The Adjutant cut off communications, and her figure vanished into thin air. Only then did Su Ming turn his attention back to the mineral deposits and lead the horses down the cliff.
The moment he landed, he stepped into a clump of brain matter. However, since his clothes and shoes were all formed from Strangle, the puddle swiftly flowed backward and was absorbed clean.
"Ah, such a vibrant scene, with all things bursting forth in competition—it truly makes one happy." Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground and the students cleaning up the battlefield, Deathstroke delivered the sort of line a Principal ought to say.
"Eek." Strangle squeaked as well. It had read the dead men's brains for information and confirmed that they really were bandits from 1920.
There was nothing but sand in the dried-up riverbed, not even a speck of anything golden. Only an ape hid behind a large iron tank; upon seeing Deathstroke, he scurried over at full speed.
What could one say? Though Bobo had short legs, he was truly not slow when he used both hands and feet.
"That was far too dangerous. It was deadly." He complained while trembling, though the several layers of magical shields around him were still flashing. "The enemies had real guns, and the bullets were real too. They really wanted to kill me. Is this how realistically your students play?"
He asked because Bobo saw that the three girls were giggling happily. They seemed delighted, even though all they had found on the enemies was half a pack of cigarettes.
"Looting spoils counts as one of humanity's instincts, doesn't it? Labor brings rewards, so of course they're happy." Su Ming bent down, picked up the ape, and returned him to his shoulder. "But never mind them. Did you