The heavily armed warrior did not follow Magellan into the classroom, but a bad premonition rose in his heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After an explosion, a large hole was made in the wall near the hallway of the classroom, revealing a soldier with a bazooka on his shoulder in the hallway behind him.

Magellan watched as a huge flame erupted behind the warrior, and then a rocket flew straight at him.

It seemed funny, the warrior had done something stupid, the back half of his body was burning, and his companion standing next to him was not spared.

But for Magellan, it wasn't funny at all.

The rocket exploded right before Magellan's eyes.

It was a delicate feeling, and Magellan had never tried what it would be like to be in the center of a rocket explosion, so now, his heart was filled with surprise.

Two realities came to his mind, one was the relief of his body being blown apart by the explosion, and the other was the power coming from the depths of his soul, compared to which the whole world was just a bad joke.

Then Magellan snorted coldly and clenched his right hand.

In the distant sky, there was a tremor of the falling giant, and then the whole school building let out a mournful roar, and the classrooms were like crushed cardboard boxes, and the broken cement slabs fell and smashed to the ground.

Accompanied by the dust and debris that fell, the murderer who caused all this appeared at Magellan's side.

It was a huge beast, high above, the shadow of its upper body hanging over Magellan, and a hand reached out to him, like a child grasping a small worm, and shook it gently.

In the air, flames and shrapnel began to gather in the middle, and the scene defied common sense, with brilliant and changing light and color, and finally fell into a cold silence.

A crumpled iron ball landed on the ground with a dry double thumping sound.

Magellan's gaze passed through the transparent body of the giant beast, and the world in his eyes turned pale.

The beast gently placed its hand at Magellan's feet and raised its head and roared.

Silent fluctuations scattered, strong winds appeared out of thin air, and huge trees and tall buildings fell to the ground like weeds.

Magellan stood at the top of the world, his heart like water.

Underneath him, the beast stood motionless, its eyes filled with chaotic madness.

"It's boring......"

Magellan sighed in his heart, and then the world decayed.

The colors were fading from the place where he could see, and all that was left was the gray that made people forget the color. The ruins of the beast were gone, and at the end of the horizon, the sun had set, and the sky nearby was still a clear blue and warm red.

Eventually, it all disappeared.

All that remained of the planet was a dead darkness and a smooth, flat horizon, with no stars in the sky but a full white moon.

The behemoth raised its head and roared at the moon.

The four fields are silent, and its only audience is Magellan, a human who can't hear its cry.

Magellan looked at the moon and was silent.

"Hello, Magellan. ”

A flirtatious male voice broke the silence, and Magellan turned to see a handsome god.

"Why don't you have a drink?"

Bacchus raised his glass and smiled.

"I ...... No drinking......"

"That's a pity," Bacchus didn't mean to be angry at all, "if a man doesn't drink, he misses out on a lot of good things." ”

"I just ......," Magellan didn't know how to put it, "I don't like it." ”

"Don't like to get drunk?" Bacchus smiled and leaned against Magellan, "you know my preferences better than most of my fanatics." ”

"If you are not drunk, you are not drinking, and only those who really understand what it means to lose their minds will know how to be in awe. ”

The god of wine was tall and handsome, he put one arm on Magellan's shoulder, put his face in front of him, and sprayed wine: "Now I promise to protect you, don't you want to try what is called madness?"

The wine in the golden cup is as red as blood, gently swaying, and the aroma of wine wafts in the air, shaking people's hearts.

"I ...... Don't want to indulge in ......"

"Then I promise you, I won't let you indulge, come, don't refuse so ruthlessly, I just can't help but want to find a new friend to show off my secret garden with him, haha!"

Bacchus handed the glass, and Magellan hesitated, but finally raised his hand to take it.

The bright red wine passed through his throat, bringing a coolness, and Magellan seemed to be standing on a high place looking down on him, and he could even see the wine flowing down through his body.

A strange feeling mixed with warmth and coolness swept through the body, as if the soul was out of the body, fluttering like a fairy.

The world seemed to be very different, but it was as if it was the same, and Magellan struggled to open his drunken eyes, and the only thing he could see clearly was the smile of the Dionysian.

"Now, you can see the world as it really is, so enchanting, so bright, that I am addicted to it, and as for you, my guest, the choice is yours. ”

Magellan staggered towards the front, the surrounding scenery shaky and overlapping, like a wonderland shrouded in smoke.

"Desire is the most beautiful thing that human beings have, don't hide it, here you can get everything you want, and when you really get it, you will know if it will be some dirty and depraved thing. ”

Bacchus's voice was erratic, like this world of drunkards, shaking, but with an irresistible allure.

Magellan walked all the way, surrounded by a chaotic world, strange and familiar people emerging from the fog, then disappearing, and finally leaving nothing.

The journey seemed to never end, but Magellan stopped.

It was a dense forest, and a tall bearded man led a group of ancient Theros through the bushes of the forest.

They looked very embarrassed, but their tired expressions could not hide the alertness and ferocity in the depths of their eyes.

This is a group of sailors who live at sea all year round, and they are dirty hands, the kind of contempt for human life in their bones, either pirates or soldiers.

"Good morning, gentlemen. ”

Magellan was not surprised to hear his voice completely different from before, and with the same frivolous movements as this voice, he walked up to the group of ancient Theros.

"The forest belongs to the god of wine. ”

The man in the lead bent politely, his movements graceful, but with a passion that did not belong to the nobility.

"That's right, he's the one who asked me to be here. ”

"Thank you, gods," said the man in the voice of an old sailor, a smile on his face, "then you are the messenger of the god of wine, and Athena will not disappoint those who believe in her." ”

"Well, the thing is, I don't know what I'm here for. ”