In the heart of Protos Royal Magic Academy.
Inside the enormous Council Hall, the profound power and weighty historical glory it reflected silently enveloped every corner.
All sound in the hall seemed to have been severed by the changes on the screen, leaving behind a terrifying silence.
On the screen, the classroom that had been harmonious just minutes ago had transformed into something resembling a hellish gladiatorial arena.
Terrifying blood flowed through every corner of the classroom, while scattered around were clearly sliced-apart instruments and incomplete desks and cabinets.
At the center of the scene, Lanchi still wore a friendly smile, as though nothing had happened.
He was helping the teachers who had come to retrieve the students.
"Thanks for your hard work."
After helping load a student from the classroom onto a transport carriage, Lanchi waved to the teacher in charge of the rescue and spoke.
"..."
The rescue teacher had no idea how to comment on the situation and hurried away.
He had truly never seen anything like this.
Dozens of students were dying inside and outside.
It would take several trips just to transport them all.
If he killed any more, even the hospital would run out of room!
If they were forced to transfer the severely injured students to the Public Hospital in the imperial capital, Helrom, then a pile of news media would probably report that a large-scale campus terrorist attack had occurred at Protos Royal Magic Academy.
Besides, how could this man help load those students onto stretchers like a kindhearted passerby? Wasn't he the mastermind behind it all?!
At the same time, on the other side of the screen, in front of the conference table.
"..."
"How many students did he kill this time?"
It was not only the students inside the classroom.