Doomsday Code

Just as he was looking at Chen Cheng with resentful eyes, his mentor Melinda called him behind him.

"Coles, why are you hiding here? Are you scared? Don't be afraid, there is an old man..."

However, the little boy didn't know if his brain had been confused by the fire of jealousy these days. Without waiting for Melinda to finish her words, he turned around and ran out of the academy with the big guy beside him.

Melinda didn't expect that she just wanted to comfort Coles and told him that he could come to the teacher if he was scared, but he ran out of the academy in anger.

As his mentor, Melinda was naturally very concerned about his safety. Just as Melinda was about to catch up, Isabel came forward and pulled her back, saying:

"Your magical attainments are higher than mine, so help me here. I'll go get that kid back."

Melinda also knew that this magic circle was very important. Moreover, as a practitioner of both magic and combat, Isabel might not be as skilled in magic as herself, but she was still better than herself in actual combat.

Whether she was chasing Coles or protecting him from behind, she was better than me.

Coles is indeed a genius with top assassin talent. Not long after he ran out, Isabel, a gold-level strongman, could no longer find his trace.

At this time, Coles was completely overwhelmed by anger. He just wanted to escape from that place where everyone cared about such a slave. He simply could not accept that he, the son of a baron, plotted against a slave, and in the end the slave was still safe and sound.

Moreover, Melinda's words of comfort that followed were a mockery to him, as she thought that he, the son of a baron, did not have the courage of a lowly slave.

The waiting and disappointment these days have almost driven him crazy, and he really wants to rush to Huidun and question him.

She questioned him why she saw her fiancée being affectionate with a slave in the crystal image, but he did not kill him for the sake of his noble dignity, and now she has to stay by his side and obey his orders.

He also wanted to grab Professor Penbes by the collar and question him. He, Brown, was just a slave. Did he have to be treated so courteously just because he used super-level magic? He was just a slave who could be killed at any time.

He also wanted to question those admirers of Chen Cheng in the academy, have you all forgotten that you are all children of nobles and he is just a lowly slave.

He was born as a slave to please us, but why do you worship him and please him with your worship?

These days, the little boy Coles' mind was full of these angry questions. He wanted to utter his own questions and roars, but when he saw that everyone liked Chen Cheng, he backed off.

Then he became angry at his own cowardice and retreat, and thought to himself that he was a waste. He was even worse than those guys who fawned over Chen Cheng, and he was actually scared by a slave.

In this complex state of anger and cowardice, the little boy who had received a traditional aristocratic education had gone completely crazy.

It can be said that poor little boy Coles is the most typical example of a person driven crazy by this set of class education concepts.

At this time, on the top of the cliff, the alchemist looked at the magic crystal in his hand and saw a very pure thread of anger suddenly appearing. He was also slightly surprised and said:

"I didn't expect that there would be such a talented person in this remote place. This place is worthy of being the place where the King's Sword was born."

The alchemist reached out and pushed aside the many threads of emotion, then grasped the thread of anger that came from Coles.

And the anger this guy generated was so pure that he was also interested in why he was so angry.

He wanted to see why this guy who provided him with pure anger was so angry. Perhaps after understanding it, it would be helpful for him to collect emotional power in the future.

The alchemist's thoughts quickly invaded Coles' anger. After his thoughts came into contact with Coles' anger, the thoughts of the platinum-level strong man were almost led astray by Coles and turned into anger.

Then the alchemist felt Coles' extreme anger. The fire of anger seemed to burn the world and was filled with extreme tyranny.

The alchemist secretly praised Coles as a genius in the art of alchemy's emotions.

I don’t know whether Coles should be happy or not. None of the talents he possesses are in the formal magic system.

He either has a top talent for lurking and hiding or a top talent for controlling emotions. Perhaps he was born to be an evil villain.

Then, as the alchemist's thoughts deepened, he finally saw the source of Coles' anger.

Then, his mind instantly received a large amount of information about people, and he was almost distracted and turned into a fool by the impact of this information.

At this moment, the alchemist was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He did not expect that the anger of such a weak guy could contain so much information.

Fortunately, Coles was weak, otherwise the alchemist would have been turned into a fool by this attack.

Although this method of invading other people's emotions and snooping into their memories is very dangerous, the alchemist who studies madmen feels very excited.

After accepting Coles's anger towards those who admired and cared for Chen Cheng, he saw the ultimate source of the anger.

A tall, handsome boy wearing a school uniform and smiling sunny, but there is a slave collar around his neck and a rusty iron sword at his waist.

The alchemist did not expect that such a pure anger from Coles would come from such an ordinary slave.

And when he received Coles's angry memory towards Chen Cheng, the alchemist showed a hint of sneering.

"You are indeed a believer in the evil god. Only people like you who believe in the evil god would become so furious because of your so-called identity."

Just as the alchemist was about to withdraw his consciousness from Coles' anger, his consciousness accidentally touched the iron sword on Chen Cheng's waist in Coles' memory.

The next moment, the alchemist felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles and quickly cut off the connection with that consciousness.

However, the weapon's counterattack was too fast, leaving a sword mark on the alchemist's wrinkled forehead, and his forehead bone was also slightly fractured.

A deep red line of blood flowed down his forehead.

Looking at the dripping blood beads, the alchemist showed no pain or fear, but instead showed a somewhat perverted excitement.

He didn't expect that the Sword of the King, which he had been searching for with so much effort, would be found so easily.

Now he has collected so many emotions and found the whereabouts of the artifact.

As long as he uses the power of emotions to pollute the divinity of the artifact, then this sword of the king will be his.

This really means that God is helping him.

The alchemist prayed to the sky to the evil spirit he believed in.

At this time, Chen Cheng, who was discussing with Professor Penbes in the academy how to portray the variable magic in the next step, suddenly felt the sword at his waist tremble. Others did not know about the sword at his waist, but he himself was very clear about the origin of this sword.

According to legend, this sword is the weapon of God. Naturally, this artifact is different from other magic weapons. And now it is vibrating for no reason. Perhaps it senses the coming of danger?

Peng Beisi, who was watching from the side, saw Chen Cheng stop writing and asked nervously:

"What's wrong Brown? Is there something wrong?"

Chen Cheng came to his senses and shook his head.

Even if there is really danger, Professor Penbes is here. If the professor is unable to do anything, then my worry is unnecessary. I should quickly carve out the variable magic needed for the magic circle.

As long as the magic array is formed, Penbes and the other two can find the alchemist and kill him, so that any danger will be gone.

Seeing Chen Cheng shaking his head to indicate that everything was fine, Peng Beis felt much more relieved. The shouting and screaming outside the city could be heard clearly inside the academy.

Now he needs this magic circle to resist the undead, so that he can join forces with Adolf to find the alchemist and kill him.