Duchamp felt that it was the longest day of his life, and since he learned the news in the morning, no one had taken care of him, and no one had come to inform him. He was restless on campus, unable to eat and had to walk around to relieve his psychological stress.

Seeing his appearance, Fang couldn't help but laugh and said that he must have felt that after Morgana disappeared, he would be the next one to disappear, so he couldn't sit still for even a minute.

Duchamp was restless, but could not speak to anyone. The magic weapons that could settle him down in the past all failed. When the other classmates saw the fire burning in his eyes, they all involuntarily avoided it.

In the end, Fang finally couldn't stand it anymore and took out a bottle of spirits and gave it to him. Duchamp opened it and took a sip, and immediately couldn't help but retch.

"It's so uncomfortable, what the hell is this? Who said that drinking alcohol can relieve a thousand sorrows. ”

After being teased, he finally covered his head with a white towel on his head, delusionally thought that he was a seriously ill patient, and fell asleep groggy.

At night, the silence of the boys' dormitory was suddenly broken by a cheer.

Duchamp grabbed the white towel, stumbled barefoot, and rushed out.

Teacher Remour, who was surrounded by the students, loudly announced that Morgana and Colin had been found, and that they were now recuperating in the Great Sanctuary and would be back in two days.

Hearing the news, Duchamp finally collapsed and stood against the wall, feeling that the first breath of the day had finally gasped out of his chest.

Teacher Remur took advantage of the other students' inattention and quietly stuffed a small note for him, "The guerrillas gave it to you." ”

With the little note in his hand, Duchamp finally had some strength, and he crawled back into bed with all his strength, and soon fell asleep.

May 21.

The rumors in the city of Lulei gradually subsided with the withdrawal of the martial law confederate troops. The official version is that there was a small mutation in a cave to the south, so the army was sent to solve it.

Mutation or something, on the mainland is like eating a home-cooked meal, people talked about it for a while, and gradually it subsided.

Early in the morning, Duchamp, who had momentum, got up again and lazily went to eat. In the cafeteria, he heard the latest news of the matter.

The girls who had been to see Morgana overnight came back crying one by one, and according to them, Morgana never woke up.

After breakfast, Duchamp, who was about to take a dip and relieve his nervousness yesterday, was intercepted by Eric.

"Come with me to see Morgana."

"Why me?" Duchamp was surprised.

"The Templar said that Morgana seemed to have called your name in the middle of the night, and that perhaps your conversation would help her wake up. Hurry up, the Templars have sent a car to pick it up. Eric dragged Duchamp and got into a white ambulance.

"Wait, why did Morgana call my name? I don't know her well. Duchamp was baffled.

"When the patient is in a deep coma, the subconscious may not be the person closest to him, but the person who impresses him the most." Mama, who was driving, took over the conversation.

"She didn't have a good impression of me, and we never spoke in class. What do I say after I go? Could it be that you can wake up by scolding her? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Styri, at this juncture, helping your classmates is not a matter of conditions. Hey, wait, this isn't in the direction of Rure. Eric was surprised to find that the guided car did not enter the east gate, but continued to drive east.

"To make her more recoverable, we moved her to a suburban retreat."

The guide car was speeding away, and Duchamp's heart was in a mess. He closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then noticed that the guide car had stopped in front of a house.

"Is this the destination?" Duchamp looked curiously at the villa in front of him.

"That's right." Mama turned her head and smiled at the two of them.

"Bang!" Eric fell to the ground.

"The target has launched hypnosis on you, the resistance effect has been successfully activated, and you have successfully resisted hypnosis."

Duchamp was so frightened that he ran away, cursing loudly as he ran: "I should have thought that there would be no nun who could drive in these days. ”

"Little one, there's even another set." The witch in a nun's costume was not too surprised, she took out her strangely shaped magic weapon, stared at Duchamp, who had already run dozens of meters, and recited the spell.

An illusory beast emerged from the void and intercepted the path ahead.

"Mom! Seventh-level phantom beast! Duchamp was so frightened that he abandoned the road and ran to the forest.

This is what the witch wanted, and she followed closely behind Duchamp, mobilizing her mana while chasing after her.

"Roar!" The phantom beast pounced slightly, drawing a graceful arc, and swooped towards Duchamp in a path of supergravity.

A guide rod suddenly appeared in Duchamp's hand, and his body made a wonderful arc in the air, miraculously disappearing from under the claws of the phantom beast, and in the next second, charged to the witch's side.

"Whack!" Duchamp gritted his teeth and slashed at the witch, and sneaking up on the witch was his only chance at the moment.

The witch's spell fluctuations flashed, fending off the attack.

Obviously, there is more than one person in this world who knows how to spell a shield.

Duchamp danced the stick in the wind, pressing the witch step by step, as if he had forgotten that there was a seventh-level phantom beast behind him. He knew very well that at this moment, only by suppressing the witch and preventing her from releasing spells could he have a chance of survival.

It's a pity that the witch also saw through his tactics, and a flash appeared in the distance.

A mocking look appeared on her face: "Yes, people who have the mark of the Chosen One know quite a lot." ”

The phantom beast pounced, and between Duchamp and the witch, a storm of attacks came to its face, using the same strategy as Duchamp had just used.

Retreat, retreat, take a small step back to the left, and fight back sideways! The force was not completely removed, and the shield broke.

Duchamp felt that his reflexes had never been as clear as they were now, and every cell in his body was sensing the Phantom Beast's next offensive route, and he used his retreat to unload the Phantom Beast's attack as much as possible.

"Bewildered! Didn't it work? "Look, the level difference is too much, and these control skills can only make the phantom beast lag for a while at most.

But now, even a 0.1-second lag is crucial for Duchamp. He was anxiously calculating the cooldown time for Phantom Blessing and Charge, wondering if there were any small animals that could be targeted, and calculating which direction to escape was the most likely.

Just when the cooldown for the charge finally arrived.

The witch who was watching the battle with cold eyes and muttering to herself suddenly let out a sneer, channeling a huge energy from the magic weapon.

"Bondage!"

Duchamp, who had not yet had time to launch a teleportation, was suddenly restrained by a huge force and fell to the ground involuntarily.

A large beast claw print slashed across his chest, splattering flesh and blood.