Mr. Death in the Steam World

Chapter 151 Enemy attack——!

The images flowed rapidly like ripples on water, and in the blink of an eye, the recording on the external projection had reached the twenty-fifth day.

Since becoming number one, Moen has not faced any significant challenges, and has instead widened the gap between himself and second place.

Without a doubt, Mohn was the biggest winner of this magic show.

"It's over," a female professor said softly. "If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be in first place."

"No surprises?" The other lecturer raised an eyebrow. "What other surprises could there be?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dome of the auditorium suddenly darkened.

Professor Agnes looked up abruptly.

Above the dome, the eternally unchanging purple moon sky is being torn apart.

A pitch-black crack appeared from the very center of the sky.

"That is..."

Before the professor could finish speaking, figures began to emerge from the crack.

One, four, sixteen, thirty-two...

Black-robed figures surged out of the crack like a tide, forming ranks in the air.

Their robes were embroidered with silver runes that gleamed coldly in the darkness.

That is the symbol of the Truth Society.

Professor Agnes suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Enemy attack"

In the sky, a figure slowly emerged from the deepest part of the crack.

It was a being completely shrouded in a black robe, with even its face hidden in the shadow of the hood, only a few strands of gray hair could be vaguely seen through the edge of the hood.

He wasn't tall, and was even somewhat hunched over, but the moment he appeared, the temperature in the entire auditorium dropped by more than ten degrees.

"You are the vice president of the Truth Society—"

Behind the man in the black robe, a thin man wearing glasses slowly walked out.

It was the observer who had fought against Moen.

Without saying a word, the vice president raised his hand and pointed it at the "Akasha Records" in the center of the auditorium.

Stop him.

Professor Agnes's voice boomed through the Great Hall, and magic erupted from his body, transforming into a beam of light that shot straight up to the dome.

The other professors were quick to react as well.

Several instructors acted simultaneously, their various spells weaving together into an impenetrable net that enveloped the black-robed figure in the sky.

The vice president didn't even glance at them; with a flick of his finger, a jet-black magic spell shot out from his fingertip.

Silently and easily, it passed through the defenses woven by the professors and disappeared into the Akashic Records.

In an instant, the recorded projection went out, and the crystal began to vibrate violently.

The originally gentle light turned into a blinding blood red.

"No-

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The Akashic Records have gone out of control.

A crimson light burst forth from the crystal, spreading in all directions like a flood bursting its banks.

Wherever the light passed, the air began to distort and the ground began to tremble.

One by one, the students who were lying on the deck chairs on both sides of the stage floated up.

Their bodies became transparent the moment they came into contact with the blood-red light, disappearing silently into it.

Fils was sitting in a corner of the audience, and before she could react, the light instantly engulfed her.

"Phils"

Cecilia's screams echoed through the Great Hall.

She lunged at nothing, her fingers grasping only air.

She turned her head sharply and looked at the crystal on the stage that was vibrating wildly; her eyes instantly reddened.

"No----"

She stood up and rushed towards the stage.

She had only taken two steps when a hand reached out from the side and gripped her wrist tightly.

"calm."

Cecilia turned her head sharply and saw the principal's face shrouded in mist.

"My sister's been sucked in!" Her voice was hoarse. "Let me go—"

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"You can't save her even if you go in," the principal said calmly. "And..."

She raised her other hand and pointed to the dark crack in the sky.

"We still have guests to attend to."

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At the edge of the crack, the vice president withdrew his finger. The observer stood beside him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"withdraw."

He turned around, his black robes fluttering in the surging magic, and took a step forward, walking towards the crack.

The black-robed members of the Truth Society stopped what they were doing and followed the vice president toward the crack.

Their movements were synchronized and well-trained. Even during their retreat, they maintained their defensive formation, with several barriers unfolding behind them to block the professors' pursuit spells.

Professor Agnes stood at the edge of the stage, his face contorted with rage.

"Trying to leave?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an extreme amount of suppressed anger.

The cane slammed heavily on the ground.

A ring of silvery-white ripples spread outwards from the point of impact, cracking the ground and sending pebbles flying wherever it passed.

The ripples crashed into the dark purple barrier behind the Truth Society's ranks, producing a dull thud.

"Stop them—"

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Several professors acted simultaneously. The female professor crossed her arms in front of her and used her magic to create six chains that shot towards the Truth Society's group.

The chains whistled sharply through the air, wrapping around the ankles of the last few people.

The black-robed men screamed, and several professors seized the opportunity to pounce on them, binding them tightly with ropes formed from magical energy.

But even more people have already poured into the cracks.

The space at the edge of the crack began to distort, and light poured out from the depths of the crack, like a giant eye closing.

Those black-robed figures who had not yet entered the crevice screamed in terror and desperately pushed their way towards it, some even shoving their companions in front of them.

Don't squeeze!

'

"Let me in!"

"Vice President," the Vice President ignored him. He had already walked to the deepest part of the rift, his figure becoming blurry and distorted, with the observer following closely behind him.

The life and death of those members were probably just a string of numbers that they could discard at any time.

Just then, a bird's cry rang out.

The sound was clear and resonant, like an invisible blade slicing through the noisy battlefield.

Everyone froze in that instant.

A figure appeared on the dome of the auditorium at some unknown time.

A long black robe, a bird-beak mask, and a thin, wiry figure.

Mr. Birdbeak.

He stood on the highest beam of the dome, looking down at the chaotic battlefield below, his eyes behind the mask revealing no emotion.

"My St. Alice Magic Academy is not a place where you can come and go as you please!"

"Since we're here, we can't leave nothing behind."

He raised his right hand, his slender fingers emerging from his sleeve, and made a light stroke in the air.

The crack shattered with a deafening roar.

Those black-robed figures who had not yet entered the rift were swept up by the shattered spatial fragments. Their bodies twisted and blurred the moment they came into contact with the fragments, emitting shrill screams.

Not to mention those who have already fully entered the crack.

The vice president's steps finally came to a complete stop.

He slowly turned around, and in the shadows beneath his hood, a pair of cloudy eyes stared intently at the gaunt figure on the dome.

You've crossed the line.

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"Crossing the line?" Mr. Birdbeak tilted his head, his beak casting a long shadow under the light. "This is the territory of the Boundless Library. No, it should be said that the entire St. Alice Magic Academy is under the jurisdiction of the Boundless Library."

He paused, his tone becoming meaningful.

"You're running wild on my turf, and you still say I've crossed the line?"

"If you have a problem with your brain, why don't you cut it off and let me take a look?"

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