High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1705: Chapter 449: The Sheep Arrived

Wet and slippery, not only from tears but also blood.

It could be his own blood, or it could be someone else’s.

One, two, three, lift!

Zheng Qing suppressed the waves of pain coming from various parts of his body, summoned his courage again, and with difficulty raised his arm. This time, he finally blocked out the sun and saw the blood that filled his hands, slowly flowing along the lines of his palm. It gathered at his wrist, forming a long, thin, winding red line trailing down his arm.

Like a blood-seeking worm.

The young wizard took a deep breath, and his arm, held up for so long, dropped immediately to his side. The sting made him grunt in pain but also drew a heartfelt sigh of ’Mr. Bless’ from him.

Being able to move an arm and a few fingers was a blessing in misfortune.

This meant Zheng Qing still had a chance to save himself.

The warlock, manipulating his stiff fingers like a half-paralyzed spider, slowly crawled his hand onto his robe and into the grey cloth bag hanging at his waist.

His fingertips brushed over the neatly stacked talismans in the grey cloth bag, and the tingling sensation from the surge of magic power almost brought tears to his eyes.

Pain-relief talisman, pain-relief talisman, pain-relief talisman!

Still the bloody pain-relief talisman!

Zheng Qing activated several pain-relief talismans in succession, creating a layer of protection over his nerves from head to toe, allowing him to finally examine the other talismans and potions in his grey cloth bag with a calm expression.

The Rejuvenation Talisman paired with Intermittent Ointment could automatically set and mend bones.

Bai Xian with Gan Lin Charm could accelerate the recovery of bleeding wounds.

The Jade Dew could repair internal organ damage.

The Evil-Exorcising Charm burned to ash and mixed into Lu Er De Holy Water could expel the invasive aura of demons.

There was also a big bottle of magic potion that Zheng Qing chugged like water, finally restoring order to the chaotic magic power inside him, making it docile once more.

”The more I owe, the more I feel I can’t pay it back.”

The young warlock licked away the last bit of magic potion residue from the corner of his mouth, held the potion’s crystal bottle up to the sun, watching the five-colored radiance shimmer at the mouth of the bottle, and let out a deep sigh.

In the various means he had just used, aside from some talismans he had prepared himself, the others were stuffed into his grey cloth bag by Jiang Yu before he jumped off the inner fortress wall.

For example, the Intermittent Ointment, which Zheng Qing had seen in the Fizze Magic Potion Speciality Store, was priced at a high three jade coins for a small box. If it were up to Zheng Qing, he definitely wouldn’t spend money on such a potion. He would rather sketch a few more Rejuvenation Talismans or wrap himself in more plaster to let the bones heal on their own.

And then there’s the Jade Dew for repairing internal organ damage, which reportedly requires a special magic circle and an ancient magic ritual to obtain. It’s a secret not passed down by the wizarding family and a commodity with no market in the Wandering Bar.

Also, the Lu Er De Holy Water concocted by the Great Wizard BenaDette, sourced from the ancient chapel in the Pyrenees Diocese. From Dreamland to the Black Prison, Zheng Qing has used up countless bottles.

”Can’t repay, can’t repay.”

The young cost student murmured as he stood up with the Charm Gun for support, flexing his limbs and trying to adapt to his not-yet-fully-recovered body, while surveying his surroundings to figure out what had just happened.

Where he could see, everything around was charred black, with carbonized branches scattered chaotically around, turning to ash at the slightest touch.

After looking around, Zheng Qing realized he was standing in a depression, and not far from him, along the edge of the depression, were steep, radiating cliff walls. Above the walls, lush green willow branches swayed, tentatively spreading their tendrils into the depression. However, any willow branch climbing down the cliff wall would quickly become tainted with a black hue, gradually stiffening, and eventually losing control and falling.

Zheng Qing could vaguely see figures rushing over the cliff walls—some wizards, some demons. As the two sides met, life and death were still at stake, yet amidst the rampaging willow branches, there was unexpectedly a hint of harmony amidst the chaos. Of course, those figures also stopped at the edge of the cliff, each confirming their ’territory,’ clearly distinct.

Further away, in the sky, huge figures loomed over the depression. There were giant eyes, clock faces, giant apes, and pottery figurines—these were the true forms of the Great Wizards and Great Demons. The pervasive oppressive aura in the air made the young wizard wary and fearful. Even though he knew his familiar professor was among them, he instinctively lowered his head and diverted his gaze.

In the center of the depression stood a vaguely familiar large ’live tree.’

It’s called a tree because it took the form of one, with a thick trunk and lush canopy, looking like a cascade of uncontrollable seaweed. It exuded a putrid vegetal odor that even from a distance, the young man could faintly smell.

As for why it seemed familiar, Zheng Qing could not recall its identity at that moment—he had seen many ’living’ plants before. For instance, the Man-hitting Willow in the Hundred Herb Gardens; or the man-eating Big Mouth Gulu at the school hunting party; or the lively green snake-like willow branches presently standing by the outer fortress walls.

But the dark green entity at the center of the depression seemed different from any ’live’ plant in Zheng Qing’s memory.

Its trunk was as thick as an elephant’s leg, dragging the heavy body of the tree as it moved slowly; its canopy extended tendril-like vines that wantonly captured nearby prey—among them, Zheng Qing saw several segments of Abomination still alive after being shredded; saw a struggling Nightmare, its master nowhere to be found; also saw two heads of the Hellhound.

Numerous mouths were on the tree’s body, slowly chewing, with dark green slime dripping from their corners. Each chew caused the tree’s body to slightly expand.

Zheng Qing felt he now knew where those demons blocking the way had gone,

The Charm Gun in his hand emitted faint, intertwined glows of green and yellow, with windmill-like runes slowly rotating on the gun body, seemingly conveying some message to the warlock.

Perhaps it was because he had used too many ’pain-relief talismans’ before, causing many of the warlock’s nerves to remain in a dazed state, slowing his thoughts. In any case, the young cost student stared at the giant tree in the center of the depression for a long time before finally realizing where the source of his nameless familiarity came from.

Starry Sky!

Shub-Niggurath!

Black Mountain Goat offspring!

Before his first explosion, he had once met the avatar of Nicolas in that small world; later, in the North District of Beta Town, on his way back to school from Jini Cottage, he and Jiang Yu confronted the figure of the Black Mountain Goat offspring; not long ago, this damned Black Mountain Goat pursued him into the Black Prison World.

Every encounter was far from pleasant, Zheng Qing had every reason to believe the Black Mountain Goat’s name was Arthur.

However, this Arthur in front of him was not as easy to deal with as the Arthur at Alpha Academy.