Chapter 312: We Shall Protect You (2/2)

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Bloodcrazed had already charged out from the base of the statue. And there seemed to be more on the way as roars and screams continued to ring out from within.

It seemed like the statue was actually a massive dungeon in which countless violent and crazed arcane masters had been imprisoned.

The arcane energy fluctuations rippling from them were even more powerful than the ones rippling from the teachers!

“Ice’s Lament!”

The face of Berryn, the white robed arcane master who seemed even colder than Rinloran, changed as well as he invoked a skill. Countless transparent sheets of ice began appearing in midair like an arrangement of musical notes.

An intense chill permeated the air between the group of students and teachers and the stone statue.

Crack crack crack…

The bodies of the Bloodcrazed who rushed forth from the statue all turned white as the sheets of ice cut into them, causing them to freeze to death in their maddened and savage states.

The immense chill also caused the air within the arch to freeze over, forming a thick wall of ice which blocked it.

Boom!

But it was only for a moment. In the next, the Bloodcrazed smashed through and continued to pour forth like an endless tide.

“Berryn, you are one of the past geniuses of the National Tournament who I wanted to kill the most. Indeed, in these many years, your progress has been even faster and greater than I expected. But these Bloodcrazed before you have been slowly accumulated over thirty years. You and Liszt are strong, but can you two deal with so many?” Dias sneered as he glared at Berryn, whose face had slightly paled.

“Ah, that’s right. There’s one more thing which I forgot to mention,” Dias continued after a short pause. His gaze turned towards Ciaran, “Many of these Bloodcrazed are your fellow comrades who once fought against us like you all. But after being transformed into Bloodcrazed, they have truly turned into nothing more than savage beasts. And like all savage beasts, what they want the most is the sweet blood of arcane masters, especially female ones. So I’m afraid that you might be the first one slaughtered by them…”

“I will not… I absolutely will not allow your insidious plan to succeed! I will never let them kill Teacher Ciaran!” Ayrin abruptly roared, interrupting Dias.

Towards Rinloran, Ayrin’s shouts were normally like shots of energy which awoke the fighting intent within him.

But at this current moment, Ayrin’s shouts instead felt like needles which were piercing his ear.

Could they still win?

Was there any way for them to prevent Ciaran and the others from being killed?

As long as the two Evil Dragon Followers before them had strength to stand, how could they escape the clutches of this flood of Bloodcrazed?

No matter how powerful Teacher Liszt and the others were, even if they had the same fighting ability as the dragon riders of the Nine Great Families, it was useless against this many Bloodcrazed. They would ultimately be exhausted and overrun.

At a time like this, just what was the point of shouting such words?”

But then, Ayrin shouted once more, “Teacher Liszt, let me, Rinloran, and Stingham protect Teacher Ciaran! You all go and deal with Dias and the Shamanist Bishop!”

“We will protect Teacher Ciaran? Are you joking, Ayrin?” Stingham couldn’t help but swear.

“Death’s Energy: Shadow Ball!”

A ring of evil light immediately descended over the fallen Bloodcrazed closest to Ayrin.

A black shadow ball formed and slammed into the chest of an incoming Bloodcrazed with a loud boom.

The Bloodcrazed let out a shriek as it tumbled backwards through the sky.

“This guy…” Rinloran and Stingham were both stunned.

At the same time, Liszt and Carter subconsciously exchanged looks.

“He managed to learn a necromantic skill?”

“Then perhaps we shall not all perish here after all!”

Liszt’s grim and seemingly frozen lips abruptly turned upwards as a brilliant smile appeared atop his face.

“Alright. You must protect your teacher well. You have sworn to,” Liszt replied as he nodded at Ayrin.

Ayrin charged into the midst of the Bloodcrazed, constantly absorbing the energies of death to create shadow balls and using them to send one Bloodcrazed after another flying into the distance.

At the same time, he shouted towards Ciaran behind him, “Teacher Ciaran! Although Teacher Ashur is no longer here, we shall protect you in his place!”

Tears emerged in Ciaran’s eyes once more as her vision blurred once more.

“Ayrin, you really are some kind of guy!” RInloran and Stingham both muttered under their breaths.

But in the next moment, the two of them also shouted in a fiery and passionate manner, “Teacher Ciaran, we swear to protect you in place of Teacher Ashur!” Without looking back, they too charged forwards into the flood of Bloodcrazed.