Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"The hunting activity triggered a horde of dead animals..."

"And then there was a cross-dressing lich who would splatter blood and flesh at a blind date party..."

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, the reins of Andrei are in your hands. Make sure Andrei's first official event is a success."

I have always been inclined to speculate about the lich Andrei with malice, but I never expected that the lich Andrei would go to such lengths to cause trouble.

Lyle sighed.

The reporter continued from the side.

"The Dean is paying special attention to this Hellfire Invitational Tournament because it concerns Andrei's reputation! Although we may lack in character, integrity, and social skills, we must demonstrate our strength. What's the difference between a lich without power and a skeleton grunt!"

They compromised and came over.

"The Hellfire Exhibition Match, in essence, is a speed race using modified spinal wheels. The strength of the demons should not be underestimated. For the glory of the academy, we have been working tirelessly to create the strongest vehicle to counter this competition—the culmination of the Necromancer's Figurine Club's technological prowess..."

Lyle thought of that enormous spinal wheel, the grotesque creation carrying the claws of Vilimro.

"That enormous spinal wheel was prepared for this race, and you lied to me and said it was a gift for me? To thank me?"

Shining hung his head back on his spine.

“Boss, we had no choice. Do you remember? The flesh and blood on it is your special talent. Only you can drive the war machine we painstakingly built.”

"You are the only choice!"

Because I'm the only one chosen, I'm going to go drift in the Hell Bone Car! Don't even think about it! It's too dangerous!

"I'm going to compete with the demons! What are demons? Battle maniacs! Do you want to see me torn to pieces in front of everyone?!"

"Yes." That was the thought in their eyes for a fleeting moment.

These guys immediately shook their heads after they realized what was happening.

The literary society first shared intelligence about the enemy: "Indeed, the participants in the Hellfire Showdown are all the best among the young demons, but you are only racing. What does that have to do with muscle strength? I have investigated, and their spinal wheels are just modified versions that you made for sale. The Plague Doctor's spinal wheels are specially made, and their performance far surpasses theirs."

The three members of the Necromancer Figure Company immediately nodded.

“Boss, there’s actually another hidden ability within the spinal wheel. When we were studying the contaminated flesh, we discovered the soul power within it, and used this soul power to construct a mechanized soul, a thinking unit that can assist in controlling the spinal wheel according to instructions.”

Like a computer system? Artificial AI? But how did Shining and the others manage to do that, when they had only just begun to explore the study of the soul?

The glowing virtual polygon in Mr. Delusional's head flickered a few times.

“I participated in part of it. I created a mechanized network, a new set of flesh and blood neural circuits. Although there are some problems, it probably won’t affect its use.” Mr. Delusional’s cold and calm tone quickly convinced Lyle.

"Is this Spinal Wheel really... powerful?"

The members of the Necromancer Figurine Club realized that Lyle was about to give in and nodded frantically, "Absolutely reliable, boss! With this creation, your race against the demons will be like Raymond slaughtering the Literature Club!"

The reporter turned his head and gave a warning.

"Please note that the relevant personnel are still present. Please consider our feelings."

"Excuse me, Mr. Reporter."

"It should be changed to Mr. Raymond beating up the Dark Boss."

"Mr. Darkness...it's really not easy."

Lyle found himself gradually settling down, perhaps realizing he had a great chance of winning, or perhaps he had become numb inside.

This time, perhaps I really should go into battle.

As the sole participant, possessing superior equipment compared to the demons, and being the creator of the Spinal Wheel, he should theoretically have a better understanding of how to manipulate his creation. Moreover, it seems that Shining and his group have also installed a neural network on the Spinal Wheel to assist in its debugging.

A sophisticated and sensitive command transmission network has always been a challenge for the vast creations of necromancy, as necromancers lack the ability to precisely manipulate excessive amounts of flesh and blood. In orthodox necromancy, necromancers establish sub-level transmission systems through individual soul stones.

And now, it seems that Shining and the others have done so through Nia's contaminated flesh and blood and Mr. Paranoia's unique transmission system.

This is a surprise.

Lyle felt ready to fight for Andre's honor.

Lyle felt he should stand up for her.

A loud shout interrupted Lyle's thoughts.

"What! You actually want my Pure One to go to hell!" Raymond exclaimed, his expression agitated upon hearing Bigbie's explanation.

"I won't agree!"

Lyle felt that it was fine to just stay put.

Chapter 389 There's a Plan

“I won’t allow it!” Mr. Raymond stood up. The guards sitting next to him silently prepared their weapons or spells. The atmosphere instantly became tense, and the previously lively Andrei stands suddenly quieted down considerably.

Just as Raymond was about to suppress the heroes, the warriors stepped forward.

The reporter, the gentleman, and the members of the Fantasy Literature Club stood up.

"Calm down, Mr. Raymond!"

Mr. Delusional's voice was powerful and resounding.

"Why are you stopping the Plague Doctor from participating! Do you look down on the abilities of the Son of Light, the Pure One?!"

"I didn't..."

"You are! Deep down you still worry about the safety of the Pure Ones! That's your distrust of the Plague Doctor!" Mr. Delusional interrupted Raymond directly. Just as Raymond felt this guy was incredibly annoying and was about to attack, Mr. Delusional turned to the side, and Raymond and Lyle looked at each other. "Look into the Plague Doctor's eyes! Look into this reopened window to the soul! Tell me! Mr. Raymond! What do you see! A cowardly man who fears death, or a devout believer willing to fight evil for the Holy Light!"

Lyle remained silent in this atmosphere. However, he was making winks and gestures, conveying his meaning to Mr. Raymond.

I don't want to go to hell. The intensity of the tone and the urgency of the emotion far exceeded the scope of mere expression.

Raymond, I understand.

The Crusader leader bowed.

"Dr. Epidemic Prevention, I'm sorry for my distrust of you."

“Mr. Raymond…”

"I see it! A pure soul, the soul of a warrior willing to endure suffering and punish evil! Though you are weak, you have made up your mind, and I cannot hinder your resolve. Go, pure one, and show those cunning demons the power of justice!"

Mr. Raymond, what do you see in my eyes? Your own fantasy, or your own reflection?

Andrei's crisis was over, and Mr. Raymond sat down again. Moved by Lyle's resolve that "if I don't go to hell, who will?", he made a golden thumb gesture in the air with holy light.

Lyle's crisis seems unstoppable.

He had a bad feeling; the guy next to him seemed to have come prepared.

Mr. Raymond agreed to Lyle's participation.

However, Raymond was not the only elder in the academy who cared about Lyle.

"What's going on? Didn't Lyle apply for this Hellfire Invitational Tournament himself?" Mr. Dragon stood up. "Forcing my student to engage in dangerous activities..."

"I won't agree!"

The same scene, the same words, could it be that what follows... will also be the same...?

Shining, adaptable, and manipulative stood up.

The three of them pushed and shoved through the crowd, managing to squeeze themselves next to Mr. Dragon.

What are you all doing here?

His adaptable eyes held a strange gleam as he raised his hand to cover his lips, speaking furtively.

"Teacher Dragon, stop pretending. Isn't this the situation you wanted to see?"

"What I want to see? The safety of the students is the responsibility of the instructors. Get out of my way, I'm going to ask the epidemic prevention doctor to cancel the exhibition match."

As he spoke, Mr. Dragon prepared to leave his seat.

Shiny tilted her head with a grin.

"Dragon Master, is this really a good idea? This is a golden opportunity for our Spirit Summoning School to regain its former glory. Are you really planning to disrupt this situation?"

"what?"

He reached out and pulled the standing dragon back into its seat.

"Let me analyze the situation for you, teacher."

"All the joint activities of other clubs have failed. The current event is being held by our Necromancer Figurine Club in conjunction with the Demon Clan. What kind of organization is our Necromancer Figurine Club? It's the New Era Spirituality Research and Development Society. What does that mean? We are the face of Andrei Lich Spirituality!"

"You see, now that we, the Spirit Spells, have the Plague Doctor's flesh and blood disguise, we have finally gained an important place in the hearts of the Andrei Lich. Next, through this invitational tournament, the Spirit Spells will gain an even higher status among the other races in the Wandering City."

"If necromancy were to flourish among all races, Dragon Master, would you be happy?"

"Happiness." Under the dragon's flexible and persuasive guidance, that scene was constructed in its mind.

"If your best student proves himself in a high-profile event, are you happy?"

"Happy." The dragon almost cried with joy at the thought of Lyle becoming a professor of necromancy in the future, teaching alongside him.

Shining raised her hands.

"Teacher, look..."

Shining raised his left hand, “The joy of consecration flourishing among all races.”

Shanliang raised his right hand, "It brings you joy that your outstanding student has brought you honor."

"What happens when these two kinds of pleasure are combined... *smack*!"

Shining outstretched his hands, he showed Lyle's location to the dragon.

"The supernova of necromancy, Mr. Plague Doctor, participated in the Hellfire Invitational Tournament and crushed the demons, slaughtering them in Hell. Glory belongs to Andrei's necromancy! Glory belongs to the great mentor, Mr. Dragon!"

Mr. Dragon stared blankly in the direction Lyle was, his heart stirred.

"Um... the safety of the plague doctor can be guaranteed, right?"

"Of course, Dragon Mentor, Plague Doctor is the strongest among us freshmen."

"This is just an invitational tournament, and the Demon Clan has only sent their new generation."

After I muttered my name, the atmosphere in the arena never cooled down. Lyle saw the staff coming up the keratinized steps; as expected, they were all there to inform me, the special guest.