Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 331 The Upcoming Holiday

This is an interesting question.

The mixed race pursues everything related to the dragon race. With the help of historical texts and myths and legends, they can imagine the era long ago, when the dragon race ruled the sky, the earth and the sea, the glory was supreme, and the huge creatures stretched their bodies wantonly, transforming with their minds. In this world, humans and hybrids are just insignificant existences, not even qualified to meet pure blood, so why does the supreme weapon of a great monarch fit the size of a human?

For dragons, the blades of the Seven Deadly Sins are probably not even toothpicks.

Anger has seen pure-blooded dragons with his own eyes, one time when he was not fully recovered, and the other time was Lu Mingfei's battle in the Nibelungen not long ago. It is hard to imagine that the battle between two behemoths would take such General regulated weapons.

"perhaps……"

The vice principal scratched his face.

"They can grow bigger. When the fight really starts, the Seven Deadly Sins will become the size of a pure-blooded dragon."

"Don't forget, old man, they are the most outstanding creations in alchemy. You know, changing the size is nothing in alchemy."

The vice-principal is the greatest scholar among the mixed races. Although this old guy seems unreliable, as long as bikinis and chicks are not mentioned, the suggestion of this master alchemist is still worth considering.

Ang Rou nodded, then shook his head again.

ponder for a moment.

"You know what I'm thinking."

Angers said.

"The weapon used by the Dragon King just fits the size of a human being. What does this represent?"

"Even if the seven deadly sins can be changed in size, their regulation in the silent state represents the most convenient and convenient state."

"So, you mean, the Dragon King is very similar to humans?"

The vice-principal whistled.

"Forget it, old man, what's the point of our guessing? It's this time, and it's not like no one has seen the Dragon King. If you are really curious, I'll go and bring Xiao Mingfei back. Didn't he kill him?" Norton, let him tell us what Norton looks like."

Angers glanced at him.

The vice-principal, whose face was full of indifference last second, couldn't help frowning after seeing Angers' eyes.

"I know."

Angers said.

"Dragon King is very similar to human beings."

"I never doubted that."

"Old man, what I'm thinking is, why does the Dragon King look so human?"

As soon as the topic changed, Angers suddenly said something confusing.

"Who are we?"

The vice-principal looked solemn, trying to stand on tiptoe, trying to touch Angers forehead.

"Do you have a fever?"

he grumbled.

Ange looked at him quietly, with this look, even with the face of the vice-principal, he felt embarrassed.

"Remember the birth of the hybrid?"

"Isn't this kind of thing clearly written in the book?"

"Well, it's written in the book, a compulsory course for the Cassel coat, common sense that everyone knows, and all half-breeds know that half-breeds are the product of evil, the carrier of greed and desire, and humble human beings who want to steal The authority of the gods, the sorrow that was born by offering the girl as a sacrifice."

Angers' deep voice echoed here. He was like a priest at mass in a church, but what he recited was not a hymn, but a profane chapter. Blood oozes from the black scriptures, which are full of distorted and wailing scriptures.

Sacrifice the maiden to the dragon to steal power.

It's just a light sentence, but behind it is a nightmare that I can't wake up from.

A pause.

Angers asked suddenly.

"Why people?"

"In the last century, many countries were conducting experiments in secret. The Axis and Allies, regardless of justice or evil, were running on taboo roads."

"At that time, scientific ethics had not yet been established, and researchers were walking in a gray area between white and black. They combined the egg cells of human volunteers with the sperm of orangutans."

Having said that, Ange smiled.

The vice-principal is still the same, slacking off.

The real history often subverts the cognition of later generations, but they are not later generations. Angers and the vice-principal are both witnesses of that era, and they are not indifferent or numb. They are more willing to do something with their own hands than unnecessary emotional fluctuations. what.

Anger continued to tell.

"And what they really want to study is dragons and hybrids."

"They injected the blood of the hybrid into animals, rats, cats, dogs, monkeys, orangutans, tigers, lions."

"Even mixing the genetics of hybrids with other animals to try to get new species."

"You know, the mixed races at that time were thinking about a problem."

Angers said.

"Why human?"

"Why is it human beings who bear the dragon's blood?"

"The result of all insane experiments are aberrant monsters."

"Except for humans, no species can carry dragon blood."

"Not to mention 50% of the critical blood line, even 1% of dragon's blood is deadly poison to creatures other than humans."

"So, why humans?"

"The combination of humans and dragons to produce hybrids seems so logical, but is it really so?"

"The combination of a lion and a tiger gives birth to the liger, which is the same family and genus."

"A horse and a donkey combine to give birth to a mule, and they are of the same genus."

"Then, the hybrid born from the union of man and dragon..."

Stopped abruptly.

Needless to say, the two people present are not fools. Since humans and dragons can be combined, does it mean that the two have something in common to some extent, and can even be classified into the same genus.

But... what a joke!
Are humans and dragons really similar to lions and tigers, horses and donkeys?

If you think about it, ligers and mules are born with physical defects, unable to reproduce or easy to die young, but hybrids don't have such troubles.

But really?

What about the critical blood line?

Hybrids are at risk of degenerating into Deadpool at any time.

With that in mind, it's more like.

"Have you heard of the half-blood monarch?"

Angers said.

"Oh, the whims of a bunch of lunatics."

The vice-principal sneered.

"Safely cross the critical blood line, with a human body, 100% bear the blood of dragons."

"Looking at it this way, the mixed-blood monarch is at best a pure-blooded dragon, with five generations of dragons, and at most four generations."

"But their name is the monarch."

"That is to say, some people think that just by crossing the critical blood line and pushing the dragon blood concentration to 100%, they are qualified to spy on the seat of the Dragon King."

"I don't think so, is this strange?"

The vice principal yawned, looking listless.

"Old man, did you forget to take your medicine today? Why do you just say something that people can't understand?"

With that said, he turned around, twisted his buttocks, and walked out.

"The gods the church believes in..."

Angers' words sounded behind him, but the vice-principal ran away in a hurry as if it was a curse that urged him to die.

Anger smiled lightly.

He's the only one left here.

"Man, dragon, god."

He stroked the texture of the Seven Deadly Sins carefully.

The murmur was so soft that only he could hear it.

Retrieve the Seven Deadly Sins, and hand over the follow-up to the research institute. The vice-principal said that the results will be released before March. The old man is quite reliable in business. At least after Lu Mingfei confiscated all the Playboy magazines and western discs, This old man is quite reliable.

To produce results before March, that is to say, to catch up with the Martial Arts Conference he set, when Kassel and the martial artists from the Children's Palace will gather together, and weapons will be used as rewards.

To be more specific, Lu Mingfei plans to give blueprints or quotas for tailor-made weapons. After all, if he shows up to give Yuanyuan a knife from the Sword Repair Department, wouldn't the prize be meaningless.

The trip to Las Vegas still had its tail. Regarding the church, Lu Mingfei followed it up for a while, but unfortunately there was no follow-up. This mysterious mixed race organization seemed to evaporate completely overnight, and they could not be found anywhere. Lu Mingfei's current authority, using the intelligence network of Norma and the Executive Department, but still can't find it after multiple measures, then it really can't be found.

The priest is still in a deep sleep, and before the time when Xuanwu is sealed off, Lu Mingfei is not cultivated enough, and if he forcibly unblocks the priest, he will die. wanted news.

Kassel Military Academy, Zenith Terrace.

Soldiers in thin clothes lined up in a square formation, Lu Mingfei paced, the snow covered his ankles, the thick gray sky was about to drown them, the cold wind was like a knife scraping bones, Lu Mingfei walked steadily on the snow In the process, I occasionally stop in front of someone, quietly look at, think, write down a few sentences in the handbook, and continue to move forward.

Coordinating hundreds or thousands of warriors is not a small matter, and the workload is heavy. Sometimes Lu Mingfei sits at the desk for an entire afternoon, and there are endless files and plans in front of him. The book just wanted to climb over the wall and go out to beat the stinky kid in StarCraft. It's really unbelievable that they are the same person.

When a person devotes himself to something, time always passes quickly. Lu Mingfei does not have the habit of smoking, but he will subconsciously bite on something when he is thinking, such as a pen. At first, he used The pen, click, clicked, it was bitten off after a few strokes, and it was only when the ink was out of ink that he came back to his senses, and found that there was only half of the pen left in his hand. go out for a walk.

Although Lu Mingfei's physique is not afraid of sitting for a long time, it is not good to work for a long time, his eyes are not tired, and his spirit is also tired. Zero pulls him out, and Lu Mingfei is still saying blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. After reading it, it would be terrible to believe him. The information seems to be endless. Lu Mingfei will provide each warrior with practice advice and list the books they need. The warriors in the Children's Palace and Kassel are all. It's a rough road, before the warriors grow up, Lu Mingfei can do as much as he can.

Sometimes when I get tired, I get up to take a breath, stand in front of the window to look at the snow outside, and draw simple animals, flowers and plants on the glass, Lu Mingfei laughs.

He would also think that it would be great if he didn't engage in the world's martial arts at the beginning. It's really troublesome. It's so troublesome. Self-cultivation and teaching others to practice are two different things. It's frustrating.

If it's just him, he has walked the third time from body training to non-human, and from non-human to Waigang, and he is familiar with it no matter what. The peak is close to the sky-opening pile of the martial sage, and I don't know what chances of winning against the black king.

Just thinking about something and nothing like this, his thoughts drifted away, he felt that he was really stupid, who did he think Lu Mingfei was, and wanted to change the world, it was ridiculous.

After looking at the snow for a while and thinking about things for a while, he returned to the table and buried himself in the endless archives and plans, in a daze.

He felt really stupid. It wasn't that there was a problem with the goal of the world's martial arts, but that he actually started to think about the meaning of this matter.

There is a force, a light, before you do your best, before you squeeze out the last bit of strength, thinking about meaning itself is meaningless.

The final conclusion of the coffin will be done by later generations. The 24 histories are all the history books of the later dynasties and the previous dynasties. If you think about this and that all day long, you will never finish the matter.

As this winter gets colder, it's time for the holidays.

Compared with the winter vacations of previous years, this year's Kassel is busier. Students not only have to complete their studies in liberal arts, but also have to work hard in martial arts.

The popularity of the night watchman forum has dropped significantly. In previous years, there were executives from the executive department who watched the juniors with great interest, and occasionally placed bets on such things as so-and-so failing a few subjects. Sit in a row and eat melon seeds again.

This year is different, they themselves are doomed, and now the commissioners have almost gone for a round in Kassel, and the average person is getting started with body training. Since they are all students of Master Lu, will you come to the final exam of the martial arts academy? , If you say no, be careful that the road master beats you.

Occasionally, some people post on the forum, asking themselves questions and answers.

"What is the antonym of liberal arts?"

"Of course it's martial arts, hahaha."

There is a group of people watching below.

"Another learning style."

"Tsk tsk, look at forcing the child."

Lu Mingfei put a lot of pressure on him. It was really great. He basically followed the posture of Kyushu's military training. The leisurely Kassel hadn't seen this scene for many years. The topic they discussed a few months ago There are still banquets and sailing boats. From time to time, someone pours champagne into the swimming pool to have fun with the people. Now Kassel is completely a military camp. From students to professors, they all walk in a hurry. When they meet each other, they nod their heads, which is regarded as a compliment, and then go on with themselves. things went.

Speaking of which, Kassel is a German aristocratic university. From sculpture dishes to school uniforms, it is full of German style. The tall and straight boys and girls are dressed in school uniforms that look like military uniforms. They walk in Kassel with their heads held high. Katyusha is played on the radio 24 hours a day.

Wait, is there something wrong?

The students found that Professor Schneider seemed to be in a good mood recently. Hell, some people even saw him smiling at themselves. Although the smile was beyond the acceptable range of normal people, he was smiling, and he must be smiling.

Schneider actually laughed. This incident was as shocking as Chu Zihang's falling in love, and the Dragon King ran to Kassel to learn how to slaughter himself.

In fact, Schneider is really in a good mood. He and Angers have different ideas. Mr. Principal believes that individual heroes can bring victory. He is different. Schneider firmly adheres to the iron-blooded style of a soldier. The previous Kassel made him very happy. It's disgusting, but now, it finally looks like the highest school for dragon slayers.

Schneider was relieved.

(End of this chapter)