manynovel Chapter 60 Leave the Enemy to Me
Chapter 60 Leave the Enemy to Me
Kassel College, temporary command center.
"Group A should be spread out at the main entrance and two side entrances of the library, ensuring sufficient manpower near all three entrances and windows!"
"Group B, you need to take control of the church. Completely seal off the entrance to the first basement level of the church. Repeat, completely seal it off."
"Team D, protect Dormitory Zones 1 and 2, and cut off the underground passage between the two zones!"
"Report the enemy's coordinates immediately upon sighting, and I will go to their aid right away."
Su An calmly issued orders based on his perception of the academy. He rushed to his office on the fourth floor of the art gallery, which was also one of the best places on campus with the best view. It was his command center.
He issued orders via radio, and up to 700 trained students, along with members of the executive branch, surrounded the campus. Professor Schneider, who happened to be the instructor of the Emergency Mobilization course, assisted Su An in directing the operation and was willing to use his experience to help Su An with his planning.
No one questioned Su An's orders. His past achievements had already proven his importance. Now, even if Su An ordered everyone to lay down their weapons over the radio, the students would absolutely be willing to do so. He already had a terrifying appeal among the students.
Professor Schneider looked at Su An, whose eyes were slightly thoughtful.
"What's your plan?"
"I will personally deal with the enemy; that is my plan."
"What's going on? A dragon invasion?" Professors Manstein and Guderian barged in without knocking, knowing that Su An and Professor Schneider would be here at this time.
"It's an emergency! Could you please not appear dressed like that?!" Professor Schneider paused for a moment when he saw Professor Guderian, then became furious. "This will look stupid to the students. Su An is still here. Can't you be more mindful of your image?"
"What's wrong with me?" Professor Guderian was stunned, looking at himself. "I'm wearing a combat suit... although I know my body isn't very useful in combat."
Indeed, he was dressed very neatly. He had gone to bed early and was awakened by a text message on his phone, but he hadn't forgotten how to handle an emergency. He took out his combat uniform, which he hadn't worn in years, from the closet and put it on. It took him a lot of effort to load the Friga bullets into the magazine; he had almost forgotten how to cock a pistol.
Since he entered Kassel College, there has never been a "dragon invasion". He originally thought that such a thing only appeared in the operation manual. Over the years, every dragon that was about to awaken was killed by them before it left the dragon tomb. When did it become the turn of these guys to fly to America and act arrogantly? What's more, the college has added an S-class. Which blind fool would dare to invade?
"But you're wearing a nightcap..." Professor Schneider said helplessly.
"Oh..." Professor Guderian awkwardly took off his red cone-shaped nightcap from his head, so that he wouldn't look so much like Santa Claus.
"Was it a false alarm by Norma?" Professor Manstein asked anxiously. "A dragon invasion? That's impossible."
"No, it's true." Su An, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. "I sensed a very familiar aura on campus. This aura definitely doesn't belong to Kassel, but it's a bit weak. If I encountered it, I'd be instantly killed."
As Su An finished speaking, he pointed to the display screen on the wall, which showed a video of a bat-like figure vaulting over a wall, landing silently, and then rapidly disappearing into the darkness.
"This must be the owner of that familiar aura; he is the intruder."
Suddenly, a red dot appeared on Su An's screen; it was a signal from Caesar—"Suspected anomaly."
Su An rushed out the door with a smile on her face.
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The leader of this mission was standing silently by the mosaic window in Odin Hall.
Two or three meters in front of her were two second-year students holding Uzi submachine guns, their hawk-like eyes nervously looking out the window, ready to fight off any enemy that might attack at any moment, completely unaware of the twelve people standing a few meters behind her.
Even when the two trainees noticed the faint breathing behind them and turned around, they could only see what appeared to be a swirling, pale ink-colored wind flowing through the air, like a ghost.
If you undo the effect of "Word of Power and Illumination," you'll find that the other eleven people are clinging tightly to the leader, practically glued to him. This makes the scene quite comical. This is how the group of people moved into Odin's Hall, clinging to each other tightly.
Anyone would find walking like this extremely uncomfortable, but they had no better option. They had to be wary of the inescapable net of Kassel College, especially that roaming S-class officer; no one wanted to have their head ripped off by him.
We're all just out here to make a living, so we can manage the cramped space.
The effective range of "Word of Power" is only a circle with a radius of about one meter around the caster. They can only gather themselves into such a flower centered on the leader.
If any of the students in Group B were to look this way at this moment, they would notice that in the vase filled with white roses, a single white rose appears blurred, as if its exposure was out of focus, then it takes on a faint dark hue, and finally fades away in wisps.
A moment later, as if a painter were wielding an ink brush in the void, and light ink-colored wisps of wind flowed in the air, a white rose was thus painted and quietly placed on the small table in front of the photograph.
Everything was so quiet and beautiful, it felt like an illusion.
The leader, accompanied by eleven people closely surrounding him, walked along the central passageway toward the elevator not far from the Odin statue, the pale black flowing along the central corridor.
Everyone in Group B turned their attention outside, except for the boy resting with his eyes closed on the oak bench by the aisle. He was wearing a white suit, had a head of hair as bright as gold, and was holding a black hunting knife in his hand. Next to him were two huge, silver "Desert Eagles," which were obviously two custom-made pistols with carved ebony inlaid with ivory on the grips, and a pure silver Jia Hui in the center of the grip.
His golden hair was so dazzling that when the leader approached from behind, he really wanted to slap him on the head and touch it to see if it was a wig.
But the leader suppressed the thought, silently walking past the boy on the carpet. The boy had his head down, seemingly unaware of anything, with a faint smile on his lips.
Suddenly!
The doors to Odin's Hall suddenly opened, a figure flashed in, and then immediately closed again.
Before the leader could turn around, he felt a gentle pat on his back.
She slowly turned her head and saw a pair of blue eyes.