High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2800: Chapter 1021: Moo

In the evening, Zheng Qing attended the Seven Sins gathering.

It was Friday today, and tonight’s gathering had been planned since last week.

With his mind preoccupied by the little snake that had slipped away quietly, Zheng Qing was somewhat absent-minded and impatient during the meeting. Shortly after it started, he skipped over the discussion phase and directly presented the final response.

”...Given the tense atmosphere on the island recently and the fact that the target has long been under the protection of the Greenhill Mansion, unauthorized contact could pose unnecessary risks to the organization. Therefore, I will exercise the special authority of the Sin Bearer to veto the task submitted by Mammon. Does anyone have any objections?”

The black cat sat crouched in the center of the oval conference table. Although its words were directed at everyone, its gaze remained fixed on the red-furred fox, who represented Greed among the Seven Sins, codenamed Mammon the Devil.

The fox shrugged.

”You’ve already used your special authority. What opinion could I possibly have?”

It carelessly spread its paws: ”This matter was contacted by the previous Mammon. I originally thought it was unreliable... Maybe it couldn’t find a chance outside and thought of us, thinking that being in the school, we would have easier access to those Great Elves.”

The black cat, satisfied, flicked its tail.

Its gaze shifted to the other devils.

No one had any objections.

Only when looking at Lucifer, the big bat flapped its wide membranous wings.

”Even if a general vote were taken today, I would veto the task Mammon submitted last time... Attacking a family member of a higher-race member of the Moon Council is just too dangerous.”

Its voice was low, first affirming the black cat’s opinion, then slowly adding, ”But I’m a bit puzzled about the ’tense atmosphere’ mentioned by the Sin Bearer... I’m not sure what specifically is referred to?”

The black cat’s expression slightly froze.

It suddenly realized that the so-called ’tense atmosphere’ was something it personally felt—whether it was the Horseman Tribe’s prophecy, the crow hiding in the darkness, or that little snake slipping away, even the 24/7 guards around it, each tightened its nerves a notch, making it feel that the island was currently full of crises and tensions.

But in the eyes of other students, the end of spring and the beginning of summer was a period of relative calm, except for the occasional Red Chain Snakes that might frighten young warlocks and witches in the bushes—there was nothing tense at all. Haven’t conflicts between Alpha Academy and Jiuyou Academy even decreased significantly?

As it pondered this.

Lady Leviathan gracefully raised a paw.

”I did hear about something that happened last night. Could it be related to this ’tense atmosphere’ our Sin Bearer mentioned?”

Leviathan, a Persian Cat, spoke in a crisp and melodious voice through the vocal apparatus under its chin, slightly at odds with its demeanor: ”—Last night at the Quankela Fair, there was an incident. It’s said a Black Wizard heard an extraordinary prophecy from a Fish People Priest and, to prevent the prophecy from leaking, committed murder to silence them, killing even the prophecy spirit...”

”I heard the same!”

Beelzebub pulled its head out from a cake box, revealing its white-skinned, black-spotted pig face, snorting, ”But I heard the one who died was an old Fishman Tribe Priest, and the prophecy spirit was taken by the Black Wizard on the spot... Though the school reacted quickly, the Black Wizard still escaped, and the guests at the fair were treated roughly as suspects instead...”

”Hmm, I know about this event.”

Asmodeus, with sleek black goat fur, lightly tapped its chin, ”A wizard has already filed a lawsuit against Danghag, accusing Quanke comes of inaction and the infringement of consumer rights...”

”Wasn’t it the school that infringed on their rights? Why lodge a complaint against Quanke?” the Persian Cat asked in surprise.

”Tsk.”

A peacock, looking like a parrot at the corner of the table, shook its feathers disdainfully, ”Why else? They pick on the soft targets! Nine out of ten judges in Danghag graduated from the First University... No sane person would sue the First University over a trivial matter like this!”

The black cat listened helplessly to the devils’ chatter.

Feeling speechless.

Yet deeply relieved.

...

...

The guess of the Yellow Flowered Cat was indeed correct.

On Friday night, as Zheng Qing lay in bed and had just closed his eyes, he felt a cold wind hit his face, waking him up instantly.

However, he was not awake in reality but in a dream.

As he gathered his thoughts, he found himself standing on the edge of a cliff. In the distance, swirling dense mist loomed, and suspicious roars could faintly be heard, beneath his feet—

His gaze dropped, spotting a coiled little snake.

It seemed dead, completely motionless.

Whoosh!

A cold wind rose again, but instead of blowing against the boy, it raged in all directions. The white mist churned violently in the wind, parting like the Red Sea split by Moses, revealing a colossal figure that blotted out the sky and the sun behind the mist.

It was so immense that Zheng Qing could not discern its shape, only seeing its two crystalline moon-like eyes, except one orb was deep blue and the other blood red.

Without a doubt.

Zheng Qing silently confirmed in his heart—just by the color of the eyes, it was indeed the tenant that used to live in his ear. No, the almost dead being underfoot should be his real tenant, and the vast one before his eyes must be R’lyeh Benya...

He tried to maintain his composure.

”Good evening!”

The young teaching assistant waved a hand, being very polite.

The leviathan shrouded in mist did not move an inch.

Even those immense eyes showed no flicker, making one wonder if it had fallen asleep.

”Moo! Not good at all... the evening is far from good.”

A grumbling voice came from under Zheng Qing’s feet, startling him, ”—I didn’t say I wanted to run away, just felt stuffy living around and wanted to take a leisurely stroll... why was I even attacked?”

He looked down, seeing a head poking out from the snake ball, with eyes also red and blue, seemingly a miniaturized version of the giant snake from North District on the Anti-Magic Day.

However, upon closer inspection, he noticed it was starkly different from typical snakes—about a foot long, with dark black scale, a donkey-like head, cheeks akin to fish, with green headgear, and a voice like a calf. If it had an extra pair of horns on its head and a few more claws on its belly, Zheng Qing might have even set up an incense burner with some tall joss sticks in front of it.

This was hardly a snake.

It clearly bore seven or eight traits of a dragon.

And not a regular Flood Dragon, Chi Dragon, or Qiulong, but truly a legendary-class Divine Dragon.

”Ra... Lyeh?”

He took a step back, inquiring tentatively.

”Moo!”

The little blue snake—or little blue dragon—responded in an annoyed and very perfunctory manner by nodding.