People are in Douluo, the awakening time at the beginning is zero

Chapter 266 The Night Watch

The overwhelming rain hit the chapel, the bell rang in the wind, the door was pushed open, and a man walked in, wearing black clothes and holding a black umbrella.

"Don't you feel tired of wearing the same clothes every day? Look at the white shirts, coffee vests, and black suit jackets in the closet. Fortunately, you have a red rose on your chest. If you don't know it, you will think you are the host of the funeral home."

"The host of the funeral home? I think it's very vivid. I always attend funerals one after another, friends', enemies', and maybe one day my own." Angers hung the umbrella on the doorknob and closed the door, "If one day you attend my funeral, I hope you will be the one who hosts and rings the bell on the stage." Angers untied his tie, unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt, let himself breathe a sigh of relief, slightly pushed the exposure magazines scattered on the sofa, and sat on it casually. It is rare for the leader of Tianming's dragon slaying to show such a relaxed expression.

"Then I should really thank you. At that time, I still didn't forget to let me earn some extra money. I have been ringing the bell professionally for decades, and I can wake you up even if you lie down." The night watchman barely looked away from the big breasts and fat buttocks on the computer, and grabbed the bottle of single malt whiskey next to him.

"If I lie down, don't wake me up again. You just took my place, and I can meet up with old friends." Angers drank one sip, the scorching heat of the spirit seemed to dispel the coolness of the rain.

"Forget it, don't harm me with your poor position. I think my attic is very good. The job of ringing the bell is very suitable for me. As for you, if you really lie down, I don't have the ability to wake you up, not to mention funerals are your specialty. If you don't finish the funeral for the Dragon Clan first, I'm afraid you won't be ashamed to see those friends and jump up by yourself." The bottle poured himself a glass.

"Yeah, you're right, I'm ashamed to see them." Ange raised his head and relaxed all the support of his body to the sofa. His eyes just looked like a sunny glass window, which was covered with posters of low-cut girls.

Who would have imagined that in such a small attic, there would be empty wine bottles all over the floor, adult magazines thrown everywhere, and a pile of DVDs and game discs on the walls. If Lu Mingfei was here, he would definitely feel very excited, and would call out his fellows.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just an investigation, haven't you been targeted?" The night watchman also seemed to see the 'tiredness' in Ange's heart. As a friend, he should actually persuade the old man to go home to retire, but he is a bad friend, and the old man is not an ordinary old man. Giving him more firewood is more effective than anything else.

"It sounds like I'm not very popular." Angers smiled slightly.

"Tch, Cambridge courtesans, it's easy for you to hook up a little girl even now, but it's a pity that Frost is not a girl, otherwise I think you will be able to convince him." The night watchman said a few words, he never denied Angers' charisma, but it's a pity that these are of no use to politicians.

"Politics is indeed complicated, but it's actually very simple. To put it mildly, these politicians weigh the pros and cons. To put it bluntly, they follow whoever has meat, and fear whoever has a stick. Frost is like this, and Henkel is the same." Anger continued to sip his wine, but there was already a relaxed smile on his face.

"That's right, it's like a dog, feeding unfamiliar white-eyed wolves. Speaking of which, did Henkel come out to join in the fun? What class is that kid actually learning my clothes?" The night watchman became angry when he heard this name.

"He only wants to form an alliance with us now, and he actually wants dragon bones. We don't have any, so where can we get them for him?" Anger smiled. After all, he still couldn't really bury a dragon king. Could it be that monsters can't die after all?

"So I don't like them, they are all a bunch of politicians." The night watchman nodded.

Some things are just like this. They just think that the bystanders think they have seen the situation clearly so they want to take advantage of the situation. As for the people who are already in the game, of course they will not give some good looks to some hyenas.

"So I gave them a slap to make them recognize their position. But I didn't expect the retribution to come so soon. The investigation team of the school board will arrive at the college next week. They probably want to fire me." Anger said slowly.

"It's impossible to fire you even if Cassel is ordered. Besides you, who else is qualified to take over? Frost Gattuso? He's bald, and he still has the extra energy to take care of this kind of thing?" Inspections are inspections. It's been decades. Isn't Angers still doing well here?

"They did an investigation and found that Chu Zihang's bloodline was at risk of getting out of control. They thought that I was deliberately conniving for personal gain and fraud. This alone could pull me down. Anyone who has read the information can tell that Chu Zihang is inextricably related to the Dragon Clan. They will definitely imprison Chu Zihang to find out his secrets." Anger said.

"Do they know about the Nibelungen?" The Night's Watch frowned.

"It would be strange if they didn't know. Gattuso also has an action team. They also bought an unknown number of antiquities and books related to dragons on the black market. It makes no sense that we know about them but there is no record. Even if we don't, after controlling Chu Zihang, it will be easy to recognize the existence of Nibelungen. Don't forget, they still have a 'key'. He can open all the doors in this world." Anger sighed.

"Isn't that just right? Regardless of whether he is a politician or not, the Dragon King is the common enemy of everyone. If you know the location of the Nibelungen, you can ask them to sponsor a few nuclear bombs. Don't you also want revenge? What better chance than this?" The night watchman is right. If the Nibelungen can be found, the nuclear bomb is undoubtedly the best choice. There is another space. There is no need to worry about the explosion and radiation of the nuclear bombs. They can also combine alchemy to create even more terrifying alchemical nuclear bombs, just throw them in anyway.

Since the first nuclear bomb exploded in New Mexico in 1945, everyone in the Secret Party, including Angers, has regarded the nuclear bomb as the last card in the war between humans and dragons.

If you don't use it now, when will you wait?
"It's not that simple. If the nuclear bomb can really kill the Dragon King, then I will not hesitate. Nibelungen is the domain of the Dragon King. No one knows what's going on inside. In fact, I have always been skeptical about whether the nuclear bomb can cause damage to the Dragon King." Anger frowned slightly.

Theoretically, nuclear bombs should be destructive to all life, but Anger knows that the dragons cannot use common sense to infer, how can they make a judgment on such a noble life with their vision?

And if one thing goes wrong, the ending must be devastating.

So even though he knew there was a problem with the small seaside town, Angers still didn't act immediately.

"The blood of every king must end with the sword." Anger uttered a sentence that seemed to be a prophecy or a short poem. He knew more secrets than the entire secret party in some aspects.

The hand of the night watchman holding the wine glass trembled slightly, he had only seen this sentence a few days ago.

"This is the only sentence Norton left on the Seven Deadly Sins, don't you find it strange?" Angers asked.

"It's strange there. He is the ancestor of Norton's alchemy. Isn't it normal to leave a paragraph on his highest masterpiece that looks very attractive and compelling? Maybe Norton also has a second disease." The night watchman continued to drink.

Angers shook his head with a smile, and picked up the bottle to refill himself a glass, "What do you think is the root cause of the dragon's strength? Dragon scales that are comparable to refined steel? Or steel muscles that are more amazing than hydraulic machines, a body that is as huge as a mountain, or a soul that can continuously regenerate?"

"I think it's all scary." The night watchman shrugged.

Anger shook his head, "No, these are not problems. Whether it is dragon scale muscles, a huge body, or a soul that is constantly reborn, we can solve it as long as it is a carbon-based life under the current bombardment of thermal weapons. Once he is resurrected, we can continue to kill him again, but the daunting authority of God is what scares us the most."

"But such power, in the eyes of the Dragon King, is actually not the biggest reliance. The Seven Deadly Sins were forged by Norton to kill his seven brothers. Does this mean that for the Dragon King, elemental power has never been the key. The battle between dragons may never rely on the spirit of speech, but the most primitive and bloody melee."

"Do you mean that the dragon king is not afraid of attacks like heat? Isn't it true that nuclear bombs and other weapons are almost ineffective? Norton, the king of bronze and fire, may have a strong resistance to heat, but the rest of the dragon kings should not be possible?"

"Then what if it's time zero? If I knew in advance, I would have a chance to run out of the explosion range of the nuclear bomb. I think the speed of the King of Sky and Wind should be able to dodge easily." Anger also sighed, "Nibelungen is the domain of the Dragon King. We may be able to enter, but can't the Dragon King come out?"

The night watchman nodded, "You're right. No one knows if the Nibelungen has only one entrance. Even if the key can open it, we can only be regarded as rats who burrowed in. Why do you think the master can't go out through the gate?"

"So, those people in the school board have no way to fight against the Dragon Clan. I know it, and you know it too. Only they don't know! They don't understand how desperate and cruel this war is, but they are already confident and ready to carve up the world. If the Dragon Clan is really completely buried one day, they firmly believe that they will replace the Dragon Clan and stand on the mountain." Angers paused, "How arrogant it is."

"It's true that they are a bunch of idiots. Fighting against the Dragon King has never been something that a group of politicians can handle. Only you can succeed." The night watchman said leisurely.

Angers shook his head, "No, no one can predict such an ending, and I don't have the confidence to win, but I am a soldier, and what I can do is to persist until the end of the war, even if it is just to lay an extra bone for the latecomers."

"So you pushed out Lu Mingfei and wanted to keep Chu Zihang, and let Chen Mo get in touch with the Laurent family. Are you preparing to explain the funeral?" the night watchman said in a low voice.

Angers nodded slightly, "This is the purpose of establishing Kassel. Whether it is Constantine or Norton, my plan to completely end the life of the Dragon King is almost impossible to realize. It is foreseeable that after thousands of years, the battle between dragons and humans will continue. Kassel's will needs to be passed on by someone."

"This is the first time I've heard you say despondent words." The night watchman picked up the wine bottle with one hand, and he almost thought that Angers had been brainwashed to question his belief for so long?

But he soon realized that he was overthinking directly, that Angers was Angers, and he was the Dragon Slayer of Destiny.

"A student talked to me, and he had an idea that I thought was right." Anger took the wine bottle from the night watchman and filled it up for himself.

"Oh? What is it?" The night watchman was a little curious. As a master alchemist, the more he studied the history of the dragon race, the more he could feel the powerlessness. What a brilliant civilization and noble life they are.

"I think what he said is right. It doesn't matter whether the Dragon King is completely put into eternal sleep. What we can do is to pull the Dragon King into the cycle of death now. As long as human beings are still progressing, no matter how many times the Dragon King is resurrected, we will only become stronger and stronger. The current problem may not be a problem at all in the future."

"It's an interesting idea." The night watchman nodded, "But just thinking about sending seven dragon kings into hibernation is already a headache, let alone an emperor who will end everything. I'm sorry to say that it's hard for me to be optimistic about such a future."

"You are right, in order to meet the emperor, we need to train soldiers. Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Caesar, Chen Mo, they are all the strength we need. My friend, you are too. I need you to continue to support me before this war ends!"

Angers stood up, picked up his umbrella and was ready to go out.

The night watchman sighed, he knew that Ange had only slightly canceled his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but the heart of revenge was still burning, but he didn't know whether the flame would bury the dragons first, or burn himself to ashes.

He scratched his head, poured out the last bit of wine in the bottle, drank it in one gulp, and threw the bottle on the ground.

Ange held an umbrella and stood at the door looking at the iron-gray sky with a smile. He had already received a reply from his old friend.

Dry!
(End of this chapter)