At noon, the war begins.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, and the gold roars to withdraw the troops.

This is the formal etiquette that only the collapsers use to treat their recognized formal opponents.

The reason why Blood Boiler decided to follow the ancient method was that the specifications set by Li You led scholars to the ancient power evolutionists, thereby highlighting the pride of the Colonial Clan and its respect for the ancient people.

Before we knew it, three days passed.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding .

As the sun sets, the Cangjin behind the Colonizer withdraws his troops. At the last moment, this battlefield filled with iron-blooded wars became strangely quiet the next moment.

The collapsers gradually faded away with the cheerful laughter.

In three days, under the surge attacks of the collapsers, the Blue Sky Academy of Engineering Sciences paid a huge price for casualties every day.

Compared with the happiness of the collapsers in the fight between life and death, the indifferent attitude towards the death of the soldiers around them, the feelings of scholars are undoubtedly more delicate.

As more and more people around him die, scholars are inevitably immersed in grief. After the war, they will be organized by commanders to organize the ruins of the battlefield, clean up the devastations, and bury the bodies of their companions.

With the best of their ability, they really cannot let their companions expose the wilderness of corpses and become food for animals like the collapsed ones. This is also related to the education of scholars respecting teachers and respecting the Tao and passing on the torch.

For scholars, this is a torment, but it is also a trial.

Unlike the degeneration and sublimation of the collapsers during the battle, scholars often gain some experience in their state of mind and spiritual growth through various complex emotions after the war.

On the tower.

The night banquet started again, which is also the daily battle summary of the pioneers.

"Tony is dead."

The speaker was Aesop Jon, the president of the Blue Sky Academy of Engineering Sciences.

Everyone seemed to have no reaction, obviously they already knew the situation.

Facing the increasingly small number of pioneers at night banquets, he was undoubtedly in a heavy mood.

In just three days, there are only ten of the seventeen pioneers left, which is also a portrayal of scholars on the entire battlefield, and more and more scholars are dying.

No one spoke, everyone was sitting silently.

They didn't know if they could hold on tomorrow. Compared with the number of pioneers here, the number of chiefs and elders of the Colonialists was obviously more, and they had stronger combat power.

"The Academy of Mind Light of Science has fallen."

However, another news from Aesop Jon made everyone present stunned, and then, as if they were expecting, continued to lower their heads and swallow the food on the table.

Woo...

The Flame Demon Roarer, who was about to drink it all, sobbed, and the injury that had just been suppressed exploded again. He couldn't help but vomited dark red blood in his abdomen, filling the entire wine glass with a look of embarrassment.

However, there were obviously more miserable people present than him.

For example, Aesop Jon, the president of the Blue Sky Engineering Academy, who was speaking, not only had one arm completely twisted off, but half of his face and eyes were violently shattered.

This degree of injury will leave lifelong disability even if it is treated in the future.

"Don't worry about me!"

The flame demon roared the roaring man in anger and pushed away the person who wanted to come forward to support him.

After looking at each other in the banquet, everyone didn't say anything more.

They silently watched the flame demon growling slowly, limped and left the room lonely.

In contrast, Corleon, who was with him to fight against the chief of the Collapser, had returned to his room seriously injured and could not even come to attend today's dinner.

After three consecutive days of battle, it was obvious that even with the Flame Demon Growler, he had reached his limit.

"It's indeed reached its limit."

A female dean murmured, unconcealed pessimism.

"Why……"

I don’t know who is sighing or everyone is sighing.

Aesop Jon was also shrouded in pessimism, and even saddered than everyone else.

After all, before this, he had already experienced the defeat of the frontline war, but he always told himself that his task was not to win the war, but to delay the academic community for as long as possible, and that's all.

If the war is victorious, future scholars may not remember themselves or a humble loser, but as long as he is worthy of his conscience and the persistence and pride of the scholar in his heart.

"We still have bean soldiers."

Aesopjon seemed to encourage everyone.

He said in a deep voice: "We only need to hold on for another two days for five thousand gray bean soldiers and six mutant bean soldiers. This time we want to let the low-level scholars who performed well in this war take the lead in evacuating, let them evacuate to a safe rear, and avoid defeating the entire line like last time. After the baptism of the most cruel war, they will surely become the pride of the new generation of academic circles!"

Two days?

Although it is still a cruel number, at least with a goal, it is much better than the endless battle full of despair before.

He is worthy of being the legendary fighting nation and a member of the Storm Continental Congress.

I believe that after this battle, if the academic community is lucky enough to win and join the so-called Storm Parliament, all the pioneers here, including the lower-level scholars below, will no longer want to fight with these taurus human monsters.

In fact.

As everyone here knows, many scholars were even killed by weaker collapsers.

As long as these collapsers do not crush and kill on the spot, they will burst out stronger potential again and again in their blood and anger, and will kill the scholars again and again until the scholars cannot bear it. Many of them will die because of the failure of their transformation and sublimation, and their potential will be exhausted, and both sides will die together.

"Maybe we should rely on the city's ban and guard against it for one day, so..."

A pioneer was talking, and suddenly, Aesopun frowned and took out the crystal ball.

After connecting the crystal ball to communicate, he was a senior scholar from the special operations team and said in horror that someone broke into the tower.

Um!?

Before Aesopun could react, he let out a "sweet" sound, and the entrance barrier in the banquet hall seemed to be suffering from unresisting power. The next moment, he was forcibly pushed away by someone from outside.

A man with a pale and weird smile, his steps were like he was dancing in tango. In the stunned gaze, Lei Ran came to the sumptuous dining table, tore off a turkey leg, and sat in the empty seat and started to bite it.

The man had a slightly blue right eye and his figure seemed to be distorted. He looked at the stunned people, and was both righteous and evil and hummed and smiled.

"What, that guy Lei Luo didn't tell you, am I going to come?"

The person who came was not someone else, but the ancient Olora people and Shura Taoism!

At this time.

Among the people present, only a few people suddenly thought of something and stood up suddenly. After looking like they were facing a great enemy, they were surprised, including Aesop.

"It will take about a month for Master Leilu to arrive."

Shura Dao casually turned the chicken leg bone behind him, wiped his mouth with a dining cloth, and his facial expression collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The three words unhappy were almost written on his face.

But even such small actions made scholars who knew his background and identity very nervous.

After all, the pioneers here are still old guys who are more or less influenced by the remnants of the Holy See in Middle-earth, and are not completely new generation scholars.

Aesopjon hurriedly added: "These collapsers are indeed extremely powerful. Master Leilu not only came from afar, but also had to coordinate some academic legions, so he had to come a little later."

The reason why Lei Luo arrived slower than Shura Dao was not only because of coordinating some academic legions, but also because of the greater reason for the difference in speed between the two themselves.

There is no doubt that Lei Luo's long-distance flight speed is far inferior to Shura, who has long been accustomed to chasing stars and lying on the open air, and even breaking into the death storm alone for hundreds of years.

As soon as he heard that the collapsed person in Aesopjon's mouth was extremely powerful, Shura Dao's facial expression was refreshed, his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had accidentally licked the residual oil on his lips. The fleeting brutal aura made many pioneers present fall into the abyss, horrified.

Shura Dao naturally doesn’t care about the feelings of these people.

He was about to say something, when a team of law enforcement officers outside the hall gathered over and over, obviously because of Shura Dao.

Shura Dao, who had noticed, stopped talking and glanced at these people casually.

Suddenly, the law enforcement scholars at the door were frozen in place, feeling that the brightly lit hall was suddenly covered with blood at this moment, as if they were in the Shura battlefield in the sea of ​​corpse mountains and blood. There were despairing howling and crying everywhere. Only the man on the top of the corpse mountains and the master was lonely and looking at the sunset.

And I will soon become part of this hell picture!

"It also includes a Level 5 Collapser, the Blood Boiling Chief."

Aesop Jon's high voice once again attracted Shura Dao's attention.

The scholars who were staggering at the door woke up from the hellish scene, their faces were extremely pale. After noticing that the right hand that was almost shaking and broken in Aesop's sleeves, they understood it, stood in line, and quietly closed the door.

Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

"Blood boils..."

Shuradao kept chewing his mouth, swallowing his saliva and murmured.

He suddenly got up, as if he had come and go in a hurry, and was about to go directly to find the blood-boiling chieftain Aesopun's mouth.

"Please wait!"

As soon as Aesop Jon finished speaking, he regretted it a little, but there was no time for him to regret it.

His body flew out with a bang, hitting the ban hard, and the wound he had been bandaged was broken away again, and blood flowed down the flickering ban wall.

Fortunately, his mind is still very clear.

After feeling his neck was lifted up by a huge force, Aesopjon hurriedly said, "It's etiquette! The Cangsters have a very strange war etiquette, so that they can exert stronger combat power and allow you to enjoy real delicacies!"

Shura Dao was stunned.

He took back his fist that was about to be killed with one blow, and did not feel anything wrong with his behavior. He put Aesop and Jon down again, and appeared seriously thinking expressions, looking forward to saying, "What etiquette?"

"Every day at twelve o'clock, they will start a war through the horn, and before night falls, they will withdraw their troops. Their strength will be greatly improved during this period!"

What Aesopjon said is certainly not entirely true.

But in the eyes of scholars, the strange etiquette of the Colonialists has really benefited scholars a lot, otherwise the situation in the academic world would be much worse than it is now, so he really didn't want to break this tacit understanding.

Upon hearing this, Shura Dao opened his mouth and smiled brightly.
Chapter completed!