Mythology card making

Chapter 46 Stage Play: Scar Lion’s Counterattack
Meixiang Cultural High School, Art Hall.

More than a dozen rows of bright red plastic seats are arranged in a staircase, forming a semicircle surrounding the stage curtain.

The curtain was dark red, and the curtains fell to the ground, and the piled pleats were covered with dust.

Zhenjun snapped his fingers to gather energy and closed the ocher wooden door, and large pieces of ash fell.

It seems like no one has been here for a long time.

There was a rustle in the darkness, and shadows passed by from time to time.

Obviously, this place has become a paradise for some creatures.

Luofu concentrated his efforts, blew hard, scraped off the dust on the judges' bench, and sat there, showing his leadership posture.

"It's been a year since the No. 444 bus incident happened. Didn't you find anyone else to come and take a look during this time?"

He pressed the wireless earphone with his left hand and asked the teacher of the school security department in a casual manner.

"The contribution points our school can provide are relatively few. The senior card masters look down on it, and the weak...younger card masters who are still relatively young cannot solve it."

"I missed the golden month after the mission was released. A lot of new and strange things happened, and our old problem was quickly ignored."

"Our school leaders originally planned to use personal relationships to resolve this matter."

"but……"

"But you quickly mastered the operating rules of bus No. 444 and found that as long as you slightly adjusted the students' schedule and the staff's duty schedule, nothing would happen. So you have postponed it until today. Right?" Luofu asked.

"……Correct."

The young male teacher on the other end of the phone saw that Luofu didn't have any airs, and his attitude became more casual:

"This time, a big shot named Luo mentioned the No. 444 bus in a certain plan, and our school was lucky enough to wait for you."

"Big shot..." Luofu smiled with unknown meaning.

At this time, Mazu, who was far away on the semi-open rooftop of the main teaching building of the school and was responsible for handling emergencies, suddenly heard a scene.

Resembling the black and white and gray grainy texture of an old projector, a rusty, mud-stained bus spreads black smoke around and hovers in the air.

bang——

There was a very light knock on the door.

The ocher red door shook slightly.

More than two dozen livid-faced students, wrapped in water-soaked school uniforms, lined up, lowered their heads, and walked in through the door.

After entering the door, they automatically formed two teams, dragging a trail of water to the backstage.

Luofu glanced left and right, and quickly realized that this should be a small rules scene.

It's best not to act rashly.

He lowered his head and glanced at the screen of the communication card. In the communication section, the contact interface with the note "Brother Xiao" was showing Dial.

He quickly raised his eyes, put the communication card in his pocket, and waited for the show to begin.

Four minutes later, with a "click-click" sound of the pulley turning, the curtain slowly started and all the lights in the venue were turned off.

Only two large xenon lamps were left, throwing clear and cold blue-white light beams onto the stage, illuminating every livid face entangled with resentment and pain.

The show begins.

Golden cardboard cut into the shape of grass is inserted diagonally on the stage.

The old projector started on its own, projecting a Black Continent scenery that fit the inherent impression.

Bison and zebra herds swept across the low hills, and a few acacia trees stood along the road.

A gloomy and strange female voice tells the background of the story line by line:

Lion Sands, the king of Masaila Grassland, wants to train his son Kuba to be a qualified heir, but he has no idea that his younger brother Scar is secretly coveting his position as king.

Finally, under a careful plan, Scar succeeded in killing Jinsha, and then blamed everything on Kuba, the little lion, forcing him to leave his hometown.

This is where the stage play begins.

On the stage, the short boy wore a lion pelt and, as the little lion Kuba, met the meerkat Bingman and the warthog Dongdong.

It experienced and took risks as it grew up, and finally reunited with its childhood sweetheart, the lioness Nana. Then it recognized its mission and decided to take back the throne that should belong to it...

An hour flies by.

Luofu sat at the judges' table, holding tomato chips in his hand, watching with gusto.

Unfortunately, good times are always short.This children's story finally comes to an end.

The adult Kuba, played by a tall and strong boy, once again stood on the land of the Marcela grassland.

At this point, the dynamic background of the play is no longer as full of life as it once was.

The dancing flames occupied the entire grassland, and thousands of animals ran wailing.

The adult Bowser climbed over the hills with determination in his eyes.

Finally met its uncle and the enemy who killed his father - the lion Scar!
then……

In Luofu's sight, a terrifying ghost lion made of the resentment of dead souls slowly appeared on the stage.

Its flying mane was woven from the wet hair of the dead, its bright black beast eyes reflected dozens of twisted human shapes, and there were more than twenty painful human faces distributed on both sides of its huge body.

Every time you take a step, the art hall will shake crazily, and the venue will sink faintly.

at last……

Roar! ! !
An evil, majestic roar that penetrated the soul resounded through the night sky, and sound waves visible to the naked eye surged out in all directions.

Bowser, who was still less than Scar's knees when he stood up, was devoured in one gulp.

The strange aura of the Scar Lion also reached its peak at this time.

July 7, early morning, 24:44.

The sky is blue, deep and dark.

The stage made of welded iron plates suddenly collapsed, and the nearly two-story ghost lion swooped towards Luofu.

The smelly wind blew like a knife.

More than twenty black shadows rushed out of the ghost lion's tumorous and pimple-like muscles, only exposing its upper body, and reached out to grab Luofu.

The ghost lion roared again.

The sound surged.

At the same moment, the hot stamping light swirled.

The skill [Mountain Axe] is activated!
The abstract wave of sound was chopped into thousands of thin strips, scattered in both directions, and smashed large pieces of plastic red chairs into pieces.

"True monarch!"

Luofu called out in his heart.

A soft "hmm" was a response.

Zhenjun's right foot dug hard into the ground, his left leg was tensed vertically, and his arms covered in loose goose-yellow robes were surging with muscles, as smooth as sculptures.

Throw the three-pointed knife as a javelin!
Rotating, fast, and dusty.

It entered through the ghost lion's open mouth and burst out like a missile!

Time and space suddenly solidified.

The huge body of the ghost lion stood in the air, like a sculpture.

Finally, with a crisp explosion, the violent River-Manufacturing Dragon exploded its spine, and its steel-like muscles burst into pieces in an instant.

At this time, Zhenjun was already standing on the ruins of the stage with one hand behind his back, dragging the afterimage, under the remote reinforcement of Hyakki Banner and Mazu who appeared at an unknown time.

The three-pointed two-edged sword that was spinning forward at a rapid speed was held firmly by his free hand.

The broken body of the ghost lion suddenly fell to the ground.

Some kind of translucent gelatinous substance emerged from its body and flew into the night sky behind the green glass.

The True Lord did not take action to stop them, and his soft eyes followed them into the distance.

Luofu held the Hundred Ghost Flag and stirred up the remains of the ghost lion from a distance.

Losing the blessing of something, this terrifying body soon revealed its true appearance: a specially customized large-scale leather-covered mechanical device.

The rich black gas flows to the ground like a liquid, corroding.

Luofu, who protected himself tightly, watched this scene from a distance.

The image of the ghost lion roaring violently not long ago flashed before his eyes, and the strange sound waves visible to the naked eye rushed straight into his soul body, but was split open by Zhenjun. He couldn't help but half-squinted his eyes.

(End of this chapter)