High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 1693 - 437 Zhuge

The Heavenly Dog eating the moon, Zheng Qing was aware of it.

The story talks about a giant dog swallowing the celestial moon in one bite—of course, in some stories, this dog swallows the celestial sun.

Whether sun or moon, the fact that this story could be born is naturally not without basis. Just like at this moment, the shadows of several giant dogs chasing Professor Emma and the Giant Bird of Xiz at the horizon are the original archetype of the ’Heavenly Dog’ from mythological legends.

And at this moment, the magic executed by Mr. Ruo Yu, the Vice President of the First University, went a step further.

The Heavenly Dog swallows the sky.

A low growl resonated in everyone’s hearts, accompanied by Mr. Ruo Yu’s spell. The silver wolf head on the cane in his hand suddenly expanded, shooting up from the ground, transforming into a ferocious beast head that devours the sky and earth, opening its large mouth wide.

For a moment, Zheng Qing felt in a trance that the night curtain that had shrouded the Black Prison for thousands of years descended on this world once more, with only coldness and silence being the eternal protagonists of this world.

But soon, the night actively receded, and the light and heat of two suns dispelled the briefly descended darkness and cold.

Along with the two massive presences that had previously hovered over the battlefield.

On the inner fortress city wall, the Black Cat crouching by the battlement stood up, causing Zheng Qing to shudder, and he woke almost at the same time. Instantly, he realized that Elder Ruoyu and the President of the Dark Council opposite had disappeared.

"Where did they go?!"

The young man held the Charm Gun in one hand and supported himself against the city wall with the other, feeling his legs still somewhat weak: "What just happened?"

The Black Cat turned its head, looking down at the young man condescendingly.

Zheng Qing bravely met its gaze. After a moment, he realized the Black Cat was not looking at him but beside him. He felt his cheeks heating up and quickly lowered his eyes, following the Black Cat’s gaze.

Not far from him, a peculiar creature with a wolf’s head and snake’s body coiled, about several meters long, entirely silver-white. The snake’s body was coiled tower-like, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, with the wolf’s head buried at the apex, eyes closed, lying there quietly.

Looking at that silver wolf’s head, Zheng Qing instinctively thought of Elder Ruoyu’s cane.

Immediately, he had a guess as to the whereabouts of the two Legendary Wizards.

"They..."

The young man had just started speaking when a sudden voice interrupted him:

"Just as you thought, they went to another battlefield."

Along with that voice, a wisp of cyan flame flickered by.

A tall, thin figure, over eight feet, with a crane cloak, wearing a cloud-patterned cap, and with a jade-like face, hurriedly walked out of the flames, quickly shaking the Feather Fan in his hand, complaining incessantly: "These guys, slipping off one by one... You might have fought happily, but what about the Xuanhuang Wood?"

"To fall for such old tricks as luring the tiger from the mountain and feigning attack in the east while targeting the west is simply a disgrace to the First University."

"Still vice presidents of the school, both Legendary Wizards..."

Zheng Qing stared in amazement at this Warlock who dared to ’speak disrespectfully’ of the Legendary Wizards. Besides admiring him greatly, he also developed a curiosity about his identity.

Without a doubt, this Wizard was certainly not a school professor.

For one, the school faculty members have, to varying extents, shown up at occasions like the opening ceremony and school hunting competition, making it easy to recognize faces even without direct interactions, unlike the unfamiliar tall, thin Warlock before him; secondly, even those familiar with hunting activities among the school faculty carry a bit of bureaucratic air in their conduct, far less uninhibited and composed on the battlefield than the Wizard before him.

Of course, the main reason for this confidence was that the Warlock wore the badge of the Xianqin Hunting Group on his chest.

He seemed to notice the young man’s surreptitious glance.

The tall, thin Wizard in the crane cloak tucked the Feather Fan into his belt, grabbed the young man’s arm, and shook it: "Zhuge, Vice Captain of the Xianqin Hunting Group, conscripted by the school, now serving as the Divination Team Leader... Has the ’relevant department’ begun recruiting students as advisors now?"

Zheng Qing noticed that, while the Divination Team Leader was speaking, his other hand was quickly calculating with several Jade Tokens.

"He’s just a student, only in his first year!" the Black Cat’s disgruntled voice rang out from the battlement: "I’m the consultant for the First University’s relevant department, the kind that’s officially registered!"

"Then just now..." The Diviner glanced at the Black Cat in surprise, quickly flicking through several divination types with the Jade Tokens in his hand. Seeming to discover something, he glanced back and forth between the young man and the Black Cat for a few seconds, whispering: "Truly an astonishing... connection."

Then, he ended the topic, put away the Divination Tokens, and took the Feather Fan from his waist, shaking it slightly.

"Did Mr. Ruo Yu leave any instructions before he left?" he asked, looking at the Warlock.

Zheng Qing took a light breath and murmured: "The Vice President told me to guard this place properly... to courageously guard here, uh, and to bravely survive."

"Mm," Zhuge nodded, shaking the Feather Fan: "Then just guard it well, don’t let those demons, ghosts, and monsters climb up... Do you have confidence?"

Zheng Qing decisively shook his head.

Just kidding, although he had barely mustered a bit of courage to defend the city earlier, that sliver of courage was built on having a Legendary Great Wizard beside him. Who could have expected that old fellow to leave him behind and disappear without a trace?

"Good to have confidence."

It seemed Mr. Zhuge did not see the Warlock shaking his head, and comfortingly patted his shoulder: "Since the Vice President placed you here, naturally there are His reasons... Don’t be too nervous, just fight well."

Zheng Qing woodenly looked at the Divination Team Leader in front of him, as if worried he had misheard, then turned to Jiang Yu, only to find the Witch was also at a loss at the moment.

Only Zhu Si was still carefree, doodling with a piece of broken stone on the wall.

On the battlement, the Black Cat let out a mischievous laugh.

...

San You Bookstore.

At the tea bowl.

The Yellow Flowered Cat withdrew its gaze, tilted its head, and looked at the shop owner lounging in the chair feigning sleep, twitching its ears, and suspiciously said: "Why did Elder Ruoyu and Zhuge let Zheng guard there? That brat doesn’t have such great ability... Do they know something?"

"Hmm?" Mr. Wu lifted an eyelid, inquiringly looked at the Flower Cat.

The Yellow Flowered Cat crouched on the tea table, its tail curling obediently at its paws, its tone somewhat impatient: "I mean, did they guess that we are peeping..."

"Observing," Mr. Wu immediately corrected.

"Right, right," the Yellow Flowered Cat added irritably: "Observing, observing, did they discover that we are observing the events happening in the Black Prison World? Otherwise, I cannot understand why a Legend and a top Great Diviner would have a first-year kid guarding the most crucial position."

The more the Flower Cat analyzed, the more dubious it felt, finally declaring emphatically: "They are trying to lure you into a trap! That cunning Zhuge has lots of tricks, don’t fall for them!"