Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 230 The Epic Begins Here

The alchemy tools that have reached the legendary level all apply the living spirit refining technique. Through this method, certain "living" characteristics are given to the tools, thereby enhancing the power of the tools.

The same goes for Henkel's two alchemy revolvers.

There is a saying that the person who knows you best is your enemy. Anger knows his old friend very well, and he also has information about Henkel Yanling and his weapons.

After comparing with the action report provided by Chu Zihang, Anger keenly saw that the "fate" in Robert's hand was at best a powerful pistol, far from being able to exert the ability of his legendary alchemy tool.

Obviously, Henkel just handed him the revolver, but did not hand over the method of how to awaken the living spirit.

"I thought they were the best heirs of the Supreme Council."

Angers said.

"Isn't it?"

Henkel glanced at him.

"I'm going to take the children away, and you will have a headache for the next thing, Angers."

Angers watched Henkel's thin figure gradually go away.

"Who is your chosen heir?"

He muttered to himself.

The mixed races who appeared outside the town soon woke up. After professional medical examinations, all the results showed that they were in good health. Because they were mixed races, they were far beyond the standard of ordinary people. Signs of serious injuries after the war.

But that's not what the Action Report says.

In addition to the S-class team, the operatives dispatched by the secret party also have some wild hybrids who usually move freely as hunters. There are always some gray areas that need to be stepped into. After waking up, the hybrids showed different degrees of headaches and dizziness. In addition to mental problems, he was so healthy that he could wrestle with a polar bear. After synthesizing the reports provided by many sources, a summary soon appeared in front of Angers.

Trials of the Iron Throne, runaway creatures, [-]nd and [-]rd ring quests, the final battle royale and raging monsters.

The raging monster came from the mouth of a hunter who belonged to the secret party. He tenaciously survived the death cycle of the second ring mission, and was lucky to hide in the end of the third ring mission. This lucky guy thought that If he could just keep hiding like this, if someone died together, he might still catch a leak.

Unexpectedly, there was a catastrophe, the hunter was hiding in the cellar of a family, and then the house collapsed, and there was no earthquake. The hunter couldn't figure out what happened, his weather-beaten face was full of bewilderment.

Fortunately, God still favored him. The house collapsed and turned into ruins. Although the cellar was also affected, luckily others were fine. Should it be a coincidence that the fallen stone slab just formed a triangular area with the wall, and he stayed there In this area, subsequent large-scale landslides were also blocked by this naturally formed safety zone, and the hunter almost burst into tears. He thought God was going to give up on himself, but unexpectedly, his benevolent father was still looking at him, and he was still in his heart. Thinking about how to express piety to God after going out, the earth split open.

Why is this world so dangerous!

Cracked!He was not prepared at all, he didn't know what happened, he just fell down like this, and then there was hot magma.

Angers put down the report and fell into deep thought.

There are many people who survived to the end of the battle royale, and they combined their respective perspectives to restore, and they can barely piece together the outline of the time.

The house that collapsed was not just the hunter's one, basically the whole world was reduced to ruins. Someone claimed that he heard the sound of fighting, and someone said that he saw a dragon, a blue one, a real dragon.

Is that you, Mingfei?

Angers pondered.

All the mixed races came out, except for one Lu Mingfei, the result was nothing more than two, either died or entered the next task, based on Anger's understanding of that boy, if Lu Mingfei would die in this place, The old man would never believe it.

But something like destroying a small town...

Moreover, what about the bronze servants who were sealed back then?
Why is there no news about those dragons?
The town of Centralia is still inaccessible, and all detection methods are ineffective. Angers has a headache. It would be great if he could see what is happening in the town.

"Mr. Principal, maybe you need to read this message."

Norma's sudden reminder attracted Angers' attention.

His eyes fell on the laptop screen.

live streaming?

…………

monitoring room.

This is a department affiliated to the Supreme Council. There are many similar institutions. They are distributed all over the world, in every country, even on alpine glaciers and on the seabed. Once there is a signal that dragons are about to recover, the starry monitoring stations will be at the first place. Time warning, reminding the mixed races to investigate.

The departments in charge of monitoring also exist in the secret party and the Sheqi Bajia, but the scope of monitoring is different. For example, Japan is basically the private land of the Sheqi Bajia, and it is difficult for other mixed-race organizations to intervene. Even the headquarters of the secret party has difficulty exerting influence on Japan.

Half a century has passed since the end of World War II. The mixed race on this island country has licked its wounds, sharpened its minions, and revealed its ambitious attitude again.

Of course, by the second millennium, the Internet had been upgraded from that clunky cassette machine to another world, a world of zeros and ones.

In order to cope with the challenges of the new era, the monitoring methods of the mixed race must keep pace with the times. In addition to monitoring the real world, the Internet has also become a battlefield for many parties.

This is a monitoring station disguised as a game studio. Their identities on the surface are the gold mining group of World of Warcraft, and they also undertake in-game business such as power leveling equipment trading.

But in fact, they work for the Supreme Council. You never know that the trade union brothers who were killing monsters with you in the game in the last second will switch the interface in the next second to display information such as dragons, recovery, and hybrids. These dead houses who live on French fries and Coke carelessly light up their golden pupils, tap the keyboard at a speed that ordinary people would even be dazzled by, and monitor the network.

Today's studio is very abnormal, the deafening game sound effects actually stopped, only the crackling sound of the half-breed typing on the keyboard can be heard, and the dead house pushes the Coke and French fries aside, with a serious expression of attending a relative's funeral Facing the computer, it seemed that someone's posthumous photo was pasted on this thing. They even had their golden pupils on, typing on the keyboard with all their might.

Looking at the screen again, what is surprising is that there is no posthumous photo on it at all. It is a green stream of code that swipes the screen like a waterfall. This is another battlefield different from Dragon Slaying. The keyboard and code are their swords. .

The thunderous pounding ceased.

This round of attacks has come to an end.

The group leader rubbed his eyebrows wearily.

The King of Fighters Invitational is just a game. Compared with this level of security, the Pentagon is like the difference between primitive people and Gundam fighters, which is too exaggerated.

What are you doing, a King of Fighters game with such a big security measure, who do you think you are?Hunter website?

The team leader recalled what happened when they attacked the Hunter website back then. The Supreme Council mobilized almost all the cyber troops. The aftermath of the battle caused the Internet in thirteen countries to collapse, and the real battlefield was far more tragic than all countries imagined. It was the collision of two behemoths, but in the end it ended in the dismal retreat of the Supreme Council. There is no doubt that this is their indelible shame. What is gratifying is that not only their Supreme Council suffered a disastrous defeat, but also the Secret Party. There are Sheqi Bajia, and some other large and small mixed-race organizations, all suffered Waterloo on that hunter website.

This world is actually very realistic. Rules and regulations only exist among people of the same status. The weak can only tremble and pray in front of the strong. What happens can only be seen by the mood of the strong. The truth only comes within range. Efficiency, this is something that cannot be understood.

Obviously, the hunter website, such a mysterious website whose background no one knows, would never have survived to the present day if it hadn't been for its fists and muscles. It must have already become the spokesperson of a mixed-race organization.

And now, another guy like that has appeared.

After the webpage of the King of Fighters Invitational Tournament appeared, they set up an emergency response team and used various methods to attack this webpage. Until today, they still found nothing.

"Damn, I feel like an idiot."

The group leader heard someone muttering in a low voice.

Silently sighed.

Why didn't he think so?
It's a pity that other people can complain, but I can't be the team leader. If a leader gives up, they might as well resign collectively.

After resting for 5 minutes, there is still heavy work waiting for them. The team leader encouraged himself again and again. Logically, as a mixed race, his physique is far beyond ordinary people, so this work should be no problem.But the feeling of having nowhere to go in the face of the huge wall, powerlessness or even despair, is really tormenting.

Emotional exhaustion is far more serious than physical exhaustion.

"Team leader, there is movement."

The person responsible for monitoring the webpage reports to him.

"what?"

"That live broadcast..."

The team leader paused for a moment when he rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

Speaking of the live broadcast, he remembered.

Matchstick Men.

The mind, which was already exhausted by the work, was like adding fuel to the fire, and the anger burst into flames.

"Heh, what is the live broadcast?"

"I'm sorry, I need to confirm, are you talking about something that can't even compare to my daughter's graffiti when she was three years old?"

"Stickman, heh, stickman."

The group leader made a "spare me" gesture.

Then his face suddenly darkened.

"Go figure it out, let go of the goddamn live, stop wasting my time with that ridiculous stuff, oh god, for god's sake, can you come up with something meaningful, whatever , the boss is not paying you to watch cartoons!" Even if it is a cartoon, I can guarantee that Tom and Jerry and SpongeBob SquarePants are more interesting than that goddamn live broadcast, absolutely, interesting!
Cooperating with the exaggerated body movements, the man finally ended his roaring. The intense emotional venting made the team leader's neck and face flushed, and he was panting for breath. The whole office was silent, and every team member couldn't take their eyes off Staring at his screen like it was Marilyn Monroe's skirt.

"I'm... sorry, sir."

The poor team members looked like a quail shivering in the heavy rain.

The group leader nodded reluctantly.

"Don't worry about the live broadcast, get an interface yourself and cooperate with our actions. Damn it, I don't believe that there are no loopholes in this game!"

"Yes, sir!"

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Some people don't care about things, but in the eyes of others, they are as precious as gems.

Kassel, Student Union.

Today is Caesar's banquet again. Of course, this is also a matter of course. As long as our student union president is willing, it is not a problem to have a banquet every day.

Boys and girls in costumes embrace each other gracefully on the dance floor. The cellist plays silently in the orchestra. This is a flaxen-haired British man with melancholy blue eyes. The sound of the piano is reminiscent of the gloomy London weather.

Caesar was looking down on the second floor. To be honest, he thought of Chu Zihang. He had a video of this boy performing at the party of Shilan Middle School. The lonely boy played "Schindler's List" on the cello. The girl watching him shed tears, Chu Zihang got up after pulling, bowed and stepped off the stage, as clean as his knife, and when the overwhelming applause sounded, the stage was empty.

Chu Zihang.

Caesar thought.

That guy should be on mission with Master Lu.

The title Lu Shi was still spread from Chu Zihang and Ling. Basically, students in Kassel who signed up for the martial arts elective course refer to Lu Mingfei like this. It is an unwritten tacit understanding between them. Express respect for the S class.

Of course, Caesar knew about the mysterious mission of Chu Zihang and Lu Shi, which was related to the secret operation of the Dragon King Norton. For the heir of the Gattuso family, even if he was not interested, these supposedly top-secret information would appear on his own. in front of you.

Even, as long as he nods, his name, Caesar Gattuso, will be added to the mission list.

But he refused.

Caesar would not believe a word of what the family orders were for his own good.

It's just that if someone stood beside Caesar and looked at his computer, they would be surprised to find that there was no paper at all, and there was actually a scribbled stick figure on it.

It's simply black humor. The head of the student union watched cat and mouse at the banquet, and now it's almost a similar situation, which makes people laugh and cry.

But who was Caesar?

If he cared about what others thought of him, and would affect his own judgment because of this kind of thing, he would not be Caesar.

The stickman is just a stickman. What’s wrong with the funny style of painting? What’s wrong with the graffiti like a child? This is Lu Mingfei’s live broadcast. The existence of these three words is enough, even if Caesar can’t understand what the stickman is doing at all, Who can read useful information from a pile of graffiti, but it must be useful to drive, Caesar believes.

So, he waited.

"The prologue of the epic."

A line of words jumped out on the screen.

It seems to be a link, Caesar's iron-gray eyes stared at the line, and he moved the mouse.

The moment I click OK, a mysterious picture pops up.

At the same time, Caesar's golden pupils involuntarily ignited.

This is... a blood test.

It is similar to the method of the hunter website, but it is more sophisticated than that. It not only distinguishes between hybrids and ordinary people, but also screens the blood of hybrids. Hybrids with a low concentration of dragon blood will fail the test.

Caesar is interested.

His pedigree certainly fit the bill.

Thus, a corner of the epic unfolded slowly in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)