High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1733: Chapter 477: Angel and Tiber Dragon

Outside the shallow pit.

On the battlefield of the Keiform Flight Land.

Two Black Mountain Goats were entirely entangled together, forming a massive black cocoon, densely wrapped in dark green vines like silken threads, exuding a disconcerting aura.

The battle between the Mist Captain and six other Great Demons against Alpha, Starry Sky, and Atlas, the three deans, had reached a fever pitch, though they were very careful to keep the battlefield in the medium-height airspace—worried the deans might accidentally destroy the Black Prison’s protective Array or shatter the ’rotten egg’ woven by the Black Mountain Goats, causing the pollution to spread.

The demons had similar concerns, but their worries extended further, fearing if the battle damaged the stronghold walls, they would be stalled by the school’s professors, allowing the ’allies’ from the Dark Council to become the final beneficiaries.

Indeed, they had reason to worry.

At this moment, their ’allies’ were leisurely stationed at the battlefield’s edge, confronting Professor Yao without initiating an attack—despite only facing one dean from the First University.

Professor Yao was content to engage in a ’sitting war’ with these uninvited guests from the Dark Council, keeping his interest only as long as they remained ’exceptions,’ caring little for their peculiar plans.

After all, the Black Prison World was still essentially the home ground for wizards, and despite various incidents, the overarching status quo remained under the control of the Diviners.

The battles amongst the big players were both spectacular and perilous.

In comparison, the fights between ordinary wizards and demons were particularly gruesome, especially near the stronghold walls, where resistance from the wizards was extraordinarily fierce as it bordered the final line of defense.

The demons, surging like a tide from beneath the Great Demon ships and the Multiple-Armed Giant KOTOS, were met with the wizards’ defensive lines, resembling imposing reefs, standing against the tide. The tide crashed against the reefs, transforming into fine sprays of mist, shimmering under the beams of two blazing suns, creating a mesmerizing kaleidoscope.

A sinister aura permeated the battlefield.

The entire battlefield was filled with heart-wrenching sounds.

...

The skirmish among the young wizards at the edge of the ruins inside the shallow pit did not escape the attention of the other Big Wizards present. They did not need to be intentional; every event on this confined battlefield was as clear as a palm’s lines.

Simultaneously, when Zheng Qing brought out that law book.

Both the Great Druid and Professor Yao’s pupils shrank at the same time.

”This is bad.”

The professor sighed in his heart.

The Great Druid’s eyes, however, sparkled, and the fine, long hairs on his face began to sway like a jellyfish’s tentacles during feeding, casting deep, glimmering lights in the void.

”If I were you, I would keep silent.”

Professor Yao’s indifferent face turned towards the Druid High Priest, his tone as calm as ever: ”...Quietly stay where you are.”

As he spoke, the four pairs of hands at his sides formed four different spells, with four law books floating in front of him. As beams of light rose between the pages, they linked together like an immovable mountain, imposing and majestic.

Opposite him, the Great Druid Seberk smiled slightly: ”If I were you, I would advise your yellow-clad bishop to have more patience with this world... rather than sacrificing himself at the slightest disagreement.”

Before his words had even finished, the sky suddenly darkened.

Atlas Academy’s Dean Urelban knelt on one knee in the void, holding an ancient vellum scroll, and the light between heaven and earth seemed to be absorbed away in that instant.

”In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.”

”The earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep.”

”And the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”

”God said, ’Let there be light,’ and there was light.”

Along with the Elder Wizard’s murmurous prayer, the plain hemp robe on his body fell away piece by piece, revealing a slender, clean torso. Milky white light emanated from every pore, slowly flowing and gathering behind the Big Wizard, forming a bending silver-white figure.

He lowered his head, gazing upon the blood vapor rising from the slaughter below, his eyes filled with compassion and love: ”For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

The silver-white figure raised its head, revealing a face similar to the Atlas dean’s but younger. Slowly, it stood up, and its white wings unfolded layer by layer, their edges gilded by the sky’s descending golden sunlight. One after another, golden bolts of lightning leaped across the wings, crackling, extending in all directions, evolving into a vision of Paradise Mountain.

Phantom angels floated down from the mountaintop, guiding the souls of deceased wizards back to peace. Simultaneously, armored, weapon-wielding angels roared, forming streams of silver-white torrents, rushing from Paradise Mountain like a world-ending flood, sweeping away all impurities.

Professor Yao watched solemnly without intervention. Everyone has their Dao, and all actions in pursuit of one’s Dao deserve others’ respect.

”Damn it!”

The Mist Captain roared, like a gigantic white dragon, spiraled in mid-air, attempting to stop the descending angels, yet it only allowed many angels to land on its body, wielding swords and spears akin to small shovels digging into the white dragon.

The Mist Captain’s aura visibly weakened.

This was the consequence of trying to confront an exalted Big Wizard.

”Do something!”

The roar of the Fog reverberated in the ears of each Great Demon: ”While I’m holding Them off! Before all our subordinates are dead! Do something, dammit!”

DONG!!

An illusory tolling came from Mark Bridget, the Time Usurper’s true form, melodious and undulating, conjuring visions of a steadily flowing, unending river in many people’s minds; it was the time river’s reflection in reality.

Alas!

A sigh, tinged with unwillingness, followed as the Vortex Captain, one of the four Big Sea Monsters, leapt forward, slamming headlong into the giant hanging clock suspended in mid-air, a fierce glint on its face: ”...That fruit better be worth it!”

Crack!

Sounding like an eggshell breaking, after the Vortex Captain’s gigantic body collided with the hanging clock, neither the clock shattered, nor did the Vortex suffer a head injury. Instead, they merged into one, spinning around, morphing into a dragon with a bizarre appearance, akin to a pocket watch.

The dragon was a dark bluish-green, emanating an ancient aura as if it were a bronze artifact buried for tens of thousands of years. Its body formed the watch case, its aura the dial. The gray-white dial bore no exquisite, clear markings, save for a ring of constantly changing mysterious runes and three fingers of differing lengths reminiscent of dragon claws, forming the hands.

Tick.

The hands made a gentle leap in its abdomen.

Tick, tick.

The crisp, monotonous ticking echoed through heaven and earth.

The next second.

The Black Prison Stronghold wall collapsed with a crash.