"You're the prosthetic body of those four guys?"

"It's really a big forest, all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are jumping out!"

With the sound of cold killing, the red big slam slammed into the snow. The already trembling sandbox space made an ominous creaking sound under the impact, and invisible ripples visible to the naked eye swayed in the air. Hilda and the other assistant teachers were bluffed.

On the other hand, several of the young hunters of the Sin Hunting Team, because they didn't know much about the dangers of the destruction of the sandbox space, were more calm than the older teaching assistants—and Dr. Xiao Da, the only one in the hunting team whose knowledge reserve was comparable to that of the teaching assistants, had been writing and drawing in his notebook all the time, deaf to what was happening outside.

"You three stop her!"

The bull head roared at several companions, and the muscles in its body suddenly doubled, and the wide black robe on its body was full, and it looked as if it had become a straitjacket, making its already very violent momentum even more amazing.

Its plan is so simple that anyone can see it at a glance - let the three companions hold Su Shijun back, while it lets go of the suppression and does its best to break through the defense line built by the teaching assistants, capture the hostages, and put them to death.

As for the threat of the collapse of the sandbox world, they have long been forgotten.

Anyway, the collapse of space is death, and being beaten by Councilor Su after suppressing the power is also death, waiting for death, let's die together.

It must be admitted that these guys who have the courage to fish in troubled waters under the nose of First University are very outstanding in terms of courage and knowledge. Even if these four guys are just the prosthetic bodies of some people, the abilities they show are impressive.

Compared to the bull's head, its three companions moved very little, but their movements were not ambiguous in the slightest.

The moment he got the signal from his companion, the three figures, including the beautiful snake and the turtle's back, silently pounced on Su Shijun, and the wind carried the snow, rolling half of the forest into a storm. The originally unusually striking red haze was overwhelmed by the sweeping blizzard in the blink of an eye.

Vaguely, the young public scholarship student could see the tail of a snake as big as a mountain tumbling in the storm, the back of a turtle as heavy as Mount Tai falling from the sky, and the golden light that bloomed everywhere, like a sharp sword, stabbed this space to pieces, as if it would turn into a puff of fragments in the next second.

Only the red coat was buried in the deepest part of the storm, and no trace was shown from beginning to end.

Just as the public scholarship students were worried there, they suddenly heard a thunderclap from the roaring wind and snow. And with that, there was a clear mantra:

"Kanhan!"

The clear incantation was mixed with thunder, piercing through the oppression, resounding throughout the forest.

The mutant treemen who had been smashing around with large wooden sticks suddenly dropped their sticks under this spell and began to tremble as they lay on their stomachs in the snow. And the prosthetic bodies such as the beautiful snake who resisted this spell head-on were even more unbearable, and they were already paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move.

The bad part is that the spell seems to be an area-of-effect attack magic that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe.

The defensive formation, which the teaching assistants had been struggling with, collapsed under this spell, and many of the teaching assistants, including Thomas, vomited blood and knelt in the snow with pale faces.

Zheng Qing understood their pain very well.

For he also felt the power of the incantation—as if a faint man had walked over the mountains at night, and suddenly a white-fronted tiger burst out of the darkness and roared at him.

Zheng Qing felt that peeing his pants without being frightened on the spot was already a sign of very coarse nerves.

“...... That's too bad, isn't it? The young student bowed his head, knelt on the ground, pressed his chest, and gasped for air. Because of the intense palpitations caused by the spell, for a moment, he felt completely out of breath, cold sweat on his forehead was bubbling outward, and at the same time he felt a strong urge to go to the toilet.

Of course, these negative effects come and go quickly. After just squatting down for a few seconds, Zheng Qing felt the heat start to emerge from his body again, and gradually regained control of his body.

"Why didn't she use the Thunder Charm to clean up those guys. Zheng Qing took a breath and stared at the ground, a small snowflake turned into ice crystals under the action of his breath.

"Because this sandbox can't afford the more powerful Thunder Spell. Xiao Xiao was a little unimpressed by the complaints of the young public-funded students: "Actually, I think Goddess Su has done a very good job...... Choosing a spell that shocks the mind instead of being super destructive will allow you to defeat your opponent to the greatest extent possible while maintaining spatial stability. If I were me, I couldn't think of a better ......."

The doctor's explanation came to an abrupt end here.

Zheng Qing didn't pursue whether the doctor was trying to say 'a better spell' or a 'better choice', or a 'better balance'. Because he knew why the doctor was shutting up.

Bull head.

The grumpy bull head with the same eye color as Zheng Qingyou.

Panting and red-eyed, they stood in front of the two young wizards.

Zheng Qing raised his head and saw such a terrifying scene - wisps of white saliva hung from the corners of the bull's mouth, and hot steam was bubbling up and down his body, with a hideous expression. Behind it, more than a dozen teaching assistants were lying in the snow, unconscious, and they could vaguely see patches of red blooming in the snow.

Zheng Qing slowly inhaled the cold air in the air.

Instead of standing up, he quietly moved his hand behind his buttocks.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have used that talisman gun. To Zheng Qing's surprise, the bull's attitude was quite lenient, but its hideous expression and the words in its mouth wiped out the bit of wideness: "In case you accidentally pull the trigger, I may accidentally pinch the head of a guy at hand." ”

Zheng Qing swallowed his saliva and immediately moved his hands in front of him, signaling that he would not act rashly.

Then the bull head turned his head and glanced at Su Shijun's location. Zheng Qing followed its gaze and saw that the red man was standing dozens of meters away, dragging the tip of the tail of the beautiful snake in his hand, and looked cautiously at the bull's head.

"I allow you to leave. Su Shijun said softly.

The implication of her words was naturally to let the young wizard around her go.

A strange smile erupted on the bull's face.

"You let us go...... But where can we go?" it said, raising its hand, grabbing one of its horns and squeezing it hard. In Zheng Qing's stunned, the bull head pulled off its horns.

Then it shoved the tip of the horn into its mouth and rattled it.

"Phew!"

It spat out the slag of the horn in its mouth, and lifted the horn, which was still covered with broken fur and blood, into the moonlight, and looked at it.

"What a beautiful horn," he admired, and thrust the horn into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard:

"Woo......"

"Woo woo........."

"Woo......"

One short and two long, three sound cycles.

The bull head seemed to have forgotten Su Shijun's imminent threat, and blew the bullhorn with all his attention.

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