Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 193 Henkel's ambition

Yuan Zhisheng walked out of the Patriarch's quiet room.

In the room behind him, the old man picked up the cup of tea and drank lightly with downcast eyes.

Accompanied by the respectful "Young Master" greetings, he returned to his own office.

The two guys, Crow and Yaksha, were scratching their heads at the King of Fighters. When they turned their heads and saw their loyal young master enter the door, they immediately threw the handle away in overjoyed joy, trotted over, and stood beside the boy respectfully.

However, someone is faster than them.

It's Sakura.

Crow and Yasha, neither of them could see clearly when this girl appeared.

When he realized it, Sakura was already standing in Yuan Zhisheng's shadow.

As if this place should belong to her.

Perhaps the only one who noticed was Yuan Zhisheng himself.

After all, it is such a dangerous place behind. As the young master of the Bajia of Snaki and the contemporary emperor of the Japanese mixed race, if he does not have enough strength, how can he bear such a heavy fate.

But he didn't care.

To say why.

This person is Sakura, the reason is very simple, but it is enough, isn't it?

Yabuki Sakura is a beautiful girl who can be accepted by Yuan Zhisheng and entrust her back unconditionally.

"Young master, do you have any missions!"

Crow rubbed his hands impatiently.

"It must be very important to be summoned by the Patriarch himself. Well, I..."

"Ah, it hurts!"

Before he finished speaking, the crow jumped up with his head in his arms.

"Speak up!"

Yasha said viciously.

"Is this what you should ask? Whether you say it or not, the young master has his own discretion, and remember your duty as a retainer! Don't let me presume!"

Yuan Zhisheng was a little helpless, but he didn't show it on his face, and nodded to Yasha.

"Don't embarrass the crow too much, he is such a guy."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Yasha made a standard bow, then pressed down on his companion who was still rubbing his head, and said fiercely.

"Hurry up and apologize to the young master, you bastard!"

After some squabbling, the four of them were seated separately.

Noticing the gleaming eyes of the crow and Yaksha's restrained but still caring attitude, Yuan Zhi smiled cryptically.

It seems that his retainers are very distressed.

That's right, as the young master's close ministers who were born in Yakuza at the bottom of the street, they asked Crow and Yaksha to kill people or ask for protection fees, and they guaranteed that they would be familiar with the road without blinking an eye.

As for the King of Fighters, using the mixed race's physical fitness to bully and bully ordinary people is almost the same. It is really nerve-wracking to fight against masters of the same mixed race all over the world, not using swords but game controllers.

Yuan Zhisheng also knew that because of Eri Yi, his two retainers were really living in dire straits these days, wishing that something would jump out of somewhere and run over to chop each other up.

It's just that the target of this mission is not just a "ghost".

For a while, Yuan Zhisheng didn't speak, he recalled the instructions from the parents not long ago, this was the first time he saw the old man showing such a solemn expression.

"Bronze and fire."

Tachibana Masamune said so.

Yuan Zhisheng, who was kneeling on the opposite side, couldn't distinguish the mood of the elders at the moment.

Is it the ecstasy of believers seeing the gods they enshrine?
But not like.

Tachibana Masamune's emaciated and bent body was trembling slightly.

For some reason, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to feel an emotion called excitement from the old man in front of him.

"Children, have you read the information?"

"Ah."

"I want to hear what you think."

Yuan Zhisheng pondered for a moment.

"I have my doubts about this game."

"Oh?"

Tachibana Masamune looked very interested.

"Suspect?"

"Exactly."

Yuan Zhisheng said.

"Although according to the information we have, Bronze and Fire will indeed recover this year."

"However, slaying a dragon is already an unimaginable feat. How could there be such a thing as usurping the divine right?"

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head.

He remembered the description in the document.

In the post on the top of the hunter website, someone actually held a competition, inviting mixed races from all over the world to come and share the rights of bronze and fire.

Slaughter God is already an epic that only exists in legends.

There are still people who are greedy for the seat of the gods.

What an exaggerated ambition.

"Usurping divine power."

Tachibana Masamune repeated what his adopted son had said.

He bowed his head and took a sip of tea.

"Your suspicion is correct, naive, there is no mortal in this world who can touch the throne of God."

The head of the Sheqi Bajia said so.

"It's just that, since the people behind the hunter website set up this arena, and we who bear the blood of the emperor, it's really unreasonable not to go."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Not urgent."

Tachibana Masamune raised his hand and looked at his adopted son kindly.

"I'm already old."

First, he uttered such a sigh, and then Tachibana Masamune said.

"The position of the head of the family should be handed over to you in the past two years."

Yuan Zhisheng's expression changed.

"Your body..."

"OK OK."

Tachibana Masamune smiled cheerfully, really like a kind and kind elder.

"I know how my body is."

"Everyone has a mission for everyone."

"I have brought the Sheqi Bajia to this day, and it is almost time to hand over this position to young people."

Zhisheng, you are a powerful fighter and a competent leader. I am very relieved to entrust the Bajia of Sheqi to you. "

Tachibana Masamune said with emotion.

Until this time, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly realized that the man in front of him was already so old.

He lowered his head, unable to bear to look at the old man's ravine face.

The handsome boy pursed his lips twice.

"If possible, I would like to sit as the young Patriarch and be your knife."

Tachibana Masamune smiled cheerfully twice.

He patted his adopted son on the shoulder vigorously.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you child!"

"It's here with me, go out, but it can't be like this."

"I know, I know it all."

"You have always been a gentle child."

The old man suddenly fell silent for a long time.

"The Buddhist altar in your room, after all these years, are you still blaming yourself for what happened to the child?"

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and did not speak.

Tachibana Masamune let out a long sigh.

"Thanks for your hard work, Zhisheng."

"Young girl, if Izumi knew about it, she would definitely forgive you."

"Thank you."

After Yuan Zhisheng said this, he changed the subject.

"So, because of family matters, can't I go?"

"Ah."

Tachibana Masamune nodded in satisfaction.

"You start touching the family business and jobs."

"In addition, you have to learn to think from the perspective of the parents."

"Although the people behind the Iron Throne don't know who they are, but with the authority of bronze and fire as bait, there will probably be a lot of bloodshed in this match."

The old man said cautiously.

"Children, your life is more important than you imagined."

"But don't take risks lightly."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

"I see."

"The candidate for the United States, I don't know..."

Tachibana Masamune smiled.

The mist of tea mist blinded his eyes.

"I remember Patriarch Feng Mo said, Zhisheng, you have a surprising little surname."

The so-called small surname, this is a position in Japan during the Warring States period, and in modern terms, it should be the special assistant to the parents.

And Yuan Zhisheng's special assistant is Yabuki Sakura.

The young master of the Ba Family of Sheqi frowned slightly.

"Is Sakura not suitable for her?"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Tachibana Masamune comforted him.

"We don't ask her to win the final prize."

"It's not realistic."

"No matter how you say it, it involves the existence of the Four Great Sovereigns. No matter how good your little surname is, it is probably as fragile as glass in front of the gods."

The old man sighed again.

"God."

He shook his head.

"What I mean is, let her go there, avoid fighting and fighting, and collect intelligence and protect herself as the first requirement."

"Do you think this is okay, Zhisheng?"

Tachibana Masamune spoke in a negotiating tone.

Yuan Zhisheng thought for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Patriarch."

he said solemnly.

"I'm going to disappoint you."

"However, I don't want to taste the loss of a loved one again."

Tachibana Masamune was stunned.

"Dear?"

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Waking up from the memory, noticing that the retainers were staring at him intently, Yuan Zhisheng took a positive look.

He looked at Crow Yasha and Sakura one by one.

Everyone who made eye contact with the boy felt a shudder in their hearts. They felt that there should be some extremely important things to announce.

Finally, Yuan Zhisheng looked at the girl.

"Accompany me to America, Sakura."

The girl did not hesitate.

"Yes."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Crow and Yasha, who were obviously restless.

He smiled.

"If you want to go, you can decide for yourself."

He added, before Crow blurted out.

"Let me remind you that this mission is very dangerous. If you want to go, make sure you are sure you will die."

Crow and Yaksha straightened their upper bodies and nodded vigorously.

"Hi!"

Just listen to their unanimous voice.

"Please allow us to follow behind you!"

After being silent for a while, Yuan Zhisheng finally nodded when the crow's vest started to break out in cold sweat.

The two immediately beamed with joy.

"Before introducing the task content, I need to emphasize one point."

Yuan Zhisheng said to the three of them.

"The first principle of this trip is to protect yourself. Don't try to do unnecessary things. The people you meet may be far beyond your imagination."

…………

At the same time, on the European continent, the birthplace of the Western mixed-race family, one meeting after another is being held urgently.

"Is the news reliable?"

"I can't be sure, but it's bronze and fire."

"Yes, bronze and fire."

No half-breed can remain indifferent to the temptation of the Dragon King.

Especially these ancient families in Europe.

Cassel has a leader who is not dead with dragons, Ange.

So this school takes dragon slaying as its highest goal.

And the only goal.

But not all hybrids want to slay dragons.

Unlike Kassel, European families have a subtle attitude towards dragons.

They fear the power of dragons.

Fascinated by it again.

This can be seen from their self-positioning.

Many people from mixed-race families, especially the younger generation who have not experienced blood and fire for a hundred years, they regard themselves as absolute elites, regard themselves as higher than human beings, and enjoy the pleasure of controlling the direction of the world in an understatement.

Although it is a bit exaggerated to say so, it is almost a fact, that is, these families are united, and they are the uncrowned kings of this world, the one-and-done kings.

Even speaking of dragon slaying, there is an essential difference.

The people in Kassel slaughtered dragons simply to kill dragons.

The guys in Europe are different.

Their slaying of dragons is to replace them and put themselves on the seat of dragons.

As for now.

The voice channels of the media, the distribution rights of wealth, the definition of value, etc., are almost all controlled by the ancient mixed-race family.

And once you have these, it is no exaggeration to describe it as an uncrowned king.

This is the source of their glory and pride.

If it weren't for the sword of Damocles, the Dragon King, who may recover at any time and make a comeback, some families could not help but stand in front of the stage and establish a country that belongs exclusively to the mixed race.

But now, although it is not known whether it is true or not, someone actually sent an invitation to the mixed races all over the world to share the authority of bronze and fire together.

What could be more wonderful than this?

For the self-proclaimed uncrowned kings of the mixed race family, they have already got everything they can get, wealth status and even absolute violence, they are all at the apex of human society.

But that's just human beings.

Everything always has its limits.

Such as lifespan.

Even if it is a mixed race, even if it is the legendary Angers, indeed, it is exaggerated to be able to rush to the battlefield at the age of 30, but what about ten years later? 20 years?

Taking a step back, no matter how much you overestimate Ange, can he really live to be two hundred years old?
impossible.

This is simply not something that a mixed race can do.

Unless, upgrade to a dragon.

With the immortal soul of the dragon and the characteristics of cocoon reincarnation, once these are obtained, the European mixed-race family will truly establish their own, the kingdom of the gods on the ground.

And they are gods.

The secret room with flickering candles, the highest meeting of the European mixed-race family.

The old man named Henkel spoke.

"Let the children go."

he said lightly.

"The masters of the Iron Throne can only be us."

"What if it's just a hoax?"

someone asked.

Henkel smiled.

"Based on the information channel of everyone here, you should know that the Bronze City that appeared in the Three Gorges not long ago has disappeared."

"My old buddy Anglo was soaked in water for months and found nothing."

Henkel shrugged.

"After all, it is the palace of bronze and fire."

"The great power of the monarch, we should not be surprised at what they can do."

"And this time, in that post, along with the Iron Throne, there are pictures of the Seven Deadly Sins."

"Do you need me to introduce you, the seven deadly sins."

Han Gao lowered his voice and spoke slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the ghosts and gods in the dark.

"The black king ordered the torture tool made of bronze and fire, the pinnacle of dragon alchemy technology, to execute the other three monarchs."

Henkel said.

"Since the person behind it can come up with the seven deadly sins, even if the Iron Throne match is just a lie, then he must have the information about the bronze and fire."

"find him."

Henkel ordered like a superior.

No, he is the superior.

"Slaying dragons is not his Angers patent, so can we."

"As long as we get the authority of bronze and fire, maybe we can reopen a complete bloodline system."

The people present couldn't help breathing heavily.

The temperature in the chamber seemed to rise slightly.

This is not a fairy tale.

Since Bronze and Fire can leave a bloodline inheritance from the second generation to the fourth generation, even including the mixed race.

Then it is not impossible for them who have obtained the authority of the Iron Throne to do the same thing.

Is not it?
It is true that the Bronze and Fire Mieshiyan spirit is terrifying.

His power and strength are also fascinating.

But compared to these, the mixed-race families represented by Henkel are more interested in the inheritance represented by the bronze and fire line.

"Okay, that's it."

Henkel summary.

"Let the young ones go."

"With their bloodline and family energy, I believe no one can stop us from ascending the throne."

Henkel smiled.

"Even if it's S-rank, it's the same."

"Don't forget, there is only one S-Class."

The family representatives laughed in unison.

Yeah, there's only one S class.

And their strength is beyond what an S-rank can imagine.

(End of this chapter)