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"What?" "It's actually a protective membrane?"

The students and coaches on the ground were also in an uproar. Under Principal Pratz's powerful attacks, that headless monster was unexpectedly unharmed.

But at this moment, the headless god corpse withdrew its protective membrane and launched an attack at Dean Pratz. It was extremely fast, like a phantom, and in an instant, it arrived in front of Dean Pratz, moving at a speed no slower than his teleportation. The headless god corpse raised its huge fist and punched him.

Even an ordinary warrior's punch wouldn't be able to withstand it. A magus's body was already a weak one, much less a Saint's astonishing punch. Thus, he wisely chose to dodge it.

Qin Lie teleported and disappeared from where he stood, causing the headless god corpse to miss him.

"This headless monster's speed is so fast. If I'm a bit late to hide, then it'll be broken!" After using Teleportation to dodge the attack of the headless god corpse, Prazces felt a lingering fear in his heart. He was shocked by the other party's dazzling speed. He had barely managed to dodge this time.

The teleportation distance is related to the caster's strength, but the furthest one can be is only a few hundred meters, so it is impossible to teleport any further.

The enemy disappeared again, and the headless god corpse froze for a moment. However, its adaptability was strong as well, and it quickly locked onto Platz, who was a few hundred meters behind. Its reaction speed was clearly much faster than last time.

Without any warning, the headless god corpse turned around and its body turned into a stream of light as it charged straight at Platz. The distance of a few hundred meters was covered in an instant.

"What?" It found out so quickly? " He felt that his teleportation had no advantage over that headless monster.

Once again, Platz's figure disappeared into thin air. Other than teleporting away, there was nothing he could do to avoid the headless god corpse's attack.

A man and a corpse were chasing each other through the sky. The headless god corpse was in hot pursuit, and Platz was running for his life.

It was as if the headless god corpse had grasped the laws of Platz. The more times Platz used Teleportation, the smaller the effects. He was completely at a disadvantage.

With Platz's defeat, the students and teachers on the ground started to panic, even sweating for the dean.

"Grandpa Komelin, do you think Principal Platz will lose?" If Principal Platz were to lose, no one could stop the headless god corpse from going crazy. By then, the entire academy would probably be razed to the ground.

The berserk Saints were terrifyingly powerful.

Homelin shook his head, "Hard to say. Their strengths differ greatly, and the headless god corpse also has its own battle experience. It is clearly much richer than the dean, because it was once a god and could even use a little bit of destructive power. From this point of view, the dean has no chance of winning! "

The headless god corpse released its divine might, firmly suppressing Platz. It was not that Platz did not retaliate, but his counterattack did not have much effect on the headless god corpse. Even though it was riddled with wounds, it did not seem to feel any pain as it continued to attack Platz time and time again.

"Madman!" "Madman!" Platz was so angry that his beard was trembling. The other party's method of fighting made him feel helpless. No matter how a normal person fought with a lunatic, he would still be at a disadvantage. However, there was nothing he could do about it.

Seeing that there was no way to dodge, he could only conjure a magic shield to block it. The headless god corpse punched out, easily shattering the magic shield, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth, as his entire body fell like a kite with its string cut.

"Principal Platz..."

"Principal Platz..."

Seeing the Headmaster injured, waves of exclamations came from the ground. The academy's instructors and students all became nervous. They did not expect that the headless monster would be so troublesome that it could not even deal with the deity-like Headmaster Platz.

"This is bad!" The loss of Principal Platz meant that the destruction of Baroquez was not far off. No one could stop the headless god corpse from continuing to go crazy.

Sure enough, the headless god corpse clenched its fists and let out a long howl. The howl was filled with joy at the victory over the enemy and also had a hint of desolation to it.

Suddenly, with a movement of its hand, a black ball of light jumped into its hand. With a slight wave of its hand, the ball of light fiercely flew towards the ground under the mask.

"Boom —"

Smoke and dust rose more than ten meters up into the air, and the sound of explosion spread for ten miles. The resulting shockwave spread out continuously in all directions, and destroyed all the buildings in a mess.

"No, we have to stop it, or it will destroy the whole Institute."

"Let's attack together!" In order to protect the academy, all the teachers were united against a common enemy. Magisters and Grand Magisters took out their magic staffs from their spatial bags one after another, and all kinds of chants started ringing throughout the academy.

Suddenly, countless magic shot up into the sky like meteors, blossoming into colorful fireworks in the sky.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

The battle in the peaceful night sky was very intense, and the skies above the city of Baroque City had turned red with blood, attracting the attention of quite a few experts.

On the ground, two figures were pulling each other.

"Shaya, where are you going?" A blue-robed, blue-haired Cardina was hiding in the crowd. She had a "Shield of Ice" protecting her body, holding the "Sphere of Freezing" in her hands, while holding a dark gold level magic staff in one hand and holding onto Shaya with the other.

"Does that even need to be said?" Shaya mounted her silver winged horse and coldly looked at the sky, "Naturally we have to fight!" "Why are you holding me, Cardina?"

"Fight?" "Sister Shaya, that headless monster in the sky is a Saint realm expert. Are you courting death?"

"I know, then what can I do?" Let it destroy our academy? I have to stop it. "

She shook her head and pulled on Shaya's hand even more firmly. "When the sky collapses, there will naturally be someone holding up the sky. As for the matter between Saint realm experts, there will naturally be Saint realm experts to deal with. We can just release some magic to support them on the ground. If we were to directly get involved, that would be seeking death …"

"Indeed, Shaya, I understand your feelings, but the matters of Saint-level combatants are not something we can handle. Look, the instructors haven't gone yet."

As expected, the instructors had also been hiding down below, releasing their magic, archery, and other long-range attacks. No one would ride their mount into the sky to engage in close combat like Shaya.

She sighed and stopped.

The magic of the Balovac Academy was of the lowest rank. There were very few high-grade magic, and all of them could only be released by instructors. To the headless god corpse that possessed the power of destruction, this kind of attack was simply coquettish and itchy.

"Boss Aurora, why aren't you making a move?" Your arrows can hit him! " he said, looking at Aurora.

Aurora stood with her hands folded in the crowd. Her face was full of worry, but she did not move.

She sighed, "It's useless. This kind of low-level magic arrow simply can't have any effect on Saint realm experts. It can only waste one's magic power."

"That's right!" "The power of a Saint-level combatant is not something we can imagine. Let alone us, even master teachers are like ants in the eyes of a Saint-level combatant. Since their attacks are ineffective, it's better to just save a bit of mageforce for it."

Lan Terry and the others nodded in silence.

Aurora bit her lip. "I heard that the headless monster escaped from the dungeon, and Ron is also locked up in the dungeon. I wonder how he's doing …"

"It should be fine, right?" Karachi clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her face full of worry.

At this moment, the destructive power of the headless god corpse in the sky grew even stronger. It raised both of its hands, and a powerful aura began to spread in all directions with it as the center.

"Boom —"

Like a powerful shockwave, the students on the ground were knocked over by the powerful force.

The teachers of the academy became anxious. "Quickly, go and protect the students …"

Before they could finish their words, a few more destructive balls of light shot down from the sky. They propped up a huge magic barrier, intending to block the incoming attack.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The destructive light ball struck the magical shield, causing the shield to tremble for a moment before disappearing. The teachers all spat out a mouthful of blood. With this single attack, their spiritual energy was severely damaged.

The injured Pratz landed not far from Ron, who hurried over and helped him to his feet. "Dean Pratz, are you all right?"

Ron had seen his portrait in the library, so he recognized it.

"Thank you, little classmate!" Platz's white beard had traces of blood on it, and he looked slightly injured, but he still retained the demeanor of a Saint realm expert.

He raised his head and looked at the headless god corpse in the sky. A trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes. "Where did this headless monster come from? How come it's so terrifyingly powerful?"

Ron's face turned red. If he didn't follow up on Platz's words, he definitely wouldn't dare to say that he was the one who created this headless god corpse. Now that he had caused such a huge damage to the academy, Principal Platz would definitely skin him alive.

Platz ignored Ron and continued, "This monster's strength has increased again. Could it be that this monster's strength is limitless? "Damn it!"

"Dean Platz!" Some of the coaches, upon noticing the injured Principal, immediately ran over. When they saw Ron, who was standing beside him, they were momentarily stunned. They recalled that it was this person who had injured their student, and could not help but glare fiercely at him.

One of them, the Grand Brilliant Priest, had used a healing spell to heal Dean Platz's injuries.

At this moment, Vice Dean d'Abbs ran over quickly. He saw Ron standing next to Platz and could not help giving him a strange look. He moved his mouth but did not say anything. Instead, he turned to Platz, "Lord Dean, what should we do now?"

Before Platz could reply, a crisp dragon roar suddenly sounded in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a candid voice rang out. "Hahaha, old bastard Pratz, I didn't think your Baroque Academy would be so lively. I didn't know there'd be such a good thing. It makes me feel so uninteresting!" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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