Chapter Fifty-Eight: Ranchi's Hellfire Nuclear Fusion
urley wanted to cherish every moment with Tata."Then I'll pick you up at five o'clock."Talya nodded, and the door to Lance dormitory closed behind her."…"Lance fell silent, as if pondering the origin...Chapter 58: Ranche's Hellfire Fusion
A dark stage was bathed in brilliant beams of light, like stars ignited in the night sky.
Accompanied by the great love poet covering her chest with her hand, she bowed gracefully. The stage lights dimmed, and the melody began to rise.
At the back of the stage, Lance bowed his head, his gaze focused. His fingers lightly grazed the keys, beginning to play the infernal symphony.
And before the stage, the great poet also showed a wanton smile, reciting with her heavenly voice.
The four mentors in the audience all frowned, their eyes darting across the stage. Discontent and impatience began to appear on their faces.
This overture, which seemed lackluster at best, was not what they had in mind.
However, at that moment they hadn't quite figured out Lynch's intentions.
Rance pressed the piano keys with his left hand, and his right hand conjured magic cards as if by magic, using them directly!
All of these are cards from the ["Error Healing"] series, filled with the breath of healing and rebirth.
Lan Qi acted without hesitation, decisively and firmly pouring all his healing magic into the music teacher's poisoned body, going all out with a forceful approach!
Before anyone could react.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The malignant toxin surged within him, unleashing an unbearable agony. His body convulsed violently, thrashing like a victim possessed by a frenzied serpent. Horrific shrieks tore from his throat, echoing through the theater, demonic roars that ripped through the air, engulfing the entire space in an instant.
The great poet's enchanting melody echoed across the stage, like a venomous snake, piercing deeply into the diseased and corrupted ear. His cries grew more intense, his pain surging forth like waves, he was no longer able to maintain rational control.
"You're...!"
The emcee's voice came from one side of the stage, he was about to stop Lynch's actions, but found that the Demon Eye didn't react at all.
This surprised him, but he immediately understood that the magic Lance had used wasn't an attack and hadn't caused any harm.
However, the following scene caused the host examiner to lose his composure.
Everything changed too quickly, even so fast that not a single demon present could react immediately to how the disaster had unfolded!
"Stop it!"
"Let me go!!"
The sound of the corrupted bodies was like the shredded cries of a beast in the night, an agonizing wail. This pain-filled scream possessed a psychic attack power that surpassed even the demons present. All the students were struck as if by a violent electric current, tearing at their heads and trembling to withstand this assault beyond their limits.
And at this moment, on the stage, the great poet of love stands bathed in the spotlight, singing with joy. Her voice floats serenely throughout the theater, a stark contrast to the mournful cries of the diseased and poisoned bodies.
But her sweet voice didn't ease the situation; instead, it amplified the emotion of "bitterness" produced by the mental attacks inflicted on all the students by the mutated poison body tenfold.
The demon students had reached their breaking point. Their wails echoed through the classroom like ghostly cries, haunting every corner. The mental state of all the demon students began to unravel; their eyes glazed over with a chaotic and trembling madness, as if they were all on the verge of insanity.
These newly emerged sounds, like vicious curses, began to influence and torment each other, repeatedly stimulating and amplifying the theatrical lament of pain.
The tormented students passed on even more agonizing cries, this pain echoing back and forth between them, transforming the theater into an instant hell like a landslide or tsunami!
The Ranch initially only dislodged a small stone, activating the entire classroom. After that, this vicious cycle, like an avalanche, could no longer be stopped!
Weaker demons, like Bachelor, were now foaming at the mouth and twitching in their seats. However, they were quickly roused from their pain by the nightmare sounds echoing through the theater, resuming their horrific screams.
Even though she pressed her hands firmly over her ears, burying her head in her legs, and repeated prayers to the goddess incessantly.
If she hadn't already prepared herself mentally to deal with the great poet's love, she would probably have gone crazy by now.
On one side of the stage, the usually elegant and composed emcee was stunned by this hellish scene. His face instantly went from brimming with confidence to as pale as paper. His once upright posture had become shaky, his hand gripping the wall trembling violently as if he might collapse at any moment.
His eyes were wide with terror, unable to believe what he was seeing.
What do you want to do
The host teacher's voice was almost a shout, he had fully realized the seriousness of the problem with this performance.
Lancy stood in the center of the stage as if he hadn't heard anything.
Keep playing the music.
He even had the time to explain physics as if talking to himself.
In nuclear fusion, if **temperature**, **pressure**, and **time** all reach a certain level, the heat generated can keep the temperature high enough to continue new nuclear fusion reactions. This is called **self-sustaining burn**.
His voice was like a poet's recitation, calm and profound.
Lanche's heart was calm, as if this chaotic theater had no effect on him.
His eyes saw only the piano keys, his ears heard only that one melody.
"You, you... what on earth are you talking about!"
The host teacher's voice became more shrill.
He felt that Lance was speaking in some incomprehensible, strange and terrifying gibberish!
This is the result of my learning, and the artistic concept of this performance.
Lanche explained seriously.
Once nuclear fusion is achieved, it will continue to happen indefinitely even without any further energy input.
He looked around the theater, feeling that the 【pressure】 in this theater was already enough.
You have over a minute left to use magic.
If he could raise the heat during this period, maybe he could achieve .
Even if Lanchi stopped the music and did nothing, even if he brought back the great poet of love, this demon classroom would continue to be trapped in a complete and eternal cycle of death.
Until all four music teachers and every demon student were burned to ashes, unconscious.
This hellish symphony of nuclear fusion will only end.
He believed that the performance, whether it was the emotional and vocal outbursts of the demon students, the visual and auditory effects, or the final cacophony of collective intoxication as everyone fell into a slumber, perfectly fulfilled the previous requirements set by the four mentors.
"This should satisfy everyone, right"
Lancy sat at the piano, lifted his head to look around, and saw that the four music teachers were enjoying themselves. He felt that he was very fulfilling today again.
(The End)
【】raditions of their Protoss Royal Academy, unquestionable and irrefutable.Sir Levin Czernyshev's face instantly froze."Indeed... matters concerning Miss Lilias' happiness should be settled with clarity...