Marge ran wildly among the ruins.
Not far ahead, there was a landscape platform that was collapsed by the shock wave, and several thick load-bearing columns were broken.
She spotted a section of rebar protruding diagonally from the cement block, and forcefully pulled out the nearly two-meter-long steel bar from the concrete.
The other end of the playground.
Marathon just smashed a student who was trying to block him with an ice wall.
He stopped where he was, twisted his neck, and was looking for the next target.
Soon, he locked onto a stand at the edge of the playground.
There were dozens of freshmen and parents crowded there who had not had time to escape from the gate. They hugged each other in despair and cried together.
Marathon lowered his head slightly and took a standard starting posture.
Bang!
A white sonic boom cloud exploded in place.
Marathon turned into a blurry bloody afterimage and crashed straight into the group of people who were defenseless.
Fifty meters.
Thirty meters.
Marathon's speed was so fast that the surrounding scenery became blurry lines in his sight.
But at the last distance near the stands, he saw Marge suddenly blocking the center of the route.
Can't stop!
Marge stood on the same spot, with his feet firmly planted on the grass one after the other, and his back arched.
She pointed the sharp end of the steel rod steadily at the afterimage coming from ahead.
Chi--!
The steel bar penetrated directly into Marathon's chest, and the tough muscles and bones were torn apart like paper.
Marathon's body was completely penetrated, and his body slid forward along the steel bars.
Marge couldn't pull back the arm holding the steel bar in time, and could only watch as a big hole was torn open in the opponent's chest.
Immediately afterwards, the body covered in blood followed the metal rod and passed through Marge's entire right arm.
Everything suddenly stopped.
Marge still maintained the lunge posture, with his right arm still raised in the air.
And Marathon is hanging on her arm.
The two people were very close at this time.
Marathon's face is less than one centimeter from the tip of Marge's nose.
Marge didn't even blink, looking back at these dead eyes.
She raised her left hand expressionlessly, held Marathon's shoulder, and jerked her right arm back.
Having lost its support, Marathon collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, twitched twice, and completely stopped moving.
The freshmen in the stands in the distance stared blankly at the woman covered in blood, and even forgot to cry.
Marge ignored them and turned around and walked in another direction.
At this time, the central square of Godolkin University.
This is where the heaviest casualties occurred.
Lamplighter The round of fire just now, coupled with the panic and cannibalism, turned the wide square into a literal corpse-strewn field.
The ground was covered with wreckage, fragments, and dark red blood that had pooled into puddles.
Neuman stood in the middle of a bloody empty space, stopped and slowly opened his arms.
She took a deep breath.
The next second, the pupils quickly lost color and turned pure white.
The originally lifeless square suddenly came to life.
Neuman The pool of blood under her feet began to tremble, and then, like a living red bug, it squirmed up her heels.
Blood seeped into her clothes, penetrated through the pores of her skin, and penetrated directly into her body.
This is just the beginning.
With Neuman as the center of the circle, all the blood within ten meters rose into the air and turned into small red streams, which quickly gathered towards her close to the ground.
Fifty meters.
The scope of blood extraction is expanding crazily.
The blood stains in the green belt around the square and the red water in the destroyed fountain pool were all forcibly stripped away by an invisible force.
Thousands of red blood lines snaked on the ground.
One hundred meters.
The blood on the entire Godolkin University ground is gathering towards the same center.
The blood gathered around Neuman, forming a rolling mass of red Stormfront.
Eventually, an upward force formed under her feet.
Neuman's feet slowly left the ground.
She was lifted up in the air by this mass of blood, her pure white eyes looking down at the Shura field-like Campus below.
Now she has the blood of hundreds of Supe gathered in her body, making her more powerful than ever...
At this moment, any living creature standing within a hundred meters of Neuman will feel their blood boiling.
A male student hiding behind an abandoned kiosk covered his mouth tightly and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
He fell down while escaping just now, and a large piece of skin was scratched on his calf, which caused a lot of blood.
Originally, this little scratch didn't even need a bandage, but now, something unexpected happened.
He suddenly felt a stinging Cruciatus Curse.
Looking down, I saw that the blood in the calf wound had not solidified and formed a scab at all. Instead, it was stirring like boiling water.
Immediately afterwards, drops of blood flew out directly from his wound and hung in the air.
The boy was horrified and tried to reach out to cover his face, but it was no use.
The blood in the body seemed to have heard the call and surged outward crazily.
Even if there is only a wound the size of a fingernail, blood will be squeezed out one after another, turning into a red blood line and flying straight towards the woman in the air.
The boy felt that his blood vessels were spasming, his heart was beating as if it was about to explode, and all the blood in his body was rushing wildly through his blood vessels, trying to break out of his body.
Neuman was suspended in the center of Stormfront, and he fiddled with the blood flow around him.
The student hiding underneath finally couldn't withstand the terrible pressure, rolled his eyes and fainted, and the blood in the wound was losing even faster.
She just floated in the air quietly, feeling the power that was constantly gathering.
Marge shook off the blood on his hands and looked up to see the terrifying mass of Stormfront in the central square.
Without any hesitation, she stepped on the messy ground, exerted her strength on her legs, and ran straight to the center of the square.
In mid-air, Neuman slowly opened his pure white eyes.
She looked down at Marge who was walking through the ruins and smiled slightly.
She didn't even move her fingers, and a stream of blood suddenly separated from the blood swirling in front of her.
Snap!
An explosion ripped through the air.
The thick blood whip slashed down from mid-air without any warning, so fast that even the afterimage could not be seen clearly.
Marge had no time to dodge, so he could only barely raise his arms to block his chest.
It hit instantly with huge force.
Marge flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and hit heavily on a collapsed stone pillar behind.
Poof.
Her throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
But what shocked Marge was that the spit blood did not fall to the ground.
The red blood beads paused briefly in mid-air and quickly merged into the squirming mass of plasma above.
Neuman is suspended in the center of Stormfront, watching Marge quietly.
The blood on the ground surged again, turning into two invisible big hands that tightly wrapped around Marge's neck and wrist.
Marge's feet left the ground and was forcefully pulled into the air.
The feeling of weightlessness and suffocation came at the same time.
Marge dug hard at the blood band around his neck and kicked his legs feebly in mid-air.
Seeing Marge struggling, Neuman smiled happily, even his shoulders were shaking slightly.
"It feels so good to be able to crush people to death at will."