"Hoo--!"
A strong wind suddenly hit, and the wind and sand blew so hard that people could not open their eyes!
The originally flat dust on the playground was suddenly rolled up, like a torn gray cloth, sweeping across the crowd.
The children subconsciously raised their arms in front of their faces, and the hems of their clothes were pulled to one side by the wind, making a hunting sound.
Under the influence of the strong wind, a dark cloud appeared from nowhere and slowly floated towards them.
Yang Bazuǒ looked up at the huge dark cloud on the horizon, frowned, then shook his head and sighed:
"Oh...Lao Da, it looks like our work was in vain."
"It's going to rain here soon. Our Soul Tool is not mature enough. We can't risk flying in the rain."
"No, Yang Bazuǒ, we can't let the children down!" Lao Da said with certainty.
His eyes retracted from the dark clouds and fell on the group of children. His voice was thick and deep:
"The children have been waiting for us for almost an hour. Look at the expectant eyes of those children. Can you bear to let them down?"
Yang Bazuǒ heard this and glanced around the playground.
The wind was still blowing, and the tiny grains of sand on the playground rolled against the ground, making a tiny crackling sound when they hit the trouser legs.
But the children still kept their eyes wide open, as if they didn't notice that the weather was getting worse, and looked expectantly at their next actions.
A little girl with braids in the front row even took a small step forward, then stepped back as if she realized something.
"Oh! Lao Da... I can't refuse those innocent eyes." Yang Bazuǒ turned his eyes to Lao Da again, his voice became somewhat compromised, "I agree to continue the next flight, but we can't let those innocent children take risks with us."
"I have the same view as you." Lao Da opened the hatch of Flying Soul Tool and sat in.
The hatch clicked beside him, and he stuck his head out and waved to Yang Bazuǒ: "Come up quickly, we want to show off in front of those children!"
"I'm here." Yang Bazuǒ heard this and quickly walked around to the other side of Flying Soul Tool.
He opened the cabin door and put his hand on the door frame, but did not rush to sit in.
Yang Bazuǒ looked up at the dark clouds that were almost directly above them, and said with some worry, "I hope there won't be thunder later, otherwise..."
"Hey! Yang Bazuǒ, what are you doing?" Lao Da's urging voice came from the cockpit, with a bit of impatient energy.
"Here we come!" Yang Bazuǒ heard the words and no longer hesitated. He moved and sat in another position in the cockpit.
The hatch closed beside them, making a dull closing sound.
Lao Da turned his head and glanced at him. "Check the fuselage. If there is no problem, we will take off..."
At the same time, the outside world.
Big raindrops were already floating in the sky.
The raindrops fell on the ground, smashing into small dark dots, which soon connected into pieces, turning the gray soil on the playground into dark brown.
But even though the weather was extremely bad, the more than one hundred Soul Master Academy teachers and students had no intention of leaving.
Some people stood still, some turned slightly sideways to avoid the direction of the wind, but no one turned around and walked away.
They stared at the Iron Dragonfly motionless, not even blinking.
Suddenly--
"Hu--hu--hu--"
The rotor above the Iron Dragonfly suddenly started to rotate!
At first it just rotated slowly, like an awakening thing trying to move its joints, and then the speed became faster and faster, and the sound of the wind brought by the edges of the blades changed from a low buzz to a sharp hiss.
The rainwater hits the rotating blades and is thrown into fine mist, which scatters in all directions.
As time went by, the rotors began to rotate faster and faster, and a heavy sound of breaking through the air was heard, hitting people's eardrums time and time again.
It wasn't until about three minutes later, when the Yang Bazuǒ duo seemed to have finished checking the operation projects before takeoff, that there was a slight mechanical sound in the cabin.
"Children!" Lao Da's voice came from the Iron Dragonfly's Amplifying Soul Tool. Some of the edges were chipped away by the sound of wind and rain, but the uncontrollable excitement could still be heard. "Look! Lao Da is about to take off!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Da pushed the control stick suddenly, and the thing like Iron Dragonfly instantly flew up like an onion on dry land!
The fuselage of Flying Soul Tool suddenly rose up, first hovered for a moment, stabilized its posture, and then flew smoothly towards the sky above everyone's heads despite the strong wind from the outside world.
The raindrops hitting the metal shell made a dense crackling sound, but the fuselage remained stable, and it could not be shaken by wind or rain.
In just a few breaths, it had already flown to an altitude of a thousand meters, beneath the leaden clouds, like an enlarged iron bird wrapped in a curtain of rain.
"Wow--!"
When the children saw this situation, they immediately let out a chorus of exclamations.
"Look! That Iron Dragonfly, which is bigger than a rhinoceros, can actually fly!"
"It flies so high! If only I could sit in it!"
"I have decided! I will also be Soul Engineer from now on!"
The children were chattering away with envy in their voices, and the director "Hei Baman" took out the latest photo, Soul Tool.
The photo Soul Tool was no bigger than a rice bowl, but the price was ridiculously expensive, costing him a thousand Gold Soul Coin.
He held it in the palm of his hand, pressed the button on the side with his fingertips, then turned around, switched the photo-taking Soul Tool to photo-taking mode, stretched out his hand, and put himself and the Soul Tool flying in the air into the same screen.
Hei Baman squinted and adjusted the angle, whispering "Okay, okay, that's it", just when he was about to click to start taking pictures--
"Crack--!"
A thunder suddenly exploded in the sky without warning!
Lightning appeared before the thunder, and a pale light slashed down from the clouds, accidentally hitting the flying Soul Tool.
Immediately afterwards--
"Boom! Bang!"
The sound of explosion sounded, and the Flying Soul Tool instantly disintegrated under the destruction of thunder!
The metal shell disintegrated in all directions like petals torn from the inside, the rotor broke, and the fuselage shattered. In just a moment, it disintegrated into countless metal parts, mixed with fire and smoke, and scattered from high in the sky.
Hei Baman looked at the scene happening on the screen and froze in place. But after all, he had been the dean for many years and his reaction was much faster than ordinary people.
"Quick! Come to me quickly!"
Without caring about anything else, he directly threw away the photo Soul Tool in his hand, then quickly mobilized Soul Power, took a step forward, lifted his hands up hard, and shouted loudly at the same time:
"Seventh Soul Skill--Black Cauldron Avatar!"
In an instant, a phantom of a thirty-meter black iron pot suddenly unfolded above his head, with the mouth of the pot facing down and the bottom of the pot facing up. It was like a giant iron umbrella that was stretched out, tightly covering him and more than a hundred teachers and students.
Although Hei Baman is only a junior Soul Master Academy dean, he has a Soul Saint level of tyrannical strength, and his Martial Soul "Black Cauldron" is one of the best in the defense department Martial Soul.
"Crackling--!"
As those metal parts fell from the air, crackling sounds were heard like raindrops above Black Cauldron.
The fragments landed on the surface of the pot and spattered tiny sparks, some bounced off, and some rolled down the edge of the pot, steaming in the rain.
The children squatted under the pot, their eyes reflecting the traces of light scratched by the falling fragments.
After about a minute, the crackling sound finally stopped.
The rain was still falling, but the sound was obviously much thinner, leaving only the rustle of rain falling on the pot surface.
Hei Baman slowly put away Martial Soul Avatar.
He took a deep breath, not caring to catch his breath, and looked forward anxiously, just as he was about to look for Lao Da and their bodies in the open space--
"Children--!"
Two parachutes slowly fell from the air, one to the left and one to the right. The umbrella surface swayed slightly in the wind and rain, but it still supported the two people as they fell steadily.
Lao Da waved his arms, put on a very forced smile on his face, and shouted to the group of children on the ground who had their heads raised:
"Don't be afraid, children! Lao Da is not dead! Lao Da has a parachute...!"