Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 389 Music Feast
The joint activities between the Literature Club and the Elf were undoubtedly a failure. In the face of the Literature Club's wanton behavior, the little bit of defense that the Elf showed offended as little as a feather.

Lyle expressed his admiration for the quality of the elves who performed. Even though the auditorium was in a mess and they regarded these elf performers as Muggles or background panels, these beautiful elves still performed their performances without changing their expressions.Even if none of the liches cared about their performance, everyone in the literary club was watching Mr. Gentleman, applauding the screams of him being beaten by an angry cat.

With a feeling of sympathy and apology, Lyle returned to his seat, and returned to Ariana's side to enjoy the elf's performance together.The witch who has lived in Andry for a long time is not interested in the behavior of the idiots in the literature club. Her love for music has controlled her whole mind.

Lyle's gaze rested on her side face.Her demeanor is relaxed, and her concentration seems to be taken away from her soul. Her bright red lips are black in the green light, which instead brings her a gothic magical charm.Her skin, crafted by Lyle's own hands, is pearly-smooth supported by flesh and cheekbones.

The faint breath exhaled sweetness, but the surrounding noise was too loud, and Lyle couldn't hear the breathing sound he wanted to hear at all.

God seems to have heard Lyle's simple wish, the yelling of the Lich decreased, and the sound of playing on the stage also came to an end with time.

It would be great to end the concert with Ariana's voice (breathing).

Just as Lyle expected, in the gradual calm, Lyle heard Arianna's breathing.

There was a long inhalation, followed by the singing of Arianna Death Ode.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

The concert, finally, ended with Ariana's voice (singing).

The sound waves hit the violent airflow, and the huge black cloth covering the cage danced wildly in the wind. The frantically dancing corners seemed to be howling wraiths stretching out their palms eager to escape.

The life of music, the death of music.

Everything fell into dead silence.

After a long time, the small iron-wood door creaked and was slowly pushed open.

A skinny figure.The seven orifices were bleeding, and the whites of the eyeballs were almost filled with blood.It was like a survivor who had just escaped a massacre and collapsed to the ground after taking a few steps.Under the horrified eyes of the elves who came to investigate the situation, they stretched out trembling forelimbs.

"Save... save... save me, I don't want to... I don't want to!!!"

The strong roar took away the last of his strength, and the hand that longed for hope fell powerlessly.

Before the elf approached him to give first aid, there was a new sound from behind the door.

It was the sound of a cacophony of group action.

In the fifth area of ​​light, the verdant habitat of elves, the small door seems to be connected to the underworld.

Skeletons, horrifying skeletons with bloodshot bodies and a breath of death, their eye holes burning with icy soul flames, almost freezing the air.

The skeleton army, completely exposed to the sun, is a group of life-threatening evil spirits who returned from hell.And they also projected their vicious eyes on the only survivor.

"What are you still insisting on, Mr. Gentleman? Take off your disguise as soon as possible."

The skeletons did not cover their limbs, one after another walked to the gentleman who was lying on the ground.

"Companions, Mr. Gentleman's flesh and blood camouflage seems to be a bit damaged, and I can't take it off."

"Then we will tear up the disguise and be oppressed by flesh and blood. The gentleman must be very lucky."

Then, seven or eight skeletons squatted beside the corpse, piercing their sharp bony fingers into the flesh, tearing the flesh like jackals.

Some of the guarding elves fainted from the horror scene in front of them, and some sat on the ground paralyzed, accepting mental torture numbly.

"It's so troublesome, the adsorption of flesh and blood camouflage is too good." The skeleton with meat strips on his body and his companions complained about their situation.

"Stop talking, work quickly, I've already removed the thigh meat." Another skeleton pierced the bone claws into the joints connecting the thighs, pulling off the thigh muscles layer by layer like taking off pantyhose.

"Wow! Gentleman's stomach is full of acid, it's disgusting!"

Finally, a human being was torn to the bone, and two beams of flames burst out from the eye hole. The gentleman in the form of a lich sighed, "What are you doing, I think I can still be saved!"

"No, you are hopeless, let's get rid of it sooner."

A tired lich dropped the intestines hanging from his body on the ground, and stretched his skinny waist.

"Ms. Arianna, has her singing skills improved again?"

"It must be, she sang us 'blow up'."

"Oh, I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied. I feel very comfortable after listening to the singing of the elves and Lady Ariana. Let's hurry up and participate in other activities."

"Remember to go back to the academy and change your disguise first, I don't want to run naked during the celebration!"

The Lich of the Literary Club walked away with a smile on his shoulders, leaving blood red all over the floor.

Arianna was wearing a ghostly black veil, although the black veil had been stained dark red by blood, she supported Lyle and walked out slowly step by step.

Lyle felt that his head was being frantically stirred by some savage guy holding a hot iron rod, turning into a pool of boiling paste.If Nia hadn't wrapped her whole body immediately, I'm afraid she would have died, Ariana.

"Sorry, Lyle, I was so engrossed for a moment that I couldn't help but start singing."

Lyle took a deep breath, the bloody smell pouring into his nose made his head hurt even more, his facial muscles trembled, and he pulled out a forced smile.

"It's okay, Ariana, I can take it."

Obviously, the legs can't be straightened.

Ariana didn't see through Lyle's last act of bravado, and moved her body closer to Lyle, allowing the boy's weight to be further transferred to her.

"By the way, how is Ms. Willa Leeds? I don't seem to see her shadow."

"The cat escaped into the shadows immediately. Mr. Gentleman was able to ensure the integrity of his body because of her help. He probably left long ago."

Lyle nodded, and limped towards the outside of the elf area with a sore body.

"Well, those performers are still in the venue," Lyle greeted the terrified elf guard, "They are protected by the leaves of the emerald tree, and they are currently in a coma."

There should be help.

It has to be said that the protection measures of the elves are prescient.

However, they should not dare to hold joint events with the Lich anymore.

Really, sad.

　Feeling out of shape tonight, I touched it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)