High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2911: Chapter 1130: Special Privileges of the Array

Crack.

Like an ice pick smashing into an ice sheet.

The crisp shattering sound spread out bit by bit like a spiderweb, echoing in the empty Stone Cave Square. The red vines binding Edge Type One didn’t break a single strand, but the thin pale‑red light film covering Edge Type One’s body shattered with a bang in that crisp sound, turning into a spray of glittering red light spots that fluttered down from mid‑air.

Immediately after.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Another five crisp gunshots, almost forming a straight line. Five pale‑blue halos burst one after another in the void, one following the next, like five heavy fists, punching again and again at the Witch standing in the center of the altar.

But this was ultimately Primordial’s home field, and Zheng Qing’s Fu Bullets lacked a physical carrier to hold the spell power, so even the closest Fu Bullet, after it burst, still had its halo a full foot away from Professor Montreya.

That was real "close at hand."

Unfortunately Zheng Qing didn’t see this regretful scene. While he was madly squeezing the trigger, emptying all six Fu Bullets from the magazine in one breath, the Young Wizard was already gritting his teeth and executing the emergency disengagement procedure.

Very different from the ease and naturalness when he entered Edge Type One.

Once the emergency disengagement procedure started, Zheng Qing felt as if someone had grabbed him by the ankles and simply flung him out of an airplane cabin. After nearly two years, he once again experienced the insane feeling of free‑falling from ten thousand meters up.

His head spun.

His nose ran and tears streamed.

When he woke up from the nightmare, screaming, drenched in sweat, he was stunned to find that the previously empty resonance room was now packed with Wizards in black robes and white robes.

A slight sting came from his arm.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and saw a Witch in a white robe pushing a needle into his vein. The other end of the needle was connected to a bag of pale green liquid, and just looking at it made saliva inexplicably flood his mouth.

The feeling was strangely familiar.

In the lingering dizziness the boy struggled to think, finally recalling that this should be a Magic Potion that replenished vitality. Not long ago, when the Giant God Soldier Project Team burst into dorm 403 in the middle of the night, they had brought a "coffin" of this Magic Potion. The way it felt then was almost identical to now.

"I’m very sorry, your skin membrane is too tough, so we had to use some special means."

The Witch noticed Zheng Qing staring dazedly at the needle in his arm, misunderstood his thoughts a bit, gave a brief apology, then immediately, urgently confirmed: "—How do you feel right now? Do you know where this is? I’ll first ask you a few simple questions: who are you? What’s your name? What’s today’s date? What mission are you carrying out?"

Zheng Qing shook his groggy head.

The consciousness that had nearly been torn apart by the "gale" slowly stuck back together. He began thinking through the questions that voice by his ear had raised, and soon found the answers.

"I, I feel fine... My name is Zheng Qing, student of First University, Astronomy Class 08-1, teaching assistant at Edge Academy, Little White Cat’s Hei jiao... Today is Dragon Boat Festival, June sixteenth, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, this is the resonance room, I’m carrying out a test mission for a special configuration of the Giant God Soldier, and then..."

His voice grew smoother and smoother, his gaze brighter and brighter, until finally, as his thoughts were gradually sorted out, he suddenly remembered what he had experienced inside Primordial and immediately struggled to stand up: "—Wait! This isn’t the time to talk about this! I need to see the vice‑principal, or Professor Yao! Quickly, I have something extremely important to report! Alex! Alex!"

His eyes searched the crowd for the only name from the project team he had an impression of, but he just couldn’t find that bald, dark‑skinned Warlock.

A pair of powerful hands pressed down on his shoulders, trying to steady him.

"Professor Yao isn’t at the school, Mr. Ruo Yu and Lady Emma aren’t here either. If necessary, I can take you to see Them later." The speaker was a tall, thin Warlock with a severe expression, gloomy eyes, and a hoarse voice, giving a first impression of being a bad sort. Zheng Qing did, however, have a faint impression of him: "—I’m from the Professor Joint Meeting office..."

"Professor Qian Doudou!"

The Young Wizard blurted out the other’s name—this name instantly made the tall, thin Warlock’s face drop—at the same time Zheng Qing turned his head to look behind him and also recognized the owner of those hands on his shoulders: "—Mr. Ernest? I really have something urgent! As urgent as ten thousand fires!"

A few days ago, after dorm 403 suffered an illegal break‑in, it was these two who led the investigation. Later, Old Ernest had even become one of the three captains of Zheng Qing’s Guard Team.

"I believe what you have to say really is very urgent."

Old Ernest was not wearing his pointed hat. In the dim light, his grizzled hair looked a bit disheveled, and his voice was somewhat raspy: "—If it’s convenient, could you tell us here?"

Zheng Qing hesitated, glancing around, looking at the dozen or so unfamiliar figures nearby, and in the end shook his head.

No one knew whether there was a Crow among them.

Old Ernest gave a very slight nod and didn’t try to persuade him further. Instead he took out a pocket watch and checked the time: "—You came back at just the right moment. In another three minutes the special permission for the school’s Protect Legal Formation will be approved. Then you can come with me to see Mr. Ruo Yu. Right now your primary task is..."

"Special permission?" It was the first time Zheng Qing had heard this term, and he was a bit baffled: "What happened?"

The Elder Wizard blinked.

Then, very amiably, he patted the boy’s shoulder: "—Sorry, just as you can’t tell us what you went through, I can’t reveal what’s happening here."

Karma came fast, that one.

Although it was inconvenient to disclose his own experience, over the next three minutes the project team’s Wizards still managed to have Zheng Qing fill out a simple observation report—most of it composed of check‑off items with no standard answers—and their timing was very precise. Just as Zheng Qing ticked "no" on the last question, "Any damage to the altar walls," Alex happened to come charging into the resonance room at full speed.

"Got it!"

He held up a red plaque high and shouted loudly: "Special permission for the school’s Protect Legal Formation! We can establish a temporary cross‑interface communication line, and also let one person travel across interfaces to other Worlds!"

"Only one person is allowed?"

Old Ernest’s brows immediately knit together. He snatched the red plaque—two crooked lines of writing sprawled across it, like the handwriting of a five‑year‑old—but the content was exactly as Alex had said.

He hesitated, giving Zheng Qing a glance.

Only to see the Young Wizard staring wide‑eyed at the back of the plaque, looking as if he’d just seen a ghost.