obvious, we need more manpower!" In the indoor auditorium, senior officials of Miska University were gathering together to discuss the recent increasingly frequent incidents in various places.

President Maradona sat at the top, and with him were two other vice-presidents. Below him were the deans of major colleges. If the principal was not present, the deputy deans would take his place.

At the bottom are the professors, followed by the instructors, teachers, and teaching assistants.

The positional relationship between layers is clearly defined.

"We should proactively take necessary actions instead of sitting in school all day discussing this and that!!" an old red-haired man slapped the table and yelled.

"Hesitation and hesitation are the enemy of the winner!" Another pale man in a silver-rimmed black robe agreed in a deep voice.

"But if we leave and the power here is weakened, who will guard that place?" the dean of the Astronomy Academy asked in a deep voice.

"The stars and the new moon tell me that if we act rashly, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Your prophecy has long been outdated by Andura. Now is the era of flesh and blood sacrifice! I sacrificed a whole head of Crazy Blade Flesh Demon, and the prophecy I got was completely opposite to yours." The sacrifice on the other side Professor, an old Royal Academician loudly refuted.

"We should attack! Passive defense will only lower our morale and give up victory!"

"We have our responsibilities, don't forget the covenant oath we made back then!" An old lady stood up and reminded sternly.

Next, you say yours and I will say mine. Almost everyone at the professor level is a person with extremely firm beliefs. Everyone thinks that they are right. Several people in the decision-making level also have a headache.

Maradona had guessed this a long time ago.

He sighed and clapped his hands lightly.

"quiet."

The voices in the auditorium suddenly calmed down.

"The question now is not whether we are willing or not, but the trouble has arrived." He looked at Professor Michel at the observatory.

"Brother Michelle, is the observatory okay now?"

The somewhat rickety Michelle is definitely an anomaly in the school. He has extraordinary observation skills, but is withdrawn and never socializes with others. His only friend is Maradona.

After hearing the question, he stood up and slowly bowed to the principal.

"Everything is normal, dear Maradona. I have repeatedly tested it with hundreds of weather bottles, and there is no trouble from the evil god yet."

"You are responsible for monitoring the ordinary surface campus, so you have a heavy responsibility. I hope you don't miss any trace." Maradona nodded.

"I understand." Michelle lowered her head and responded, but in the depths of his eyes, a wisp of transparent water flashed past.

"By the way, how are you, the gray-haired patriarch? I haven't visited them for a long time. As an owl, it is extremely rare to live to the age of ninety-seven."

"Of course, they are all fine. Except for a few new ones who are a little naughty and like to fight, the rest are fine." Michelle replied with a smile.