Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 200 The Secret of That Year

Although the suspicious guy gave up his resistance effortlessly, which seemed a bit strange and strange, but given that this person's name was Finger, Lu Mingfei naturally accepted this setting.

What, the principal's pony has leaked the secret!

What, it was Fingal who leaked the secret!
It's okay, it's okay, there's nothing to make a fuss about, for example, it's like when you go to the Three Kingdoms and hear that a guy named Lu Bu recognized three godfathers in a row, and finally killed all three of them.

It's no wonder this is surprising.

Fingel wrapped his body in a blanket, curled up in the corner of the wall weakly, and began with a gloomy face, his accusation against the tyrant of Angers.

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Thirty kilometers away from the small town of Centralia, the propellers of the helicopter hummed. This mechanical raptor kept hovering off the ground, as stable as a magnetically levitated aircraft in a future science fiction.

The soft rope ladder was thrown out from the open cabin door and unfolded smoothly. The old man in the black suit stood just like this at the cabin door. The strong wind blowing from the propeller messed up his silver hair, shook his suit, and blew away the red hair on his chest. Rose.

But he couldn't shake the old man's figure, not even a sliver, even if his only point of strength was his feet, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his figure was still as straight as a sword or jackknife out of its sheath.

"This flight has ended, I wish you a smooth mission."

The old man accurately captured the sound of the loudspeaker in the strong wind.

He turned his head and saw the driver desperately freed up a hand, put it on his forehead, and raised it vigorously.

He grinned.

It looks like the action of a certain Ultraman Ritter team.

Angers thought so, imitating the opponent's movements, and waved his two fingers on his forehead.

"Bon voyage, boy."

Angers prepares to abseil.

At this time, he looked in the direction of Centralia from a distance.

Probably some past events sounded, and the old man's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence.

He smiled.

Angers picked up the rose from his chest, held it in his mouth like the hero Zorro in the movie, held the tactical rope with one hand, and jumped.

Hey the man in the suit just fell from the sky.

Angers raised his head, and the sky he saw was like a large clear blue lake, and he was about to melt into it.

How poetic.

Who would believe that this crazy man, who abseiled with only one hand, is already 30 years old.

But that's not even the craziest.

The craziest thing is that, with a distance of ten meters from the ground, Angers let go of his hand.

He just fell to the ground.

The driver looked down and smiled proudly.

This is their principal.

It's no wonder that until now, there are still girls who regard Angers as their dream lover.

The charm of this legend has never faded, but has become more mellow with the accumulation of time, just like fine wine.

Helicopter returns.

Angers watched it fly away.

He slowly inserted the rose back into his chest.

"Old man, you are still the same as before."

Said the thin, wizened old man.

He is leaning on a huge locomotive, which is a creation of absolute violent aesthetics, a ferocious metal monster.

But what attracts more attention than this metal monster is the revolver hanging on the old man's waist.

The years have given it dark marks.

The alchemy runes growing like vines are so clear.

It is a powerful matrix with life like a living thing, a work that only the top alchemists can complete, and it is the most perfect combination of alchemy and science in the era of the wild west development.

"It's a pity."

Angers glanced at the thin old man's waist.

"Where's your other alchemy revolver?"

"Henkel."

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That was half a century ago.

At the time, Centralia was still a busy town.

The residents here make a living by mining ore, just like many small American towns in that era, they were proud of the richness of the Americas, and even called themselves a country favored by God.

However, whether God really exists in this world will not be said for the time being.

But the time when dragons once ruled the land, sky and sea is true.

The problem lies here.

Since dragons once ruled the world, where is the evidence?

What about cities that belong to dragons?

What about the dragon dwelling like the kingdom of gods in the mythological records?
The mixed-race people are keen on archaeology, and one of the reasons is to restore the lost history.

There are always people who firmly believe that in the city of dragons, there are hybrid squids hidden on the road to greatness.

As the legend tells, after defeating the dragon, you can get the gold and silver treasures piled up in his lair.

Unfortunately, no hybrid has ever found the kingdom of dragons.

Either the myth and history are a deception, a big lie, there are no dragons at all, and the hybrids are just simple powerful individuals.

Either that, the kingdom of dragons is not in this world.

That sentence sounds weird, right?

What does it mean not to be in this world? Have dragons already mastered the technology of plane travel?

It doesn't have to be that troublesome at all.

Nibelungen.

Such a concept has been mentioned in the letters of countless alchemy masters in history.

Or it could be called the land of the dead.

All hybrids who have taken the alchemy discipline of Kassel can recite it back and forth. The so-called alchemy is the technique of killing metal and then regenerating it.

But this is only the most superficial surface of alchemy.

In other words, it is only the alchemy understood by the hybrids. On top of this, the real alchemy in the hands of dragons is not just as simple as killing metal.

In the cognition of dragons, the four basic elements of the world are composed of squid, land, water, fire, and wind.

And killing metals kills at best a tiny fraction of the elements in them.

In addition, true alchemists can directly kill the fire element, make Chai Xin incombustible, kill the wind element, silence all things, kill the earth element, make corpses everywhere, and finally kill the water element. It is the so-called land of the dead, the Nibelungen.

This is an independent world created by dragons using their mighty power.

It has a rule system that is quite different from the outside world but logically self-consistent.

For example, in everyone's common sense, stones are falling down.

But the Nibelungen can work out special rules for the upward movement of stones.

Did you think of anything?
Yes, Sky Gardens of Babylon.

It is not nonsense to talk about a garden flying in the sky. If this garden is the palace of the sky and the wind, given the mighty power of the Dragon King and the power he possesses, it is understandable to do anything that goes against common sense.

When the long exploration has always found nothing.

The mixed races could only turn their attention to the kingdom of the dead.

They believe that perhaps everything about dragons is preserved in the Nibelungen.

As long as the gate of the kingdom of the dead is opened, endless wealth will be opened in front of the mixed race.

But is everything really so good?
Just as many hybrids are turning a blind eye to 2012's doomsday predictions.

They also seem to have subconsciously ignored a characteristic of dragons.

Dragons don't die.

They have mastered the power called the soul, even if the body decays, they can still sleep through the technology of cocooning, and return from reincarnation after a long time.

Of course, the mixed race has nothing to do except subconsciously ignore them.

After all, for the dragon race, even if a scientific system is established, all the mixed races are still too weak after all.In this era, where even the humblest fourth-generation species can be named as legends, the reason why the mixed-race organizations are so busy is the ridiculous Deadpool, and all the pure-blooded dragons have disappeared.

Of course, they can understand that the former overlords have long been wiped out in the long river of history, and their traces are hard to find.

However, referring to the characteristics of the dragon race, there is another possibility, a possibility that is more reasonable than the complete extinction of the pure blood dragons.

I believe that many mixed races have thought of this.

After all, the extraordinary mind endowed by dragon's blood is not just a decoration.

But no one has ever put it into words and put it on paper and pen.

Just like all hybrid organizations tacitly conceal the news of the end of the world.

Once this possibility is made public, utter despair will sweep the world of half-breeds.

That is.

Dragons don't die, they just sleep.

Sleeping in a corner unknown to the hybrids.

That being the case, what better place to sleep than the Nibelungs?

This is also the root of the mixed race's complex emotions towards the land of the dead.

No one knows whether what awaits them once they open the gate of the Nibelungen is the treasure of the gods or the eggs of dragons.

But Angers knew.

It's eggs.

As a man who has spanned a century, everything he has experienced is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The legendary past is naturally also a legend.

Time is gradually moving towards the 21st century, and the doomsday bell is about to ring. At that time, Kassel was still accumulating power for the fate of the world, the Ark Project, the Hall of Valor Project, the Final Fire Project, and even the Deep Space Wandering Project, all kinds of unconstrained plans Looking back at the history at the end of the twentieth century, people of later generations often have such a doubt involuntarily, why did science explode continuously in just half a century?
Even countries around the world have conducted a series of incredible research.

Some succeeded, such as the detonation of the first atomic bomb, such as the birth of the first computer, such as the Apollo landing on the moon.

There are also some failures, such as the supernatural research based on twin telepathy, such as the impact of large-scale concentrated energy explosions on the space field.

The world at the time was completely in a carnival about technology and the future.

They imagined freezing technology similar to hibernation, machines traveling through time and space, and aliens visiting the earth. All kinds of unimaginable and wonderful fantasies of Nanming occupied the attention of all magazines and people.

In fact, all this is not rootless water.

If you want to say the reason, it is the end.

The mixed races who really ruled the world are in a hurry.

So they racked their brains to try to save themselves.

The various experiments that ordinary people see are just means for them to try to save themselves.

As for why science can develop by leaps and bounds like this, it is because the noble alchemists let go of their bodies, and the noble mixed races are also willing to contribute their own words. Modern science thrives on these two. .

In the final analysis, if it were not for the looming threat of doomsday, alchemists would still cling to their knowledge as they have in the past millennium, and it may even subconsciously attack the emergence of science.

As for the doomsday of this background, it is naturally impossible for the mixed races to believe that they will surely perish in the future because of an illusory prophecy.

It must be because of the discovery of signs that support the prophecy.

For example, those who recover early and think that they are the pioneers of the king, the next-generation species.

And three generations of species, four generations of species.

A king is a king, and while possessing authority, he should naturally command their thousands of troops.

But the half-bloods don't want to face the king who commands his subjects.

Moreover, with the power they have accumulated, whether they can kill the Dragon King is still a matter of opinion. It is so precious that it is absolutely impossible to allow even a little bit of waste.

So, in the face of the early-recovered second-generation and third-generation species, there is one and only one choice left for the hybrids.

When it was discovered that the third and fourth generations of the second generation species had recovered, they were sealed.

This is why archaeologists and explorers appeared frequently in the twentieth century.

The place they went deep was the place where the suspected pure-blooded dragon was revived.

And one of them is here.

Centralia.

At that time, Angers rushed to the town in person. At that time, the mine fire had just burned out. The residents here thought it was an ordinary mining accident, but it was not the case.

Angers and his fellow alchemists keenly discovered the alchemical reaction in the mine.

And identified the active fire element radiating from the mine as the center point.

There is no doubt that here, in Centralia, there will be revived pure-blooded dragons of the noble line of bronze and fire.

The burning mine shaft is the meeting point of the Nibelungen of dragons and the present world.

At that time, the ground of the whole town began to crack.

Gases containing violent fire elements erupted from the ground.

Centralia is almost a powder keg that could explode at any time.

No, it's a volcano.

With such a terrifying scale and huge omen, the alchemist locked himself in the room and calculated without sleep, and finally found Angers with bloodshot eyes.

he said in despair.

"It's the army!"

The alchemist firmly grasped Angers' shoulders.

"Hilbert, you know, here!"

He pointed to the ground.

"It's an army of dragons!"

"At least twenty noble pure-blooded dragons."

"At least one great next generation."

"Do you understand what that means!"

Angers said.

"I know."

Yes, as the leader of the secret party and the sharpest knife, how could he not know.

Once the Nibelung roots below the town are fully opened, an army of pure-blooded dragons reappears in the world.

Maybe humans don't have to worry about the four kings and the end of the world.

Because before that, they had to be wiped out under the army of bronze and fire.

After all, in the final analysis, the enemies of dragons have always been only dragons.

Hybrids that are not even the fourth generation.

No.

How can the half-breeds who are not even Deadpool have the qualifications for the dragons to take it seriously?

There were two paths before Angers at that time.

One is to summon all the forces of the secret party, even awaken the sleeping heroic spirits, and pay a huge price to fight to the death with the army of bronze and fire.

But in this way, what can they do to deal with the returning four kings, and even the doomsday?
In fact, from the very beginning, there was only one choice.

seal.

Let those sleeping dragons continue their aging.

It's best never to wake up.

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"You mean... Little Unlucky, it's the seal."

"Uh-huh."

Fingel nodded repeatedly.

"Principal, oh no, that tyrant in Angers, showed me her picture."

"It can't be wrong."

"Her real name should be Shirley, but I don't know why it has become a little unlucky now."

"and."

Fingal frowned.

"According to the tyrant, Shirley should be fulfilling her job as a seal, but why does she appear in the small town now?"

"So, I think it's a problem with the sealing matrix."

(End of this chapter)