I Like This Dream!

There was a chorus of gasps from the crowd. Many people did not notice the broken Lock of Divine Punishment, but everyone saw the thunder that suddenly struck down in the clear sky. Its momentum was so astonishing that no one doubted how tragic the consequences of being hit by it would be. For a moment, the onlookers were frozen into insects in amber, watching the lightning in horror until it erupted with a loud bang a few meters above the platform and disappeared into the air.

Oh, and there's the barrier, and the barrier won't just sit back and watch a student get killed by it.

Everyone woke up and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Lance raised his head, his feet almost weakened by the thunder hammer falling directly above him. Before he could relax, a sudden sense of danger made his hair stand on end, and a huge ice shield immediately rose up.

Who says thunder and lightning can only come down from above?

The God's Favorite raised a hand, and thunder and lightning burst out from his palm. It was like a silver snake that straightened its neck, twisting and hitting the ice shield. Lance was pushed backwards by the huge force. Looking at the silver snake dancing on the other side of the translucent ice shield, his whole back was soaked.

What a risk, if not for his quick reaction... Lance didn't dare to wipe the sweat on his face, realizing that he would not be able to achieve his goal today. He gritted his teeth, quickly adjusted his plan, and signaled the end. He turned his head to look at the dean below the stage, but did not notice that the electric snake had not stopped gnawing, and small cracks were appearing on the ice shield.

Does ice conduct electricity?

Pure ice formed by condensation of pure water does not conduct electricity, but what does conductive mean? A conductor is an object that can easily conduct electricity, while an insulator is not completely incapable of conducting electricity. It just has a high resistance and is not easy to conduct electricity. When the current is strong enough...

The ice shield shattered with a bang, and Lance's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead, unable to move. He could only sit and watch the silver that was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at him. He screamed, covering his head, and the next second he found himself in the audience. The barrier successfully protected him and ejected him.

Lance couldn't stand up. All his courage - the courage of a coward who only overflows when he thinks he has the upper hand - disappeared in an instant, and overwhelming fear covered his heart. How could he die here? He is someone who wants to do great things! For the first time in his life, Lance felt the shadow of death, which made him suddenly realize that he was not as able to walk into the Kingdom of God with his head held high as he imagined.

Lance Sullivan was afraid of death, very afraid. Even if God himself invited him to leave, he would be so frightened that he would pee and run as far as he could on the ground.

Stop her! Lance screamed, and was horrified to find that Anna Sullivan was still looking at him, She is a devil! She broke free of the chains of divine punishment! She...

Now Lance can understand the mood of Manan who had his finger bitten off, but he is far from being as lucky as Manan. Anna stared at him with ruthless eyes and frowned, as if she was dissatisfied with the prey's escape.

It's okay, it must be okay! Lance kept comforting himself that she was trapped inside now. That was a barrier that all contestants in the St. Bashar Competition could not break! Moreover, in full view of everyone, he had already called a timeout. Could it be that Anna would still commit murder in daylight? Doesn’t she care about her reputation as a favored person by God?

The frightened Sullivan must not remember how his relatives died.

An Xu was in a good mood. She broke free from the restraints and felt as light as a swallow, as if she had taken off the heavy sandbag she had been wearing. The mental power that got rid of the shackles was released, and the dozen meters centered on her were trapped in it. Everything within the dozen meters seemed to have entered her inner world, and nothing could hide from her consciousness.

Lance's crouched figure was within her range of perception. How did he get down there? An Xu frowned, as if he had checked the electric mosquito swatter and found that mosquitoes had slipped through the net. Since you didn't hit it at once, try again.

Someone made a horrified sound, and an overwhelming sense of terror arose in their hearts. Thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky, or in other words, the white clouds in the sky were entangled by countless moving electric snakes. The first thunder struck down suddenly, followed by the third, fourth, and countless more with almost no gaps. They were connected end to end, like a huge dragon with no head or tail visible. They hit the same position with great precision. Within a few seconds, the ascetic monk who created the barrier collapsed to the ground.

Half of the wail was swallowed up by the thunder before it could be heard.

Seen from a distance, countless silver threads weave a brilliant silver brocade connecting heaven and earth, which is extremely magnificent and eye-catching. But for people nearby, this spectacle is completely unappreciable. Those silver threads look slender, just compared to the sky and the earth. When they fall around people, they are as thick as buckets, as if they were driven by someone on a whim. The huge electric spirit poked the ground hard with its fingers. What's even more frightening is that these crazy lightnings all fall in one position, as if there is an invisible force restraining this unruly power of heaven and earth.

Most people had to cover their eyes to prevent themselves from being blinded by the bright white light. The sound of lightning strikes continued to sound around them, and they smelled the smell of the earth after the summer thunderstorm. The junior apprentices could not help but get close to each other, trembling and praying, fearing that this situation like divine punishment would last forever.

That's enough, please stop, Your Excellency, God's Favored One! the dean shouted, but received no answer.

The dozens of seconds when the thunder raged were terrifying in the hearts of everyone in the academy. Half a minute later, the thunderstorm stopped. There was no smell of burnt meat, because there was nothing where the lightning struck. On the empty space where Lance once sat, the ground was sunken, and dust and scorched earth that could not be identified by the naked eye were mixed together. Where did the living person from half a minute ago go? The bold ones looked left and right, hoping to see the winner who had been transferred again by the ascetic monks elsewhere. Unfortunately, there was no more Lance Sullivan in the huge academy, nor in the whole world.

The whole square was eerily quiet. Some people secretly touched their ears, suspecting that they had been deafened by the thunderstorm just now.

Many people lowered their heads, and the remaining people looked at the instigator tremblingly. Anna Sullivan stood on the stage with an expressionless face. Her empty eyes looked into the distance. No one dared to disturb her.

God's favored one.

This word echoed in the hearts of the onlookers one after another, and those who had only a vague idea of ​​the title of God's Favorite suddenly understood its weight. The teachers who had seen the previous God's Favorite had expressions of shock on their faces. They looked at each other in confusion: The power of the God's Favorite is obviously not good at destructive power, right? Could it be that every one of God’s favored ones is different? Only Dean Paul stared at his toes, sweat forming a stream on his plump cheeks.

An Xu didn't care what kind of eyes the people around her cast on her, her attention was entirely attracted by other things. Just now she was enjoying the long-lost freedom, her mental power spread around her, and she almost felt like she could do anything. Anxu continued to rise aimlessly, and suddenly found something something nearby.

It's hard to describe the reality, everything around me pales in comparison to that presence. Just like seeing the shadow of 3D modules in the 2D hand-painted world, An Xuneng suddenly discovered the essential difference. what is that? Where? She suddenly stopped her carnival and focused her will on the mental power that spread out like tentacles. In a certain direction, somewhere inside the academy, there is a hazy barrier. Is it the same thing as the Lock of Divine Punishment?

An Xu reached over without hesitation. The existence was covered by that hazy layer, but it still revealed a certain aura that made An Xu feel intimate and familiar, as attractive as the quilt on a winter morning. She instinctively approached it and poked the spiritual body tentatively, but received no response. A sudden desire arose in An Xu's heart. She impatiently used her mental power to tear the isolation film unskillfully.

the wrong decision making.

An Xu groaned and shook his body. Her mental tentacles were caught in something, like hair being caught in a machine, and her whole soul was being torn and pulled there. She was pulled out of the way and the tentacles were cut off decisively. The attempt to survive by cutting off her tail made her whole head feel as if she had been hit hard by an iron rod, making her dizzy and making her want to vomit. An Xu felt a coldness on his upper lip, and when he wiped it with his hand, it turned scarlet again.

Nosebleed again? So much... why is the ground red too? An Xu blinked inexplicably, and the world became redder.

The God's Favorite, bleeding from all his orifices, shook again and fell softly to the ground.

There was an uproar in the square. Even the obedient students of the seminary had lost their bearings in today's ups and downs. The Discipline Elder loudly maintained discipline, and the deputy frequently looked at the Dean for instructions on how to handle the situation. Paul wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and shook his head with a grimace. When the matter reaches this point, where else can it be solved in the academy?

Somewhere underground in the academy, a certain being moved invisibly.

In the papal residence in the ancient inner city of Aling, an old man wearing a black and white cassock reads a letter. He wears a white skullcap and a pair of red shoes. His outfit has a sense of sanctity and dignity at the same time. He squinted his eyes and ran his fingers across the letter, leaving pinch marks under the words God's Favored One.

In the palace of Ulburg, an attendant walked into the banquet and whispered to a minister on the left side of the throne. This tall, middle-aged civil servant has a hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and a pair of deep brown-green eyes that are not drunk at all. He nodded, walked towards the king who was on the throne, applauding and laughing at the singing and dancing, and said something in the king's ear. Sullivan? the king repeated, touching his bearded chin.

Pieces of paper disappeared in the flash of teleportation array, and homing pigeons flew back and forth. While Anna Sullivan was unconscious and receiving treatment from the healer, the chess players using her as a pawn had already played one game after another.

A girl dressed as an ascetic embarked on the journey, her face as expressionless as ever. She stood outside the door of the monastery. The master saluted her, and she returned the salute. She had no other luggage except a string of rose beads.

The king's handwriting came quickly to the Thebes defense line, and the general of the border guard accepted the order. She sent the messenger out with a sullen face, bursting into a stream of curses at the order. Damn vulture! she cursed, What are you doing here? How can His Majesty the King listen to him! Those dogs in robes... Her lieutenant gestured desperately to prevent her from continuing to curse. The general was so angry that he walked around the room, drank all the wine in the glass, slammed the glass, and strode away angrily.

In a small village near the Wengaro Defense Line, crows landed on the branches next to the houses. The priest smiled and accepted the farmers' gratitude and refused the gifts they wanted to offer. He walked out of the house and walked towards the ascetic who had been waiting outside for a long time. He got the information he wanted from the other person's gesture. He nodded and chuckled.

This is just right, said the priest. May the fruit ripen soon.