Chapter 232: Mighty like a god
Not only did Principal Browning see the giant face in the sky, but many people, including the enemy, who were in the "open air" environment, noticed it at the first time.
Those who don't know Meren will feel shocked and even terrified because of this, for fear that the owner of this face is something like an ancient evil **** quietly descending.
And those who knew Mellen were basically stunned after being stunned.
Because most people don't know that there is an heir in the world.
Of course, they can't understand why, in their perception, Iger Wilson, a mixed-race student who belongs to the younger generation, has such power.
"Heaven Comes"
This leaves a lot of people at a loss.
Several professors who were instructed by the old president of the Mixed-Blood Association to take care of Melen even felt a deep sense of absurdity when they looked up at the faces with huge eyes that blinked like a lake.
"What shall we do next?"
In a tavern in a city outside the school, the tavern owner who had been visited by the pirate chief to seek cooperation had already gathered a group of people, ready to sneak into Fort St. Grant to assassinate him in the chaos.
As a result, they encountered such an amazing change just after they walked out of the tavern.
What's even more shocking is that after a few glances, the owner of the giant face actually stretched out **** like the sky and pinched the equally huge sea giant away!
No matter how the opponent struggles, it is of no use at all!
Watching Iger Wilson's face disappear at the end of the sky, these elite assassins are in a dilemma one by one.
They didn't know Iger, but they could tell from the action that this one was standing on the side of Fort St. Grant.
And Fort St. Grant has such a powerful existence as a backer, if they continue to attack that school, aren't they courting death?
The eyes of the assassins were thus focused on the tavern owner, their leader.
The leader was looking up at the sky at this moment, motionless.
Wearing tight-fitting black casual clothes, she looks extremely professional with a strong masked posture.
It's just that this professional assassin, after being stunned for a long time, said something extremely "frustrating".
"Return where we are, as if we have never been out of this door."
He turned his head and said to his subordinates in a deep voice: "If you encounter someone running to destroy the city, you should do it, don't hesitate."
"Remember that we are good people, good citizens who resolutely maintain the stability of the city, and absolute supporters of Fort St. Grant."
If this was said before, it would only be a joke.
But now, when the subordinates heard it, they nodded in agreement.
…
Similar choices have occurred in many places, and allies who have just drawn over are of course not very reliable.
As the betrayed party, William Pantolia did not see it with his own eyes.
But when he reacted from the shock, he immediately understood how the corresponding situation would evolve.
"Where the **** is this just surviving?"
He couldn't help but yelled, "Damn Hodgson, he was speechless, he must have known all this and went to the opposite side!"
Angry, scared, frustrated...
The emotions of the pirate chief at this time were very complicated, but most of them were remorse.
I regret that I should not have listened to the words of the ally who is the leader of the Scarlet Cross, and did not retreat in time.
I regret that I shouldn't underestimate the heir, and even now, being imprisoned by such a powerful "space magic" as a caged bird—
Although I look around now, I can't see anything else abnormal.
But as a power leader with a large number of subordinates, it is of course impossible for him to fail to notice that at the end of the sea outside the city, a barrier has already appeared that isolates everything, and even the people who follow him are urgently calling for help.
In other words, it seems that there is no other change except that the overall environment has become smaller, but in fact, they are no longer in the original sea area!
Where, William doesn't know, but he can think of it with his butt, which must be within the master's control behind that face!
Moreover, he could clearly see the situation when the sea giant was "carried away" just now.
The appearance of struggling endlessly, screaming in terror like the wind of the abyss, but completely unable to break free from the master, is simply killing chickens and warning monkeys!
Even such an ancient disaster can be easily handled and deal with other people, isn't it easy?
Then, who would dare to move?
And he invested a lot of human and material resources in this sea area, and carefully prepared everything for five or six years, even his own life, could he still keep it?
The future is unpredictable, but William is full of pessimism.
…
He actually thought a bit too much, because Meren didn't dare to move now.
In other words, unable to move.
Because he has discovered that it is very expensive to interfere with everything by himself.
This consumption is not aimed at himself, but at Fort St. Grant itself—
In the study at this time, the huge yellow map was still quietly placed on the surface of the desk, but above it, there was a hazy phantom.
The phantom is composed of oceans, islands, cities, dark clouds, and the core school. It is roughly circular and slowly rotates over the map. The people and buildings inside are all lifelike and vivid.
Especially in the depths of the ocean around the island, the situation in which the large and dense "shoals of fish" fled to the ocean boundary in panic, but couldn't escape the area no matter how they collided, made Merron suddenly feel that he had become a god.
It is a pity that above all of this, that is, above the dark clouds of Mohu Lake, a diamond-shaped blue crystal is quietly floating.
It was originally the size of one of Meren's palms, but before, as Meren carried the giant away, the palm-sized crystal instantly shrunk by nearly a third!
"This ability, the biggest role is to bluff..."
Merron, who was sitting at the desk, was silent because of this.
In the corner of the desk, there is a dark blue-skinned Cyclops statue, which is the sea giant he just brought out.
Once separated from the phantom, it seems to have been petrified, frozen and motionless.
No matter how Merron played with it, it was like a dead thing.
Melon could feel that the monster didn't really die, it was just "sealed".
In other words, unable to maintain life in the study.
To make it alive, just throw it back.
But it takes so much energy to take out the monster, and then put it in, will it consume the same amount of energy?
Seeing that during the period of maintaining the phantom, the crystal floating above the sea of clouds was always "evaporating" at a weak but continuous speed.
Merron didn't dare to hesitate any longer, got up and rushed out of the suitcase.
He now wants to confirm one thing, that is, what is the current situation outside the suitcase under such changes?
He walked hurriedly to the edge of the corridor, climbed up the ladder to the exit, pushed it away, and what he saw made him both surprised and relieved.
The surroundings were bright and the sky was cloudless.
At this time, the suitcase is floating faintly above a vast and dark abysswww.wuxiaspot.com At the end of the four directions, there is the boundless sea that is severing the current.
Fort St. Grant, the island, and a nearby sea are now gone.
But their original positions were not occupied by other things.
Obviously, the hazy phantom and everything corresponding to the phantom are not really in the suitcase, but in a special state...
"So what would happen if I left here with my suitcase now?"
This thought made Meren a little curious, but after looking at the calm abyss and ocean around him, he didn't dare to act rashly.
Retract head back to suitcase.
Merron, who returned to the study, finally glanced at the slowly turning "small world", and then pulled the golden scepter out of the mechanism socket.
So the phantom floating on the map flickered a few times, and then dissipated like smoke in an instant!