Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 135

Gunshots, flames, physical collisions, blood, wailing, and crazy biting.

Lu Mingfei hid under the stage, clinging tightly to the three-cornered hat, which had a faint scent of lavender, which reassured him.

On the grass outside, the battle has entered a fierce stage.

On the grass, two distinct groups faced each other on the grass, led by Caesar in pirate costume, and Chu Zihang in black suit.

Caesar held a one-handed hammer in his right hand, with a flamboyant expression on his face, while Chu Zihang on the opposite side was holding a samurai sword. Water droplets dripped from the sword, wetting the grass under his feet.

"Shield of piety."

"Mage Armor."

The two confronting men were communicating in low voices that could not be heard by others, obviously very curious about the spell-casting skills of both parties.

In the chaotic gun battle just now, relying on protection spells to protect one's own strength, try to preserve one's own strength as much as possible.

This is the first round of confrontation between the Lionheart and the Student Council.

"We have more people." Chu Zihang said in a low voice, and now they are using communication techniques to talk, and it seems to the people next to them that they are just watching each other silently.

Due to Lu Shanyan's relationship, many mixed races from China will join the Lionheart Society, so there are many spellcasters among them, and more people remain.

The situation in the student union on the other side is not so good. There is only Caesar as a spellcaster inside. However, due to the longer release distance of the spell of piety shield, it barely saved a lot of people, so that the current situation will not be too ugly.

"The next step is the decisive battle, without magic."

"No magic."

The next moment, the long knife pierced the sky, leaving a silver trail, and Caesar's hammer came first, blocked the long knife, and hit Chu Zihang's chest.

The battle between the two awakened the surrounding crowd, black and white collided and mingled on the grass, turning the battlefield into a fauvist abstract painting.

Except for the two leaders, most of the rest were unarmed. They collided with each other, releasing their inner demons with fist-to-flesh attacks.

The fighting scenes were ugly, but the students in the melee had smiles on their faces.

In the 70s, the era of rapid development of humanistic psychology, psychological researchers at Kassel College noticed the spiritual problems of mixed races.

They will be plagued by a special mental illness called Blood Sorrow, which makes them lack the ability to empathize with all creatures. In their world, only themselves will be left in the end.

This unresolvable loneliness has led countless mixed races to the road of death. In order to solve this mental illness, the psychological research team of Kassel College combined the viewpoint of humanistic psychology and gave a solution:
Provide a free and safe space for those mixed-race children to release their inner pressure passionately.

So Freedom Day came into being. On this day, students can ignore the rules of any school, do things that they usually dare not do, and find their place in the collective violations of everyone.

Since Freedom Day was set, the psychological evaluation scores of the students of Kassel College have improved a lot, and it is for this reason that the group of old school board members will allow this kind of thing to exist.

Now, these children are freeing themselves and finding the meaning of life from fighting with others.

"Which side do you think will win?"

Ender asked Angers.

"I'm definitely pressing on the Lionheart, their cooperation is better."

Lionheart Club is a long-established society in the school, its internal semi-military management, student quality and sense of cooperation are better than that of the Student Union.

While the two were talking, the balance of victory below had begun to tilt towards the Lionheart Society, but for the two leaders who were fighting, the situation was just the opposite.

Compared with the situation in the original book, Caesar was blessed by Bahamut, and as a priest, his physique was far stronger than that of Chu Zihang, who was a warlock.

Facing Caesar, who was holding a heavy weapon like a hammer, Chu Zihang didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he could only keep wandering around, looking for opportunities to attack.

The two remained silent, their weapons swung and collided, and their figures kept changing. In just a few tens of seconds, beads of sweat oozed from the foreheads of both of them.

Chu Zihang was forced to the front of the stage by Caesar, he could not retreat, and the stage behind him blocked the space on his side.

At this time, Lu Mingfei hid under the stage, watched the footsteps flying outside, shrank himself into a ball, and begged these lunatics not to come to him.

At this time, he felt a shock on the top of his head, and something hit the temporary stage. Lu Mingfei watched helplessly as the pillars next to him slowly toppled due to the shock, and the place was about to collapse.

"To die, to die..."

Lu Mingfei hurriedly crawled out from under the stage, and appeared in front of the two people who were fighting with a very unsightly appearance.

"Um, hi?"

Lu Mingfei lay on the ground, raised one hand, looked at the two men with weapons, greeted them, and showed a far-fetched smile.

Then both hands were raised, and a standard French military salute was performed.

"newborn?"

Caesar asked.

"newborn."

Chu Zihang replied.

"Welcome to Kassel." Caesar showed a very friendly smile, turned around and hit Chu Zihang with a hammer.

"Welcome to enroll." Chu Zihang dodged the hammer and slashed at Caesar with his backhand.

Neither of them was in charge of Lu Mingfei, and now it was a battle of honor. In the past year, the student union led by Caesar had already surpassed the Lion Heart Club, and Chu Zihang had just taken over the Lion Heart Club. Lay the foundations of your rule with the blood of your enemies.

Lu Mingfei looked around and ran towards the edge of the battlefield. He had already seen his own box and a familiar person.

Lu Mingfei's box was lying quietly on the ground, and a girl was sitting on the box, like a princess, waiting for the arrival of the prince.

"Thank you... thank you."

Lu Mingfei thanked the girl he met at the train station. The girl stood up, and then Lu Mingfei saw that she was holding a rifle in her hand. Looking at the style, it was still the most classic AK47.

"you are welcome."

The girl's voice was as clear as the wind in the glacier. She walked up to a man who had fallen to the ground, pulled out the man's magazine, skillfully took out the bullet, and pressed it into the gun.

"what are you going to do?"

Lu Mingfei felt that his quality was a bit too low, and he was not worthy of this high school.

Looking at others, they are all freshmen, and they are already proficient in using AK47, and they can only play games.

"It's a game, do you want to win?"

The girl turned her head, her blue eyes made Lu Mingfei's mind go blank, and he nodded mysteriously.

"Then I'll win for you."

(End of this chapter)