Li Oz was preparing with both hands, and the waning moon in the atmospheric elemental half-plane frowned.

"It's been so long, hasn't this guy Leoz moved?"

He didn't think that Leoz would die so easily, but with his ability, he couldn't jump out across dimensions, and he couldn't make observations to see if space-time recovered.

Unlike Li Aozi thought, Wanyue could naturally continue to stay like this, until the other party was seriously injured and died.

Not every dimensional jump he could be so lucky enough to jump to such a safe half-plane, and before the Kappa level, there was a high risk of any dimensional transfer and dimensional jump.

If you enter a half-plane that is about to be destroyed, it will really be a corpse with no bones left.

If it weren't for the reverberation caused by the other party's gravitational waves, he wouldn't have used this trick.

However, his son was still outside, in that tower, and now he was also affected by the freeze of time and space, and he couldn't leave.

If Leoz had noticed this and acted on it......

As far as Wanyue is concerned, he doesn't really have any options, he has to go out no matter what.

Wanyue waited silently for a moment, stopping her interdimensional attack.

"Wait another five minutes...... Leoz shouldn't have been able to discover the truth about the portal. ”

He couldn't figure out how much energy Leoz had in store, and he was also a Zeta-level Sequence Arcane holder, which greatly affected his judgment.

Wait a minute, if you're lucky, Leoz is probably finished.

The plan and tactics were very stable, but the waning moon did not realize that the previous failure of the colonization was not a purely internal factor.

Literary works often refer to fate as silk threads, which are intertwined or connected or knotted, so that there is a world of contact and communication between people.

While the waning moon was waiting, the silk threads that he and Leoz intertwined had already vibrate, and this vibration affected the other fates that were intertwined with him, some were calm and unwavering, and some were too far away for energy to reach.

Disasters accumulate and are looking for those affected.

It has tried to interfere with the operation of the Arcanes, but its meager power has not been able to touch the higher Moon.

So it retreated, and started from its body, making the wind noisy, trying to interfere with and sabotage the plans of the waning moon, but the waning moon was determined and clear-minded, and was not affected by the outside world in the slightest.

It constantly exerts the power of calamity, causing the waning moon to give a toothache, slip under his feet, make his luck worse, and destroy his image in the eyes of the Storm Djinn - but the waning moon does not move.

The scourge felt tricky, it was clear that the waning moon was an existence far beyond it and the holder of authority, but Li Oz's orders still kept it going, a steady stream of energy infusion, allowing the scourge to radiate its power to all levels, it continued to accumulate disasters, and finally found a way to solve the problem.

Its energy extends outwards like tentacles, exerting a negative influence on the real world.

Dry air will make people impetuous, and impetuous will make people more anxious, distracted, sensitive and vulnerable.

The power of Li Oz continued to pour in, accumulating more disasters for it. Its tentacles flicked slightly, extending to the low-earth orbit of the White Candle Star hundreds of thousands of meters above the ground, penetrating deep into it, silently interfering with the occurrence of fate.

The Lone Flower Fortress, the auditorium where the training class is located.

The Minister of Education, Balcomun, wore flat glasses and continued to teach seriously:

“…… In your education work, you need to be aware of the limits of your ability, don't be a salesman who only sees effective performance, you are training future soldiers, workshop skilled workers, scholars and business managers, and communicate more with students. Secondly, I want to say that there are academic bureaucratic problems in some colleges and universities, and there has been more than one vicious incident of workshop owners stealing students' research works this year, in our civilization, this kind of thing is unforgivable, and the people involved have been seriously dealt with, and then it has been found that the next three generations of immediate family members, all educational institutions of White Candle Star will not be hired, I hope everyone will take this as a warning and do not have similar problems again. ”

This kind of official language is really sleepy, even for the extraordinary.

After a day of training, the educators in the audience were already very tired, although they were all transcendental, but no one could withstand the intimidation of a super strong man of the Kappa level, and they listened to the content in fear throughout the whole process, and they had to be nervous all the time, bearing the curse of the abyss on Balcomon's body.

That kind of distorted aura from the lower level of the abyss will only make people feel physiological discomfort, even the strong of the Omega level cannot avoid vulgarity, and staying in this environment for a while will make people go crazy.

"I don't think it's too early, in that case, let's stop here for today - let's sort it out, go back and think about it, and dismiss the meeting."

Balcomon took off his glasses, looked at the crowd in the audience as if they had been pardoned, and sighed.

He didn't really like this kind of thought check, but now the situation forced him to do it.

After suffering heavy losses on the battlefield, the Night Butterfly began to infiltrate from other aspects, especially from the aspect of religious beliefs, using some small favors to win people's hearts, and then gathering many times to let you participate in various activities, and finally under the influence of the crowd, it is easy to waver in your thoughts.

This kind of thing is not tolerated by the Supreme Council of the Crystal Tower.

In addition to this incident, there is also the guy Leoz, after entering the school, he saw that he had regressed for a long time, and his credits were all negative, and he was still doubting his test scores, but in less than a month, he earned his credits back.

This strange phenomenon makes him a person who has been under the star abyss scratch his head, and it can only be attributed to his personal expertise, and he will pay more attention in the future to see what is going on.

"I've been worrying a lot lately, and I'm still asking for someone from the front, what do the adults above think? Even the current students of the White Candle Star are not spared, is the next step to recruit soldiers from mortals? ”

Somehow, he was particularly upset and bad-tempered today, and he had just scolded some of the derelict professors and scholars on the podium—it stands to reason that he, as a strong man of the Kappa Rank, should not be like this.

Balcomon was slightly puzzled.

In areas beyond his sight, the scourge is constantly at work.

Look out the window, look at the planet, and soothe your mood. ’

Suddenly, the thought came to Balcomon.

Indeed, he hadn't landed on the ground for a long time, and the fragile environment of the White Candle Star couldn't support his powerful body at all, and the whole planet was extremely afraid of himself, and if he was not careful, maybe he would accidentally destroy the entire planet.

For the White Candle Star, he is the most terrible disaster.

Gradually, the scourge takes effect and leads to the catastrophe.

Take a look, look at the planet, and you're bound to find something unusual.

Balcomon slowly got up.

That's it, hurry up, go and see, just turn your head, take a few steps forward, and your attention falls outside the panoramic skylight.

Balcomon turned his head to look at the auditorium window.

"I wonder what the planet is like now?"

The power of the calamity is accumulating more and more, like a stream converging, gushing into rivers, seas and lakes, and the scourge is about to show its hideous and terrible fangs—

Syllable.

A stack of papers fell on Balcomon's desk, and the secretary said regretfully:

"I'm sorry minister, this is a much-needed document from the Ministry of Commerce, and I ask you to deal with it quickly."

The scourge was like a deflated balloon all of a sudden, and the strength of the whole body hit the air. The pool of calamity is piling up and overflowing.

Balcomon sat back down and began reviewing the documents again, only to be heard by the dean of the School of Magical Applications, Lady Nastiza.

She packed up her belongings and asked her close colleague:

"Ye Wangnan, it's been a day, go to the corridor?"

The tentacles of the scourge are stirring again.

(End of chapter)