The moment the paper airplane plunged into the Corpse Pool, the small cluster of flickering flames at the tip of the airplane suddenly flared up. Not only did it ignite the airplane in an instant, it even set off a two-meter tall wall of flames.
The blazing flames rushed out of the metal door with a boom. In a short period of time, a large part of the air was burned into a sea of fire, and the metal door was warped red from the heat.
Methane was a flammable gas. It only needed a little spark to ignite it. Moreover, the Corpse Pool was essentially a huge methane pool. There were too many corpses in it, and it was filled with flammable and explosive gases in an anaerobic environment. At this time, it only needed a little spark to reap an unexpected surprise.
For example … an explosion.
After the Zong Jiu yelled, "Get down!", everyone did as they were told without thinking.
The scorching hot air rose into the sky, as if it carried the resentment of countless people who had died in this school. It let out a mournful wail, and the rush made the hair of those who were lying on the ground curl up.
Once the fire was ignited, it was unstoppable. In a few seconds, it spread to the inside of the Corpse Pool.
Almost at the same time, the ground of the field cracked open. The cement bricks and tiles were thrown into the air by the explosion, and the flower beds on the side were blasted into pieces. Immediately, yellow sand and rocks flew everywhere.
The trainees were already prepared for the explosion. They either hid on the stairs of the teaching building or hid in the corners of the field not covered by the Corpse Pool. Only a few unlucky ones were hit by the flying rocks and rocks. They cried out in pain and rolled to the ground.
The teaching assistants were not so lucky.
The teaching assistants who were blocked by the metal door were the first to be hit. They were the first to be buried in the sea of fire. Those on the field who did not manage to escape in time were also thrown to the ground. The flesh on their faces without facial features was twisted together. Their lips cracked open into a thin slit, and they let out a scream. It was a horrifying sight.
A huge flame burst out of the crack in the middle of the field that was destroyed beyond recognition. It rose a few meters high.
The next moment, the question bank, which was only one wall away from the Corpse Pool, was also burned to ashes.
Thousands of test papers that were piled from the ground to the ceiling, pre-printed test papers, the source of the entire school's pain … All of them burned, becoming the perfect fuel for the fire. It seemed to engulf the world and roared angrily.
Feeling the impact of the explosion at such a close distance, the trainees outside the metal door did not feel good.
Fortunately, when No.1 Middle School built this underground area, they followed the design standards of a bomb shelter. Even though the explosion occurred in the underground corridor, the explosion direction was horizontal. Because of the high load capacity, the vertical direction was only engulfed by the sea of fire. and tenaciously withstanding the first wave of the explosion... and the trainees, who were in front of the metal door....
Perhaps the teaching staff of the First High School had never dreamed that they would end up being buried in the same place as the Corpse Pool. They had deliberately set up a stable load-bearing structure and had asked the teaching assistants to guard the pool. ...............
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They were the closest to the center of the explosion. Not only were their skin lightly burned, but their ears were also bleeding from the powerful sound waves. Their ears buzzed, and they could not hear anything for a while. Zong Jiu had no choice but to rely on body language to drag them out one by one.
Now, it was only one round of explosion. With the safety level of the biogas pool, it was possible that the entire school building could not be saved. Staying here now was a dead end.
Why did they have to choose to make a move at the last moment? It was because the pocket dimension would not close until noon today.
This was also the ultimate reason why Zong Jiu had said that he had thought of a solution, but that they could only use it during the final exam. If they blew up this lousy school during the midterm exam, then they would not be able to complete the main mission. It would be like shooting themselves in the foot.
Their quick action just now was not bad. According to the normal process, they would have to stay here for another four hours. Midway, not only would they have to meet the requirement of the main system to destroy the pocket dimension, but they would also have to survive to complete the two missions in one go.
The grim situation the trainees were facing made the bullet screen anxious.
[They still have to stay here for another four hours, but there are so many teaching assistants. What are they going to do?]
[They have to continue to add fuel to the fire during these four hours. Otherwise, just blowing up the biogas pool would not be enough for the main system to determine that the pocket dimension has been destroyed. Otherwise, the actions of that master would not be so difficult to imitate. Sigh, actually, this pocket dimension is not bad. There is still a way to survive.]
[The problem is that many of the trainees here are injured. To hold on for another four hours, I don't want to say this, but it is quite difficult.]
[I can still trust everyone. Anyway, when I think about this pocket dimension and that master, I am completely relieved.]
[Wake up, No. 1 has not helped the trainees. Did you not follow the stream from the beginning of this pocket dimension?]
Fortunately, the trainees were not completely unprepared.
Soon, the survivors in the live stream knew what other preparations the trainees had made in the past two weeks.
"Class 9! Ready, attack! "
Every class was not idle, especially Class 9, who had collected enough books and test papers during this time.
This morning, they had piled up all the books and test papers at the door.
Now, all the Class 9 trainees rushed forward with the books in their hands. They seemed to have forgotten the bloody scars on their backs and the bone-piercing pain that made them feel as if they were rolling on the tip of a knife with every step they took. Each of them had a happy smile on their faces, as if they had gotten their revenge. They started a fire in the biogas hole that had been blown up on the field and rushed to the classroom on the other side of the teaching building, spreading the precious fire seed to every classroom on every floor.
"Hahahahaha."
Laughter was mixed in with the sound of the explosion, full of the most primitive joy.
The bullet screen also became happy, spamming out waves after waves of "This is so satisfying!" [Burn! Destroy this pocket dimension!] [Sir, are you a single dog? This lighting position is very suitable to join my big FFF group, comic.jpg]
The classroom inside every glass window was ignited, reflecting a bright light.
The flames roared and engulfed the entire corridor in a sea of fire.
On the other side, there were people who threw fire seeds into the dormitory windows.
When they left the dormitory, they did not close the windows. Once the books wrapped in flames were thrown in, the quilts, bedding, and pillowcases made of cotton all burst into flames. In a short while, it was a sea of fire.
The trainees ran around the campus happily, like the torchbearers who carried the torch during the annual Olympian Games. They were the incarnation of Prometheus who stole the Apollo Chariot. They ran around with the hope they had ignited, hoping to sow some seeds of fire.
Just as they were passing the fire, the second explosion arrived.
One explosion after another made people dizzy. A large amount of unpleasant smell from the biogas pool rose to the sky and spread in this narrow area, making people feel nauseous.
When they were passing the fire, the class monitors of each class were methodically directing the trainees.
Now was the best time to fish in troubled waters before the teaching assistants reacted.
Not only the Class 9 trainees, but all the trainees returned the anger they had suffered in this lousy school for the past one hundred and twenty days.
The explosion of the biogas pool only killed the Head of Teaching. The principal, who rarely appeared, did not appear. They were not naive enough to think that this would be enough to eliminate the entire military strength of No.1 Middle School. There would be a lot to go on.
Dark Magus Pan Shou stood at the side, as if he had nothing to do with this matter.
His dark green eyes looked past No.2, past the unclear puppet string on No.2's head, and drifted to the back.
When Zong Jiu himself did not expect it, he had shaken Fan Zhuo's memories. In addition, this pocket dimension was a paradise for No.1, which gave the demon the opportunity to give him such a big gift.
When all was said and done, half of the entire Class S school was now under the demon's control. Even the leader of the Night people, who had been on high alert all this time, could not escape this calamity. Although inserting a single puppet string would not do much, at most he could only read Fan Zhuo's memories. He would not be able to control Fan Zhuo at all. Moreover, based on Fan Zhuo's vigilance, it would be difficult to increase the number of puppet strings in a short amount of time.
But then again, after inserting the first string, it was only logical that he would continue to insert more. As long as No.2 himself did not notice, it was only a matter of time before he was completely under the demon's control.
The trainees cried out in alarm in the distance. "Run! The building's foundation has been blown up. It's going to collapse!"
Although he was one step closer to his ultimate goal of making a deal with the main system, the demon appeared to be somewhat dispirited.
He leaned in the shadows and watched as the entire No.1 Middle School was engulfed in flames. He watched as the left wing of the school building collapsed. He watched as the white-haired youth jumped up like an elf. Although his face was covered in a thick layer of dust, his eyes were still as bright as before. He nimbly shuttled through the smoke and ruins. The cards in his hand were lit up, and the cards flew to different places.
With such a series of fire transfers and explosions, No.1 Middle School was completely destroyed.
The buildings collapsed, and the sports field was blown up. Not only was there no way to tell what it originally looked like, it was a scene of devastation and was beyond recognition. If the demon were to comment, he would say that although the pocket dimension was destroyed, the process was not aesthetically pleasing. It was not in line with his aesthetic standards.
This group of trainees was quite lucky. They had found an alternative Life Gate in this seemingly hopeless pocket dimension.
No.1 carelessly propped up his head with a lazy expression.
There were many ways to destroy a pocket dimension, but all of them were as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Compared to the demon's favorite method, the physical method of destroying a pocket dimension was more difficult. This was because the background of a high-level dungeon was laid out in a strange world. If one wanted to destroy it physically, they would have to destroy the world. Even if it was the No.1 dungeon, it would be nonsense to directly destroy a dungeon through physical means.
The trainees were strong because of their individual strength. Even the self-propelled weapon Fan Zhuo, who was recognized as the strongest individual strength, could at most split open a steel plate with his bare hands. With the main system's premise of "not breaking through human strength", no matter how strong he was, it was impossible to become a Super Saiyan.
Even if it was the Mental Hospital and Famine Pocket Dimension that they had previously experienced, Zhuge An could not completely destroy it. Fan Zhuo also could not do it. No S-class could do it, except for the demons.
Just like this pocket dimension of No.1 Middle School, it belonged to an independent world. Fortunately, the main system had set a scene restriction and opened the Corpse Pool, a Life Gate in an absolute dead end. Otherwise, wanting to destroy this pocket dimension was undoubtedly a fantasy. It was impossible to steal this world's nuclear weapons and bomb it.
However … good luck was also a kind of strength.
The man silently curved the corners of his mouth and quietly blended into the shadows.
The remaining trainees stood back to back on the southwest side of the field, which was not covered by the Corpse Pool. Across the sea of fire, they looked at the teaching assistants outside. The principal, who had not been seen before, also appeared. He stood behind the crowd with a big belly, his face twisted.
In this group, there was suddenly an additional faceless person.
No.15 had been forcibly dragged over by Class 9. Even if he had become a faceless trainee, Class 9 did not throw him aside. Instead, they sent a few people to guard him and drag him to a safe place.
Zong Jiu stood guard at the front. He wrapped Firebringer's test paper into a ball and threw it at the teaching assistant who was trying to break out of the encirclement.
The teaching assistant could not dodge in time and was burned by the flames. His body stiffened and he did not reach out to extinguish the fire. Instead, he stood in place and waited for the flames to spread.
It turned out that they were afraid of fire!
Although just now he was running for his life, Zong Jiu was also paying close attention to the reaction of the pocket dimension's NPCs. He was splashed in the face by the smoke, and now there was so much dust on his face that it was difficult to look at.
Fortunately, multitasking was not for nothing. In fact, it could be said that he had gained a lot.
Around the flames, the faceless people's movements became extraordinarily slow.
Although they did not have faces, they were no different from humans in everything else. Naturally, they were afraid of fire.
What was even more gratifying was that he discovered that if a faceless person died in the flames, the skin and flesh on their faces would distort, as if they had turned into twisted and pale ghost faces and were charred in the blazing fire.
Zong Jiu told his discovery to everyone.
The leader of the Night people nodded. His red eyes were heavy as he pulled out his military knife from his Backpack.
"We have to take the initiative to attack. If I'm not wrong, not only do we have to destroy the scene, but we have to at least eliminate these NPCs to truly destroy the pocket dimension of No.1 Middle School."
After the item lost its effect, the infamous "Caligula" also lost the bloody glow that accompanied it when it was unsheathed.
Caligula was the third emperor of the Roman Empire in history. Ancient Rome was full of tyrants, and naturally, he was also famous. The military knife that was named after this emperor was the same. As long as it caused a wound on the enemy, the blade would continuously absorb the enemy's blood like a thirsty demon.
The military knife Caligula was a weapon that Fan Zhuo was bestowed with when he obtained the vampire bloodline in the S-level pocket dimension. After being conferred the title of Vampire, it was also a genuine A-level item. Later, he had a fortuitous encounter in other pocket dimensions and was strengthened to S-level, greatly increasing Fan Zhuo's personal strength. It was also one of the reasons why he was so confident in his position as No. 2.
However, even without the enhancement of the special item's ability, this did not diminish Caligula's reputation in the slightest.
At least, when it picked up a burning page and sent it to the faceless person's chest, there was not the slightest bit of sluggishness.
Since No. 2 had said so, naturally, no trainee would doubt it.
"Don't do it! They're afraid of fire. Just let the fire burn this place down. "
Now that everyone's combat strength was at its lowest, they had no choice but to use this method.
In order to save paper, everyone followed the Zong Jiu's example, crumpling the pages into balls and using them as incendiary bombs, throwing them everywhere.
The effect was gratifying. The raging inferno, which had originally been raging fiercely, joined together and surrounded the entire field.
Countless faceless people howled in grief as they disappeared into the flames. Their ugly faces were twisted together, turning into charred human bodies.
"Rumble —"
After an unknown amount of time, there was another ear-piercing sound of a building collapsing.
At this point, No.1 Middle School's numerous teaching buildings were no longer intact. All of them had either collapsed or been blown up. It was incomparably miserable.
Everyone was anxious because they still had four faceless people left to deal with.
The principal of No.1 Middle School was really too cowardly. He had been hiding behind the teaching assistant, pulling a few people to stand in an empty space in the sea of fire. He even tried to take out his phone to contact the outside world for help.
Because the two sides were really quite far apart, there was no way for him to transmit the fire over. Even the Zong Jiu, who had lost its strengthening effect, could not do anything. It could be said that he was really anxious to the point of running in circles.
"What do we do? Do we force our way in? "
"No."
The Zong Jiu immediately rejected the suggestion. "With such a long distance and such a big fire, it's not certain if we can run over. It's more likely that we'll be burned to death halfway through."
As the ideas proposed were rejected one by one, everyone was at their wit's end.
The audience in the live broadcast room was even more anxious than them.
[I'm so anxious, I'm so anxious, can we break out?]
[There are still ten minutes left, come on, hang in there!]
[Go go go, whether or not we can destroy this dungeon depends on this move.]
[This principal is really a chicken … He's been hiding there like a coward, but there's such a long sea of fire between us. If we really go over, we'll die. Sigh, if only we could use special items.]
Just as everyone was at their wits' end, an unforeseen event occurred.
No.15, who had been protected behind the Class 9 trainees, suddenly moved.
He rushed straight up, knocking aside the trainees in front of him, and rushed into the sea of fire without looking back.
The trainees who were knocked aside were all stunned and sat on the ground, scratching their heads.
"Dorm Leader!"
This change was so shocking that no one could react for a moment. Only No.98 roared as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes as he roared at the sea of fire with all his strength, "What are you doing, can you understand us? Come back!"
But No.15, who had turned into a faceless man, turned a deaf ear.
He ran forward, the soles of his shoes and trousers charred from stepping into the fire, but he continued to rush forward as if he couldn't feel the pain. He ran straight to where the principal and the two teaching assistants were.
Even the bullet screen was shocked.
[F * ck, what's going on, this is the first time I've heard of a faceless man having consciousness?]
[Can faceless men be transformed back? But I remember that the clues from several classes said that faceless men can't be transformed back. Is this a bug in the main system?]
[That's not right. Previously, several classes had conducted experiments on the faceless trainees to see if they had really lost their self-awareness like the zombies in the [Doomsday Dungeon]. In the end, everyone came to the same conclusion. If they hadn't lost their self-awareness, how could the main system not accept them?]
[Wait, sisters, don't worry, I suddenly remembered, Class 9's No.15 is not right. The faceless men in other classes were turned into faceless men by the oppression of the environment and despair, but Class 9's No.15 is not. He voluntarily became a faceless man out of love for his companions. Even if there are differences between this kind of faceless man and those who were forced to become faceless, it's still reasonable, right?]
[Ah! What Jimei said above makes sense! I second that!]
A second before he was about to reach his destination, No.15 finally turned around.
In the distant fire, for a moment, Class 9 seemed to see the quiet and gentle face that was always smiling, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
But there was no such thing.
The face on the other side of the fire was still flat, smooth, and expressionless, and showed no signs of changing back.
Only at the last moment did it open a long gap, just like all the other faceless men when they spoke and gargled.
The lips were moving, trying to say something, but it was too late.
No.15 had already crossed the sea of fire that was half the size of a basketball court at the cost of becoming a flaming man. Even his hair was in clumps, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
Of course, at this time, no one paid attention to this.
All the trainees knew what No.15 was going to do next. Class 9's voices were hoarse from shouting, and one by one, they were sobbing uncontrollably.
"No.15, if you have the guts to understand, why don't you come back! Come back! "
"F * ck you, you obviously still have consciousness. Is it fun to keep us in the dark like fools?!"
"You and No.99 are two idiots! Do you hear me! Big idiot!! "
Listening to the scolding behind him, No.15 laughed silently in his heart.
He didn't know why he was laughing, because now his thinking speed seemed to have slowed down countless times. He stood in the same place for a long time, listening to the chaotic explosions in No.1 Middle School. Only then did he realize that his body was one step ahead of him.
Perhaps because of his voluntary transformation, he miraculously retained a trace of self-consciousness, but he couldn't control his body. Instead, his body moved one step ahead of his consciousness and rushed forward.
Perhaps subconsciously, he wanted to protect this cute and warm class with his life.
But just as the diary said, the transformation of a faceless man was irreversible. No matter whether he had consciousness or not, it was impossible for him to return to the trainee dormitory. From the moment he chose to become a faceless man, this ending was already destined. It was irreversible and irreversible.
So, let him do one last thing for Class 9.
No.15 opened his arms, and in the tragic way of passing the fire, he threw the principal and the teaching assistant who were standing in the open space into the dark methane pool behind them, forcibly pulling them into the raging fire.
Shrill screams echoed over the field, and for a long time, no one heard the sound of them falling into the water.
His back was resolute, like a butterfly flying into the fire, a bird with broken wings, completing its final mission.
It was also like he was silently saying to everyone —
He never regretted it.