magic high school

Chapter 141 Divine Blood Abomination

Meanwhile, deep within the world.

Corpses and monster fragments littered the land, turning the area a deep crimson and rotting color.

However, these things, which had already turned into fragments, began to slowly wriggle and gather. Gradually, these fragments actually pieced themselves together again into a twisted, Frankenstein-like abomination.

Not only it, but also around it, one after another equally twisted and bizarre stitched monsters "grew" out of the earth.

They roared to the sky, seemingly searching for an enemy.

"Divine Blood Abomination, a calamity-level monster said to have been born from the contamination of divine blood, almost achieving eternal immortality. Our predecessors conducted experiments, throwing it into a neutron star with temperatures of hundreds of billions of degrees—" The data clerk in the adjutant's squad, covered in blood but still operating the terminal in the void, explained.

"Then, after burning for decades, that abomination of divine blood crawled out of it—"

Everyone fell silent; they couldn't fathom why such an unscientific and unmagical creature could exist.

Neutron stars are the hottest celestial bodies discovered in the universe, representing the highest theoretical temperature limit in the universe. Even so, can't they kill these things?

It's important to know that the surface temperature of a neutron star exceeds ten billion degrees Celsius, making it one of the most extreme environments in the universe. A place that can tear even stars apart cannot kill a lump of flesh contaminated by divine blood.

"But why have we never heard of this monster before?" the adjutant asked.

"Because our ancestors shed the blood of an entire generation, sealing it completely within the subspace. Just as we in peacetime can never imagine how cruel wartime truly is."

The others fell silent. Despite the brief exchange, they realized how troublesome and terrifying these monsters were—immortal, regenerating from a drop of blood. Even if crushed into dust, burned, or pulverized by radiation, they could regenerate; a twisted mass of flesh could even gradually coalesce into a new, twisted, stitched-together entity.

Their structure is completely illogical, and their abilities are utterly incomprehensible.

Even after they are killed, the earth soaked in their blood will sprout these things directly from the ground, like mushrooms.

Realizing that they would all perish sooner or later if things continued this way, they immediately thought of a way to delay their resurrection, which was to use a delaying spell to postpone their resurrection as much as possible.

If this were a game, this thing would be a completely nonsensical dung monster, and the smelliest one at that.

But it was precisely because this thing actually appeared before them that they truly felt that trembling and fear—

This is the power of God—

Even divine blood and monstrous substances, which may only be tainted with a trace, or even a negligible, divine aura, can cause such terrifying and distorted consequences.

How did our ancestors seal this thing in the subspace?

They can't imagine it.

Now, someone wants to completely free the monster that their ancestors had struggled to control. His research into divine power, perhaps even joining the Church of Order and rising to the rank of Cardinal, was all merely a means to steal the Church of Order's research on God.

Even if the school is unwilling to admit it, in terms of the study of God alone, the Church of Order can be said to be absolutely number one.

Because they are the mortals closest to God, they are said to possess the true inheritance of the God of Order and objects influenced by the divinity of order.

Perhaps this is why the cardinal joined the Church of Order. He wanted to study God, and his primary target was the God of Order.

It is likely that only after their scheme was exposed did they begin to study other ancient gods and uncover this phenomenon—

This wretched creature!

Thinking about this, the adjutant even felt fortunate.

They used to think that the potions that inexplicably circulated on campus were experiments by some conspirators, but now it seems that those potions may have been weakened countless times to take care of human physiques.

The original version of the potion might not have been contaminated with memes, but rather turned into a monstrous creature like these things on the spot.

He also understood why his junior classmate had lost contact with him in this world and had died completely.

The things here are not something their level can investigate. Since it involves divine blood and cardinals, they should be even more wary. However, they didn't expect that the world consciousness seemed to be on their side, which almost led to their downfall.

Fortunately, they were well-prepared and strong enough to numerically overwhelm those ordinary divine blood monsters. They were among the strongest dispatched teams in the entire academy, thus escaping this calamity.

"That traitor, he's researching divine blood, the blood of the true god, what exactly does he want to do?" someone asked.

"Perhaps he wants to become a god?" someone scoffed.

Then, the air fell silent; no one spoke.

Although they didn't want to admit it, if that person truly thought that way, they might not be facing a former cardinal of the Church of Order, but something that had completely absorbed divine blood into its body—

Will we be able to get out of here alive?

This is a worry they've always had, but one they've never dared to think about in detail.

Suddenly, however, all of them felt a chill run down their spines; it was a sense of danger that arose after their strength reached a certain level.

The next moment, the adjutant roared without hesitation.

"Immovable Heavenly Pivot!"

The massive barrier enveloped everyone in an instant. The next moment, a devastating attack slammed into the barrier, making it teeter on the brink of collapse. However, it did not completely shatter the barrier, but rather riddled it with holes.

"Juno!" shouted one of the women in the group.

The adjutant was covered in blood, as if every capillary in his body had ruptured, but he still forced himself to activate his Noble Phantasm.

Immovable Heavenly Pivot—this is his original Noble Phantasm, capable of creating a near-absolute defensive barrier. Within this barrier, all harm from the Immovable Heavenly Pivot is blocked, which is why they were able to successfully resist the divine blood abomination and thus reach this point.

However, now, this attack seems to have exceeded the limits of the Immovable Heavenly Pivot, thus causing damage to him.

"That's pretty good. It seems that your place occasionally produces a few gems."

Amidst the shattered sky, a figure stood suspended in mid-air. He wore a magnificent red robe, the attire reserved for cardinals of the Church of Order, the most powerful figures in the Church after the Pope.

What silenced the adjutant's squad even more was the sight of two wings unfurling behind the cardinal. One half was an angelic, holy wing, while the other half was a twisted, blood-stained crimson wing.

In fact, his true form seemed to be an elf, with pointed ears and a condescending, compassionate posture that made him appear like a holy yet fallen angel.

"What kind of monster are you now?!" the communications officer roared hysterically.

However, in the shadows, he silently made a gesture.

That was their communication gesture, a way to stall for time.

"Monsters? —" He looked at the "children" in front of him. To him, these people were all children, but he didn't blame them.

"Have you ever considered why, even those who reach the pinnacle of psychic power cannot break through the 15,000 God-Suns, or 300 years of lifespan?" he spoke slowly and compassionately. "And even for immortal beings, even dragons, the limit is only three times that of humans. Our lifespan seems to be completely locked in by something. Have you never considered this?"

He slowly opened his mouth, stretching out his hands, and his pure white and blood-stained wings unfolded. At that moment, the others seemed to hear church bells and hymns that seemed to invade their minds.

"What are you talking about?" the adjutant forced to speak. "Haven't things always been like this?"

The person on the other end seemed taken aback for a moment, then sighed: "As expected, mediocre people will never understand. That's why I hate you damned bunch. You never consider the truth, and is that what you do right?"

"But I won't blame you. I will still protect you damned bastards, I will grant you eternal life, the power to live forever!" He seemed to be smiling as he slowly stretched out his hand.

The adjutant was covered in blood, but his eyes remained fixed on the "elf angel" ahead. Suddenly, the communicator in his hand flickered—an external signal penetrating the world's consciousness.

"Support has arrived—" They all realized this immediately, but none of them spoke. Instead, they decided to have a good chat with this seemingly mentally unstable angel about life in order to buy time.

These kinds of crazy people love chatting with others. They're so familiar with this situation that if you make a gesture that suggests you want to debate with them, or even if you look thoughtful and contemplative about life, they'll stop and try to explain things to you, even attempting to persuade you and forcefully instill their own set of theories and values ​​into you.

As for why he went crazy, why he had such insane thoughts?

If they could understand this, they wouldn't be living so happily, nor would they be thinking about these meaningless nihilistic propositions day after day like lunatics.

However, at this moment, the angel was also slightly stunned, and he slowly looked up at the sky.

His voice suddenly softened, as if he were speaking to an elder: "Father, it seems some small insects have come in."

At this moment, the hairs on the faces of everyone in the adjutant's squad stood on end.

Is he having a dialogue with the world consciousness?

He called the world consciousness — Father!

"Buzz!" Abaddon increased the intensity of his domain once again, colliding with the world's consciousness.

This guy is truly unreliable when he's not, but he's incredibly reliable when it's time to lend a hand!

The giant eye above that domain began to slowly ooze blood, showing that the hanging man had become ruthless.

Li Ge glanced at her options and quickly selected the carousel.

The concept of being "love-struck" is too abstract; he can't predict what abstract things he might do if he were to become love-struck. It would be bad if he shouted something like, "Resurrect, my love!"

No matter what, the "carousel" skill is still a strong crowd control skill.

The problem now is, how do we launch an attack on the world's consciousness to trigger the revolving lantern effect?