Vol 2 Chapter 488: , The broken girl!

After finishing talking, Zhang Xiang walked out from the gap between the seriously wounded people on the ground and the corpses.
It's just that his luck seems to be a little bad now.
Because, not far from where he walked to the corridor, a girl with a spell in her mouth was waiting for Zhang Xiang.
A girl who hadn't seen her, didn't even remember the uniform she was wearing.
With black braids, round glasses, and the girl's appearance, it feels that this girl shouldn't be said to be "magic", or even fighting any "battle".
However, what came out of her lovely lips was an unpleasant voice, like a rusty gear.
"Punishing sins is flames, and controlling flames is purgatory. Purgatory exists to burn sinners. It is the only violence God allows..."
Every time a word is spoken, the blue-white sphere between the girl's eyebrows increases by one point.
It's like a full-filled balloon, waiting to be let go and fly forward.
However, this is not without cost.
When she finished the first spell, the girl's cheek exploded like firecrackers were put in her skin.
Then, while she continued to recite the curse seal below, the girl's fingers, nose, inside of her clothes... kept emitting small explosions.
Although the scale of each explosion was very small, at most only a few centimeters of skin were injured.
However, the accumulation of small amounts resulted in more, and soon this girl became a severely injured person dyed red with blood.
"Have you been spotted by the other party? No, it should be wrong, right now the other party is looking at Steele. Watching 1 Maoxian 3 Chinese website and I did not perceive any sight of prying." Zhang Xiang analyzed this way. .
After he entered the "Sanze School", Zhang Xiang discovered that there were still people using abilities in the "Sanze School".
Although, the highest ability to use is the level of lv3.
This means that using super powers in this enchantment does not actually become conspicuous.
So, inspired, Zhang Xiang has already released his mental perception of lv5 since not long ago.
Although the intensity is only at the peak of lv3, it just surrounds him.
However, with Zhang Xiang's keen sense of ninja, it is very easy to find out if the other party is spying.
Therefore, Zhang Xiang made sure that he was not spied by the other party.
"So, is it because of luck to be found and attacked? Or is it that the other party has ordered everyone to attack except for being transformed into the Gregory Anthem?" Zhang Xiang continued to guess With.
However, he also knew that such speculation was useless.
Seeing blood leaking from the corner of the mouth in front of him, it was obvious that the internal organs were also the injured girl, Zhang Xiang shook his head slightly.
"Let me help you take a rest..." Zhang Xiang whispered.
Immediately, his figure disappeared from the girl's retina, and when Zhang Xiang appeared again, he was already at the end of the corridor, walking upstairs.
And the girl who was seriously injured slowly closed her eyes, and she collapsed on the ground and passed out into a coma.
And the blue and white on her forehead, which was the size of a fist, gradually shrank and disappeared after losing the supply of magic power...
On the other side, Stilmagnus was watching the flame sword that had been used up gradually disappear.
A sticker with runes flying in the air like a cherry blossom flower.
This is a corridor on a certain floor above Shangjotou.
A very ordinary straight corridor. But Steele knew that the core of the Gregory Anthem was hidden here.
He is a magician. For him, exploring the flow of "magic power" is his specialty, and it is not difficult at all.
Although the magical powers of the students here are very weak, the magical powers of two thousand people are concentrated at the same point to be managed, how could it not be possible to feel this "core" position.
"So that's the case. Is this a ‘hidden’?" Steer muttered to himself, smoking a cigarette leisurely.
"The'hiding' on the front of the'coin' is equivalent to an absolute defense for the people on the back of the'coin'. Because the person on the back of the'coin' faces the west of the front of the'coin', and even the wrapping paper for Christmas gifts They can’t be taken apart. Therefore, as long as the core is buried in an ordinary wall, it becomes the strongest defense wall. Even if the enemy magician finds the position, as long as the opponent can never touch the core, it is quite safe. . But, the premise is that this wall must completely envelop the core..." Steele showed a slight sarcasm on his face.
His ‘flame’ has no shape.
For example, as long as the wall or window frame is slightly skewed, creating a gap that does not reach even one centimeter, you can pour a 3,000-degree flame through that gap.
Common sense on the front of a ‘coin’ does not apply to the back of a ‘coin’.
If you want to achieve perfect defense, the best choice is to put the core in a plastic bag, and then tie the bag.
All in all, Steele didn't even see what the "core" looked like, so he used the flame to destroy the "core".
As a result, he seemed to succeed in destroying the ‘Gregor Anthem’.
Then he looked in the direction of the corridor where he came.
In this corridor-including his feet, several students fell. Some are still shaking, some are not moving anymore.
From nowhere, a thick smell of rust floated.
In the surrounding rooms, there must be a scene dozens of times more miserable than before.
"...Speaking of which." Stil said, shaking the cigarette beside his mouth: "Looking at this blood path, I know that I haven't seen it for a while, and even the alchemist has fallen. The real'blood path' should flow. It’s your own blood that makes sense, isn’t it?"
Steele sighed vaguely.
Because the scene before him was a bit beyond his imagination.
And it was at this moment that Steele heard very clear footsteps from the other end of the corridor.
He didn't have any rush, didn't mean to lower his voice, didn't hide his killing intent at all, but he didn't plan to start from the dark to be stronger.
If you want to make an analogy, it's like facing an opponent who is about to make a sneak attack, but first knocks on his door, very bold and arrogant, absolutely confident...