Academy's Second Seat [part 2 Complete]

Chapter 286: Completion (7)

"Is it Professor Gracie and Principal McDowell?"

"Yes, those two are holding them back."

Both Professor Gracie and Principal McDowell are among the academy's strongest.

They were among the few talents in the academy who were more confident in combat than in research.

However, it wasn't easy for them to hold back the undead legion.

The undead legion's ability to push forward was one thing, but they also don't feel fear.

For humans, showing a few strong abilities might make soldiers hesitate, but such tactics don't work on the undead.

They lack intelligence.

They only follow the commander's orders, driven by hatred for the living.

They would keep moving forward towards the canyon, regardless of their comrades falling beside them.

I looked at Cromwell, who was beside me.

"Can they hold them off? Should we send reinforcements now?"

"Don't worry. Do you think we have no plan?"

"So, is there anything to do until the main forces arrive?"

"No, there's nothing. Everything is already prepared."

Cromwell said that and led me away.

Cromwell led me to the top of the canyon.

"Oh, Cromwell, you're here?"

"Professor Mcguire?"

Mcguire greeted us at that spot.

"Is everything ready?"

"We've been preparing for days. Of course, it is."

Mcguire raised his thumb and smiled.

I tilted my head in confusion.

"Preparation for...?"

"Ah, that."

Mcguire pointed behind him.

"...Why is this here?"

"If we can use it, we should. Just borrowed it for a moment."

Behind Mcguire was a huge amplifier.

The amplifier made by Perrian Astria was set up at the top of the canyon.

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Sparks flew around it powerfully.

Just being near it could result in death by electrocution.

Yet, Venderwood charged at Gracie.

"Lightning...!"

A giant bolt of lightning emerged from Gracie's body and aimed at Venderwood's sword-bearing right arm.

Zap─

Venderwood's arm melted from the lightning, leaving only the skeletal remains.

Without flesh, the great sword was dropped.

Unfazed by the loss of his arm, Venderwood flowed like water.

He spun his body, grabbed the great sword with his left hand, spun again, and swung the sword at Gracie.

"Ugh...!"

A small cut appeared on Gracie's face.

'He doesn't stop attacking even when hit...'