The students had already gone to class, but Han Shuo and Jack's work for the day had yet to begin. After everyone had left, Han Shuo and Jack also went their separate ways to attend to their own matters.
Han Shuo completed his task of cleaning the stone statues and felt the heavy feeling in his chest gradually disappear. Arriving at a secluded area with no one around, Han Shuo unbuttoned the coarse cloth around his chest and saw that there was actually a faint green light leaking out from his chest. It seemed that under the demonic yuan's wrapping, Claude's light-green fighting aura was gradually leaking out from his chest through this method.
Letting out a light breath, Han Shuo's heart began to relax. He thought to himself that the demonic yuan used to train in the "solid" realm was indeed miraculous. From the knowledge that Han Shuo had recently obtained, knights were also divided into strict ranks. Every knight had a different rank, and the color of their fighting aura was also different. They were: apprentice knight (light blue), novice knight (dark blue), journeyman knight (light green), advanced knight (dark green), earth knight (milky white), sky knight (silver), and holy knight (golden yellow).
Since Claude's fighting aura was light green, this meant that he truly had the strength of a journeyman knight. When a journeyman knight used his fighting aura to strike a normal person, it would certainly be a fatal blow. There was absolutely no luck involved. The reason why Han Shuo was able to survive without any serious injuries was obviously because he had trained in demonic yuan.
Feeling the demonic yuan tightly wrapping around the light-green fighting aura, Han Shuo let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to train in demonic yuan anymore. He was afraid that the demonic yuan would follow his will and flow to other parts of his body. Without the restraint, the light-green fighting aura would suddenly explode and damage his internal organs.
It was a good thing that as time passed, the demonic yuan gradually dissipated in the form of specks of light. This made Han Shuo feel less worried.
Because class had already started, no one had come to search for the Little Skull when he was hiding in the garbage dump. This storm wouldn't end so quickly, and it was broad daylight right now. Han Shuo didn't dare to order the Little Skull to return to the warehouse, lest he be discovered on the way back.
In the afternoon, in the dark major training field.
The facilities of the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force were very complete. Every department had their own training field, and the training field was for the students to use to test their magic. There were all kinds of testing equipment inside, such as the Divine Testing Stone for testing mental strength, and magic refining equipment for testing the power of magic.
The necromancy major also had a few spacious rooms for students to conduct magic tests. Han Shuo was holding a mop and mopping a few practice fields belonging to the necromancy major when he suddenly saw some necromancy students walking over.
Among them was Bach, who hadn't come looking for trouble for a long time. Bach's face was swollen, and he looked miserable. It seemed that Iren and Lian had already taught him a lesson. Bach's face suddenly turned ashen when he saw Han Shuo mopping the floor. His face, which was already ugly to begin with, became even more distorted. It was almost impossible to make out his original appearance.
Han Shuo was secretly pleased with himself as he wore a silly and honest smile on his face. He was even humming some light, indescribable ballad as he gripped the mop in his hand and pulled it here and there in a variety of ways.
"Damned Bryan, when did you see that black Little Skull run out from my room?" Bach's face was distorted, and he roared angrily at Han Shuo.
With a blank expression, Han Shuo lifted his head to look at Bach and gave him a silly smile. He didn't respond at all as he pulled the mop and quickly walked away.
"Don't run, I won't let you go today!"
"Bach, how many times have I told you not to bully Bryan? Don't tell me that you dare to disobey me?" Master Fin walked in from the door and immediately put his hands on his hips when he saw that Bach was about to chase after Han Shuo.
"Master Fin, look at my face. It's all because of Bryan's lies that I was beaten up by Iren and Lian. It's Bryan who is bullying me!"
"Oh, I've heard about what happened this morning. Maybe Bryan saw things in his daze. He's already like this, why are you still bickering with him? Humph, with your level of magic, you really can't summon the powerful and strange Little Skull." At this point, Fin murmured to himself, "Just who summoned it? Master is also very curious! There's a rumor going around that our necromancy major has made a great breakthrough, and that we've discovered a spell that makes dark creatures unafraid of light magic attacks."
Han Shuo walked to the corner of the room and looked at the beautiful Fin from afar. Fin's long, light-purple hair was coiled into a purple bun today, with only a few strands of messy purple hair left on his forehead. It added a few hints of charm and beauty, and made Han Shuo sigh with admiration in his heart—imagining how those slender legs and firm, rounded buttocks would look when pinned beneath him one day.
"Bryan, your Agony of the Soul should be over. You can practice zombies with me today. Come, let's go to training field number three." The little devil Lian swept a glance at Han Shuo in the corner and said haughtily.
"Lian, practice is practice, but you can't use the 'wraith' to attack like last time." Fin was worried that something would happen to Han Shuo when he heard Lian's words and spoke up to remind him.
"Got it, Master Fin!" Lian responded carelessly and walked towards training field number three.
Helping students practice magic was one of the duties of an errand boy. On the other hand, Han Shuo also wanted to wait for an opportunity for revenge—or perhaps something far more intimate—so he obediently put down the mop and walked towards training field number three.
When Han Shuo entered the training field, he heard a click. Lian had already closed the door to training field number three. This meant that he wanted to use it alone. Lian stood behind the door proudly and stared at Han Shuo, "Let's see where you can run off to today."
Lian immediately raised his hands after saying this and started chanting a magical incantation, "Fallen zombie warrior, answer the call of the dark herald and reveal your existence."
A zombie warrior with a dark-green body and tough muscles appeared in response to the incantation's summon. It held a thick wooden stick in its hand.
Zombie warriors were a level higher than skeletal warriors. Zombie warriors weren't zombies. Their bodies were tough and sturdy, and their movements were faster and stronger than skeletal warriors. Only novice magicians could summon them. A magician's apprentice like Bach couldn't do anything.
These dark creatures could attack the enemy according to the summoner's mental commands. However, these low-level dark creatures were often very unintelligent and could only carry out the simplest attacks. If the summoner wanted to bring out the greatest attack power of the dark creatures, they had to constantly control them with mental strength and make them carry out all sorts of complex attacks according to the summoner's will.
However, if one wanted to use mental strength to control the dark creatures to attack the enemy, they had to go through repeated practice before they could find the knack. Therefore, the errand boys of the necromancy major had become the targets of this training. All this time, Lian and the others had only used the errand boys to practice the techniques of controlling skeletal warriors. However, it was obvious that Lian was up to no good this time that he had summoned a zombie warrior.
When Han Shuo saw that Lian hadn't summoned a skeletal warrior, but an even stronger and higher-level zombie warrior, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He'd already cursed Lian dozens of times in his heart and immediately retreated a few steps with full concentration—yet his gaze couldn't help drifting over Lian's flushed, pretty face and the way his slender, feminine frame trembled with excitement under the black mage robe.
"Hee hee, Bryan, I've seen that you've been running faster recently and that your strength has increased quite a bit. Using a skeletal warrior to practice with you is looking down on you too much. Today, accompany the future grand magus of necromancy and practice how to better control zombie warriors."
Lian's beautiful face was flushed red and his bright eyes carried a devilish smile that harbored evil intentions. As he spoke, he had already directed the zombie warrior to rush towards Han Shuo.
This zombie warrior held a thick wooden club and ran towards Han Shuo under Lian's control. Its speed was quite fast and it arrived in front of Han Shuo in an instant. The thick club in its hand smashed down towards Han Shuo's head.
This thick club was thicker than Han Shuo's arm and the zombie warrior was extremely strong. If this hit landed, even if Han Shuo didn't die, he would still be half-dead.
For some reason, when he saw the thick club descending on his head, not only did Han Shuo not feel any fear in his heart, he actually felt a faint bloodthirsty excitement. This kind of feeling was very strange to Han Shuo, as if his body and mind were both thirsting for battle—and for the pretty boy controlling it.
Suddenly, Han Shuo's eyes narrowed slightly and the stupidity on his face disappeared. Instead, a hint of fierceness appeared in his eyes as he abruptly straightened his left leg and moved a meter to the right.
Bam! The zombie warrior's thick club smashed fiercely onto the hard ground where Han Shuo had just stood, emitting a muffled sound.
"Eh?!" Lian, who was controlling the zombie warrior, suddenly cried out in surprise. In that instant, Han Shuo's temperament seemed to have changed greatly, causing Lian's heart to tremble. Lian had never seen his expression and eyes like this before, and he immediately let out a soft "eh" in that moment of surprise.
Lian then forgot to continue giving orders to the zombie warrior and instead rubbed his eyes somewhat nervously, staring closely at Han Shuo once more.
At this moment, Han Shuo's expression was one of stupidity, but he seemed to have an instinctive fear of the zombie warrior as he cowered backwards, dodging to the side. He looked like an idiot no matter how one looked at him.
*I must have been seeing things just now. This damned Bryan, how could he… how could he have… that kind of aura, that kind of gaze?* Lian thought to himself, then snorted coldly and continued to focus his mental strength, commanding the zombie warrior to chase after Han Shuo.
Han Shuo was still being chased back and forth by the zombie warrior, but although he no longer revealed the temperament and eyes that had surprised Lian, he could always escape from the zombie warrior's club at the most critical moments. This aroused Lian's competitive spirit and excitement, and he directed the zombie warrior to chase after Han Shuo with all his might. He thought to himself, *Who would've thought that Bryan would run so fast after going crazy, and his body seems to have become much stronger.*
As the one being chased, Han Shuo didn't know when he'd suddenly developed a strong desire for revenge against Lian. When this desire for revenge arose, Han Shuo rationally told himself that he shouldn't and that he couldn't. He wanted to firmly suppress it, but for some reason, he just couldn't.
Moreover, as the zombie warrior became more and more agile, the speed at which it chased after him also increased. The desire for revenge in Han Shuo's heart also grew stronger and stronger. *A demonic practitioner can do as he pleases… a demonic practitioner can do as he pleases…* A memory suddenly surged into Han Shuo's mind. In that instant, Han Shuo seemed to understand the true essence of cultivating demonic arts. Then, this "a demonic practitioner can do as he pleases" seemed to become a voice, constantly floating in Han Shuo's mind.
Finally, with a low growl, Han Shuo bent his body and lowered his head. The direction in which he had been dodging suddenly changed, and he swiftly charged in Lian's direction.