High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2211: Chapter 432: The Price of Blood and Flesh

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The chests of the Ogres burst open one after another, spewing dark red blood, which gushed forth with a clear gurgling sound amidst the crisp and rapid thunderclaps, enveloped by magic power, flowing and spreading under the feet of each Ogre like dark red Ouroboros, head to tail, sketching upside-down Five-pointed Star Magic Array.

In mysticism, the inverted pentagram has always been considered the symbol of evil and Satan.

The pattern beneath the Ogres’ feet was filled with a strange and depraved feeling; just a glance made Zheng Qing feel breathless, as if blood-stained skull heads of sheep were struggling to climb up from the Arrays, their curved horns pressed against the joints of the Ogres, their bodies pulled and twisted by an invisible force, constantly infused with the crazy power from the void.

Gan Ning’s face suddenly changed.

He sensed traces of the professor’s concoction in those forces.

Professor Montreya always adhered to the idea that practice is more important than theory. Many times, he did not shy away from conducting experiments when the theories were unclear—this sense of urgency was one of the reasons he was esteemed and loved by many young wizards in the laboratory, as young people often lack patience, showing ignorant and reckless bravery towards the potentially serious consequences of illegal experiments.

Currently, the mad aura surrounding those Ogres was something he had once felt on the professor’s experiment table, clearly remembering it as a powerful but extremely uncontrollable force.

The magical creatures selected by the lab—from small eight-legged spiders and corpse-eating beetles, to fish wives in water and Gu Diao in the air, then to the common Red Chain Snakes and the rare Night Qi—not one could bear that force. The best-performing Behemoth melted away like a candle being roasted by fire an hour after being infused with that force; the worst-performing Unicorn even soiled itself, entirely losing consciousness just from smelling that aura.

On the whole, this is a force more amiable to dark creatures. During private discussions about the origin of this force, the young wizards unanimously cast their gaze toward the deeps of the starry sky.

The fusion of bloodlines and the starry sky even in the realm of black magic belongs to a certain taboo.

”A great wind has tunnels, both severed and snapped!”

”Min Tianjiwei, spread upon the earth!”

”What grass is not yellow, what grass is not dark!”

”No grass does not die, no wood does not wilt!”

Su Shijun’s clear incantation resonated in all directions, blending with heavenly punishment, wind blades, and destructive magic from above, like a meteor descending from the sky, transforming into a massive grindstone, grinding into powder the bone and flesh not destroyed by the meteor.

The swirling wind blade wrapped around dense ashes, stirring up a gray-white world. Zheng Qing felt as if he were standing at the edge of a sandstorm, seeing only three to five meters away, beyond which everything was blurred, and nothing could be seen.

He held his Charm Gun and looked upward.

The silhouette of the Witch was submerged in dust, vortexes, and dim skies, indistinct and vague. The young cost student looked directionlessly towards the Magical Biology Teacher, surprised to find Gan Ning was seriously observing the scene before him, muttering to himself, surrounded by four or five differently sized notepads, colorful feather pens writing incessantly along with his murmurs.

As if in the laboratory.

Zheng Qing stood on the shoulder of the Bo Fu Clan Giant, tugging at its ear, signaling to move closer to the Magical Biology Teacher. He was very curious about what Gan Ning was writing.

Yet the Giant remained motionless.

”Something’s not right!”

Xiao Xiao’s slightly urgent voice came to his ear: ”The divination results suddenly became chaotic... the feedback system from the battle array indicates danger approaching, but we haven’t discovered anything! You be careful!”

The entity of the Second Rank battle array naturally possessed some abilities of the Bo Fu Clan Giant, such as a massive body, immense strength, and keen battlefield intuition.

At present, the Giant’s intuition kept warning them, but the young wizards who composed the Giant’s flesh and blood looked bewildered, not knowing where the alert was coming from.

Oooo...

Almost simultaneously with Xiao Xiao’s warning, Zheng Qing sensitively noticed that the whistling winds around seemed somewhat off. The wind carried something else.

Squeak-ooo...

Squeak-squeak ooo...

”Somewhat similar to a shakuhachi, a rather sharp flute sound!” Xiao Xiao quickly made his judgment: ”This is the prelude to spirits, only those wandering by the Wuding River can hear this voice... Have we died?”

The last sentence was filled with the Doctor’s confusion.

Definitely not dead.

Having had one death experience, Zheng Qing was very confident in his judgment. While comforting his anxious comrades, he listened closely; the ’flute sound’ came faintly from the nearby swirling gray-white dust storm, initially very weak, buried among wind, incantations, Ogres’ wails, and the sound of trees breaking.

But gradually, the shakuhachi sound became clearer, carrying a mocking tone amidst its piercing tone, like thousands of agitated birds chirping together, noisy and sharp, provoking nausea, and an initial urge to smash everything around, to destroy everything in its surroundings welled up from the heart.

”Truly a surprising piece of work.”

A faint, appreciative voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing’s ear: ”Using blood rituals to summon ancestors, paying the price in flesh, trading with those Gluttonous Beasts... few Wizards dare to blend the power of the starry sky with the power of Demons. Although the technique appears somewhat raw, the design structure is clever... but unfortunately, unfortunately... it’s a dead end. The power harmonized by the starry sky will only return to the starry sky... If Demon power could be subdued so easily, they’d have long become endangered species within the Alliance.”

The boy was stunned for a few seconds before recalling the resident in his eardrum, that Little Green Snake—as a former part of the Sea Demon King’s power, its insight was indeed extraordinary.

”Do you know what’s happening? Who’s up to tricks? That Ogre? With whom did it deal? Is it dangerous? What should I do? Could you notify the master?”

The young cost student hurriedly tossed out a string of questions.

But after speaking those words, the Little Green Snake fell silent again, leaving the Warlock pulling his ear, shaking his head like a rattle, unwilling to speak further, as if it was merely talking in its sleep or perhaps Zheng Qing had been momentarily hallucinated.

Soon enough, Zheng Qing knew it wasn’t an illusion.

Whoosh!

A thick, scale-armored arm suddenly slashed through the swirling dust, reaching straight for the Witch in mid-air, almost simultaneously, four more arms extended from the dust, grabbing the four drooping green fox tails around.