High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 1667 - 411: The Burning World

Chapter 1667: Chapter 411: The Burning World

Purple-red, pink, no, cherry red.

With a hint of the smell of blood.

Strange colors rolled and flowed in the air, weaving a series of magnificent sights that dazzled and captivated, as Zheng Qing felt the sapling in his conscious sea let out a joyful rustling when he carefully observed those colors.

Unknowingly, the frequency of his charm gun’s attacks began to slowly decrease, focusing more and more attention on observing those strange colors.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu forcefully pulled the warlock, helping him dodge a massive tree branch that fell from the sky—a piece of wood that fell like a battering ram, accompanied by a heavy whisper.

Zheng Qing sluggishly turned his head to look at the witch: "Do you feel... when you look at those colors, it’s like gazing into a starry sky... brilliant, gorgeous, poetic."

Bang!

The witch shattered another approaching dried tree demon with one shot, simultaneously dropping a jade bead to the ground, conjuring a light blue flame to once again burn white fine grass that had just grown a foot long, turning it into white ash.

It was only at this moment that she had time to answer the warlock’s question.

"Starry sky?" Jiang Yu carefully examined Zheng Qing, noticing his somewhat vacant expression and seemingly realizing something, a hint of urgency appeared on her face: "We must leave here immediately!"

As she spoke, she reached into her belt for the blood symbol bullet, planning to carry out the final plan.

But a hand pressed against her wrist.

"Wait a little longer," Zheng Qing said absentmindedly, looking at those rotating and spreading colors, muttering: "Wait a little longer... I feel these colors are beneficial for us."

Her answer was the witch pulling out a bottle of Lu Er De Holy Water from her handbag.

Slosh.

The liquid emitting a faint white light poured over the warlock’s head, raising wisps of blue smoke. Strange colors squealed like a cat with a burning tail, fleeing from Zheng Qing’s body and gathering into clusters in mid-air.

Just then, a few keening cries seemed to come from outside the dried grove, far away.

Buzz!!

A dull sound echoed from deep within the earth, like a giant bell spreading across the nine lands. Zheng Qing sensed that the sound strangely harmonized with every part of his body, while the surrounding magic power seemed to hear the sound, cheering joyfully.

"Awake?" The witch examined the warlock carefully, staying alert to the constantly approaching tree yao and those strange colors.

Zheng Qing wiped the water from his face, scowled, and nodded.

Despite being extremely cautious and vigilant, he still unknowingly fell into the trap of this ghost thing. If not for the reliable ally beside him, Zheng Qing could hardly imagine what foolish actions he might have made.

Just then, Jiang Yu’s amulet emitted faint light suddenly blossomed with intense brightness, then swiftly faded away, repeating the process several times, making the witch appear like a large malfunctioning light bulb.

Zheng Qing immediately became alert.

"It’s not the interference of those strange colors... but the amulet’s interaction with the surrounding magic power is going wrong."

Jiang Yu seemed to have sensed something, pressing the law book on her waist, frowning as she rapidly analyzed: "...the most basic magic environment of the world is undergoing changes."

Click!

Zheng Qing pulled the bolt, pressing a new fu bullet tightly, aimed at a somewhat scattered cluster of strange colors nearby, intending to joke a bit, but suddenly felt the cyan vortex above his heart lake tremble violently twice.

He suddenly looked up at the sky.

Strange colors darted around in mid-air, sweeping away their previous weird and dominant stance, like an uncommanded army, becoming somewhat chaotic.

"The wind is about to rise." The warlock inexplicably commented.

As soon as he spoke, he realized what he said, making him look somewhat uneasy. In a flash, the scene of him meeting that Outer God wearing a yellow robe in the Dreamland flashed through his mind.

The windmill-shaped runes on the charm gun turned slowly a few circles.

The sound akin to gurgling water, yet similar to swallowing, filled the air.

The chaotic strange colors began to regroup in the gurgling sound, swirling around the giant pit, rotating and cheering, leaving trails of blurred colors in the warlock’s line of sight.

More and more strange colors gathered from all directions—from the cracks of dried trees, from the tips of white grass, from the sand and bones on the ground—like sparks ignited by a wildfire, those light spots filled with strange colors spread throughout the dried grove, continuously surging towards the pit.

Zheng Qing stared at those strange colors, a mysterious realization rose inexplicably in his heart, as the owner of this eerie place, for some reason, abandoned the plan to slowly assimilate them and eagerly gathered His true form.

The warlock was startled, both frightened by how merely watching those strange colors revealed such information to him and shocked by the identity of this dried grove’s owner.

Not all wizards can use words like ’He’.

"Did you feel it?" Suddenly, Jiang Yu’s voice carried a slight tremor beside him.

Zheng Qing turned his head, seeing similar fright reflecting in the witch’s eyes.

"A Great Demon?" He struggled to open his mouth, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse: "...Weren’t all the Great Demons summoned to the Black Prison Castle?"

"It could also be an Outer God." Jiang Yu clutched the charm gun in her hand, her fingertips turned pale from exertion, and her voice very low, fearing any louder noise might provoke the owner of the eerie place: "...Or one of an Outer God’s close followers. Only beings related to divine spirits reveal some forbidden information when observed by wizards... that’s why low-tier wizards cannot gaze at Gods directly."

"Outer God." Zheng Qing suddenly felt a headache for no reason.

From Satoguya to Nicolas, from the giant eye resembling the moon seen one night in the campus, to the lavish gift given by the Yellow Robe in the Dreamland, the more Zheng Qing interacted with these entities from the deeps of the starry sky, the more he could sense the differences between himself and them.

These were differences between two species, two existences, two different dimensions.

The strange colors gathered ever more densely around the pit, swirling and encircling, forming a dragon-shaped entity, disappearing into the depths of the pit below, while above it resembled a roaring giant dragon twisting and rotating in the air, crashing into the thick black clouds of the Black Prison World sky.

Click!!

Tens of thousands of silver-white lightning bolts spread out in all directions from the collision.

Crack!!

A slow, shattering sound came from the rolling black clouds.

The two young wizards gazed upward, blankly watching the giant dragon composed of strange colors seemingly go berserk, not understanding why He suddenly launched an attack against the Black Prison World.

In the next moment.

The black clouds slowly shattered like an eggshell, with crisscrossing cracks releasing dazzling golden light. Far away, the shrill bird cries became clearer, and the brilliant sparks ignited the sky of the entire world.