The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"I knew it!"

"The Zhenguo Army has no heart!"

"The drill instructor has no heart!"

"The school's already destroyed, and you're still practicing?!"

"Can't we ordinary students at least have a way to survive!"

A chorus of curses erupted from below the platform.

The students in Class 9 ignored the wails below.

Yan Cong stood on the edge of the rooftop and glanced down at his phone.

On the screen, the message sent to Long Aotian still had no reply.

It's almost ten o'clock.

His brows furrowed slightly as he raised his phone and waved it at the students in Class 9.

"Everyone! Look over here!"

Ye Chen, who was about to sneak off to the library, stopped in his tracks.

He turned around.

"What's wrong?"

"Everyone!"

Yan Cong shook his phone, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Have you guys forgotten what Aikun said about our vice class monitor at the end?"

"That old show-off Lao Long might be in for a rough time."

Yan Cong turned his phone screen towards the crowd.

"I told him yesterday to let me know I'm safe before 8 o'clock."

"It's almost 10 o'clock now."

"Not a single word was uttered."

"And then, combined with what Ai Kun said at the end about the Alliance of Gods, the creatures fleeing from the Ruins, and all that mess in the Abyss of Fallen Gods..."

Yan Cong raised his head, his tone becoming serious.

"He is likely in a tough fight."

"What else is there to say!"

Luo Feng's fighting spirit ignited instantly, and he took a step forward.

"Shall we charge in now?"

"This little Ai is going too!!"

Xiao Ai stood on Luo Ji's shoulder, waving her two little hands excitedly.

"I, Lord Ai, will personally pilot this mechanical divine weapon to represent my lord in punishing North America!"

"Oh dear..."

Liu Ruyan stretched and smiled.

"Others like to join in the fun, count me in too."

"I won't go."

Luo Ji pushed up his glasses and lifted Xiao Ai off his shoulder.

"She can't go either."

"We have more important things to do."

Xiao Ai's excitement vanished instantly.

"Owner!"

"You cannot take away my freedom to fight!"

"You have no freedom."

Luo Ji spoke calmly.

"All you have is the repair list."

Xiao Ai: "..."

"I can't go either."

Ye Chen yawned and pointed into the distance.

"I have some personal matters to attend to."

Wang Quanyue held his sword and glanced at Ye Chen.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Add one."

Yan Cong looked at the group of classmates with differing opinions and his lips twitched.

The situation with Lao Long is unclear.

If we were to take only a few people, it would seem a bit risky.

His gaze quickly rose.

Ye Chuhao was sitting on his flying sword, his head resting on Xingyao's shoulder, watching the show with a leisurely expression.

Yan Cong immediately shouted:

"Squad leader, are you going or not?"

"You're an eighth-level mentalist."

"If you take action, the success rate of rescuing Old Dragon will increase significantly!"

Ye Chuhao raised his eyelids.

"I?"

He turned to look at Xingyao.

"Honey, shall we go?"

On the rooftop, all eyes of Class 9 fell on Xingyao.

Xingyao's ears turned red instantly.

She hugged her diary tightly, first stealing a glance at Ye Chuhao, then nodding very seriously.

"go."

"I'll go too!"

Su Huaying quickly raised her hand.

Ye Chuhao glanced at her.

Su Huaying paused for a moment, then silently shrank back into the crowd.

"Okay then."

Ye Chuhao sat up straighter and reached out to tuck Xingyao's wind-blown hair behind her ear.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Ye Chen turned around and prepared to slip away.

"Nothing else, I'll be going then..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A massive mental force pressed down on his body.

Ye Chen slowly turned around.

Ye Chuhao was looking at him with a smile.

"Security Committee".

Where are you planning to go?

Ye Chen forced a smile.

"Squad leader, you've already stepped in."

"One more of me makes no difference, one less of me makes no difference either."

"Why."

Ye Chuhao waved his hand.

"You are a safety committee member."

"A classmate in our class has a safety issue, is it appropriate for you not to be there?"

Ye Chen's face darkened.

But there was no way to resist.

On the rooftop, Yan Cong's shoulders trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter.

Ye Chuhao didn't look at Ye Chen again.

He glanced up and swept his eyes across the entire Class 9, his lazy expression slowly disappearing.

The sound no longer lingered.

"Listen up, you all!"

"Class 9 is a whole."

"Without any one of them, it's not Class 9."

"Everyone is going today."

"Bring Long Aotian back."

"Put everything else aside for now."

"Everyone."

"Set off."

The rooftop was quiet for a moment.

Then, Yan Cong put his arm around Ye Chen's shoulder.

"that is!"

"With the entire Class 9 team working together, we can get it done in less than half a day!"

"Is there something preventing you from going?"

He patted his chest.

"I've already given up on today's favor... ugh, I'm participating in the national plan tonight!"

"Such a huge sacrifice, did I say anything?"

He patted Ye Chen on the chest.

"Besides, didn't you all see how awesome Old Dragon is even though he's underdeveloped?"

"If we could bring him back, we could let him develop properly."

"He'll be another formidable figure in the future!"

Yan Cong got more and more excited as he spoke.

"Everyone is preparing for the survival of the Dragon Kingdom."

"Can you not go?"

Ye Chen rolled his eyes.

"Go! Go! Go."

"Go, everyone."

"Is that enough?"

"Why!"

Yan Cong was immediately overjoyed and turned to look at the high platform.

"Commander Ye!"

"Could you arrange a helicopter for us?"

beside,

Ye Long frowned.

The students in Class 9 are no longer ordinary students.

Dragon King, God of War, Technological Monster, Taoist Genius, Prodigy Weapon Refiner...

If everyone leaves Jinling now and is attacked en route, the consequences would be unbearable.

But he looked up and glanced at Ye Chuhao on the flying sword.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Level 8 Spiritual Master.

He can't beat him.

Ye Long remained silent for a moment, then could only nod.

"I will immediately submit an application to the Air Force regarding your mission to North America to rescue Long Aotian."

"I will also have the relevant departments handle the escort along the way, diplomatic negotiations, and landing support—"

"Need not."

Luo Ji suddenly spoke, interrupting Ye Long.

He was still holding the book in his hand, his eyes never leaving the pages.

"That's too much trouble."

"Since the squad leader said everyone is going, let's set off now."

Ye Long was taken aback.

"What are you planning to do—"

Luo Ji did not answer.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

next second.

Xiao Ai jumped back onto his shoulder, one hand on her hip and the other pointing to the sky.

"Come out!!!"

"Our Lord, the Great Ark of the End!!!"

"Buzz—"

The lights in the entire Jinling Wuzhong campus suddenly dimmed.

A large shadow pressed down from above the clouds, obscuring the entire school.

The students on the playground all looked up.

A colossal object pierced through the clouds and hovered above Wuzhong in Nanjing.

The ship's length exceeds the range that can be captured by sight.

Silver-white railguns are arranged on both sides of the deck.

Countless unmanned combat aircraft platforms automatically deployed, forming a dense mechanical honeycomb beneath the ship's hull, with cold lights flashing one after another.

There were no flames shooting out from the bow, nor the roar of traditional engines.

The entire aircraft carrier was simply suspended there, and the surrounding space was forcibly compressed into ripples.

Ye Long looked up, his lips twitching repeatedly.

"aviation……"

"Mothership?"

He had seen Luo Ji transform the moon into a weapon in the sky before.

But the sky is one thing.

In reality, seeing such a thing silently hovering over Nanjing is a different story altogether.

"Damn it..."

A Zhenguo Army officer standing nearby couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"There's such a good thing hidden away."

"What exactly is it about our motherland that you can't trust...?"