Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

A group of staff members protected Professor Schneider as they fought with the Deadpools on the streets of Tokyo.

Kafka and other surviving mixed-race warriors belonging to Kassel went to deal with the new enemies. Those powerful mixed-races wearing masks appeared from the corners of unknown places.

They are stronger than ordinary Deadpools and close to the combat power of pure-blood dragons.

The most troublesome thing is their elusiveness. They seem to appear wherever they want. Kafka and Victoria will be with Professor Schneider and his party.

They don't have a clear combat goal.

All they can do is fight all enemies in sight.

Kafka left the team first. He entangled the two masked men alone and led them to other battlefields.

Then there's Victoria.

"Professor, it's my turn."

Victoria said.

"I'm surprised you didn't expel me just now."

"You've already guessed it."

"I am also a member of the Supreme Council."

Several staff officers set their sights on Victoria.

"They think that profit and blood can maintain everything."

"But no."

Victoria said.

“Life is important, but there is always something else, something higher than life.”

"Professor, I'm glad you could trust me in the end."

Victoria lured away the three masked men.

So only Professor Schneider and the young staff members were left here.

Without a headquarters to coordinate the overall situation, and without Norma to coordinate the situation, the hybrids are no different from the scattered sand, and they are no match for the Dragon Clan.

Francis could only judge the situation of the battle through the sounds of Tokyo at this time.

From the time they left the headquarters until now, they have gone through a process of constant fighting in Tokyo, to sparse and sporadic movements.

Francis knew in his heart that the half-breed was at the end of its rope.

They didn't dare to look up for fear of disaster in the starry sky.

The starlight became brighter and brighter, until at a certain moment, it gave people the illusion of dawn.

They were curious about what was happening in the starry sky at this time.

Too bad no one could look up.

Anyone who looks up to see it becomes a "looker".

Several staff members finally worked together to eliminate a deadpool.

"If I had known, I would have returned to Kassel last year."

Some people gasped and sighed.

"If I also practice martial arts."

"Come on, stop bragging."

someone said.

"Don't think I've forgotten that you never got a B in physical education back then."

"What do you know? S-level martial arts is not based on physical performance. Didn't you see that Kafka? His physical performance is not as good as mine, but he still became a powerful warrior."

The two began to argue, and someone who heard something new joined in.

A wounded man who was bandaging himself laughed as he listened, but the bandage turned out to be too tight.

The man who took the time to rest against the wall with his eyes closed moved his ears and the tense expression on his face relaxed.

Someone wanted to go over and remind them to keep their voices down and be careful not to attract enemies. This is a battlefield and they must not reveal their position.

Francis tugged at the corner of his shirt.

"The professor didn't even say anything, let them be."

The man looked at Francis, then at the tired Professor Schneider, sighed, and finally smiled.

"Have one."

Francis took out his cigarette and shook it, only one cigarette came out.

Francis smiled awkwardly.

"look."

Francis said.

"One bite per person."

Douglas said.

"good idea.",

Each of them took turns smoking the cigarette.

On the third puff, someone gathered around me.

Soon, they were surrounded by people.

Probably everyone except Professor Schneider arrived.

Every pair of eyes cast their gaze on this cigarette, and Francis really suspected that someone would turn on the golden eye because of this.

Francis stared at the last cigarette in deep thought.

"or."

He said.

"Tell a story. Whoever tells the best story will get the cigarette."

Everyone readily agreed.

Someone talked about his love affair with his three girlfriends.

Someone told about his bungee jump from a volcano crater.

Someone told about his grandfather, an elderly dragon slayer who always played the harmonica in the misty mountain evenings.

In the end, many people voted for the person who talked about grandpa playing the harmonica. Francis thought, maybe it was because everyone had a grandpa.

Those who don’t have a grandpa would also like to have such a grandpa.

At this time, they discovered that because they had been telling the story for so long, the cigarette had burned out, leaving only a cigarette butt.

A group of gray-headed and bruised staff officers looked at the cigarette butt and were speechless for a long time.

They are all very smart young men. They are good at fighting with their brains. What they often do is that I predict your prediction, and then hahaha, I didn’t expect it. In fact, I predicted your prediction and you predicted mine. , such infinite nesting dolls.

If you pick any one of these people present and put them in the Three Kingdoms, they will be like an adviser, big or small.

You may not be able to be a mastermind, but a counselor is definitely enough.

After all, the Three Kingdoms in this world are also large-scale conflicts between mixed-race families.

It was such a group of people that they even forgot to calculate the burning speed of cigarettes. The last few people took turns to tell the story and voted democratically, and then found that their prizes were gone.

After being quiet for a while, they burst into laughter. They laughed so loudly that they ignored all noble etiquette. Some even had wounds bursting open and gasping in pain.

"How to deal with this?"

Francis held the butt of the extinguished cigarette.

"Give me."

Brown said.

He was the one who told the story about grandpa and the harmonica.

Brown carefully put away the cigarette butt, tore off the corner of his clothes, wrapped it tightly in layers, and put it close to his body.

Everyone was surprised.

It's just a cigarette butt, so why is it so precious?

"This is a family heirloom."

Brown said.

"When this war is over, I will make it into a specimen. When I am old a few decades later, I will tell my grandson, look, this is the trophy your grandfather saved the world in the past."

"Yes."

Someone reacted.

"We are saving the world."

So they smiled playfully, and each of them puffed up their chests. Then you looked at me, I looked at you, and they all laughed.

Until the crisp footsteps sounded.

The smiles on the young men's faces disappeared at the same time, completely disappearing.

They got up from the ground one after another.

Professor Schneider glanced.

No need for any reminder, the boys are ready for the challenge.

He saw some people had broken hands, some people had broken legs, and some people couldn't stand up at all, so he leaned against the wall to support his upper body, holding the gun level with burning golden eyes.

I am a teacher who wears his students to death.

Professor Schneider thought.

He is also a commander who wears his soldiers to death.

The sound of footsteps approached, and under the bright starlight, a man wearing a mask appeared.

He was holding a long spear, which was in the style of a Western knight's spear. It seemed that he had been a knight before.

Everyone felt an unusual aura from the knight.

Clearly he is no ordinary person.

Even in the game, he is an elite monster.

Francis thought.

Few people know that Francis made a lot of preparations to meet Lu Mingfei. He studied all the information on Lu Mingfei that he could find and watched all the videos and audios of Lu Mingfei. Francis treated it with the attitude of a marked battle. Lu Mingfei.

He wanted to leave the best first impression on Lu Mingfei.

To this end, Francis also gained a lot of game and animation knowledge.

At this time, Francis thought, if the S-class were here, they would probably say it.

"Oh oh oh, here comes the Boss."

some type of.

Unfortunately, S-class is not here.

Speaking of which, if the S-class were here, the war wouldn't have reached this stage.

Before the war started, S-class repeatedly promised that as long as he held on until dawn, at least dawn, he would definitely be back.

They all believed it.

It's S-class after all.

What S-class says is always guaranteed, and he will never disappoint anyone.

But, S-level, this night is too long.

When will it be dawn?

Francis thought.

In other words, will it still be bright this day?

Even the starry sky has become a disaster. Putting the starry sky disaster and Lu Mingfei's guarantee together always makes people uneasy.

It seemed like this was a very bad omen. But no matter what, you still have to believe in S-class.

If they don't even believe in S-class, what hope do they have?

So, as long as daybreak, yes, Francis said to himself, as long as daybreak, S-class will definitely be able to participate in the battle, and they will definitely win the final victory.

It's just that this victory didn't come easily.

The night before dawn is too long.

And, it seems, I probably won’t be able to wait.

The knight walked towards them step by step.

He is like the god of death, coming here to harvest their lives.

Almost everyone has this realization.

It can't be defeated, it can't be defeated at all, there is no possibility of victory.

So they felt calm, and the haze that was still more or less lingering in their hearts finally dissipated.

All they have left is the calmness of a warrior facing death, which is their last dignity as warriors.

They were ready for the final charge.

At this time, the light in the starry sky suddenly became brighter.

It actually illuminates the world like daylight.

It's dawn!

Some people were so ecstatic that they subconsciously looked at the sky.

"Don't look!"

shouted Professor Schneider.

But it was too late, three more lookers appeared among them.

The hopes that had just risen in everyone's minds were poured down by a basin of ice water.

It's still dark.

What is bright is the starry sky.

At this level, could it be that the power of star disasters is stronger?

Francis habitual analysis.

He just realized what he was analyzing and laughed at himself.

How long has it been since I still thought about these things?

It's better to think about how to actually call next.

Knight? If it was a knight-type enemy, Francis remembered that he had learned how to deal with it in Kassel before.

It was so long ago that I can’t remember many details.

Francis could only manage to remember a few.

Really, it would have been nice if the fighting lessons had been more serious.

Francis would inevitably think so.

Although he himself knew that these meaningless ifs were meaningless.

strangeness.

Francis thought.

It's so quiet.

Where are the footsteps?

Francis awoke from his wandering thoughts.

Oops, I was too immersed in what I just thought. If the knight takes the opportunity to take action, Francis will have no room to fight back and can only let it be slaughtered.

This time Francis hurried to see the knight.

The knight knelt on one knee and bowed his head deeply.

This is the etiquette of a knight showing his surrender.

Francis recognized it, but how could it be possible, why would he... Is this some kind of conspiracy?

The conspiracy doesn't make sense, the knights can completely crush them, there is no need to use conspiracy.

For a moment, there was silence on both sides. The knight knelt down and the half-bloods were silent.

Something unimaginable must have happened.

Or should I say, there are some among us...

The staff members looked at each other, questioning each other with their eyes.

"Is it you?"

"impossible."

"Or is it you?"

"Come on."

They wondered if there was some noble or mysterious being among the crowd, who had extraordinary command ability to this knight.

In the end, everyone looked at Professor Schneider.

The staff officers are all classmates. It’s just that you are my senior and I am your junior. In a relationship like this, we are all very familiar with each other. We have seen each other without clothes on. After all, who has never attended Kassel Freshman School? What about the entrance ceremony?

Therefore, if there is a mysterious person present who can command the knights, he has some noble ability.

The most likely candidate is Professor Schneider.

No one can deny that a gloomy professor who wears a mask all day long and does not show his true face has no secrets.

Professor Schneider seemed to know what his students were thinking.

"It's heaven."

Professor Schneider said.

When everyone came to their senses, they took a closer look at the knight. Sure enough, the real object of the knight's salute was not them, but the starry sky.

It can be said that the knight is expressing his surrender to the starry sky.

What's in the starry sky?

Suddenly they heard an old voice.

Sounds that were familiar yet unfamiliar to them.

"Time is up."

The man's face came to everyone's mind.

But...how is that possible!

Vice-Chancellor?

How could the vice principal's voice appear at this time?

Professor Schneider lowered his gaze.

"Even you..."

Professor Schneider made a fist.

He had begun to suspect from before that if the Camarilla's Hall of Valor plan was a conspiracy of the Supreme Council, if the artificial intelligence Norma was also a conspiracy of the Supreme Council, and if Kassel had been infiltrated by the Supreme Council to this extent.

So, how much of the Greenland operation and tragedy was an accident, and how much was a man-made conspiracy?

Professor Schneider even felt confused.

He didn't know who he should take revenge on.

Of course, Professor Schneider was confused only for a moment.

The target of his revenge is the dragon clan, and now it is nothing more than people related to the dragon clan and hybrids.

At this time, Professor Schneider heard the voice of the vice-principal, and he suddenly understood that even the vice-principal was...

Yes, this kind of thing should have been thought of long ago.

The vice-chancellor has been a member of the Supreme Council from the very beginning.

But no one would have expected before that the Supreme Council was so hidden.

Professor Schneider heard the Vice President say that the time had come.

What time?

Professor Schneider thought.

Is it the time of the end?

At the same time, the land is illuminated by the stars, the territory occupied by the ocean, and the rituals of heaven and earth resonate with each other.

Invisible out-of-control situations create ripples.

The time node of this era is fixed.

The Age of Gods, which was originally supposed to arrive two years later, adjusted parameters, determined the anchor point, and arrived early.

The stars form a giant cocoon, and something is about to hatch.

This is a major event that humans and hybrids all over the world must pay attention to.

The so-called lookers, the so-called starry sky disasters.

Its essence is a call to the glory of the gods.

When the royal nobles travel, they must have an honor guard and people on the roadside to salute.

Not to mention the gods.

If the gods return quietly, no mortal will know about it, and no one will want to take a look at the starry sky.

So where does the majesty of the gods belong?

Gods need the piety of mortals, which is the basis of why gods are gods.

Just like, if the king loses his subjects and ministers, the lonely king is no different from a beggar.

At this time, the gods are about to return, and mortals welcome them with piety.

As for Professor Schneider in Tokyo, the crows on the first line of defense.

At this point in time, there are only a few people who can still maintain a clear sense of self and have not been infected by the star disaster.

Moreover, in the eyes of the gods, no, the gods may not care. It should be in the eyes of the Supreme Council and the people of the Divine Religion that they were unable to witness the grand arrival of the gods. This is a great loss for Professor Schneider and them.

Maybe the hybrids of the Supreme Council, oh no, should be called gods at this time.

Perhaps the divine descendants of the Supreme Council will shed a few false tears because of the misfortune of Professor Schneider and others.

The Speaker of Parliament held a glass of red wine and admired the starry sky.

As the contemporary Parliament Speaker who planned and led the plan for the return of the gods, Henkel naturally has this honor. He can look directly at the stars and retain a clear sense of self. This is his privilege as a descendant of the gods.

"Angers."

Henkel shook the red wine in his glass and smiled lightly.

"In the end, I won."

The shadow of the hanging garden appears in the starry sky.

Dragons emerge from cocoons, gods come from fruits, and the Hanging Garden is the cocoon and fruit of the times.

The Vice-Chancellor, as the host of the ceremony, is about to take the final step.

Henkel, and many people like Henkel, looked at the vice principal.

There are also countless "lookers" on the earth.

As an alchemist who was about to open the curtain of the Age of Gods with his own hands, the vice-principal was bathed in endless glory.

His figure became more and more distinct in the purple air.

The vice-principal smiled mysteriously, turned around, faced the starry sky in the Age of Gods, and turned his back to all living beings.

The vice-principal raised his hands in the air, making a mysterious and majestic gesture.

He raised his middle finger.

The vice-principal lifted the hem of Long Run, and soon, a water line crossed the sky.

The vice-chancellor laughed.

"Fuck you!"