The dragon has long since descended into the world with a monstrous flame capable of destroying the world.

Chapter 79

The principal's workroom.

Outside the window, the sky was faint and dim, and the large studio was shrouded in a dull twilight.

The narrow, cramped room was piled high with old, ancient scrolls, and a few stars of candles were placed high and low in various parts of the room, the dim candlelight illuminating the crowded studio.

Old Principal Pei was sitting alone in a dark red armchair.

He turned over the translation in front of him with downcast eyes, and in his other hand he clutched a quill and scribbled on a piece of paper.

The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper surface makes a rustling sound that echoes in the quiet workroom.

After a long time, he put down his pen and turned his head to look out the narrow, slender window.

It's getting late.

Principal Pei stood up trembling, straightening the scroll in front of him with his old hand.

He took the manuscript that had just been in Shi An's position in his hand and casually scanned it down.

I have to say that Shi An is the most gifted student he has seen in his teaching career in terms of ancient writing.

Although the other party's recent translations are all elementary, they are all very accurate.

A trace of appreciation passed through Old Principal Pei's eyes.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly flickered, and his gaze lingered for a moment on a certain spot on the parchment.

There was a random circle drawn there, and a few scribbles sketched out next to it, which looked like a duck with its beak open, and the strokes were so tender that one could not help but smile at them.

But ......

Principal Pei showed a thoughtful look.

The location rings a bell with him.

That's the main reason he left the studio so late today.

This whole passage he could not successfully translate in any case.

Principal Pei Lao brushed his fingertips over the spot where the other had drawn the circle and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and could not help but be slightly stunned.

Elder Principal Pei reached out and picked up a cane that was on the side and made his way to the top of the spire alone.

Where are the ancient books Mu Hang has brought with him.

Because the ancient books were extremely precious and difficult to preserve, they had to be stored in a closed and dark narrow space, and at the same time, there were also strict requirements for the concentration of magic value in the air. In order to protect the ancient books, and also in order to minimize the damage to the books caused by frequent flipping, the translation work they carried out in the past was not carried out directly on the books.

However, some antiquarian books can be photographed and some cannot.

This is determined by the material of the writing paper, and the type of magic attached to it.

The book that Mu Hang brought was precisely the one that could not be photographed, the magic power attached to it was able to interfere with the machine's ability to take images, so they had to resort to the most primitive method, that is, a facsimile transcription.

The assistant in charge of transcribing has been with Old Principal Pei for more than twenty years and is experienced in this area and almost never makes a mistake.

But ......

As long as one is human, one can make mistakes.

Principal Pei gazed at the original ancient book spread out in front of him, and then slowly lowered his head to look at the transcript he was cupping in his hands.

In the spot circled by the scribble, a small dot stroke was missing above one of the symbols.

Although the difference between the two is extremely slight, the effect this has throughout the passage is almost heavenly due to the peculiarities of the ancient human language.

Elder Principal Pei stared blankly at the original in front of him.

Since the version that was transcribed incorrectly was also able to be translated on, even he did not associate the possibility of a transcription error with it.

But ...... Shi An not only found it, but even circled it with precision.

Soon, Old Principal Pei came back to his senses.

He pulled the pen he carried from his pocket and began to make the quickest possible translation from the most original version.

After a long time, he stopped his pen and looked at the paper in front of him filled with scribbled notes.

After a brief translation, the entire paragraph had roughly taken shape, speaking about what should be related to giant dragons and fire-breathing.

Principal Pei thought of something and turned his head to look at Shi An's manuscript.

That duck with its beak open, did ......

Is it a dragon that's breathing fire?

Old School Pei froze in place, gazing fixedly at the piece of paper in front of him, almost somewhat incredulous.

It's amazing that he found subtle errors in the transcripts without even noticing them, and was able to figure out the full meaning of the passages in this case ......

An ordinary, newly-adult student, no matter how gifted he was at translating ancient texts, could never have made it as far as he did.

Is such a thing really possible?

Or is he just overthinking it?

Whatever ...... the reason, he must find out.

Elder Principal Pei pondered for a long time and twisted his head toward the back, calling out his assistant's name:

"Get me Shi An's contact info."

His voice, however, seemed like a stone thrown ponderously into the bottom of a well, and there was no reply for a long time.

Strange.

Obviously the assistant was waiting outside when he came in... was something wrong?

Elder Principal Pei furrowed his brows and turned to walk out the door.

He had just stepped out of the cramped room when he saw his assistant lying face down on the floor, crimson blood slowly diffusing from his body and soaking the wooden floor.

Elder Principal Pei's eyes snapped open.

This ...... this is ......

It was at this moment that several figures clad in black robes slowly emerged from the surrounding darkness, their bodies seemed to merge with the shadows behind them, their faces covered by hoods, their aura dark and dangerous.

"Good evening, Old Mr. Pei."

The leader of the group said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect you to still be ...... here at this time of the day It seems that our intelligence sources were wrong."

The white-haired old man in front of him suddenly had a stern brow.

The massive demonic force suddenly exploded like a monstrous river.

The wooden structure in the tower creaked as it snapped, wood shavings and pieces of paper flying and wreaking havoc in the wake of the powerful force.

Several people in front of him were instantly sent flying out, their spines hitting the wall heavily, making the sound of bones breaking.

"This is my school." The old principal looked solemn, slowly gripping the cane in his palm, his voice pale and solemn, "Not a place for you scum to come and go as you please."

The black-robed man at the head of the group rolled over in anger and blood, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He looked up grimly at the old man not far away.

Although he was old, but after all, Old Headmaster Pei had been a renowned powerhouse in the continent a hundred years ago, and even now it still seemed tricky.

But ......

He pulled a slow smile from the shadows.

Lines of flowing water floated in the air behind the old man, and a dark-colored shadow silently appeared.

The next second--

A flower of blood bloomed at the lapel of his chest.

Deep, dark blood stains slowly dribbled across the unreadable.

The air seemed suddenly silent.

Elder Principal Pei's face suddenly paled, and his figure swayed before he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Breath-masking gems, pretty impressive, huh?" The man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up and walked forward.

He lowered his eyes to gaze at the old man at his feet and whispered.

"Old man, I think you have something here that we want ...... I advise you to hand it over early, and I can still let you go without any pain."

Old Colonel Pei coughed and choked on the blood that surged up his throat, his breath weak:

"You're dreaming ......"

It was at this moment that several black-robed men, also pitch-black in color, came out of the narrow room.

They gestured toward the man at the head of the group, signaling that something had been found.

The old man's gaze fell on the ancient book in the man's hand.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, and his eyes snapped open.

He coughed twice, his voice hard, "What you wish to summon will never-"

"No, old sir, what we wanted to summon has already succeeded." The black-robed man in the lead lowered his head and whispered.

His voice took on a bit of a frenzy:

"It's already here."

Pure souls volunteered to be sacrificed, and the road to the future was paved long ago.

Amidst the cries of the faithful, the dragon descended into the world wrapped in monstrous flames capable of destroying the world.

The fire cleanses the filth and devours the sin, and the whole world will be reborn in the divine punishment of the burning heavens.

The blade of the sword was sharp, the glittering edge swept across the old man's chest, and blazing blood spurted out.

Looking at the old man's body that was slowly losing its breath, the man in black smiled:

"All we have to do now is just to help it regain its power."

*

The entire Ableist Academy was in a state of fear and panic.

Administration men cordoned off the entire college, and the piercing sirens of ambulances echoed across the campus.

Nobody knows what's going on.

But the atmosphere of unease is spreading unchecked.

Inside the tower.

Uniformed members of the Administration hurried in and out of the half-damaged towers.

They closed the scene, collected evidence and took photographs.

The body had been carried away, but there was still dried, dark red blood on it, which stood out clearly and harshly on the aged wooden floor.

Mu Hang stood in the center of the chaotic and noisy scene, his eyes downcast as he stared at the empty box in front of him.

The ...... book is missing.

At that moment, members of the Administration, who were in charge of investigating the scene, came to brief him on the current situation.

After listening in silence to the known clues, Mu Hang nodded and waved his hand to indicate the other could leave.

Gazing at the back of the other party, Wen Yao hesitated for a moment and asked:

"The principal of Avon College was similarly attacked, will it be this time as well ......"

"Dragons?"

Mu Hang's voice was indifferent and calm.

He said, "No."

The scene created by the dragon was one of violent, overwhelming destruction, not like this ......

Targeted.

Mu Hang looks around the room.

It was messy, but there was little more damage than the stolen books.

He slowly straightened his gloves and said, "There is nothing abnormal about the Ability Academy's campus protection system, the other party did not forcefully invade from the outside."

Wen Yao was stunned, "Did ......"

Mu Hang nodded his head, his eyes cold as if they were heavy dark night.

"Yes, it was let in."

*

Dormitory.

Shi An frowned and looked out the window.

Lin Yanming opened the door to his room and stepped out barefoot, looking suspiciously in the direction from which the sound had come.

"What happened to this ......?"

Shi An shook her head and said honestly, "I'm not sure."

After separating from Mu Hang, Shi An went straight back to the dormitory and fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the pillow.

It wasn't until late at night that he awoke with a sudden start.

There was a quietness in all directions.

It wasn't the sound that woke Shi An up, but more like some kind of ...... scent.

But the scent was weak, distant, and faded abruptly before Shi An could catch the source.

Very strange.

It wasn't long after that that there was a cacophony of loud noises coming from outside.

As for what happened, Shi An was really not too sure, but there was always an unspoken sense of danger in his heart.

Lin Yanming raised his hand to touch his cell phone, and he frowned:

"No signal."

It was at this moment that Shi An suddenly raised her head and jerked it in a certain direction.

The ...... scent has reappeared!

Cold and sinister, dark and serene, slowly rising out of the night, floating somewhere far away.

It was as if it called to him silently.

Shi An jerks to his feet.

"...... Hey, hey!"

Lin Yanming's bewildered, puzzled voice sounded behind him, "Shi An, where are you going?"