Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 215 - 202 Blood Nest Great Tree

The sorrow expressed by the gentleman at that time caught Lyle’s attention; he didn’t even notice the reporter sneaking away. Over the next few days, his state of mind remained the same.

The Necromancer Figure Club had just been established. Mr. Law gave the Magical Beast Breeding Society three days to clear out their activity room, so for the time being, they couldn’t hold any club activities. However, Shiny seemed to have really made a sparkling connection with the Demon Race.

"Shiny, did you just recommend the Spine Wheel to the Demon Race?"

"Of course, with the Prince of the Black Abyss as the endorser, how could they not be tempted?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"I recall the Demon Race are creatures, too. Have you thought of a solution for the dizziness?"

"No, if they vomit just riding in a vehicle, what kind of Demon Race are they? How embarrassing."

That being said, the Spine Wheel still needed more improvements to become a product, and now they didn’t have the venue. Fortunately, the senior courses in Spirit Summoning Studies had already begun. The four members of the Necromancer Figure Club once again entered the classroom.

Tonight’s class was taught by Mr. Crimson of the Flesh Sect.

Following familiar classmates, they entered Andrey’s Gloomy Forest Land.

Lyle scanned the surroundings and noticed that the number of people seemed to far exceed his estimate. Almost a tenth of the basic Spirit Summoning Studies class was present.

"The number here is probably influenced by the Chief Plague Doctor’s rhetoric; many people have chosen to major in Spirit Summoning Studies this year. These aren’t all of them, as not everyone has chosen to study all three sections like us. Only a small portion could be assigned to Mr. Crimson’s class, as he has requirements for student quality."

The teaching location was not far from the White Bone Territory, because in this direction, Lyle could see the Bone Necromancy Tower at the end of his sight, its skull marking on the top layer was quite clear.

But soon, his eyes were no longer attracted to that white light, as his entire body was engulfed by a crimson glow.

Every student felt the same, as they looked up at the huge, red-glowing structure before them.

It was nearly thirty meters high, supported by a single, thick pillar of intertwining flesh. The surface had a honeycomb-like structure, but with irregular round edges that were not standard hexagonal shapes, resembling a wrinkled skirt hem. Each hole twinkled with a red light, an ominous, bloody glow.

In fact, upon seeing the gigantic flesh creation before him, Lyle’s first thought was of a lantern, a red lantern.

Lyle and the others arrived directly beneath it, and on closer inspection, the sealed walls resembled veins—with a gelatinous protective layer—pulsating continuously from the base touching the ground up through the entire structure.

As everyone stood firm below, from the hollow underneath, there descended numerous wrinkled, dark-brown tentacles. They coiled before the students, forming a structure akin to a hanging basket.

Like the surrounding students, Lyle stepped into the basket, grabbing onto the straightened parts.

"Bones?" The insides of the tentacles had bones. Perhaps Lyle had gripped too hard, the tentacle he was holding began to change. The wrinkled skin rolled back, revealing the bone spurs connected to the flesh inside the wrinkles—in other words, teeth.

Good lord, this was not a tentacle but hundreds of connected mouths. Its shape was similar to a long, deep-fried sausage with its skin rolling up like flower petals during frying—except it was about to eat you instead.

Once everyone had climbed into the hanging basket, the tentacles began to rise, leading the students into the interior of the great lantern.

The surface of the honeycomb structure changed; the blood floating on the outer layer flowed into the veins on the edges. It turned out that the light wasn’t actually red, but the color of white light refracted through the blood.

Lyle was like a piece of fat on the tongue, being swallowed by the building before him. Right as he was about to pass the blood floating on the surface of the honeycomb, Lyle mischievously took out a strip of meat and touched it.

The flesh strips were consumed by blood. That blood, like a living thing, covered the flesh strips with its surface tension. Wrapped under the red liquid membrane, Lyle watched as the flesh strips gradually shrank, along with the bubbling sounds echoing in his ears.

Corrosive blood, or rather, blood with a digestive function.

Tentacles pulled them through three layers of a honeycomb-like surface structure, and Lyle entered the interior of the building.

It wasn’t solid, and the center didn’t resemble the honeycomb-like exterior.

The center was a web of flesh, interwoven haphazardly, not a flat plane but a complex three-dimensional network, or rather, a spider’s nest. Flesh webs connected each honeycomb, all converging at the center, upon the sphere emitting a dazzling light.

They were pearls clustered together, each the size of a human head, radiating a brilliant glow. The pearls’ luminescence seemed to possess a magical power that irresistibly drew Lyle in, an instinctual attraction.

Atop the web, Mr. Crimson in a long red robe, looked upon these newcomers.

He smiled and said, "Welcome, my students," Mr. Crimson beckoned to Lyle, who had just been placed atop the web, "I will do my utmost to guide you in comprehending the secrets of flesh and blood. The glory of blood illuminates the Spirit Summoning Studies."

Couldn’t they have chosen a safer classroom?

Lyle couldn’t help but complain. He now stood with each foot on a different strand of web, the space beneath him was empty, and he was two to three meters above the honeycomb below. Lyle didn’t want to test the durability of those honeycombs with his own body, nor did he want to touch the blood infused within them.

"Nia has a way!" Nia appeared behind Lyle, her lattice tentacles tightly grasping the flesh webs on either side, fashioning a hammock for Lyle to sit in with her own tentacles.

Mr. Crimson looked at Lyle, then reminded the other students. "You can use your creations to establish footholds."

"Mr. Crimson, can the Spine Wheel be used as well? Won’t it crush these flesh strips?"

Mr. Crimson looked at Shiny, who had asked the question, and gestured with his hand.

"Give it a try, it’s much more durable than you think."

Shiny did so, placing the horizontal Spine Wheel across two of the flesh web strands. The web’s swaying with the weight of the Spine Wheel was no different from the stability Lyle felt when holding it, absolutely secure.

As the students clicked their tongues in amazement, Mr. Crimson clapped his hands.

"I am a Senior Professor of the Flesh Sect, Crimson, and my teaching philosophy is connection. I will enlighten you on the connectivity and transmission functions of flesh. Flesh is not an isolated entity. It is neither as hard as bone nor as profound as the spirit, but it too carries the functions necessary for sustaining life. You might scoff at it, given you only require bone and spirit."

"But I will show you the strength of flesh. It fills bones with vigor and completes the spirit."

"Just like the Blood Nest Great Tree you are in! It is the combined power of the three major sects of the Spirit Summoning Studies!"

"It is the foundational legacy of the Spirit Summoning Studies."

"It is my..."

"Forbidden creation."