Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 202 Angers and Henkel

"It seems that you have a good relationship with the military."

Henkel drooped his eyelids. He was a real old man. The skin on his face had been slack due to the long years, his cheeks drooped like a rambunctious dog, and his thick eyelids were piled up, making it hard to see. To be sure, whether this person has his eyes open or closed.

And what no one could believe was that such a guy who could be buried at any time was active in the same era as the hale and hearty man in a black suit wearing a red rose and full of silver hair beside him.

At that time, the clouds of World War II were still hovering over the world.

Explorers and adventurers from the West drilled into ancient ruins, dangerous no-man's land, and even set their sights on the seabed and deep space. The hot dragon's blood provided them with the power to move forward, and the burning golden pupils were their face. The courage of all challenges, the doomsday bell is about to ring, it is the last century before the Judgment Day, wars have swept across two continents and three oceans on a scale never before seen in human history, textbooks only record World War I and World War II The conflicts caused by the uneven division of existing resources by the great powers have resorted to force, but people who pay attention to star stocks and fashion from [-] to [-] on weekdays will never think that there is a powerful force hidden in this world.

The huge power called the mixed race.

From the Far East to the pole, from the ashes raised by the war horses on the Roman expedition in BC to the beating numbers on the Wall Street screen in the 21st century, the mixed races with magical power flowing in their veins have already ruled the world in a practical sense.

As a secret party that grew wildly by taking advantage of the opportunity of the great development of the Americas, it is naturally inextricably linked with the hegemonic country on this land. Although the Abrahamic blood contract is sacred and inviolable, future generations always have such and such devious ways to achieve their goals.

The Blood Pact stipulates the iron law that hybrids must hide the existence of dragons from the human world, but it does not prevent hybrids from joining the human camp to charge and kill the enemy, nor does it say that hybrids cannot call themselves nobles or even higher races.

The former is the path that the Secret Party is accustomed to.

Even the leader of this dragon-slaying organization, the legendary warrior Ange, once served in the U.S. Navy, and accepted secret missions in the post-World War II years. The emperor only knows the principal.

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On the other hand, the current form of the Secret Party, the Kassel campus, has almost become an asylum for retired soldiers. They pay a large amount of expenses for these big soldiers every year and provide high-quality re-employment jobs. Dragon blood is not even a C-level hybrid. Even if he is well-trained and experienced, is he really qualified to stay in a hybrid academy?

There is only one answer.

The Secret Party has maintained a secret and stable tacit understanding with this country for a long time.

Angers went to Japan to suppress the Sheqi Bajia and the retired school workers in Kassel is a concrete manifestation of tacit understanding.

Including, at this moment, because of the hope of Angers, the Third Field Regiment is stationed around Centralia.

The man in the black suit quietly looked at the town ahead that was shrouded in thick fog.

The steel monster roared and sharpened its minions. It only needed a simple command from the man, and the saturated firepower enough to cover the town back and forth three times would be exhausted in one minute and 30 seconds, completely destroying the prototype city of Silent Hill. Turned into ruins, maybe people will think of Centralia from now on, and they can only remember it in Silent Hill in movies and games.

This is the monster called science that the mixed race promotes war, promotes alchemy and speech, and cultivates it at all costs.

In fact, many years ago, the people of insight among the mixed races had already realized that facing the prophesied doomsday, even if they mastered all the knowledge of alchemy, even if they made new progress, they could use the power of alchemy to fight against dragons. After all, such things are just nonsense.

After all, alchemy belongs to dragons.

If you want to slay a dragon, you must master a technology that is unique to humans and is different from alchemy.

And so science came into being.

"I say, old chap."

Even at this level of old age, Henkel's etiquette of aristocrats can still be seen from his standing posture. He stood quietly beside Angers, and the two men clearly had a huge difference in size, but they didn't give a damn. People are abrupt and weird, and they just take it for granted.

"Your movement is really big."

Henkel seemed to glance at the cold torrent of armor, but he didn't seem to lift his eyelids.

"This level of firepower is enough to deal with a small war."

"I'm getting more and more curious. What did you discover in this small town back then? After half a century, you still need such an exaggerated power. To be honest, I thought you would be the same as before. Charged into the battlefield with a jackknife."

The old man laughed nasty twice.

His vocal cords have long since shriveled, lost their elasticity, and are in a state where they may lose their function at any time.

Even if it is a mixed race, more than a century is too long.

Henkel was neither lingering in a coffin-like life-support device, nor the freak named Angers. He had experienced enough in his life after the atomic bomb explosion in World War I, World War II, and the arrival of the information age. Destroyed the once prime minister of the Supreme Council into his old and aged appearance.

But his old partner is still the same as before.

"Exaggerated?"

Angers shrugged.

"I don't think so. In fact, there are still two field regiments on their way. They will set up bombing positions ten kilometers and twenty kilometers away from Centralia respectively. In addition, I have applied for the necessary time long-range strike."

"Remote strike?"

"Well, just as you understand, bang."

Ange's generous palm opened in an instant, and the violence that did not match the old man's age was immediately displayed vividly. He is a legend, even if he is 30 years old, he is also a legend.

"Celebrate their deaths with a great firework."

"You are as shameless as you were back then."

Henkel said.

"Remember the game we played at Pearl Harbor? It's a pity that the female soldier chose you. I was ready for the hotel for the night, but she would rather be with you."

"It's romance, romance."

Ange stroked her chest gracefully.

"You who were born with dogma and precepts will never understand, Henkel."

The shriveled old man was silent for a long time.

The drone of fighter jets and the roar of armored monsters seemed so close at hand.

"Yeah, I'm already learning swear words."

Henkel seemed to be sighing.

"But that's it. Some things are born in our bones, like we were born with dragon blood flowing. I am the representative of the Supreme Council, the heir of the European mixed-race family, and you."

He said.

"You lifeless scoundrel."

"Hahaha."

Ange smiled happily.

"No, no, you're not right."

"Old guy, if our S-class hears about it, they will probably have a duel with you."

"Lu Mingfei?"

"Oh, well-informed."

Henkel looked towards the town in the thick fog.

"What the hell are you doing, Angers?"

"The girl died in the end."

"No one would have imagined that the Japanese plane would suddenly run to Pearl Harbor. She was unlucky, and a bomb fell next to her. I remember it was less than three meters away."

"Who remembers?"

Angers looked indifferent.

"If you forget, then the Japanese half-races are really wronged."

Henkel pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"I know it's impossible for you guy to love Shang alone."

"Haha, how could an executioner have anything to do with love? If you want me to say, you don't deserve it."

Ange glanced at him with a chuckle.

"Old man, I wish you'd take your hands off that alchemy revolver when you say that."

"Do you think I have dementia!"

Henkel gave his middle finger fiercely with the other hand.

Angers laughed as if he saw something interesting.

"Do you know what your noble etiquette looks like to me?"

The old man took out a cigar and cut it slowly. It is hard to imagine that this lunatic actually brought a whole set of enjoyment equipment with him when skydiving.

Angers, puffing smoke, looks exactly like the mafia in the movie "The Godfather".

It's just that the most violent mafia just pulls out a pistol and kills people without saying a word.

Angers he has a field regiment.

Oh no.

is three.

The way the old man hugged his chest and puffed out the clouds was really heroic.

It's a pity that the one standing next to him is not a beautiful woman with a hot figure, but an old man who may lie in a coffin for a long sleep at any time.

"Sissy!"

The thick cigar bobs up and down.

Angers puffed.

"It's a sissy!"

Henkel withdrew his middle finger, squinted his eyes, and waited for his old friend to laugh enough before speaking slowly.

"Can it be done?"

he asks.

"Don't forget where the Lionheart Society and the Secret Party came from. The real ancient books are all lying in the archives of our Supreme Council. Therefore, the bronze and fire are the highest authority, do you need me to remind you?"

"The fire element is silent."

Henkel stroked the runes on the alchemy revolver.

"The field regiment you are proud of is just a large metal toy in front of the real monarch, my Angers."

The dragon slayer took a deep breath, his majestic chest muscles swelled up like a blow, and his lung capacity far beyond modern medical knowledge began to work. The superior cigars produced in Brazil burned at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its unique cedar wood The fragrance immediately filled the old man's mouth and went straight into his lungs.

What a monster.

"I remember, I said so."

Angers shook his cigar easily.

"These firepower, just to celebrate, their death."

"Did you hear that, here is the key point, remember to take notes."

Angers smiled.

"To celebrate their death, not kill."

"My old man, I never thought that only three field regiments could solve such a crazy thing as the army of bronze and fire."

Henkel twitched his lips again.

"Can't all three field teams do it? I'm curious, who are you betting on?"

"Don't tell me, it's the S-Class."

silent.

Henkel smiled dryly.

"It seems that Lu Mingfei is more terrifying than the rumors. He can actually live up to your expectations, old man. If there is a chance, I really want to meet him."

"Do not."

"Oh, you really don't want to lose face, so why don't you just refuse me so directly?"

Angers plucked the rose and sniffed it lightly.

"I mean, I can't figure out where the limit of the S-class is."

Henkel paused slightly with his fingers rubbing the alchemy revolver.

There was a loophole in the old man's body for a short time. In other words, the best chance to kill him is now.

But is it really that simple?

Angers sneered, indifferent.

The two had been fighting for so long when they were young, and neither of them knew the other.

Henkel sighed, as if disappointed that he hadn't managed to trick his old buddy.

"Tell me what you think."

Angers said.

"That's how I'm sure there's a bronze and fire guy in the town."

"Don't underestimate our council."

Henkel said so.

"Your actions to evacuate the residents of the small town were very covert, but there were no clues left behind, not to mention the existence of spiritual vision, as long as you find a few hybrids belonging to the four major monarchs to awaken here, you will always be able to see them." You can come across a few examples where you can see a similar picture.”

"Spiritual vision, there is really no way."

Angers said.

"Furthermore, your secret party was not the only one who was looking for the servants of the four great monarchs."

Henkel snorted lightly.

"Don't play it off, old man. It's very difficult to have a subject without a monarch, or an emperor without soldiers, but we still have a way to deal with it."

"But now?"

"If the information is correct, the dragons of bronze and fire, and their king are all there."

"I don't want to go see my ancestors before the end comes."

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

Angers said.

"There's another guy waiting for me, I won't die easily."

"Let the young people free themselves to make a scene."

"Yes."

Henkel unexpectedly echoed Angers' words.

"Let the young people make a big fuss, we are old and can't be moved."

"Did you hear that?"

Angers said suddenly.

"Your alchemical revolver is retorting, Henkel."

"If you can't beat me anymore, then the guy who stands here and stops me should be replaced."

"The old guy and the old guy catch up on the old days."

Henkel's finger was on the trigger of the revolver.

From the beginning to the end, this killer is in a state ready to fire bullets at any time.

He appeared here to stop the legendary dragon slayer from entering Centralia.

"Then wait."

"Well, wait."

A long silence followed.

They just looked at the town in the thick fog without saying a word.

And at this moment, in the small town.

In other words, in the other world opposite the small town.

It could be called by another word.

silent Hill.

Sanchell opened his eyes.

What caught my eyes was deathly paleness.

It would be great if this description is true.

If, really can die.

The dense fog condensed a paragraph of words on the ground beside it.

"Congratulations on completing the first round of the trial and entering the inner world."

"The second ring has been opened."

"Live."

There is a countdown timer at the bottom.

When Sanchere first entered Silent Hill, the countdown number was 24 hours.

Now, that number is 12288.

(End of this chapter)