Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 213 Career and Nouveau riche

The fog in Centralia is almost clearing.

"The above, the report is over."

"Very good, soldier, your mission is over, remove the first level of security, go back and rest."

"Yes, sir."

The man in military uniform saluted Angers, turned around and trotted away.

Angers straightened his suit, recalling the results of the investigation of the town by the Third Field Regiment.

The act of sacrificing Xueli half a century ago has always been a thorn in this man's heart. The same contradiction was placed in front of Lu Mingfei, but this young man made a completely different choice from him. Li Ann rested, which meant that Lu Mingfei had to face an army of bronze and fire, and face those powerful pure-blooded dragons.

To be honest, Angers admired Lu Mingfei's choice.

It must be admitted that Lu Mingfei is more pure than himself.

After discovering that the dense fog in the town began to dissipate, although Anger still subconsciously worried about the pure-blooded dragons that were about to break out of the seal, and worried about whether Lu Mingfei could really solve the threat from the pure-blooded dragons, he said After all, the old man must have breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

The feeling of sacrificing a child is really uncomfortable.

For half a century, the old man has been wearing that rose all the time. Who would have thought that when the old man sniffed it lightly, the feeling in his heart would be so painful.

His sin can no longer be redeemed, but if the girl can rest in peace and be relieved from the pain, Angers will also feel gratified for Shirley from the bottom of her heart.

Relief is relief, the next crisis has to be faced, as the helm of the secret party, as a mixed race, he must prepare for the worst, that is, Lu Mingfei cannot solve the subordinates of bronze and fire , the ancient dragons came back to the world, and Angers must send them back to the grave, using the creation called science that belongs to human beings.

But something strange happened.

The [-]rd Field Regiment dispatched scouts, but they couldn't enter the town no matter what. The front foot stepped over the gate, and the back foot appeared outside the door. The result was the same when they climbed over the wall. At the gate of the town.

Centralia seemed to be a huge mirage, they could only observe from a distance, and could not enter anyway.

Not even one.

Based on Angers' life experience of more than a century, this kind of incredible thing is also unheard of. It is obvious that the current science of mankind cannot explain this phenomenon at all, so the answer is ready to come out.

Alchemy.

Compared with the alchemy technology that dragons have come into contact with the rules of the world, human science can only be regarded as a babbling baby. The fact that science cannot explain it does not mean that it does not exist. It is not enough to say that the development of science is not enough, at least the means of killing the four elements in alchemy cannot be explained by today's science.

So what's going on in the town?
Alchemy?What kind of powerful matrix is ​​it?
Could it be that there is a powerful alchemist among the people who entered Centralia this time?
Hell, shouldn't the most powerful alchemist in the west be paralyzed in the clock tower in Kassel to watch his swimsuit catwalk?
Of course, there is another possibility.

Dragons.

After Lu Mingfei took away the hub of the original seal matrix, the pure-blooded dragons who were freed from the seal set up a new matrix, and ennobled the inside and outside of the town. The half-breeds in town, maybe something else, who knows?

"Old man, it looks like your army is useless."

Henkel shook his head.

"Your S-rank is even more powerful than I imagined."

"It's up to you to say."

Angers bit his cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It's just a pity."

Henkel sighed.

"We are a generation who grew up in the legend of dragons. It was the age when heroes and epics were not far away. The stories told by the old people are the history of our family. Regarding dragons, even though we keep talking about slaying dragons and slaying dragons Dragons, to bring down the ancient gods from their thrones, but ah, old man, who has ever seen a dragon?"

"If it's possible, I mean, if it's possible, I really want to see with my own eyes what those legendary beings look like."

Angers could tell that Henkel's words were not hypocritical.

In fact, there are not a few people who have the same thoughts as his old buddy.

It's a bit ridiculous in theory, but the Secret Party, which claims to be a dragon slayer, is no better than other mixed-race organizations in the world, and they are the same. Their understanding of dragons is only limited to yellowed parchment and The inscription on the bronze vessel, has anyone really seen a dragon with their own eyes?Maybe not.

In this way, what exactly are these so-called dragon slayers slaughtering?
Dangerous hybrids, depraved dead waiters, after all, these humble existences probably don't even have the qualifications to look up to noble dragons.

Angers maintained the posture with arms crossed, and the unique pine aroma of the best cigars produced in Brazil was lingering, which blurred the old man's eyebrows and eyes, making it difficult for people to see his expression at the moment.

"Yes Yes."

Angers said.

"I see what you mean, old chap."

"Then, are you feeling sorry for not being able to see the bronze and fire subjects with your own eyes, and then?"

He seemed to be smiling.

"Don't forget, bronze and fire are just the beginning, behind him, what else?"

"Earth and mountains, sea and water, and, moreover, sky and wind."

"Since the servants of bronze and fire have appeared here, what about the other three monarchs?"

For a moment, Henkel's breathing became disordered. The old man's words were very simple, and everyone could have imagined the truth. A single powerful existence cannot be called a monarch. The so-called monarch must have the existence of its subjects. Having the territory under its jurisdiction, having its supreme power and power, and so on, is what a real monarch should look like.

Moreover, the existence of Centralia is the best proof.

In the last hundred years, mixed-race adventurers and archaeologists have traveled to every corner of the world. They drilled into the cannibal tribes of the Amazon, dived into the deep sea, and conquered the mountains. They planted their flags on Everest and the Antarctic and North Pole. , except for the seabed and deep space, all the secrets of this world are displayed in front of the eyes of the mixed race, and they can see everything at a glance.

But all that was left of them was confusion.

No one, not a single person, has ever seen a dragon in person.

So where have all these dragons gone?
From the Black King to his four children, as well as the ancient race that once ruled the sky, the earth and the sea, it is obvious that if there were only the Black King and the four monarchs of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, the number of just five could not be called by the word race. They must have had a large subspecies of three and four generations to flesh out their social structure.

Centralia proved that since there is no such thing on this planet, then the Nibelungen that does not belong to this space may be here.

Sovereigns, and their subjects, are here.

Nibelungen.

"The front is all that our secret party has discovered."

Angers said frankly.

"Bronze and fire, we found only his army."

"So, what about the other three monarchs? Even, what about the Black King?"

"Where do the pure-blooded dragons belonging to them sleep?"

The old man twitched the corners of his mouth, his calm tone was full of undercurrents, it was a creepy murderous intent.

"Or, who sealed them?"

Henkel drooped his thick eyelids like an old Shar Pei, and he chose to remain silent when facing Angers' question.

The subordinates must wake up before the monarch. The so-called pioneers of the king, welcoming the return of the king is their supreme honor, and the dragon is the weakest when it is finished cocooning. According to ancient records, even the noble as the dragon king is no exception.

This is also the significance of the early awakening of the second-generation and third-generation species who are subordinates. They want to defend their respective kings through the period of weakness until they return to their thrones.

And the current situation is strange here.

Humanity has lived peacefully for one hundred years after another, until now, the prophesied doomsday is coming, and the four supreme monarchs have also begun to recover, but what about the monarch's subjects, who are supposed to be the pioneers of the king?

Although the frenzied slaughter of human beings in the last century triggered two world-wide wars and countless local conflicts, compared to the disasters imagined by the mixed races, the world wars are nothing more than that.

In the imagination of the mixed race, the closer the recovery period of the four major monarchs is, the more active the actions of their respective subjects will be. It is no longer a challenge that only the mixed race can handle, it is a common crisis for the entire human race, and some people are even pessimistic I believe that perhaps before the real recovery of the four monarchs, human beings will go extinct under the threat of the three generations of the next generation of species waking up one after another, at least the structure of human civilization will collapse and cease to exist.

This is also the fundamental reason why doomsday-type literary and artistic works exploded in popularity in the last century.

But the actual situation is quite the opposite.

Although there are constant wars among humans, in the eyes of the mixed race, the last century can almost be described as calm.

Not to mention the crisis, I didn't even see one, one pure-blooded dragon.

It stands to reason that it is a good thing that there is no threat of pure-blooded dragons, and the mixed-bloods should open a swimming pool of champagne to celebrate.

but no.

Anyone with a brain understands that a missing dragon is far more terrifying than a revived dragon.

Just like that sentence, the moment when strategic weapons are most deterrent is when they are lying on the launch pad.

Where have all the subjects who were supposed to be the king's pioneers gone?

This problem deeply troubled the mixed races.

They just simply slept for a while, or they didn't exist at all, and they had long slept completely.

Of course, the above two possibilities are nothing more than the guesswork of the most optimistic people.

The more common perception of the mixed race is that the subjects of the four monarchs must be brewing some kind of terrible plan.

No one knows exactly what it is.

This is where the most terrifying thing about this matter lies.

However, considering that the secret party sealed the subordinates of bronze and fire, there may be another possibility, a possibility that is more terrifying than dragons brewing plans.

It's of mixed race.

A certain mysterious organization, for ulterior purposes, sealed the subjects of the other three monarchs, even including the subjects of the Black King who did not know whether they existed.

An organization of mixed race.

That's what Angers said.

After all, not all hybrids are considered to be dragon slayers. In fact, organizations like the secret party that are unswervingly hostile to dragons are actually different.

More mixed-races actually have a rather complicated attitude towards pure-blooded dragons.

In any case, those ancient beings are their ancestors, and the dragon blood flowing in their bodies is the best proof, irrefutable.

If possible, I believe that among today's hybrids, there are far more people who choose to become dragons than those who completely exterminate dragons.

At least, as far as Angers knows, the Supreme Council of Europe only retains a research project on the road to the gods. This is the oldest mixed-race organization in the West, and has never given up on the road to their ancestors. .

But the Supreme Council is not the most rampant.

They are the most loyal supporters of the Abrahamic blood contract, so the research on the road to godhood is also limited within the parliament, and has never been made public.

Others don't have the concerns of the old guys.

Such as careerists, and upstarts.

"I don't know if you found out, my old chap."

Angers said.

"Ahead is the trial of the Iron Throne, but only a few of us, the Secret Party, the Supreme Council, and the Eight Snakes, came to participate."

Han Gao snorted softly.

"Gattuso, the Chen family."

Ange's lips curled into a sharp arc.

"I deliberately didn't put Caesar on the action list this time, even though the head of Gattuso protested at the school board, but, interesting, old man, it's really interesting, you remember the Pompeii guy .”

"Well, a playboy who hates more than you."

Angers shrugged.

"it's him."

"That's the interesting part. Pompeo didn't respond, he didn't make a statement."

"You should know that sometimes, not making a statement is a statement. No one will care what the person in charge is arguing about. Everyone knows who the real owner of the Gattuso family is, Pompeii, and his attitude is that of Cato. Suo's attitude."

"Now Pompeii shows an attitude of not being interested in the Iron Throne, very good, you know what that means, right?"

The cigar was extinguished, and Ange didn't spit it out, but chewed it with a big mouthful. The cold action was so powerful.

"The authority of bronze and fire can't impress Gattuso, so I'm curious, really curious, what can be more attractive than the Iron Throne?"

"As I recall, they claimed the kid was Caesar."

Henkel said slowly.

"It's the man Gattuso has been waiting for."

"Oh, and this kind of thing."

"Heh, the old guy always has some news channels that belong to the old guy."

Henkel smiled indifferently.

It is true that the Secret Party is very strong, but in terms of background, how can the emerging mixed-race organization compare with the Supreme Council that has lasted for thousands of years.

In the era before the emergence of science, they have been active in Western history as court magicians, pure-blood nobles, legendary alchemists, and so on.

When it comes to intelligence capabilities, the three secret parties can't compare to the Supreme Council.

"But, Mr. Headmaster."

Henkel said.

"I remember that Caesar's speech spirit, it's just Kamaitachi."

"Gattuso has been waiting for a hundred years, just to wait for a weasel?"

The Chancellor of the Supreme Council stroked his alchemy revolver.

"It's really curious, what the hell are they doing."

(End of this chapter)