Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Is this auxiliary spirit so ferocious?

Cheers had already erupted in the Black Abyss Arena.

The liches at Andre Academy were also applauding.

Mr. Raymond slapped the chair in front of him, shattering it and sending the unfortunate lich to the ground.

"Well done! As expected of the Pure Ones, kill these demons!"

All the mentors nodded with satisfaction upon seeing the outstanding performance of the excellent student.

As for the Chaos Eight...

He held the remote control in his hand, revealing a smile that said, "It's nothing special."

That kind of joy is like the joy of unleashing a hidden special move in an arcade game and taking down the enemy in one go.

The entire arena was cheering for the brilliant maneuver, though they were unaware of it.

"Give it to me! Give it to me! I'm next!!!"

Chapter 393 Miracle? A miracle.

After many forced experiences, Lyle discovered the problem with the so-called "auxiliary soul," which, as Mr. Delusional had said, was unreliable. Sometimes his spinal wheel could move as nimbly as a fish in water under the combined attacks of three demons, while other times... it was a living nightmare.

Black Abyss Arena.

Andrei's lich's fleshy eyes were fixed on the big screen until the white bone wheel completed its drift, scraping the edge of the lava pool. Only then did they feel their hearts pound again, and the entire arena erupted in even more frenzied cheers.

Clearly, the minor accident was seen by everyone as a dangerous display of skill. Only a few of Lyle's seniors and mentors pondered the matter, but due to insufficient evidence, they chose to remain silent.

The eight people who downgraded Hellfire Race to the game still had trembling hands holding the remote control.

The gentleman breathed a sigh of relief and handed the remote control to the operator.

"A game is another life. Only now do I truly understand." The gentleman smoothed the bristling hairs on his disguised flesh and looked at the man with a strange gaze. "Reporter, you almost ended my game life, both the game and my life."

Among the seven players, those with the highest skill levels in manipulation, inspiration, and delusion occupy the top tier of the hierarchy.

Next, there are the average players, including the gentlemen. They don't have many flashy moves, but they can hold out until their more skilled teammates take over when things get tough.

Finally, there is that god-like being.

Mr. Reporter, you create your own challenges. I am not the challenger of difficulty; I am the difficulty itself.

Recalling the reporter's first experience holding the console, everyone couldn't help but tremble.

What did the reporter do?

The Spinal Wheel slammed into the ground, sliding without slowing down as it hurtled straight towards the lava pool beside it. The whole process was so smooth that even the most delusional person nearby almost didn't have time to react.

"The Plague Doctor, the Son of Holy Light, committed suicide by throwing lava from Hell? Do you know what will happen if such a headline appears in the Andre News? My friend, reporter. You're not playing a game, you're playing with our lives." The gentleman looked at the three shining figures with a serious expression. "I think that from now on, anyone in Andre who wants to drive the Spine Wheel must take a test and get a license. Please, so that our flesh disguises don't become 'daily' items."

The three members of the Necromancer Figure Company didn't refute this. They were also reflecting on why they hadn't included corresponding regulations when releasing the Spine Wheel. They found the reason: they thought the operation was too simple. Manipulating creations with magic was almost an instinct for liches; even if they weren't necromancers, liches possessed the talent to manipulate puppets.

This should have been a very simple matter, until a reporter showed up and almost killed everyone on the first occasion.

"I will. I will apply to the Executive Committee to add this clause to the Andree speed limit law."

The gentleman nodded, glancing past the slumped-over fool, and looked at his other close friend. "Dream on, can I really hand over all the control of the vehicles to you in the future? I'm really scared."

He fantasized about spinning his head, and sparks flashed across the lines on the virtual screen.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. Even if you hadn’t said it, I would have brought it up.”

The journalists, who felt that part of their existence had been denied, issued a protest.

"...It's all a problem with the device. It's my first time using it, and I'm not very familiar with it yet. If only I could..."

"There won't be a next time." The three members of the Necromancer's Figurine Club clutched their devices tightly, while the two members of the Magic Research Club and the two members of the Literature Club formed a human wall, as if guarding against some prehistoric beast. "Reporter, that was your only chance. If time could turn back, I wouldn't even give you that one chance."

"Your gaming career is over; you're a mortal from the start."

Only when the reporter was visibly shaken and pale did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. "At least he didn't stubbornly continue trying; that's a kind of mercy..."

The reporter was the most interested in racing games, yet he was also the worst at them. This probably explains why the worse you are at a game, the more you love it.

However, the reporter's poor performance is understandable.

The reporter is no ordinary lich; he is a Mystic, a guardian of secrets perfectly suited to this era. His talent is also his curse. He must expend most of his energy uncovering and protecting everyone's secrets.

The journalists themselves have become hidden puppets.

Therefore, the dishes are understandable.

In short, the reporter was stripped of control and only retained the rights of a casual gamer.

Even in hell, the wheel of the spine continues to turn.

Lyle lay sprawled in his fleshy seat, which was a fairly comfortable reclining position, so the audience didn't notice that his body had completely gone limp. The intense heat from the lava that had been so close had left his eyes feeling dry and scorched.

He was one step closer to death.

But Lyle quickly regained his composure, which was perhaps the only positive outcome of this string of misfortunes.

"Nia, can you take control of the Spinal Wheel?" To hell with all those auxiliary souls! Otherwise, I'll be going to hell myself, a demon from hell.

On the inner ring of flesh, black tentacles pulsated like twisted blood vessels beneath the skin. Their tips, encased in bony plates, constantly probed the rapidly rotating outer ring. The control areas that aided the soul were all on the outer ring, circling Lyle in endless rings.

The high speed shattered the probing black tentacles, preventing Nia from touching the devices that had been set up in advance. However, during the operation, control of the flesh and blood had been transferred, and the physical manipulation method had failed.

“It’s too fast. Nia can’t touch it at all unless I pierce it with my main tentacles covered in bone spurs, but then the spinal wheel will break.”

"Then slow down, slow down until you can touch it."

Lyle mobilized his magic, only to find that he could not slow down.

The terrifying monster within this spinal wheel has transformed into a train bound for hell. Oh, it's already in hell.

The stands of the Black Abyss Arena.

The gentleman watched as the spinal wheel sped faster and faster, the power of that enormous creation seemingly inexhaustible.

"The Spine Giant Wheel is the culmination of the entire Necromancer Figure Company, not to mention we also brought in outside help, and we used Mr. Miracle's materials."

"A miracle?" The gentleman looked at his friend, waiting for his explanation.

Miraculously, he coughed twice.

“They did come to me, bringing with them the Black Flesh that was supposedly created by the Plague Doctor. It has the dual characteristics of spirit and flesh. Although I don’t know its origin, I can confirm its extraordinary nature. Especially… after I mixed it with demon blood, it showed some characteristics of the demon race.”

Fortunately, the law wasn't here, and Mr. Mirror was far away. A miracle occurred once again: the experiment was conducted using meat of unknown origin.

This time, he combined the flesh of the evil god with the blood of the demon race.

The demons can draw upon the power of hell, making them incredibly powerful in hell.

Now, the speeding spinal giant wheel is a terrifying mutant demon that is a perpetual motion machine in the hellish plane.

Unless the power of hell dries up and the hell plane shatters.

Chapter 394 Hell's Welcome Ceremony

The gentleman in the stands bit his lower lip, which he had finally regained, pinched his chin, and told the manipulator about his worries.

"Control, isn't the Spinal Wheel of the Plague Doctor moving too fast? If it continues to accelerate, will your nerves be able to react in time? Should we slow it down?"

"There's still time, I'm in control." The cool line showed confidence in the vehicle's handling. "Besides, this specially made tank doesn't have a speed reduction function."

He casually uttered words that surprised everyone, especially after they had just realized the importance of safe driving a few seconds earlier.

"No deceleration! You Necromancer Figure Company actually designed a spinal wheel that doesn't slow down!? How is the Plague Doctor supposed to stop!?"

Shiny shrugged, the movement of her body causing her scales to rustle as they turned.

"Logically speaking, this car will never stop. It can only rush to the finish line at full speed, and then use the spatial magic of the Hell Portal to forcibly remove the Plague Doctor from the Spinal Wheel. The spacetime transfer will digest his own inertia, probably."

Mr. Delusional pointed to several raised fleshy bumps on the remote control, which were also opaque vesicles growing on the skin, giving one an irresistible urge to press them. Through his memory and talent, he had mastered most of the remote control's functions.

"These six buttons should be the [speed] buttons, right? I saw them used to control acceleration before. Don't they have any deceleration buttons?"

Seeing the gentleman's expectant gaze, he smiled in response, a gentle smile that put the gentleman at ease. He thought to himself that not slowing down was probably just a little joke to lighten the mood.

"There really isn't a slowdown button." With a cheeky grin, he cleverly shattered the gentleman's self-righteousness.

"There are six buttons here. What's the point of them if they're not for slowing down?"

"Accelerate number one, accelerate number two, accelerate number three, accelerate number four... accelerate number six."

There are six in total, all of them are acceleration buttons.

The gentleman was intrigued by this strange arrangement.

"What's the difference between these six acceleration buttons? Like speed levels or something?"

Bian Tong shook his head. "No, they exist independently but work together. They correspond to the six remote control centers arranged on the spinal wheel, and each button corresponds to the acceleration function of that area. If you press them all, six times the speed is of course the fastest."

"But that would also allow the Spinal Wheel to slip beyond our control."

As Miracle listened to the discussion between the Necromancer's Figurine Club and the Literature Club, he thought to himself, "I'm such a kind person."

The Necromancer Figure Club created an illegal Spine Wheel that even they couldn't slow down, and then tricked their own president into riding it. Just how bizarre is this club that would do something like this, betraying their own president?

The reporter touched his head and noticed that the floral crown on his head had been pulled askew.

Why does this feel so strongly like something out of a movie?

"So we can only wait for the plague doctor to reach the destination on his own, and encounter as few enemies as possible along the way..."

“That’s impossible.” Inspiration pointed to the big screen. “The next terrain is a plain, at the foot of Hell Volcano. There aren’t many natural obstacles there except for a slight slope.”

“That was a battle zone that the demons had prepared long ago. They would extract the bone marrow from the plague healers there.”

"There's no way to avoid it. All the demons in the entire hell plane will gather at the foot of the mountain. That's when the real hellfire race begins."

The Hell Plane.

Lyle gazed at the massive volcano at the edge of his vision, its black and red pillars of fire piercing the black sky and the haze of dust, like a giant, upright cigarette butt held in the crater's mouth, allowing the entire hellish realm to absorb its secondhand smoke.

"Is that the portal to hell? It feels more like the portal to the afterlife."