Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 184 He will ascend to heaven
The Prophet's coma is not a trivial matter. Anger went to the ward to check it out, listened carefully to the doctor's diagnosis opinion, and told them to take care of Qilan, who was an important student of Cassel.

The old man was still thinking on the way to the secret room. According to the doctor, Qilan fell into a coma due to excessive consumption. This phenomenon is not uncommon, especially for prophets. This happens every time they make a major prophecy. Some scholars have analyzed that this is the backlash of revealing fate.

Damn it, they just let Qilan practice his speech skills, and didn't the group of scholars say that with this child's bloodline, he couldn't make too important prophecies?
unless……

Angers remembered what the old cowboy in the bell tower had said drunkenly.

"It was not the prophet who made the prediction, but fate found the prophet."

He thought it was just the guy's drunken nonsense.

Later, when I asked the vice principal, he just laughed and fooled.

For some reason, Angers suddenly thought of this past event.

Fate found the Prophet?
Does this sentence mean that the existence in the dark said something about the future through Qilan's mouth?
Angers couldn't be sure.

In fact, what the vice-principal said is right, he is a complete butcher, and the old man who fights and slays dragons is definitely reassuring to rely on. Not on that old cowboy.

After complicated identity verification, he entered the secret room, where all the people in charge of the Qilanyanling test today are here.

Angers nodded solemnly without exchanging pleasantries.

"Come on, let me see what the prophet said."

A note was handed to the old man.

In absolute silence, the old man read clearly the words on the note.

Even with his knowledge of the legendary dragon slayer, Rao couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Ange clenched his fist tightly with his broad and powerful palm, pinching the note in his hand.

"Does anyone know?"

"there's only us."

"very good."

The old man solemnly took out a thick book, the cover was dark red, and upon careful inspection, one could see layers upon layers of tiny scales, which seemed to be made of some kind of biological skin.

The rest stood up solemnly and bowed their heads slightly to express their respect for the supreme law code of the mixed race.

Deed of Abrahamic descent.

This is the highest contract in the mixed-race society that only exists in legends.

Almost every hybrid has heard of its invention.

Whenever a mixed-race organization makes a judgment or makes a covenant with a person, it will put its hand on the Abrahamic blood deed to represent its legitimacy and sanctity.

It's as if many Western courts put their hands on the Bible when they pronounce a sentence.

According to the legend, if one swears an oath to the real Abrahamic lineage, the oath will be endowed with mysterious power, and no one can ever betray the oath.

In fact, this is not a legend. The original version of the Abrahamic Pedigree is essentially a legendary alchemy tool. The real source is no longer available. One is said to be the alchemy treasure gifted by the dragon to the ancestor of the hybrid species, and it is also said to be a hybrid. The master alchemist was built with the technology of dragons.

No matter which statement is true, there is no doubt that the Abraham bloodline directly adopted the technology of dragons. The alchemy matrix recorded on it is like art, no, like truth, from the paper texture of the cover to the text of each page. It is a part of this huge matrix, and they together form the strongest alchemy treasure in the hands of this hybrid, and it can even be described as a holy weapon.

But it is a pity that in the long history of the mixed race, the original Abrahamic bloodline has long been lost, and there are only three imitations left in the hands of the Secret Party. Other organizations seem to have some similar models, intercepting a small part of the original bloodline. Rubbing the matrix, the effect is naturally far from being comparable to the original version, but it is already a priceless alchemy tool for the mixed race.

As for ordinary times, such as when a mixed-race court pronounces a sentence, the Abraham blood deed used by the judge is not even an imitation, it is just a fake to support the scene.

But now it's different.

The dark red ancient book that Angers took out is one of the three precious imitations kept by the Secret Party.

And the need to use the Abraham bloodline, only this can see Angers attitude.

"Swear."

The old man said solemnly.

His majestic golden pupils looked at everyone one by one.

"You will forever be dusty, everything about the prophecy."

…………

Clock Tower, Night Watch Hut.

"I hate to see your face, dear Mr. Headmaster."

"see this."

"Oh, what, a love letter from the little girl to you, shameless Angers."

The vice principal glanced at the note casually.

His expression froze.

In an instant, he changed into a dignified expression, and his dearest Brandy couldn't care less, and stared at the content of the note with a deep frown.

"what have you found?"

"Before that, let me guess, is the kid who awakened the prophet's words still lying on the bed?"

"Ah."

"Aha, I knew it."

The vice principal looked at Angers mockingly.

"You are a bunch of lunatics, what am I talking about, what are you talking about, that little prophet's pedigree is too bad, don't try to rely on him to get any important news, don't you listen, you dare to ask him to prophesy S Class, it's all right now."

Ange coughed.

"Although this sounds a bit like shirking responsibility, I have to say that it is Qilan's own behavior to predict the S-class. We just let him familiarize himself with his own words, and there is no mandatory task."

A moment of silence.

"idiot."

The vice principal scolded in a low voice.

"We can regard the existing Norse mythology as an allegory of the history of dragons."

"The position of the three goddesses of fate is very important here."

"Odin built the Hall of Valor because of the prophecy of the three goddesses, and it was also the three goddesses of fate who pointed out the coming of Ragnarok."

"Of course, we haven't been able to determine whether such a guy exists in the history of the dragon clan. I mean, the dragon corresponding to the three goddesses of fate."

"However, what is certain is that the dragon race is a race that believes in fate, or in other words, in destiny."

"Whether it is from the currently analyzed history of the dragon race or the various signs that are happening, we can be sure that the long history of the dragon race is waiting for that day."

"Wait for 2012."

said the vice principal.

"This is fate."

"Our lineage has studied the principle of the prophet, the word spirit. Do you know what they discovered?"

The vice-principal didn't wait for Angers' answer, and he didn't expect a butcher to solve advanced mathematics.

"Most of the time, prophets predict future events randomly and irregularly."

"This is also the most obvious manifestation of their spiritual ability."

"However, at certain special moments, it is not the prophet who sees the future, but the future who finds the prophet."

This is the sentence again.

Ange's expression changed.

"Destiny found the Prophet?"

"Let's make a metaphor that even you can understand."

The vice principal said empathetically.

"We regard the history of this world, the past, present and future, as a long river."

"Everyone and everything is just a drop of water in the long river, or more importantly, a pebble."

"However, there are such special cases, such as events that are important enough to affect the course of the entire world's history."

"You mean World War?"

"No no no."

The vice-principal wags a finger.

"That thing is far from affecting the whole world."

"I'm talking about, fundamentally, what's relevant to everybody, uh, or so."

"A breaking point in history."

"For example, the death of the black king."

"For example, when the four great kings died."

"Like 2012."

The vice principal solemnly raised his hand, showing the note in his palm.

"and this."

"These are the big events that can affect the course of world history."

"In the long river of time, they are no longer water droplets or pebbles, and of course they are not reefs. The world war you mentioned before can barely be counted."

"They are, dams, dams on the river of time and the river of fate."

"When these dams appear, the eyes of the prophets will be involuntarily attracted to them, which is the origin of those prophecies."

Anger nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you understand?"

"Sorry no."

Angers smiled.

"Actually, I don't care about fate or time. I just want to know what the sentence on the note means."

"What do you think I am?"

The vice-principal sneered.

"Is it a magic stick? Or a priest?"

"But you are the most knowledgeable alchemist I could find."

Anger said seriously.

The vice principal shook his head and muttered something.

"Just ask, and you will know."

He turned his gaze back to the note.

"Actually, this is easy to understand, isn't it?"

The legendary alchemist slowly read out the prophecy of the contemporary prophet.

A prophecy that he considered comparable to the death of the Black King and the end of the world.

It's really just a short sentence.

"Yam will ascend to the sky."

The word "Yan Luo" is still written in Chinese.

The vice principal looked at Angers.

"Don't tell me you don't know what it means to ascend to heaven?"

The old man spat out those two words solemnly.

"Become a god."

The vice principal laughed and threw the note over casually.

"You're reading the Bible, my old friend."

"Lift up his kingdom to heaven."

The vice-principal shook his head.

"Using our alchemy terms, this sentence has different interpretations."

"Oh?"

Angers put on an attitude of listening attentively.

"Pure blood dragons."

The vice-principal didn't hold back.

"Everything transforms into a pure-blooded dragon, which is the ascending to the sky in our alchemy..."

Angers looked moved.

No one spoke for a while.

Just silent.

Of course, they tacitly avoided a topic, that is, who is "Yan Luo".

It's not how difficult it is.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess who Yan Luo is at all, don't forget what the code name of the S class is.

It was precisely because they knew who Yan Luo was that they tacitly avoided talking about it.

"I will keep this prophecy a secret. Except for you and me, everyone else has sworn to the Abrahamic blood contract."

"Are you so serious, Mr. Principal?"

The old cowboy suddenly laughed frivolously.

"Actually, there is no need to be so nervous. Maybe this sentence is just literal."

"literal meaning?"

"Well, it's just simple, you know, flying."

The vice principal pointed up.

"Fly to the sky, he wants to fly to the sky, it's that simple."

Angers was taken aback, and then he also smiled.

"Maybe we should prepare a special plane for him."

"What else are you going to do? I think it will be fine if you just give him your machine."

Angers thought about it.

"Great idea."

The vice-principal stared.

"No, you actually agreed!"

"Why not?"

Angers said.

"After all, he is going to ascend to heaven."

…………

Qilan's coma has only attracted attention in a small circle.

In fact, except for his roommate, almost no one knew that such a student had entered the infirmary.

All their thoughts were on the course selection at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

There was also a dignified and chilling atmosphere in the Kassel cafeteria during dinner time.

After eating, returning to the dormitory, the young mixed races all chose to sleep.

They have to recharge their batteries for the battle at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

As a result, there was a grand scene of turning off the lights before ten o'clock on the Kassel campus.

Originally, the life of this group of noble children should be singing and dancing every night.

But tonight was as quiet as a cemetery.

The janitors were a little uncomfortable walking among them.

When the time is one minute and one second gradually approaching midnight.

A preset alarm clock wakes up the campus.

Almost at the same time, the dormitory building went from pitch black to brightly lit.

Schneider looked at the lit windows.

Gululu dragged his oxygen car to continue patrolling.

"Hello, Professor Guderian."

"Well, it's me, Schneider."

"There is nothing else, that is, are your elective courses open to audit?"

"Well, I understand, S-level opinions are very important, I know."

"Then I look forward to hearing from you."

After hanging up the phone, Schneider raised his wrist.

The time is now 23::59.

He looked back at the dormitory building.

Sure enough, as he expected, pairs of golden pupils lit up.

Not even the lights can hide it.

All the students ignited their golden pupils at the same time.

As for why?
Of course it's for the place in the martial arts class.

As we all know, when mixed races ignite golden pupils, their physical fitness will be increased to a certain extent.

Including reaction speed.

And what they need is precisely this speed of reaction.

It is estimated that no one would believe it. The mixed-race students in Kassel ignited the golden pupil at the same time, but it was not because of any powerful enemy attacking, but just to... click the mouse.

If someone looks at the bedrooms one by one, it is not difficult to find such a picture.

Handsome boys and girls sat in front of the computer, opened the course selection interface of Kassel, put their right hand on the mouse, and stared at the time in the lower right corner of the screen with serious eyes. The chilling atmosphere was like the front line of the dragon-slaying battlefield.

Especially Caesar.

The boy is as confident as ever.

On his knees lay Diktodo. Although he didn't know what the click of the mouse had to do with this alchemy weapon, Caesar still gave his saber the honor of experiencing this great moment with him.

From today onwards, he will embark on the road of martial arts.

As for not being able to grab the quota, heh, how is it possible?

The last three seconds.

Caesar opened his eyes, and his golden pupils shone brightly.

He puts his hand on the mouse.

Right at the moment of the midnight jump.

In less than a second.

That's milliseconds, and even shorter units.

He pressed the mouse.

Guderian is the professor, and Lu Mingfei is the Kyushu Martial Arts elective course taught by the teaching assistant.

Within three seconds of the opening of the course selection system, fifty places were sold out.

(End of this chapter)