The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

Xue's Law uses light magic, and as long as he stands within the spell's incantation, conceptually representing the earth, he, possessing light magic, attacks enemies outside the range that represent "cosmic invaders" with beams of light...

That means we will definitely win!

This is the last line of defense.

"Do you watch tokusatsu shows, Howard?" Old Austin asked.

The male escort shook his head. Although he was a child during the heyday of tokusatsu, he had to focus on the study of the occult from a young age. He hadn't even finished watching Superman and Captain America, so he had no time to watch superhero tokusatsu from across the ocean.

Austin looked at the spell they had prepared for so long, at the gray sky, and smelled the salty, fishy scent of the sea in the air. He said,

"The so-called tokusatsu heroes are actually just fairy tales for big kids. In those tokusatsu films, the screenwriters set up all the bad concepts as 'monsters'," Austin said.

"War, aggression, hunger, fear, natural disasters, environmental protection... all problems have become materialized monsters. And we only need to kill the monster that the concept represents to solve the abstract concept itself."

"Light represents the embodiment of all that is good: friendship, hope, dreams, miracles, and heroes. In this fairy tale, light defeats the monster, and all the concepts of evil disappear. Humanity will regain peace and look forward to the future."

Old Austin explained the concept of tokusatsu (special effects) dramas to Howard little by little.

This is how he understands tokusatsu dramas: they are children's fairy tales of heroes, a kind of heroic image that embodies boundless beauty.

"So it seems that tokusatsu heroes are just as noble as Captain America and Iron Man," Howard responded.

He hadn't actually watched many American comics. For him, his impressions of American comic book heroes mostly came from the cartoon storylines his childhood classmates talked about.

However, he later heard that Captain America and Iron Man had gotten into a fight, and the two were fighting fiercely, each wanting to kill the other, even at the cost of splitting the alliance and hating each other.

At that moment, he suddenly felt as if those heroes had been demystified.

However, it was later said that Iron Man died from snapping his fingers for the sake of humanity, and Captain America stopped raising his shield.

As a child, he planned to secretly buy the comic book, but was discovered by the old-fashioned mystic, so he only heard about the final plot from his classmates. He could only find the answer to the ending of his childhood hero through oral accounts.

Years later, when he recalled this incident, he spent several times more money to buy a deluxe edition of the comic, but he could never recapture the feeling he once had.

It was then that he understood why his classmates were so fascinated by superhero stories.

"So do you understand? Our final battle line, at the very last moment, is to achieve that unique miracle through our ritual, and to create a conflict between the concepts of 'light and cosmic invaders,' thereby triggering a global resonance!"

“That’s why I call this ceremony ‘To Glory’.” He smiled, looking at Annabelle’s phone playing a tokusatsu drama in the distance.

This mischievous little spirit will cheer when Tiga defeats the monster, and feel sorry for Daigo when he is injured. When she sees those amazing episodes, she will wipe her tears with her doll-like clothes.

Even Howard, the summoner, found this scene unbelievable; he couldn't believe that an evil spirit would be moved by a child's fairy tale.

“Because that’s the power of light. If it really comes to the point where we’re needed, this will be the last line of defense for the whole world. Light will not fail before we die.” Austin looked at the spell he had cast, filled with a sense of accomplishment and a final blessing for the impending apocalypse. “Just like in tokusatsu dramas, light will never fail.”

And finally, their rituals must never be performed...

At the cost of Howard remaining single forever, we absolutely must not come to this...

“No, my teddy bear told me something’s coming for me.” Annabelle immediately put down her phone and warned, “It’s the same kind of thing as me—an evil spirit!”

……

The craftsman, hiding under a large black robe, traveled alone to Indonesianmouth, north of Boston.

He also secretly gave the address to Odysseus, and their passionate combined attack had already sent out the information.

Not only that, he also met the "Xercy" lady who was with a little girl on the way. At first, the witch refused to believe him, but after he mentioned the names of Odysseus and Sildenas, the witch fell silent instantly.

Then, the old man who loved crafts received a vial of virus solution.

Phage culture dishes that may play a role in the next step.

At this moment, his face under the mask distorted, transforming into Howard's appearance.

"Halt!" The figure of the old man who loved craftsmanship was blocked. It was a person hiding under the priest's robe, but their bodies had long been replaced, and their souls were imprisoned in wooden shells. What they thought was a blessing was actually endless torture.

Thinking of this, the old man who loves craftsmanship was very glad that he had been the first to find that witch and get the tube of bacteriophage.

"Please inform Lord Brinton that the mystic Howard requests an audience and to bring back the head of the sinner Austin." The old man of the Craftsman immediately used his celestial magic.

This unique technique is the exclusive anti-counterfeiting mark of occultists; the moment the celestial technique is performed, the other party dispels any doubts.

This celestial technique was something the old man had secretly learned on the spot while helping to set up the ceremony.

However, the other person seemed to say sarcastically, "Ha, Howard, you were reluctant when we invited you before, but now you're rushing to offer yourself up?"

The old man who loved crafts smiled bitterly: "I used to think that magic was a hoax. I was just a frog in a well. Forgive my petty mind. But Lord Brinton is willing to teach magic to everyone. I can never repay his kindness in this lifetime."

"What a debt of gratitude!"

After saying this, he hugged the man and quickly put Odysseus's scarf on him.

The next moment, Odysseus possessed the man, and the two smiled at each other.

Chapter 191 The Strange School

At this moment, Xue Lude and the old undead directly slaughtered their way through the entire village.

But what puzzled them most about the entire village was that the old men and women, with their twisted branches, had no souls!

Or rather, their souls were extremely weak, so weak that they were like candles flickering in the wind, which would be extinguished with just a gentle breath.

As for Xue Dinglu, he couldn't understand why those guys were so weak. If it weren't for their special woody bodies, they would be even weaker than ordinary people, truly like "zombies".

“Young Xue, I sense something is wrong. The souls of those ‘undead’ are not normal. They are not weakened because their souls were obliterated after death, but because most of their souls were absorbed by something, making them so empty…” the old undead said.

Having appeared on Earth due to the "reincarnation of an evil spirit," he even felt a sense of familiarity with his kind.

"No, it's pretty much what I guessed. They're essentially 'zombies,' and zombies don't have strong souls. This is a common setting in zombie-themed works in our world," Xue Dinglu said.

"However, in their case, the source of the zombies has become the evil spirits summoned by Zigela and that group of corrupt mystics. In fact, given how popular zombie culture is today, it's not impossible that they might even have a zombie demon at their disposal."

However, just as Xue finished speaking, he saw a school at the end of the village.

From within the school came countless noisy voices of students reading aloud. The combined sounds of tens of thousands of students created an eerie and terrifying atmosphere in this strange village.

Xue Luding frowned.

The villages outside the school are full of zombies whose souls have been completely consumed, so why is the school here filled with the sound of reading?

Also, is Amei's school really that rigorous and serious?

According to Xue's Law, Amei's school has always been a happy education, and their children have never had to worry about school entrance exams or exams. Going to school is more of a formality, and they just make friends at school.

But this is actually a stereotype. Amei's public schools are like this, but the private schools are all upgraded versions of Hengshui ProMax, where students study and work like crazy.

They would even take out loans to buy stimulants, various hormones, and even specific "smart drugs" on their way to school, and then study for more than 20 hours a day after injecting themselves with hormones and stimulants.

This level of hellish intensity is arguably no less severe than that of Japan and the Korean Peninsula, and may even surpass it.

In reality, the academic elites in Japan and the Peninsula would never go so far as to inject themselves with hormones to study.

One reason for this is the high tuition fees of private colleges. Once they enter, they are basically burdened with decades of student loans. This is also the only way for countless rural students to change their social class and no longer be considered "rednecks".

That means studying to finish university, then taking on decades of debt to become a private doctor, lawyer, or politician for conglomerates—that's how one achieves upward social mobility.

Even with the help of hormones and stimulants, the success rate of redneck children in making it ashore is no more than 5%...

Most of them just get into ordinary universities, and then they can neither become the rural rednecks like their parents, nor the respected elites in the city. Like animals, they have to work four jobs a day just to barely support themselves after paying off their student loans.

They even had to sell their blood in their spare time to supplement their household income.

When they finally can no longer endure this kind of life, they will go bankrupt, lose their jobs, and become homeless...

It can be said that for the rednecks who make up more than 90% of the Amerindian population, their lives are summed up like this.

That's why politicians representing that segment of the population were able to easily defeat Harris, who represented the elite class, because for the entire US, the tragedy of those people had been repeated time and time again.

Of course, I only learned about Amei's Xue Law through "Reader" and "Yilin" magazines before, and I didn't know these secrets at all.

When Xue Dinglu entered the school, he saw countless people picking up books and reciting.

This school wasn't just a middle or high school; Xue Dinglu even saw elementary school students, middle school students, university students... white people, black people, Asian people, Latinos, Hispanics... and so on.

It seemed that students of all ages were crammed together, and the only constant was that they were all studying desperately.

Without the teacher's supervision, they naturally studied hard, and their enthusiasm even made Xue Lude doubt his eyes. He thought he had come to Maotanchang or Hengshui, instead of this Amei school.

The school gates were open, but not a single child skipped school. Unlike the schools in Amei's TV series where all that was left was bullying and dating, this was the kind of school that Xue Dinglu was more familiar with. They were closed off, confined, and every student was like a walking corpse.

Even though it used to be the norm to go to school 7 days a week and study for more than 15 hours a day, according to Xue's Law, this was the case.

But here, he could even feel their even more intense pressure to get into a good school.

"Hey, don't wander off." Suddenly, a typical blonde American girl, holding Xue Dinglu's hand, said.

She looked to be under 15 years old and a high school girl, but compared to the blonde, blue-eyed American high school girls in TV dramas, this girl had faint dark circles under her eyes and looked listless, as if she hadn't had enough rest.

"What's wrong?" Xue asked in return.

"The consequences of not studying here are dire! Don't wander around, or something will come and grab you!" The girl, very familiar with the place, leaned close and whispered.

Xue Dinglu was not used to this natural and familiar attitude.

"Then why don't you go to study?" Xue Luding's doubts were palpable. In such a school, this "bad boy" dressed as a blonde bombshell was so conspicuous.

"Because I'm a bad girl, I can't afford to be lazy anymore, so I'll just open up and marry a good husband. If I'm lucky, I can get a large share of the property in a divorce, and my husband will have to send child support every month..." This seems to be the shameless words of a truant blonde hottie.

Xue Law: "..."

You're quite honest, aren't you? Whoever marries you will be incredibly unlucky.

Xue Dinglu was at a loss for words when it came to this girl. Similarly, she was the first "person" he had met since arriving here who could communicate normally with him and provide him with information.

Outside the school are twisted "zombies," and inside the school are all learning machines—he is the only person who can communicate with others.

"What exactly happened here?" Xue asked.

He wasn't just referring to the school, but also to the zombies outside who seemed to have been "drained."

"Haven't things always been like this here?" The hot girl seemed puzzled as to why Xue Dinglu was talking nonsense.

Xue Law: “???”

“This has always been the case here. Children are sent here and study hard until they graduate and get into a school. If they’re lucky, they can take on decades of loans and become private lawyers, doctors, or other elites. If they’re even luckier, they can become state or federal employees,” the hot girl explained to Xue.

"But if you're unlucky, then you'll just have to work your whole life with the loan. You might not be able to pay it off until you're old, or you might never be able to pay it off in your lifetime. Anyway, you can survive by selling blood. Work a little, sell some blood, and that's a pretty good life, isn't it?" She spoke of these terrifying things with an air of nonchalance.

This level of abstraction is something Xue's Law could never have imagined.

"And what about you? How come you're still able to stay curled up here?" This was Xue's biggest question. In this strange village and school, this seemingly normal blonde bombshell was actually the most abnormal one.

It's like if a world full of deformed, twisted, fleshy monsters suddenly appears, and a beautiful girl who conforms to traditional beauty standards suddenly appears, then that beautiful girl might not be a real girl, but an evil god...

"I told you I was slacking off, and I'll live off my husband for the rest of my life. Wait, let's go... the student council is coming to enforce discipline!" The blonde bombshell grabbed Xue Dinglu's hand and began to evade their scrutiny.

When Xue Dinglu turned his head, he saw a group of puppets with countless tangled threads behind them. They held forms in their hands, recording the situation of each class and classroom, and scoring each place.

Xue's Law observed that low-scoring classes were taken away, and when they returned, they were completely different...it felt almost mechanical...

But it seems there were no consequences as she described. One can only wonder if this child had been punished before, which explains the deep psychological trauma she carries.

“No, Xue, there’s something wrong with the girl next to you.” Old Barak put down his phone again and said to Xue Luding.

"I've known for a long time that she has a problem, but I just don't know exactly what it is," Xue Dinglu complained.

“You may not have noticed, but in the hour you were together just now, she seemed to have visibly grown up, like she suddenly grew more than a year older,” the old ghost said.

"Grow up?" Xue Luding asked, puzzled.

"When you first met her, her measurements were 72-52-70, clearly the figure of a little girl," the old ghost said. "But only an hour later, her measurements are now 77-52-72, she has obviously grown a lot."

Xue Law: “?”

No, even he, a local, doesn't know the meaning of size or how to measure it. You guys can measure size with your naked eye after going online?

Chapter 192 Brother, brother, you smell so good!

Are you all humanoid scanners? You're like that, and so is the brave old man; you can all tell a person's body shape at a glance? That's ridiculous!

Xue Dinglu immediately looked the blonde bombshell up and, sure enough, noticed something was off.

An hour ago, she seemed to be just like the average middle school student, except that her chest wasn't as big as a boy's even when she was dressed.

But in just one hour, she had matured a lot. If she was a high school girl who had just entered high school, she was now like a college girl about to enter university, with her chest size increasing by more than one size.

"Hmm, are you curious about this?" She seemed nonchalant, casually lifting up the fat in front of her body without a care in the world.

Another class of students was sent into the solitary confinement room. At this time, Xue Lude paid special attention to the girl and noticed that she had grown even larger. Now, she was about the size of a normal adult European or American woman.

Xue Dinglu ignored the somewhat crazy and eccentric girl.