Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The massive column of fire erupting from the volcano was dark red, unlike ordinary flames that emitted a dazzling light. If it weren't for the gradually rising temperature, Lyle might have mistaken the massive column of fire for a slightly brighter chimney.

Reaching the pillar of fire is all that's needed; such a seemingly simple goal is actually quite challenging in Lyle's eyes.

Because they came.

When the bone spikes of the spinal wheel cut through the ground and generate friction, they cause tremendous vibrations. However, these vibrations are almost negligible due to the absorption of the flesh layer.

However, Lyle sighed as he felt himself vibrating.

The ground roared, and the entire foot of the mountain trembled, as if the earth was being subjected to inhuman torture.

In fact, it is true.

Behind them, at the edge of their vision, a group of Spine Wheels engaged in fierce combat surged into the foot of the mountain like a frenzied herd of beasts.

If wildebeest encounter a lion attack during their migration, similar disturbances may occur.

However, this place is full of lions.

The running spinal wheel smashed the spinal wheels around it to pieces, and a tiny demon was embedded in the ground under the frantic crushing of layers of bone spikes, waiting for the long rebirth time of the power of hell.

The leading spinal wheels saw Lyle's colossal form, and their passion for the powerful challenge even made them abandon their own disputes. They all accelerated, attempting to drag the leading spinal wheels into the conflict.

"Speed ​​up! Don't let these lunatics catch up with us!"

Magic and tendrils were frantically poured into the spinal wheel. Vilimro's claws pressed tightly against the sides, stretching the spinal wheel into a smooth, streamlined shape.

The colossal spinal wheel, moving at full speed, had no deceleration device, and even the remote controllers in the stands could see Lyle's predicament. However, as the mountainside gradually steepened, the spinal wheel's speed did slow down. Its immense size, far exceeding that of other spinal wheels, became Lyle's shackles; gravity seemed to laugh maniacally, welcoming Lyle into the demons' frenzied battle.

"I just wanted to complete the race normally, you bunch of battle maniacs..." Vilimro's Claws stretched out on both sides of the Spinal Wheel, unfolding like giant black wings above the demons. "You asked for this."

"The plague messenger".

The soft plague virus spread in the rear with the moving dust, while the demons' offensive was much fiercer in comparison.

Despite the rumbling of the Spinal Wheel, Lyle could still hear the demons' maniacal laughter. Some demons leaned halfway out from the Spinal Wheel, taking massive ramming horns made from the bones of unknown behemoths from their seats and charging at Vilimro's bone claws. Others leaned out, digging their hands into the ground. And with the Spinal Wheel moving at such high speed, sparks flew as the demonic claws scraped against the earth. Just when Lyle thought the claw was useless, the hand burst into flames.

It wasn't the hand that was burning, but the molten lava held in the demon's hand. Using the energy generated by high-speed friction, the demon conjured a fireball with his hand—or more accurately, a lava projectile.

The projectiles rained down molten lava from the ground, presenting Lyle with a hellish welcome ceremony.

Chapter 395 Armor Destruction

If we're talking about who will be most affected by the change in the situation...

Lyle ruled it out first, because ever since entering the Hellish Plane, he had been living in constant fear. The Hellish Plane's terrible natural environment, the rolling lava and treacherous monsters, the demonic bikers that could appear at any moment, and that support soul that could kill him at any time. After the situation truly escalated into a struggle, Lyle's pressure actually lessened. It wasn't that the intensity of the pressure changed, but rather that hidden threats were exposed; the unknown is always the most terrifying.

Therefore, the one who changed the situation the most was actually the remote controller in the stands of the Black Abyss Arena.

Because his racing game turned into a fighting game, occasionally interspersed with lava bullet hell mini-games featuring demons.

However, the Andrei liches are the race with the best self-control over their emotions, which means their mentality is the best. With the help of calm and collected manipulation, the Spine Giant Wheel actually showed a tendency to be unstoppable.

Lacking control of the Spinal Wheel, Lyle decided to focus all his efforts on manipulating the Claws of Velimuro to spread the plague, or to finish off any unfortunate demons who came near him.

The intelligence was correct; these are merely the new generation of demons. Their power does not exceed the capabilities of the plague.

Vomiting, momentary dizziness, sudden back strain. These ridiculous symptoms always appear suddenly when the Demon Spine Wheel comes to Lyle's side, and then these demons are half a beat too slow, like the protagonist in a game entering bullet time, and are either pierced by the bone spikes of the giant spinal wheel or flattened by the bone claws.

Lyle fought and retreated, approaching the crater, while the demons behind him pressed closer like jackals unwilling to relinquish their prey. Though they also hurt each other.

The situation is progressing smoothly.

The fallen demons, their broken spinal wheel remains, were left lying in place.

They were merely failures in the eyes of the demons, so the demons didn't care.

The wreckage was scattered all over the ground, and Lyle was once again surrounded by three Spinal Wheels. Combat was the best natural selection; those who had endured this long were all exceptionally powerful demons. Even with the aid of remote control and the Plague, Lyle could only barely hold his own. Especially after the prolonged battle, Lyle's nerves had become somewhat numb; without the remote control's assistance, his consciousness might have collapsed much sooner.

"But thankfully, the time has come."

Under Lyle's control, the five fingers of Vilimulor's Claws touched together. The surging hellish power was manipulated by Lyle through the demonic blood within the flesh.

"Heretical growth, flesh and blood in chaos."

Unbeknownst to them, the remains of fallen demons had spread across every corner of the battlefield, carrying Lyle's plague.

The twisted flesh and broken bone spikes of the Spinal Wheels, along with the fallen demon remains, pieced together, and they rose again, becoming warriors of death. Roaring, they attacked their own kind as they had in life.

The scales of victory tipped instantly, just as the number of liches and demons changed.

Lyle raised an army of the dead, though they were all mindless zombies with no substance.

Hell has its own rules. As children of Hell, demons are not truly dead after their physical bodies perish. Their souls are taken by Hell and await rebirth in an untouchable place. Therefore, Lyle was actually just randomly assembling some junk puppets from various materials.

Seeing their dead kin suddenly rise and attack them with twisted, ferocious faces would throw most people into panic. Using this situation, Lyle could leave them far behind.

However, the demons harassing Lyle paid no heed to the strange occurrences around them. Laughing maniacally, they smashed the heads of their sinister companions a second time. Amidst the chaos, Lyle heard a sound—the rumbling, roaring sound of a spinal wheel turning.

A peculiar spinal wheel hurtled towards them from the foot of the mountain. In truth, all the demon disguises had undergone illegal modifications. This spinal wheel, aside from its black skeleton, wasn't particularly unusual among the pile of illegal products. What was unusual was its condition; the slightly larger-than-normal black spinal wheel looked brand new, its spinal spikes perfectly intact, not a single one broken, even radiating an obsidian-like sheen.

Traveling from the edge of Hell to the volcano at its heart, few can keep their equipment intact amidst the numerous dangers.

Lyle did it because he had a Lich master controlling him remotely.

The black bone wheel also achieved this.

Because its driver possesses the same skill level.

The black bone wheel darted and weaved through the encirclement of zombie demons, not a single bone fragment striking the considerable size of the wheel, nor a single piece of flesh scattering upon it. Wherever the black bone wheel passed, all the demons were transformed into torches by hellfire.

The black bone wheel broke into the demons' encirclement of Lyle in the blink of an eye, and within seconds became Lyle's main enemy. Its appearance instantly plunged Lyle into a predicament.

The scene was quite chaotic at one point.

The audience in the stands were also captivated by the juggling performance of several spinal wheels. The operator, with no time for discussion, continued to accelerate his hand movements; the disguise of flesh and blood on his fingertips was worn away, and his blood-stained finger bones danced in afterimages on the remote control.

Several people whispered among themselves.

"The head of the epidemic prevention team is in danger." Yes, although you created the danger.

"That black wheel is almost as good as the steering wheel. With that kind of skill, he must be one of our 'regular customers'."

"So now the question is: should we help the head of the epidemic prevention team or our long-term clients? To put it simply, is it life or money?"

The seven people frowned and pondered, and finally came to a conclusion.

"We don't want either of them. Neither of them is important to us."

"Happiness is the most important thing."

As if they had confirmed something, Shining and Adaptability smiled at each other.

"Then let's use that one."

"Indeed, using that makes it feel more ceremonial."

The others were unhappy to see the two from the Necromancer Figure Club speaking in riddles.

What is "[that]"?

"The most powerful move of the Spine Wheel we created is an ultimate technique that can only be used once."

"Armor destroyed."

The gentleman pondered the name for a moment; it seemed to refer to the ability to destroy enemy vehicles. A one-time use attack would likely be very costly. However, they had reached this point; once these last few troublesome enemies were eliminated, the Plague Doctor's path would be smooth sailing.

"Bright, maneuverable, adaptable. Use [Armor Destruction]!"

The operator sighed, seemingly regretting that a duel between masters had ended so abruptly.

With a few final, simple maneuvers, the operator slammed down on the conspicuous skull at the very center of the remote control device—a skull the gentlemen and others had dismissed as mere decoration. The pressed skull opened its mouth wide, emitting a chilling, maniacal laugh.

In hell, Lyle, who was assisting the elves in dodging, suddenly found his spinal wheel slipping and falling flat on the ground.

He felt a chill run down his spine. "No way, we've messed up at this crucial moment!"

Lyle looked up at the top of his head, where the spinning bone wheel of the demon's spine was closing in, about to crush him in the next instant.

As his thoughts raced, Lyle heard a voice.

"Revenge of the Dead 5.0 activated!"

To Lyle's surprise, there was a loud bang.

The flesh and bones of the giant spinal wheel expanded dramatically, then exploded in the next instant. A rain of flying bone spikes shattered any approaching spinal wheels.

Armor destruction, destruction of all armor, including your own.

Andrei the Lich was stunned.

The two members of the Demon Research Club and the three members of the Literature Club stared blankly at the three members of the Necromancer Figure Club.

A second ago, the three of them detonated their leader.

"If it can't explode into a corpse, what kind of necromancy creation is it!"

Chapter 396 He's Slipped Away

Lyle exploded?

The images on the giant screen in the center of the arena were shaken by the violent explosion. The flying bats were also affected by the shockwave. As the images returned to normal and the dust settled, new images finally appeared before the audience.

A crater about twenty meters in diameter was formed, its walls riddled with protruding bone spurs. Flesh and blood, however, had been reduced to ashes by the explosion. Nothing else remained, not even a speck of dust. The demon's spinal wheel, its armor damaged, lay broken into several pieces nearby, like a target studded with darts. The fate of the demon within was unknown, but its flesh and blood flowed like broth onto the barren, black earth, like tofu being turned into tofu pudding by the shockwave.

It appears that no one survived. Lyle, at the epicenter of the explosion, seems to have been completely reduced to ashes.

"Holy shit!" Raymond roared across the arena, and a blinding light burst forth from behind the thick clouds, as if something would fall from the sky at any moment.

"Holy crap!" The stands of the Andrei Lich erupted like boiling water overflowing a pot. Several professors guarding Raymond immediately unleashed their immense power, attempting to stop the enraged Crusader leader. The other liches scrambled and tumbled towards the edge of the arena; they had no other thought than to flee in terror.

The dean looked anxious, especially after he realized that Raymond seemed to be the only source of danger for the riot.

As the creator of the hunger masquerade, Lyle had unknowingly built up a considerable network of connections at Andre Academy. Right now, the professors of necromancy, along with several liches on good terms with Lyle, all looked at the demons with icy eyes, as if examining experimental subjects.

The liches' collective, icy gaze was like the most malevolent curse of death, a stark reminder of this threatening act. The demons, though unaware of the reason, naturally returned the glare.

The demons were actually quite puzzled. The liches used self-destruction to wipe out our people, and now the liches are blaming us demons? The chaotic side isn't this chaotic, is it?

As the city lord, Carlos sat in his stands, intently watching the tense atmosphere between the two problematic groups, and was getting anxious.