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

Chapter 245 Class 9 members elbow the Holy Mountain

A million soldiers raised their weapons at the same time.

"We swear to follow the God of War to the death!"

The sound collided with the swirling snow and traveled beyond the northern border.

Just as the army's fighting spirit reached its peak—

"Buzz—"

The sky suddenly darkened.

The light on the snowfield was swallowed up by a huge shadow.

Zheng Qiang looked up, his expression changing drastically.

Above the clouds, an aircraft carrier hovered silently.

The ship's hull spans the field of vision, with silver-white railguns arranged on both sides of the deck, and mechanical honeycombs covering the lower part of the hull.

Countless cold lights lit up at the same time.

"All troops on alert!"

Zheng Qiang drew his sword.

The voice just fell.

A beam of teleportation descended from below the ship.

Within the beam of light, a figure was suspended upside down as it fell toward the high platform.

The man's back was covered in long black hair, and Xiao Ai rode on his back, her hands tightly gripping the strands of hair on her head.

He looked like a zombie tied up and stealing plants.

"Labour Committee!"

As soon as Lu Ming turned around, Yan Cong grabbed him by the waist.

"Get out of here!"

"boom!"

The space around them suddenly folded up.

Before Lu Ming could even speak, Yan Cong dragged him into the teleportation beam.

Only Yan Cong's voice echoed from mid-air.

"Brothers of the Northern Army!"

"Your war god, we, Class 9, will borrow him for half a day!"

"I'll pay it back soon!"

The million-strong Northern Army looked up at the empty high platform.

The colossal space carrier, obscuring the sky, rippled through space above the snow clouds before disappearing from sight.

Inside the border, only the lingering light of teleportation remained.

Zheng Qiang stood still, his sword still in the unsheathed position.

"I……"

He glanced at the spot where the mothership had disappeared in the air, then at the empty platform.

His lips twitched violently.

"The God of War has been kidnapped?"

The light dissipated.

Lu Ming and Yan Cong landed on the deck of the space carrier one after the other.

Lu Ming's feet sank slightly, but he immediately regained his balance.

"this……"

He looked around.

On the spacious deck, there were many familiar faces.

Ye Chuhao sat in the suspended seat, holding Xingyao in his arms, and was pinching her cheek.

Xingyao held her diary, squinted her eyes, and cooperated perfectly.

Ye Chen sat on the floor not far away, stuffing things into a snakeskin bag.

Liu Ruyan sat on the edge of the deck with her legs dangling in the air, tapping her knees intermittently with her folding fan.

Su Huaying, Luo Feng, Wang Quanyuechu, Jiang Mingzi...

Scanning them one by one, I saw they were all from Class 9.

"Is the Labor Committee back?"

"Labour Committee!"

"Oh, so the God of War has finished mobilizing the Northern Frontier?"

"Tsk tsk, we almost set off with a million troops just now, but Old Yan carried us back."

"Haha, you've been kidnapped?"

"Bullshit! This is called class team building."

The students from Class 9 all raised their hands to greet them.

Lu Ming slowly loosened his grip on the knife.

He's still a bit confused.

"What are you doing here?"

Yan Cong immediately put his arm around his shoulder, grinning so hard his teeth were showing.

"Oh, Labor Committee, to put it simply—"

"At the command of the squad leader, all members of Squad 9 shall proceed to North America."

"Get the deputy squad leader out of here."

Lu Ming's eyes flickered slightly.

He recalled the Abyss of Fallen Gods that Tianmu had mentioned at the end.

I recall Long Aotian forcibly transforming into a dragon, damaging his foundation, and suppressing monsters for five thousand years.

Lu Ming didn't ask any more questions.

He nodded.

"it is good."

"You have all been kind to me."

"It is only right and proper for Lu to go."

"Why!"

Yan Cong was immediately displeased and grabbed him, giving him a series of elbow strikes.

"What do you mean by that?"

"So you won't help unless there's a favor to be done, huh?"

Lu Ming's shoulder swayed from the bump, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

"no."

"That's definitely not it!"

Yan Cong patted his breastplate.

"We in Class 9 don't follow those rules when we get things done."

"If one person gets into trouble, the whole class will come to the rescue."

"If you don't go, the class monitor can make you write a 10,000-word self-criticism."

Lu Ming looked at Ye Chuhao.

Ye Chuhao was still pinching Xingyao's face.

Xingyao's cheeks were puffed out from being pinched, but she still managed to nod at him.

Lu Ming was silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The laugh was very soft.

It's a little warmer than the snow and wind in the North.

The two started joking around not long after.

The colorful lights on the outside of the ship suddenly faded.

The spatial turbulence was cut open.

The sunlight was perfect above.

Below, a snow-white sacred mountain stretches between heaven and earth.

The snow on the mountaintop shone brightly in the sunlight.

All around the sacred mountain, an endless sea of coniferous forest stretches out, its azure hue filling the horizon.

The transparent protective shield slowly opened a crack.

A cold wind blew into the deck.

The wind carries the scent of snow, as well as the damp, woody fragrance of the forest.

Yan Cong leaned over the edge of the deck, his eyes lighting up.

"Wow!"

"This scenery is amazing!"

"Hahahaha—"

"You second-class citizens, get out of the way!"

Xiao Ai suddenly jumped off Luo Ji's shoulder.

It put its hands on its hips and let out a loud, arrogant laugh.

"Our lord's mechanical divine weapon is about to make its debut!"

"Everyone, make way for me, the little Ai-sama, the most spacious spot!"

A dull metallic scraping sound came from the front of the deck.

"Click."

A huge square crack appeared in the metal ground ahead.

The elevator platform was raised from inside the ship's hull.

A deep-sea blue mecha, over two hundred meters tall, slowly rose onto the deck.

The outer armor unfolded layer by layer, and the ring-shaped fusion reactor on the chest lit up with a blue-white halo.

The hydraulic latches at the joints pop open one section at a time.

"Click!"

The shoulder particle propulsion array began to preheat, and the magnetic confinement nozzles on the back of the spine ejected large plumes of pressurized white mist.

"Click—"

The mech's head split open.

Xiao Ai's tuft of black hair "whooshed" into the hole.

next second.

The deep blue mech raised its head, its eyes gleaming with a scarlet mechanical light.

"Sizzle—"

The crackling sound of communication currents exploded from the mecha's loudspeaker.

"Hehehehehe—"

The two-hundred-meter-tall, deep blue mech stood with its hands on its hips, tilting its head back and laughing strangely.

"You are a second-class citizen!"

"See this amazing mechanical weapon of yours, Master Ai?!"

"Hurry up and worship!"

"young married woman."

Ye Chuhao lowered his head and pinched Xingyao's cheek.

He smiled.

"Hold on tight."

"We're going down."

"Go down?"

Xingyao looked down; thousands of meters above the ground lay beneath her feet.

next second.

Ye Chuhao held her in his arms, and they both fell backward in the chair.

The suspension seats automatically disintegrate.

The two fell directly off the edge of the deck.

"Ahhhhh—"

The sound of the wind suddenly filled my ears.

Xingyao's diary almost flew out of her hand, but Ye Chuhao gently pressed it back into her arms.

"Squad leader! You're here again!"

Ye Chuhao's laughter was drawn out by the wind.

"Is it exciting?"

"Class monitor!"

"I...I'm going to beat you to death—"

"I'm gone."

Ye Chen pulled out two boning knives and tucked them behind his waist.

He tied the snakeskin bag tightly, bent his knees, and jumped directly off the deck.

"Whoosh!"

Su Huaying rode on her fiery wheels, flicked her red-tasseled spear, and left a long trail of fire.

The mecha thrusters behind Luo Feng lit up, and he transformed into a streak of metallic light.

Wang Quanyue descended on his sword at the beginning of the month, the hem of his robes being straightened by the wind pressure.

Jiang Mingzi flashed his sword and followed closely behind.

Yan Cong, carrying a large sledgehammer, charged straight off the deck.

"Wuhu—"

"Old Long! Your Grandpa Yan is here to rescue you!"

Li Shuiwang's work was even more sloppy.

He leaned forward, his whole body rushing impatiently toward the sacred mountain.

A crimson aura of blood emanated from behind him.

"Hahaha……"

"Eat it."

"I'll feel better after eating this!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Yang Jian stood at the edge of the deck and glanced down.

His body suddenly disintegrated into a large lake.