High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2631: Chapter 852: Disrupted Rhythm

”Damn it!”

”First shot!”

When the slender red line shot out from the pale yellow rock’s shadow and hit one of the big crows in the flock, two voices rang out almost simultaneously from the second-floor loft near the battlefield.

The cramped room was filled with five ’human-shaped crows’, some sitting by the coffee table in the center, some leaning against the wooden wall by the door, and some half-lying on the narrow wooden bed.

The speakers were two crows with masks marked with numbers nine and thirteen. They stood by the window. Crow number nine held a small brass telescope, his voice tinged with frustration. Crow number thirteen held a record board in one hand and a feather pen in the other, sketching calmly.

They were commenting on the same event.

The former cursed that one of the Sandbox Mini World’s nodes was discovered by three young wizards.

The latter noted that the first high-threat fu bullet was just consumed — according to the internal analysis among the crows, the number of these highly destructive fu bullets should be very limited, and using them burdens the charm gun heavily. To be safe, their initial plan was to exhaust three to five of them through various means before officially engaging.

It’s just that those young wizards were unexpectedly calm.

From unexpectedly falling into the Sandbox World to being attacked by the flock, and up to now, the target had only fired the first of those powerful fu bullets, and it hit one of the magic power nodes of the Small World directly.

”No wonder they’re hunters who’ve been on the Black Prison Battlefield.”

Sitting by the coffee table, the crow with a mask marked fifteen raised a hand, feeling the dust falling due to the Small World’s tremors, unabashedly praising their opponents: ”No wonder they are the professor’s chosen targets... among students, few can reach his level.”

”Wizards who can enter the school’s assistant group can be called ’elite’, they’re no longer among the student ranks... but the better he is, the harder it will be for us to complete the mission, and that’s not a good thing.” The crow leaning against the door with a mask marked fourteen couldn’t hide his anxiety in his voice.

”Isn’t it because someone outside has made a move?”

Nine Crow, standing by the window, raised the brass telescope towards the misty sky and commented, ”It’s the North District Great Wise Person... Fortunately, it’s just her alone... If I remember correctly, the professor said her chance of making a move was very low!”

”Even a low probability can happen.” Number Fifteen Crow blew off the floating dust on her hand, turning to look at Crow No.3 half-lying on the small bed: ”...how much time do we have left?”

Gan Ning, leaning on the headboard, held a pocket watch while seemingly watching the hands tick, yet occasionally lowering his head slightly, which made it clear to others he was nodding off.

”Number three!”

Number Fourteen Raven went a bit crazy and lunged, shaking Crow No.3’s shoulders violently as if trying to knock his head off. The sharp raven beak on No.3’s mask bobbed and stuck precisely onto the glass casing of the pocket watch in his hand, almost breaking it: ”Are you sleeping? Can you sleep now? Did the professor put you in charge of this operation just to slack off!!”

Number Fifteen Crow by the coffee table instinctively leaned back.

She had every reason to believe that if it weren’t for the crow masks, Gan Ning’s delicate little face would be covered in Number Fourteen Crow’s saliva by now.

”What? What? Is it time to go?”

Crow No.3 blinked in confusion, around for several seconds, before realizing what was happening. He peeled off the claws on his shoulder, stretched with a huge yawn: ”Don’t be so tense... yawn... learning to nap during hunting gaps is an essential skill for an excellent hunter. It keeps your energy up at all times... Don’t waste time, the professor or rather, the time the school gives us is limited, skip the other stages, let’s go straight to the main course.”

As soon as he said this, the other four, including the two crows monitoring the target at the window, looked at Gan Ning in unison and instinctively opposed ——

”All at once?”

”Everything?”

”Isn’t it a bit too impulsive?”

”I think we should stick to the plan...”

”No time left.” Gan Ning jumped up from the small bed, stowed away the pocket watch, waved his hand to interrupt the babble: ”If the plan worked, we should have already exhausted at least three of the target’s powerful fu bullets by now...”

He pointed outside, giving a meaningful reminder: ”...they’ve disrupted our plans, so don’t expect us to follow the steps and get the expected results. I like a saying: A chaotic punch beats the master. These kids are adept at handling situations, if we don’t mess up their rhythm, we’ll fall into theirs.”

Everyone fell silent.

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...

”What are those crows doing?”

Under the phantom of the pale yellow hill, the fat wizard’s cautious voice asked as he noticed the crows circling above them suddenly start attacking each other: ”Did you just break the crows’ friend or foe identification function?”

Zheng Qing shrugged, indicating he didn’t know — at the moment, he was still immersed in the excitement of having just hit the Small World’s magic power node with one shot — he patted Xiao Xiao on the shoulder.

”How about it, did you get in touch?” Having achieved a tangible result, his voice naturally grew more confident, and speaking to the professor became more assertive.

Xiao Xiao pushed away the crystal ball in front of him, took off his glasses, rubbed the corner of his eyes, and shook his head slightly.

”The time was too short, just as we detected the school’s Protect Legal Formation aura, the sandbox shut down again... What’s certain is that judging by the speed at which they adjusted the Small World’s magic power nodes, the black hand behind these crows isn’t far from us.”

At this point, the professor hesitated a bit, pressed the bluestone slab beneath him: ”...did you feel the slight tremor in the ground before?”

”Someone outside must be trying to open the sandbox entrance,” Zheng Qing steadied himself — he wouldn’t overlook the slight tremor that had created a window for his shot — simultaneously, he quickly calculated the likely candidate in his mind: ”From the timing and attack intensity, Sister Korma is the most likely.”

Among the Big Wizards and above high-level wizards he knew, only Korma, with relatively weaker strength and lack of experience when facing the Sandbox Mini World, might exhibit such cautiousness, fearing to harm hostages with a tremor.