Dosmas snorted. As the lights flashed, an invisible silk rope appeared on the hook on the back of his hand, pulling him off the ground.
It's definitely not comfortable to have your whole body weight resting on the flesh around that pointed hook. The rope was tight, the pointed hook caught the hard skin on the back of the demon's hand, and the scales rubbed against each other, making a squeaking sound, but all of this failed to prevent them from being detached from the back of the demon's hand.
The other end of the silk rope was held in Metz's hand.
There are many such silk ropes. Almost the same as the number of new students. A metz pulled them lightly, making them rise. Like tying up a bouquet of flowers full of weeds.
"grandfather!"
cried Dosmas. Icha looked up at him. The devil usually does not say "Save me", but instead starts to drip something like asphalt all over his body. It's obvious from the look of Dosmas. He needs help very, very badly. His neck has been soaked with a layer of that standard black substance. Thick droplets were still dripping from his hair. It looked like a poisonous ax hit his forehead. No matter which way you look at it, he is currently empty-headed and unprepared, like an osprey forced to hunt whales just after hatching.
Not if he heard those broadcasts.
Icha thought about it for him for half a second. The blind spot is one of those things where even knowing it exists (or even more so, you know it's crouching in the shadows of a corner, poking something pointy into the crook of your knee), it's useless. It’s okay to keep your eyes open, to shine a light, and to minimize it. But fewer attacks also means less experience. By the time it strikes, covering your knees or lifting your thighs in your hands may no longer be viable solutions. I didn't expect that the radio would silently fail at such a moment.
They have just experienced a blind spot in thinking that no one can avoid - something has existed since you existed, and running to the end of the world or being seriously injured cannot make you get rid of it. You take it for granted that there is something between you. a forced relationship. But on a sunny and joyful day, it suddenly leaves you without saying goodbye. Who would have thought that in order to monitor something as trivial as a weak and cute freshman cheating, the original Olympian could expend such great effort and use such a level of shielding means?
Excusing himself and Dosmas like this didn't make him feel any worse.
Dosmas has been pulled onto the platform in mid-air. Of course, they didn't see this layer just now. Just like those silk ropes, there are two possibilities for the sudden appearance of this platform: either it didn't exist just now, or all the eyes in the hall were more or less blind just now. The devil who called him Grandpa was huddled together with the freshmen who were also brought here. honestly. Among the various freshmen, trembling and screaming or waving their fists excitedly, Dosmas still looked so ordinary - even more ordinary.
I wonder if the word "ordinary" has a comparative form.
"What should I do, Grandpa?" Dosmas shouted again.
One metz and another tugging at the silk rope. The freshmen screamed and scattered a little - there was a fine grid under their feet, allowing them to all get their own one. no more, no less. After a while, Dosmas naturally got one. He stood in the middle of the grid, but not so precise that he could attract attention.
Metz coughed and began to explain the test content. The freshmen were not at peace. Yi Cha tried his best to listen amid the noise. Just as he thought, Yimez described the details of the operation in great detail, but said nothing about eliminations and winning rewards. But this doesn't seem to have much impact. The freshmen were jumping up and down, as if they were ready to do whatever it took to get rid of the rope.
"You liar!!!" someone else yelled. Of course, this is one of the milder insults.
"I am a professor here. No matter what student activities you originally planned, I should not participate." Dosmas said loudly amidst the noise. This time he was not just talking to Yi Cha. The freshmen around him should have heard what he said. Even Imetz should have heard it - although the situation was chaotic, wasn't Nesis right where he should be, purring and shining, bringing him all the information?
But for some reason (more likely, no reason at all, but it would be too humiliating to think so), no one paid any attention to Dosmas.
But Icha knew what he meant. This time he believed there was no misunderstanding between them. Of course, asking for help means something - "I am a faculty member. I should not participate in student activities. Please eliminate the mistake and let me do what I should do." Of course, perhaps only he knew, Dosmas mentioned his identity There is another meaning - just as he has never forgotten and was just inspired - "This wonderful, chaotic emergency, it seems that I should burst out right now and start the first chapter of becoming a legend in the universe. One step. Wait. Wait. I am a faculty member. It seems that I shouldn’t start killing people here..."
Regardless, Dosmas was still hesitant. Beelzebub's bloodline and his bloodline worked together, canceling each other out. Although the freshmen have gone from panic to anger (many of them have just been resurrected from the undead state, and they can’t wait to subconsciously want to draw a line with the old camp), but in a short period of time in Metz After the temporary education, I finally became a little quieter.
Yi Cha took some time to look around.
After Yi Metz pulled all the freshmen to the second floor, which appeared out of thin air (actually, the scene in front of him was closest to the debate battle brought about by the arrival of Gabriel and the angels. Obviously the guy who followed the rules was there) They are all alike to some extent, and the criminals are all different), and the floor of the hall where he stood became empty. The rickety creatures shuttled back and forth, making preparations whose details only they knew. There seems to be no supernumerary existence besides him.
etc.
He floated behind a pillar on the side of the ceremony area, grabbed the gray ear, and pulled the guy inside out.
"Ah." The gray dwarf called. Cover your mouth immediately. Look outside. "What?" He complained a little. "The dean will find me!"
"You have been discovered a long time ago." Isaac let go of him. "He knew everything. It just didn't matter. It was full. There was a teacher who filled your gap."
"Oh." The gray dwarf thought for a while and seemed to feel relieved. "I see. That's okay." He said. He rolled his dark eyes. "It must have something to do with his blueprint plan, right? I don't have to participate anyway. Shall we go?" He smiled relaxedly. Pulled to check.
It hasn't been checked yet.
"You know?" He looked at the dwarf.
"What do I know?" the gray dwarf asked curiously. "What did I say?"
Yi Cha brought the gray dwarf to his eyes and looked at it.
