Chapter 778 Lanqi Doesn't Like People Sitting in His Seat

Hyperion had fully adapted to the state of Purgatory Corridor Academy after a day of academy life.

Lanqi used to dream of staying at the Purgatory Corridor Academy a little longer.

Now she was actually experiencing it.

At this moment, she was sitting in the back row of a classroom as spacious as a theater.

In the dim space, a few simple oil lamps emitted a faint light, becoming one of the few light sources.

The golden light had the rhythm of life, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, flickering. The flickering candlelight reflected distorted and slender shadows of the tables and chairs, intertwined with the surrounding swaying shadows, rustling in the darkness.

"I'm back to where the dream began..."

Hyperion thought, sitting in the classroom.

The scene in front of her was indeed like a classroom—neatly arranged long tables were covered with bright red tablecloths, a brand-new black and gold blackboard stood tall on the front platform, and the window frames and carvings revealed the antique atmosphere of the Demon Realm.

However, this space of about three hundred square meters should have given her a sufficient sense of openness, but it was surprisingly lost due to the environment.

The students were in various forms, each more bizarre than the last, all with some indescribable characteristics. Most of them had metallic horns on their heads, and their skin was covered with strange patterns of exoskeletons. Two demons resembling invigilators were patrolling back and forth in the aisles of the classroom, their steps were unhurried, and their manners were elegant and decent, wearing classical costumes. In this environment, their existence seemed particularly eerie and terrifying, like messengers from hell.

The strong bloody smell that shouldn't exist in the classroom couldn't dissipate, and she didn't know how many students had died during this exam week.

Hyperion still couldn't figure out how Lanqi managed to integrate into the atmosphere of this school in a second.

Lowering her eyes, Hyperion's gaze fell on the red tablecloth in front of her, where a rough and ancient parchment was quietly placed, along with a magic ink bottle and a quill.

Some of the words Tata had taught her were imprinted on the surface of the parchment.

This was the exam paper she was about to take, and it was related to the magic of the Demon Race.

[Subject: Demon Magic Text]

[Any form of cheating during the exam, once discovered by the invigilator, the invigilator will have the right to obliterate the candidate]

[If the score is judged to be lower than 50 at the end of the exam, it will be unqualified, and the invigilator will immediately execute the obliteration]

[Papers can be submitted early. If you have any needs, you can raise your hand to seek help from the examiner]

[Exam remaining time: 1 hour 59 minutes]

The red tablecloth spread on the table was particularly conspicuous under the faint light with the exam reminders. It was a deep and rich red, both absurd and full of artistry.

Hyperion's amber eyes keenly scanned the environment inside the classroom, and the faint firelight jumped and flickered in her pupils.

Now no students are planning to cheat.

This school spirit is as Lanqi wished.

When she and Lanqi were suddenly brought into this shadow world, they both turned from humans into demon appearances.

From her perspective, Lanqi's appearance didn't change much, he just became a Radiant Demon, and she seemed to have been stripped of the human disguise she used in the real world, and she suddenly turned back into her most authentic half-demon appearance.

She almost wanted to die at the time.

She was extremely afraid that Lanqi would start to hate her after seeing the half-demon features she had concealed.

Fortunately, other challengers in this shadow world would be given demon disguises to cater to the premise background of the shadow world, but she was the only one who had her disguise removed, so at first glance, Lanqi thought she was also given a disguise like everyone else, and didn't realize that she was a half-demon.

At the end of the Purgatory Corridor Academy shadow world, Lanqi was suddenly told her secret by a cultist before he died, and she felt that all hope was lost.

What she didn't expect was that Lanqi actually thought she was cool.

Maybe it was from that moment that she began to have a little bit of a throbbing feeling.

It's just that she was still far from being aware of it...

"What are you smiling at?"

The deep voice of the demon examiner passing by startled Hyperion.

She quickly raised her head and shook her head innocently.

She didn't even realize that she was looking at the test paper and thinking of Lanqi just now, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously showed a silly smile.

"Don't think about your boyfriend during the exam, concentrate on the questions."

The examiner gave a word of advice, as if he completely understood her expression, and then continued to walk away.

"..."

She couldn't refute the examiner in the examination room, feeling that the words were stuck in her throat.

Hyperion was sure that this school had really changed.

So Hyperion temporarily lowered her head and stared at the things on the table in front of her.

The parchment exam paper with the school emblem printed on the top, engraved with a ferocious demon head, its two eyes were as hot as flames, like a gaze from another world.

The ink bottle made of magic crystal, with mithril inlaid on the mouth of the bottle, was filled with ink as black as night, motionless, as if it contained heavy magic power that was solidified.

The feather part of the quill was as black as ink, and the sharp, knife-like tip shone with a cold metallic luster, reflecting a deep red faint light on the pen shaft.

All of this was a set of retro magic scroll making tools.

The exam for Demon Magic Text, the candidate's answer is both writing and engraving like making a magic scroll.

Hyperion roughly flipped through all the questions.

"Why is it almost the same as the exam thirty years ago?"

She thought to herself.

She used to be at a loss with this paper, relying entirely on Lanqi next to her to save her.

But now she really knows how.

Until she saw the final big question.

[Question 10 (15 points): Please write down the magic formulas that can be used when processing rare materials, which can achieve the following effects:]

[1. Make the fur of the magic beast slightly hardened or softened]

[2. Make the magic beast quickly shed its sharp fur]

[3. Change the color of the magic beast's fur]

Even this kind of final question that the questioner doesn't expect students to be able to do, she actually knows how to do it.

After all, she has a magic card.

[Elegant Styling]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Pink Sacred]

[Attribute: Alchemy/Poison]

[Tier: 4]

[Effect: Only for use on touched targets, modify their hairstyle, can shed hair, change its color, make it slightly hardened or softened.]

[Note: This hairstyle is not suitable for you, let me change it for you.]

…

Just copy the formula principle on the magic card.

Although she has never used this card and doesn't want to use it, it was given to her by Lanqi, so she has always carried it with her.

Moreover, it was compiled by the great demon Talia in a neat format, and Hyperion felt that the standard answer to this question might not be as good as what she wrote.

She never thought that one day it would really come in handy.

Hyperion began to bury herself in writing.

Lanqi was not by her side, but always seemed to be by her side protecting her.

Reliving her student days in the Purgatory Corridor, Hyperion had a new experience again.

Some of them were what she already knew, and some were knowledge that Talia and the Snow Witch, her two mothers, had tutored her on. She felt that it was particularly easy to answer, and even wanted to add a sentence after answering, about whether this question was well asked and how it should be asked.

It seems that she hasn't completely grown up after sitting on the baby bus for more than a year.

In this school, you can live very comfortably with enough credit coins, and you can even go to the Demon King's restaurant in the rest area to enjoy yourself for a while.

She finished the paper ahead of time.

Hyperion rested there.

These days, it's rare to be able to completely relax.

As long as you complete the paper and ensure that you can pass the exam, this is the safest place to wait for the exam to end.

The little gray cat that Tamisa transformed into was also hiding in her clothes, motionless. Even if Tamisa was still not close to her, she knew when to be obedient. After all, the two of them had been dependent on each other for several days.

"Lanqi... I miss you so much..."

Hyperion murmured silently, telling the truth.

She now realized that school life without Lanqi was so boring.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

Suddenly.

A harsh alarm broke the solemn silence in the examination room.

Accompanied by the sound from the corridor, it shrouded every corner.

[Emergency Notice: All attention to the Purgatory Corridor Academy, due to special reasons, all ongoing teaching content will be terminated immediately, all teachers and students must not leave the classroom, accept the inspection of the Demon King's special task force, if there are any unauthorized movements, please all teachers immediately report and fully assist in the arrest. ]

The voice in the corridor was cold and unquestionable, a command from the depths of hell.

The examination room instantly became commotion.

Discussions rose and fell.

But it was quickly deterred by a stern look from the examiner.

"Quiet! All candidates stay in place, don't move!"

The examiner's voice was like a whip hitting the nerves of every demon magic demon candidate.

Hyperion noticed the sudden change in atmosphere.

She secretly glanced at the surrounding demon candidates, their eyes flickering with fear and unease, fine beads of cold sweat oozing from their foreheads, and their hands and feet trembling unconsciously.

She also acted out a subtle expression of doubt, perfectly blending into the state of these candidates. She wasn't sure how long she could hide.

If the situation is not good later, just run away again. The two fifth-order examiners simply can't detect her disappearance out of thin air.

It's just that she will be caught sooner or later by constantly changing her identity in this maze of the Purgatory Corridor and being searched and besieged. The exit of the Purgatory Corridor Academy must have been blocked.

But don't panic, this is her home field. Even if an eighth-order wants to play hide-and-seek with her in the corridor, it will be difficult to catch her in a short time.

Hyperion told herself.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The silence in the examination room was becoming more and more suffocating for the demon candidates.

Suddenly, the door of the classroom was rudely pushed open, and several demon officers in black military coats filed in. They exuded a chilling magic power, and their eyes were as cold as knives.

The leading officer didn't say a word, walked straight to the examiner, and whispered something.

The examiner's face instantly became more astonished. He nodded vigorously, and then turned to face the entire classroom.

And at this time, even the examiner did not notice that a girl candidate in one seat had disappeared.

…

Top floor of the Purgatory Corridor Academy.

The heavy oak door made a low creaking sound when it was gently pulled, a sound that had been smoothed by the years. Then the door of the principal's office closed automatically.

"Princess... you didn't expect me to come in person, did you? I must really love you enough to run all the way from Demon King City for you."

The blasphemous Qing Mei Luojiasi pushed open the heavy oak door and walked into this office full of historical charm, laughing.

Her appearance brought a gloomy chill, pulling down the temperature of the entire space by several degrees.

Lisandra followed Merogars tremblingly, her face as pale as paper, her eyes full of awe and unease.

As a young and weak demon secretary, she instinctively felt the terrifying aura of the demon in front of her.

This was the principal's office of the Purgatory Corridor Academy. Under the high ceiling, the old chandelier was emitting a soft light, reflecting on the dark brown wooden floor.

Opposite the marble fireplace, there was a comfortable office chair and a wide brown wooden table. The cover of the magic book on the table had been washed by the years, and the edges were slightly upturned.

Outside the window decorated with a large wooden frame, the starlight of the Demon Realm sprinkled into the room, overlapping with the lights to form a piece of light screen.

Next to the square coffee table by the window, there was also a soft woven armchair, which had a bit of leisurely feeling of old age.

This room with restrictions will not hinder and harm students, but it is difficult to unlock or push it open from a physical point of view.

"Is this the principal's office?"

Merogars looked around the principal's office, swept over every corner, and finally stopped on the too conspicuous swimming pool.

She didn't expect the principal's office to be so spacious before she came, and she didn't expect that there would be a swimming pool in the principal's office.

"Yes, Lord Blasphemy, this is where the highest power of our school lies. Only here is suitable for you to rest and wait."

Lisandra nodded quickly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

In order to stabilize Merogars and buy time for the princess to hide, Lisandra had taken Merogars around several times.

"What a boring place."

Merogars snorted coldly, she slowly walked to the wide brown wooden table, her slender fingers gently stroked the table, as if feeling the traces of the years.

She picked up the old magic book on the table, flipped through a few pages, and threw it aside casually.

"You're right."

Lisandra's heart almost jumped out of her throat, she didn't dare to answer, she could only lower her head and let Merogars look around the principal's office at will.

"However, this swimming pool is quite interesting."

Merogars walked to the window, the starlight of the Demon Realm sprinkled on her pale face, reflecting a morbid beauty.

She leaned aside with interest, watching the swimming pool.

Could it be that students are usually allowed to swim in the principal's office?
Playing around.

The blasphemous Qing was a little curious about who decided to repair this swimming pool.

Maybe she would like this kind of psychopath.

"It is said that it was the former Radiant Demon acting principal, who was also the first fake principal in the history of the Purgatory Corridor Academy, but he was loved and supported by many demons, so the school put his portrait in the corridor to commemorate his contribution..."

Lisandra tried her best to find a topic.

"Why did you take me around a few more times just now?"

The blasphemous Qing Merogars suddenly asked.

Interrupting Lisandra's narrative.

"Lord Blasphemy, I haven't worked here for many years, and I often get lost. I'm really sorry!"

Lisandra's body shook, and she answered quickly.

"I see... I also heard that you have a good relationship with Princess Hyperion."

Merogars nodded with satisfaction, her smog purple eyes stared straight at Lisandra, as if to see through her soul.

She only said half of her words, as if deliberately teasing Lisandra.

"I haven't contacted Princess for many years."

Lisandra felt a chill climb up her spine, she trembled and lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Merogars' eyes, trying her best to stabilize the collapsing mind under the demonic sound, and resisting not letting tears overflow.

Seeing the expression of the blasphemous Qing, Lisandra basically understood.

The blasphemous Qing knows everything.

She just thought it was interesting to play with herself and slowly savor her fear.

"Very good, you are such a strong and kind child. Even so, you are unwilling to betray the princess."

Merogars smiled with satisfaction. She sat elegantly on the soft principal's seat, and the scorpion tail behind her shook gently, as if appreciating Lisandra's ugliness.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. You are a friend of the princess. I think the princess must want to take you back to Demon King City."

Merogars sat firmly and put one hand on the armrest,
"Now, pour me a cup of tea."

She ordered, her tone with unquestionable authority.

"Yes..."

Lisandra quickly walked to the coffee table, her legs were weak, and her trembling hands could hardly hold the teapot.

She carefully poured a cup of steaming Pasquale black tea for Merogars, and then handed it over tremblingly.

Merogars took the teacup, sipped it, and shifted her gaze from the Demon Realm night sky outside the window to Lisandra's face.

"If I completely destroy you and let Hyperion see you being ravaged by me until you lose your mind, what kind of expression will she show?"

She slowly reached out and touched Lisandra's cheek, a kind smile on the corner of her mouth.

"..."

Lisandra stood aside, not daring to speak or move.

Her tears finally overflowed.

"How about this? If you are willing to do as I ask, for every moment you persist without losing your will, I will postpone going to find the princess myself, what do you think?"

The blasphemous Qing slowly moved her hand down, touching Lisandra's clothes.

"Okay..."

Lisandra's lips trembled, and she agreed to the blasphemous Qing.

She knew that some terrible things would happen today.

And in order to fulfill her promise to the princess, she could only stand aside silently, letting the blasphemous Qing play with her, enduring the evil desires of the demon, her heart full of despair and helplessness.

Just when Lisandra was already heartbroken.

Creak.

The door of the principal's office was pushed open.

Merogars' hand stopped, and she looked in confusion at the guy who would be so ignorant as to come to the principal's office at this time.

His dress was very strange, a black winter coat, with formal wear inside, but he also had a silver-white mask on his waist. She didn't know where this custom came from.

His race was Illusion Demon, like Kaliella, born with silver-white light hair and that magical power full of illusion.

The silver-white mask was obviously not the style of the Demon Realm mask. Even from the side, it looked more like the religious style of the human race, with soft lines, a quiet expression, and a compassionate love between the eyebrows.

Was he going to attend a masquerade ball?
Merogars couldn't help but wonder.

If he took off the mask from his waist and put it on, he could attend the masquerade ball here in the Demon Realm without any sense of disharmony.

Moreover, Merogars felt that this mask had a faint sense of deja vu, but couldn't remember where she had seen it.

"…!"

Lisandra felt relieved the moment she saw the other party, as if she had found a savior.

This principal gave her the same feeling as Kaliella, as if they were Kaliella's relatives.

Obviously, it was the new demon principal appointed by Kaliella!
But the bad news was that the blasphemous Qing Merogars was here.

She didn't know if this Illusion Demon would be willing to take care of herself and intervene in the blasphemous Qing's entertainment project.

Knock knock.

Lanqi's knuckles tapped on the door of the principal's office, signaling the two demon ladies in the principal's office to pay attention to him.

He was slightly surprised, not understanding why there were two demons in his office.

"Miss, that seat doesn't belong to you. Could you please move?"

Lanqi's fingertips moved to the principal's seat, and he said to the blasphemous Qing Merogars.

(End of this chapter)