"Wait! Don't you think it's strange? "In the dormitory, Nightwalker suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The Black Angel and the Iron Screen did not think much of it. Both parties broke the lock and continued their confrontation. Nobody dared to charge in first. The first person who charged in had his back facing the others. This was fatal for an assassin.
Even the Black Angel, who was a Master, would not make such a low-level mistake.
Nightwalker took a few steps back slowly. He signaled that he did not want to participate in this fight.
Although Esha's ownership was important, he had a feeling that something was hidden in this room.
It was too quiet behind the door. They had been fighting outside for a long time. No matter how slow they were, they should have made some noise.
When Nightwalker thought of this, he could not help but take a few steps back.
He looked at the two parties who were confronting each other. In the end, he chose to trust his instincts. He turned around and prepared to go downstairs.
Suddenly, extremely soft footsteps came from the stairwell.
'Could it be?!' Nightwalker's heart skipped a beat. He slowly increased his speed.
He charged into the stairwell. He could faintly see the hem of Esha's black dress.
'So, she's already escaped!' Nightwalker was overjoyed. He quickly followed.
He tried to make his footsteps as soft as possible. With the help of the light from afar, he could see Esha's panicked little face.
He was getting closer and closer. Nightwalker felt that this mission might be easy to complete.
When he was a few meters away, he suddenly felt that something was off. Although the girl before him had Esha's face, the rest of her …
When he got closer, he was slightly shocked to discover that the girl was dragging something on the ground with great effort.
Due to the dim light, he could not see clearly for a while.
He was getting closer. This distance was enough for him to take her down. Nightwalker felt relieved.
"Whoosh!"
The girl's face suddenly flashed. It was replaced by a beautiful and mature face. However, there was a hint of madness and coldness in it.
When he got closer, Nightwalker suddenly saw clearly that the thing "Esha" was dragging was not something.
It was a half-human corpse.
Nightwalker's heart skipped a beat. He stopped in his tracks.
"Young man, are you looking for me?" "Esha" lifted the corpse in her hand. She turned around and looked at Nightwalker.
The head of the corpse in her hand was tilted slightly. It was Nightwalker's mentor who was guarding outside!
"Mas … ter …!!?" Nightwalker's mind went blank as a great sadness and blood rushed into his heart.
Rip!!
Blood exploded as a bloody chainsaw sliced across his body at high speed.
…
On the top floor of the Platinum Academy's teaching block.
Principal's office.
Quan Shihui casually leaned against the office desk. Her slender legs, which were wrapped in black stockings, allowed the fat principal behind her to reach out and stroke them gently.
The headmaster, Count Pella, was sitting behind his desk. His huge body was a little overweight. He had a small mustache and his skin was as white as a pig's skin that had been soaked in water.
His hand kept caressing, but every time he tried to reach under her skirt, Quan Shihui's sharp gaze swept past him. He slowly stopped himself from having such thoughts.
"Uncle, are you ready?" Quan Shihui pulled away the hand on her thigh and stood up. She walked to the bookshelf and reached out to touch the neatly arranged books.
"He allowed those vicious terrorists to enter the academy. It's about time for him to make his move, right?"
"Ho ho ho ho … The White Feather Army is in position. The mentors are in position as well." Count Pella retracted his hand. He looked greedily at his niece who showed off her abilities. He had wanted to devour her for many years. Unfortunately, she was adopted by him when she was 11 years old. She had always known how to protect herself with the utmost determination.
"What are we waiting for?" Quan Shihui asked casually. "The Federal Guard?"
"No … The Federal Guard has been fully handed over to us. I'm waiting for the most powerful person in our Platinum Academy, "the principal, Count Pella, explained gently and patiently.
"The most powerful person? You're saying … "Quan Shihui suddenly thought of something. There was a slight change in her expression.
"What about you guys? What do you plan to do? "Pella looked at his niece gently. "What do you think? As long as you promise me that you'll become one of my members, I'll consider sparing your lives this time. "
"Uncle, you're as disgusting as ever," Quan Shihui said with an unchanged expression. Ever since she discovered her uncle's perverted nature when she was 12 years old, she had lost all hope in familial love.
"Do you want to think about it?" Pella did not care about such an evaluation.
"Even if it's that person, I believe you won't be defeated easily," Quan Shihui said with a smile.
"The Curator, the Light of the Northern Mountain, huh … I admit that he's powerful. However, what if the Bai Family's Moon Scar assassins are included?" The smile on Pella's face grew wider.
Quan Shihui's expression finally changed.
"The federation's top three … I didn't expect all of them to be here today …" Her tone was slightly cold.
"Don't even think about holding me hostage here, my dear niece," Count Pella said with a chuckle.
"Is that so?" Quan Shihui took a step back. "Since you think that victory is in your grasp, let's continue watching." She turned around and left the office.
…
A large number of white armors surrounded the entire Platinum Academy.
Each of the white armors had an exquisite little cape draped over their right shoulders.
The leader of the group was a tall armored man with a thick black cape draped over his shoulders. Through the metal mask, one could see that this was a middle-aged man with a head full of messy hair. He appeared to be in his thirties.
More than 30 years was not a long time, but it was not a short time either. If a person devoted all of his time to a single thing, that thing would become extremely terrifying after being immersed in it for a long time.
This was the case for the Poison Dragon, Gar Kandi. He had spent 30 years focusing on close-combat armors. Now, he was already 64 years old. However, because he was overly focused on a single field, he appeared unusually young.
"Is everything ready?" he asked his adjutant beside him.
"Everything is ready."
The adjutant's answer gave him confidence.
The Poison Dragon raised his left hand. A row of sharp sawteeth sprung out from the outside of his left arm.
"Our target is the meeting room of the second teaching block. Everyone, prepare to attack." He raised his arm.
"Pchht!"
A section of the sawtooth on his arm suddenly shot out, turning into pieces of white fragments that flew in all directions in a slanted manner.
As if it was a signal, the squads of armors surrounding the academy began to move. They marched into the academy.
"Tonight is destined to be the night of our achievements." The Poison Dragon sat on a huge, white, four-wheeled vehicle that looked like a motorcycle. However, there was only one seat on the vehicle. He sat on it as if he was sitting on a throne. He leaned back slightly and placed his hands on the armrests on both sides.
"Seven Emperor Armors. Such a combination is too dangerous. No organization will allow such a colossus to appear in the federation's hinterland," a slightly aged voice swiftly answered from the darkness. "Our Bai family is no exception."
"The fuse seems to be a second-year student from the academy," the Poison Dragon suddenly said.
"Seems like it."
"That's interesting."
As they passed through the academy's gate, the Poison Dragon, Gar Kandi looked up at the stars in the night sky. Regrettably, there were not many planets that could be seen.
All the armors swarmed toward the second teaching block. Four of them wore light golden cloaks. The white armors were of different shapes and sizes. They slowly walked in four directions and sealed off all possible escape routes.
…
"We're surrounded. It's the Poison Dragon, Gar Kandi's White Feather Army … "
In the meeting room, Half-face stood by the window and looked at the white armors that surrounded them from afar.
"What are we waiting for, then? Let's just break out of the encirclement and leave," Mondo said impolitely. "Don't tell me that we have to wait for them to get into formation before we fire at them one-on-one?"
"I have some gadgets here. They're fine against ordinary Soldier Armors, but they won't be effective against the more powerful General Armors," Dr. Keller said after some thought.
"It's alright." Lu Sheng smiled. "Let's go out and meet them. The federation's number one Moon Scar Grandmaster, the Poison Dragon, Gar Kandi. Let's see how powerful he is. "
"Who's willing to go?" He swept his gaze across the people in the room.
"I'll go." Half-face stood up. Although they were surrounded, no one was worried at all.
"The Iron Screen's general is here as well. All four of them are here." The meeting room's door opened slowly. Madam Belle was covered in blood. She stood at the door with a chainsaw covered in flesh.
"With the seven of us here, there's no enemy in the entire federation that we can't defeat. What are you afraid of?! So what if he's the Poison Dragon? If we join forces, we might be able to give him a taste of defeat! "Mondo growled.
Lu Sheng looked at them. The Emperor Armors here were top-notch close-fitting armors that provided powerful enhancements, better defense, and faster speed. They were five to ten times more powerful than Soldier Armors, and two times more powerful than General Armors.
Hence, they were not undefeatable. As long as there were more than thirty Soldier Armors, they would pose a significant threat to them. If there were more than eight General Armors, they would be able to surround and kill an Emperor Armor if they worked well together.
This world was meant to fulfill karma. Lu Sheng did not want to waste any more time.
He walked out of the meeting room and stood in the corridor. He could see the White Feather Army's armors surrounding them from afar.
"There are at least a thousand of them. This is much more than the last time we met."
"They're here for the Starlight Line Diagram, right?" Dr. Keller said slowly.
"Starlight Line Diagram?" This was the first time Lu Sheng had heard of this.
"It's the blueprint of a top-notch tactical armor. Legend has it that many taboo knowledge is used in it," Keller explained in detail.
"The Iron Screen's Screen Master is here as well. It's the federation's second-in-command, the Light of the Northern Mountain." Madam Belle looked at the top floor of the neighboring dormitory building from afar. A unique grayish-white armor was squatting there.
The armor was slender and powerful. There was a long tail on its head that hung behind it.
"Go. Show them what you've got." Lu Sheng saw the grayish-white armor squatting at the side as well.
"As for the Light of the Northern Mountain, Keller, shall we go together?" Madam Belle suggested.
"Sure," Dr. Keller replied with a smile.
The two of them quickly went down the stairwell one after another. They soon disappeared into the shadows.
"Let's go as well. The White Feather Army and the Iron Screen's Titled Armors are guarding us from all sides. It won't be easy to bluff our way out if we don't fork out some money," Half-face said bitterly.
Mondo snorted coldly. He leaped out of the window at the side.
Buck Henry and a tall figure wrapped in a black trench coat were the only ones left.
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