"Take it as a specimen for observation. Then, put the third reagent in and record the reaction."
"Yes, Professor."
Lu Sheng took the specimen and left the lab. He stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it. Then, he wrote down some experiment notes on the counter.
"Professor, the experiment failed." He returned to the lab and handed the notes to Darr. "I think the quantity is not enough. Give me more."
"Quantity? But this kind of meat can only be cut from high-level monsters … It's not that easy to get … "Darr scratched his head helplessly. "What about the experiment report?"
"The third reagent? How's the effect? "
Lu Sheng shrugged.
"Unfortunately, I think the quantity is not enough either."
"Then I'll think of something …" The sophomore scratched his head. "Why is the consumption of experimental materials getting higher and higher?"
"But the results will be out soon, won't they?" Lu Sheng said seriously.
"That's true, but the consumption … the funds might not even be enough …" Darr said with a headache.
"Professor, our results are coming out continuously with amazing efficiency. I believe the board won't reject us because of such a small request." Lu Sheng tried to persuade him.
"Okay … I'll write a report and try again. Come, take this specimen and do the reaction experiment. "
"Yes, Professor." Lu Sheng took a small plate of specimens, turned around, and walked into another lab. He set aside some for his experiments and stuffed the rest into his mouth.
This kind of life was not comfortable, but at least the food was good.
The work in the lab ended early because the experimental materials were all used up. So, Lu Sheng had to take a break and go back early.
He chatted with another senior in the lab for a while and walked back to the dormitory, but he didn't go back first.
Instead, he turned a corner and went behind one of the university's labs.
In the dark, Lu Sheng slowly walked through the dilapidated buildings behind the building with the help of the moonlight.
He didn't stop until he reached the edge of an abandoned school building covered in vines and moss.
The university campus was divided by a metal fence. On one side was the newly built campus, and on the other side was the old campus that couldn't be repaired.
With a light flip, Lu Sheng crossed the fence and entered the old campus.
He skillfully walked into a teaching building, walked up the stairs, and soon arrived at the living room that was only one floor away from the roof.
The floor of the living room was littered with engraving knives and stencils. In some corners of the engraving, there were traces that looked like fresh blood.
He squatted down and carefully examined the patterns in the living room.
Since the last time he thought it through by the lake, Lu Sheng had really decided to make a big move here, just like in the World of the Giant Dragon.
If he were to rely on himself, he would be too weak.
After carefully inspecting the lines, Lu Sheng squatted down and used the carving knife to carefully carve one slender winged serpent after another. These winged serpents were densely packed, like a circle of countless insects, surrounding the entire living room to form a large circle.
Lu Sheng's movements were very fast. It only took him an hour to finish carving the entire living room. Rather than saying he was carving, it was more like he was painting.
Hiss, hiss …
The last stroke landed, drawing out the Winged Serpent's eyes. Lu Sheng tossed the knife aside.
"The second point is complete."
He needed to create a sufficient number of Arrival Formations in the school. The way energy existed in this world was very strange, so he also needed to modify his original knowledge of formations.
This took him a lot of time. Then there was the choice of location. The interior of the school was definitely not easy. There were patrolling students everywhere, and he would be discovered if he was not careful.
So in the end, Lu Sheng chose to set up the Arrival Formation in the old school district.
After setting up the formation, he quietly left the place, the jet of air under his feet not leaving any footprints.
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Misca Owl Observation Tower.
As the only observation tower in the school, not only could it observe the threats that could attack at any time, it could also monitor all kinds of troubles on the planet.
The owner of the observation tower was Professor Michelhaus. This old professor had been guarding this place for more than ninety years.
"Poof."
The liquid in the Weather Bottle gushed out like smoke. Under the control of Michelhaus's hands, it slowly changed shape in mid-air.
He used a pen and paper to record rows of data and projects.
Michelhaus had done this for many years, but for some reason, he kept feeling that something was wrong. The Weather Bottle was reacting more and more frequently, and his control of the liquid was getting more and more difficult.
"Teacher, are you okay?" A soft voice came from outside the lab.
"I'm fine … I might be a little tired …" Michelhaus exhaled, and slowly controlled the water to return to the Weather Bottle.
The translucent water changed shape, like some kind of jellyfish wriggling its tentacles.
"Remember to help me inform Darr that the latest astrological forecast might arrive later. I might have some trouble here. The variables suddenly increased a lot. "Michelhaus said helplessly. He waved his skinny hands, increased his control, and drove the water back to the Weather Bottle.
"Yes, Professor. But you haven't had dinner yet? Why don't you come out and eat something before continuing? "Voices continued to come from outside the door.
"Yes, yes, Professor, it's not good to be hungry."
"Henry and Millie never eat late."
The messy voices mixed together, and it sounded like a tea party.
Michelhaus smiled, and looked at the Weather Bottle refilled with liquid. He turned around and pointed at the pen and paper. The pen and paper that were still recording suddenly stopped, and fell to the ground.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." He smiled, hobbled to the door, and opened it.
Outside the door, a group of chubby owls blinked their eyes. These fat fellows were only the size of watermelons, and they all squeezed at the door, looking at Michelhaus.
Their gray feathers were squeezing each other, and some were even pushing each other, shouting that they might fight at any time.
"Okay, okay, quiet, I'm done. Everyone go back and have a good rest. Don't worry, I might not have a good rest recently, so I'm a little tired. Don't worry, tomorrow, I'll go get something good for dinner tomorrow. Nourish yourself well. "Michelhaus smiled.
"Very well, if you insist on saying so. Actually, I don't think your problem is a lack of nutrition … "The fattest owl said helplessly.
"Let's go, let's go." Michelhaus closed the door. The lab suddenly became dark, and there was no light from the corridor outside.
The transparent Weather Bottle was placed quietly on the lab table, not moving at all.
As time passed, the wisps of white silk floating in the transparent liquid also began to slowly move and spin.
"Crack."
Suddenly, there was an almost inaudible sound, and a small crack appeared on the inside of the Weather Bottle. Transparent liquid slowly seeped out.
More and more liquid seeped out, and dripped from the table, forming a large wet black puddle on the ground.
Soon, the amount of liquid seeping out of the Weather Bottle far exceeded the amount of liquid inside.
The large amount of liquid seeped out faster and faster, and almost the entire table was drenched. More and more liquid dripped on the ground below.
The countless amounts of transparent liquid seemed to have a life of their own. They slowly condensed, molded, and quickly formed the image of a slightly hunched, white-haired old man.
"Let me start, the first battle …" The old man raised his head, and the face was surprisingly Professor Michelhaus's face.
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"The reaction is getting more and more obvious, we need more manpower!" In the indoor hall, the upper echelons of Misca University were gathered together, discussing the recent incidents that had been happening more and more frequently.
Principal Maradona sat at the top, and there were two other vice-principals with him. Below them were the deans of the major universities, and if the principal was not present, the vice-principals would take his place.
At the bottom were the professors, and then the mentors and teaching assistants.
The positions of these levels were clearly separated.
"We should take the initiative to take the necessary action, and not stay in the university all day discussing this and that!" a red-haired old man roared, slamming the table.
"Hesitation and hesitation are the greatest enemies of the victor!" a pale man in a black robe with silver edges agreed with a deep voice.
"But if we leave, once the power here weakens, who will guard that place?" the dean of the Astronomy Institute questioned in a deep voice.
"The stars and the new moon told me that if we act rashly, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"Your prophecy is already outdated, Andura. This is the era of Flesh Sacrifice! I sacrificed an entire Berserk Blade Flesh Demon, and the prophecy I got was completely different from yours, "an old Royal Academician, who was a professor of sacrifice on the other side, refuted loudly.
"We should attack! Passively defending will only lower our morale, and we will hand over the victory! "
"We have our duty, don't forget the oath of alliance!" an old lady stood up and reminded sternly.
Almost every professor-level existence was a person with an extremely firm belief, and everyone thought that they were right. The few decision-makers also had a headache.
Maradona had guessed this a long time ago.
He sighed and lightly clapped his hands.
"Silence."
The noise in the auditorium slowly calmed down.
"The problem now is not whether we are willing or not, but the trouble has arrived …" He looked at Professor Michelle on the observation platform.
"Brother Michelle, is the observation platform okay now?"
The slightly hunched Michelle was definitely an oddity in the university. He had extraordinary observation skills, but his personality was eccentric, and he never socialized with others. His only friend was Maradona.
Hearing the question, he stood up and slowly bowed to the principal.
"Everything is normal, respectable Maradona. I have repeatedly tested with hundreds of Weather Bottles, and there is no trouble from the Evil God yet. "
"You are responsible for monitoring the ordinary surface of the campus, so you have a great responsibility. I hope you don't miss any traces." Maradona nodded.
"I understand." Michelle lowered his head and responded, but deep in his eyes, a transparent light flashed by.
"Oh right, how is the leader of the grey feathers? I haven't visited them for a long time. As an owl, it is already very rare to be able to live to 97 years old. "
"Of course, they are all fine. Except for a few new ones who are a little naughty and like to fight, the rest are all fine." Michelle replied with a smile.
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