Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Chapter 261 256. Lin Fenglong

In the deepest part of Genji Heavy Industries lies the majestic and dark temple. It is so wide that it seems as if the entire St. Peter's Cathedral has been moved underground. It is surrounded by nothingness and silence. From those long corridors that can lead to the Iron Dome Temple The blowing wind screams and conveys the sound of loneliness and loneliness.

The flickering candlelight was lit in the niche, and the starry sky was inlaid with gems that reflected the dim light of the candlelight. Under the dome, there was a long cherry red conference table. The conference table was made of cherry wood. The ancient and obscure hollows are filled with gold and silver, and the edges are made of sandalwood and oak.

There is no one around the table, but there are hazy beams of light falling from above, and tiny dust particles dance and burst into life in these beams. The Tyndall effect is so intuitively displayed in the core of this temple, and all the light pillars are silent. On the ground stands an ancient iron throne. Those thrones seem to be woven with thorns, with rugged and sharp iron edges pointing in all directions. In front of the seats are placed the World Tree badges forged with gold. There are nine badges in total. If you pick them up You will find that the bottom of each badge is marked "I" to "IX".

The ancient Roman numerals are ironed on like growing vines, and the grooves are flowing with shiny and bright red liquid.

The aging man sat down at the top of the conference table with his back bent. There was a devil-like shadow guarding him in the darkness under the dim light of the candle. If Lu Mingfei or anyone was still trying to enter the underground tunnel at this moment, he would die. Members of the Samurai Laboratory will all recognize what those devilish shadows are here, the dragon-shaped corpse guard, the dragon Naga and the dragon-shaped Dead Samurai. Their figures are extremely ferocious, twisted and twisted, and they are as quiet as dead. He lowered his head, only a turbulent light like wildfire seeped out from the slits of his slightly narrowed eyes.

There are two third-generation species created as corpse guards here. In the ancient Gods, the third-generation species were all noble counts. Their territory may span the entire Nile River Basin, or it may be from the Ural Mountains to the Rhine River under a certain count. Trembling under the majesty. But today, after such noble creatures died, they could only be reduced to playthings. Their corpses could not rest in peace. Under the scales as hard as steel, there were rugged and hollow bones, and golden light burned deep in the bones.

The old man sat upright on the only soft high chair that did not symbolize the sharpness of power, with the index fingers of his hands crossed on the table. He has deep eye sockets and a high bridge of nose. His eyes are iron gray, and his expression is cold but brewing with a hint of madness. Although he is stooped, he does not look senile. His pupils seem to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps, and his gaze scans every item along the table. The World Tree emblem that represents identity.

Sure enough, it was him, Friedrich von Long, one of the few big monsters in Japan's monster room who had not yet had time to reveal his flaws.

A huge projector light was illuminated from above, and the image was displayed in the center of the conference table. It was the last scene where Lu Mingfei used lust to completely kill the dragon-shaped corpse guard. He raised his knife and stood in front of the air wall connecting the realms. , it seems like the whole hell is hidden in the eyes, and those unwilling evil spirits are trying to escape from it.

He bowed slightly towards No. 9 in the distance, his voice filled with rather arrogant happiness, "After so many years, it's surprising that you haven't died yet."

"We still don't know how far your actions in Tokyo have progressed." No. 1 spoke through the badge at this time. He seemed to be a very young and somewhat frivolous guy. He showed his whole body in the beam unscrupulously, except for his face. Still covered.

"Friedrich, my most beloved friend, never try to look up at you..." The face of No. 9 in the beam became blurred. He held his chin with his hands crossed, clearly sitting upright, but he seemed to be tall and capable. Looking down at the entire world, "You still haven't learned a lesson after all these years."

"Look, look, look, look at what great things we have missed..." Someone whispered at the long table, the voice was as deep as the ashes falling at the end of hell, and the voice was from World No. V Tree badges, it seems that this temple is not just a decoration. Friedrich will come here when he needs to contact or hold meetings with his bosses who are always hidden behind the scenes. Each badge has a built-in With the means of communication, someone connected to a certain corner of the world along a certain optical cable or a certain radio wave may be one of the monarchs of the dark side.

"Your brilliance, your brilliance is so dazzling, sir..." Friedrich's fingers trembled. What appeared in the light beam was just an illusory image shaped by holographic projection technology. That thing had no entity, just light. The diffraction and interference should not pose a threat to anyone or affect anything around him, but the old guy just raised his head and looked at the gentleman, and hot blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, drop by drop. It fell along the ravine of the old cheek and flowed onto the white robe, rendering it a dazzling color.

At this time, the No. 9 World Tree badge at the end of the queue just opposite Friedrich lit up, "The ultimate of the world is drifting in the long river of destiny. We peeked on both sides, but we did not see Ye Bianzhou so close to us for a moment. "It's so close that you can reach it easily. I'm so unwilling..." The voice was old and majestic, and there seemed to be a shadow of confusion among the flying dust in the hazy beam of light. Friedrich's body stagnated slightly, and when he lowered his head and raised it again The eyes are already flowing with hot lava.

The holographic projection of No. 9 trembled as if the signal reception was unstable. Friedrich swallowed in fear. He knew that this was not due to the equipment, but because the adult on the other side of the world was venting his uncontrollable anger. .

There is a field of electromagnetic disorder around the embryo of a pure-blooded dragon, and the monarchs who make up this organization can also create a similar field around themselves.

This organization, which has existed throughout the entire history of dragon slaying, is not within the secret party system and is even completely under absolute secrecy. It always has only nine seats. Only the owner of one of the seats is killed or overthrown. There will be new people on the scene. Friedrich doesn't know who they are, but he knows that their bloodline is noble enough for the senators to look up to. Those who are known as the dark side kings can even master the elements just by relying on their emotional fluctuations. Turbulence.

Friedrich shuddered quietly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his body that was so old that it was almost dead seemed to contain a fear that could turn the entire salt lake into an iceberg.

"In history, there are always many people who finally gained the world who made small mistakes at the beginning, but those mistakes will be corrected in the end." Friedrich's voice was actually respectful, even though he was the oldest S in the world. One of the super hybrids, he still holds wealth that can almost subvert a country, but he still does not have the qualifications to stand and speak in front of the big shots on both sides of this conference table.

It seems that he can sit here only because of the wishes of the kings. It is such an irrepayable kindness that he, a loyal dog, has the honor to participate in witnessing this feast of carving up the world.

The tone of No. Ⅴ seems to have been processed, and even after so many years of getting along with these people, Friedrich could not tell whether this distinguished big man was a male or a female.

"You are still as ungrateful as you were a hundred years ago, my friend." No. 9 said calmly after a few seconds, but then his seat fell silent, and the holographic projection in the beam turned into scattered photoelectricity and disappeared. The World Tree badge also became dim. He seemed to have left, and seemed unwilling to speak in this meeting again.

"Now, Mr. Lin Fenglong, tell us the progress of your actions in this city. I believe you have seen it. We have to contribute to this cause every year..." No. 1 did not feel the slightest guilt because of the other party's departure. His tone was as frivolous as ever. His upper body was actually unclothed, and his rather majestic pecs and arms were squeezed and exuded with a shiny color. At this time, No. 1 seemed to be unable to remember the time he spent every year. They pretend to be thinking hard about how much money they have earned from their careers.
"Let me think about it, let me think about it..."

"Twenty-three billion U.S. dollars!" No. 21's tone suddenly rose, "Of course I don't care about this small amount of money, but do you know how much we can do with twenty-three billion U.S. dollars?! All of this money is given to the Russians to allow them to launch 150 A sub-fully equipped Topol M intercontinental ballistic missile! You can also rent that Buffett to have lunch with you for two years. Maybe we can get some real information from the mouth of that stock god to see how to crash Wall Street? Or I can buy 10 private islands of square meters in the Maldives and have a party with beautiful girls from Java." His body suddenly leaned forward, and the face with covered facial features suddenly emitted a stunning golden light. Brilliance, a pair of bloody golden eyes, so majestic and proud, he just stared at Friedrich,
"You are not Charon. If you want to go to the new world and share power with us, you have to pay more. My dear friend, Mr. Lin Fenglong, what do you want to say now?"

"I found the traitor, Jung von Herzog." Friedrich's attitude was extremely humble. He smiled, "I killed him and inherited his inheritance. We will If you have a chance to get involved..."

"The throne of the great white emperor."

At the same time, all the World Tree badges on both sides of the conference table became brighter. One after another, broad and majestic phantoms appeared in the light beams falling on the Throne of Thorns like the water moon in the mirror. Nine pairs of magnificent red gold Hitomi also looked at this old traitor of the Lion Heart Society.

Friedrich stood up slowly and opened his arms as if to accept the applause, but everyone just looked at him coldly.

Two beams of light fell from above, the identification system scanned the fingerprints of the old man's hands, and then a high-pitched whistle of gas leakage came from the darkness at the end of the temple.

The alloy pneumatic door with a thickness of fifteen centimeters separated upwards and downwards with the crazy leakage of steam. Every pair of golden eyes lit up in this temple suddenly turned their sights in that direction at this moment, and then the rollers rubbed against the marble floor. There was a rustling sound, and the brass coffin was surrounded by several snake-shaped deadlies that were so huge that they could even touch the dome when they stood upright and came to the side of the conference table.

Everyone saw who the pale man with his arms crossed was in the coffin.

It was an old face, with pale skin as if soaked in water, a straight nose and deep-set eyes, and the facial lines were still as clear as a knife even if he was in a state of death or coma.

If any of the top leaders of the Eight Sheqi Family were here, they would find that their most beloved head was lying quietly in this square coffin at this moment, with his heart stopped beating and his vital signs completely disappeared, even if he had been stored in low-temperature freezing conditions for a long time. At this moment, there were still faint corpse spots on his body surface.

The sound of whispers rang out, and Friedrich suddenly pulled out a pistol from his arms, pointed it at the face of Masamune Tachibana, who was completely dead in the coffin, and shot continuously, and the sound of pops and pops was endless. The adults at the conference table just looked over and didn't even make any unnecessary body movements.

Friedrich asked a deadman to lift up the completely unrecognizable corpse. A huge hole was opened in his face, and all the long-dead brain tissue and nerve fibers inside were completely smashed and destroyed.

"We need evidence to prove that it was indeed him you killed." The person speaking at this moment was No. Ⅲ. He looked at Friedrich silently. Although his face was hazy with a thin mist, Friedrich could still guess How excited this dark sided monarch was at this moment.

Herzog has always been ignored or even despised in their circle. No one wants to associate with a despicable villain. Everyone regards him as a dirty devil, but they have to deny the amazing power this traitor has in Japan. What seductive secrets the power holds.

And he has been hiding it very well. Until not long ago, the organization thought that the people he was sponsoring were actually the head of the eight Sheqi families named Tachibana Masamune and the leader of the fierce ghosts named Wangshou.

"Masamune Tachibana, who is still active in the outside world, is actually a Kagemusha. I used Herzog's own technology to control him...the pons interruption surgery, and the equipment hidden near him every night uses frequencies lower than what the human ear can detect. Go play the clapper sound that can implant certain memories and instructions into him." Lin Fenglong said with a smile, "The real Herzog is dead, and the current Tachibana Masamune is the one I found in the petri dish and is about to be put into use. The finished product, we can order him to do anything, such as letting the Sheqi family completely wage war against the secret party."

There was silence in the temple.

A few seconds later, No. 9 said in a hoarse old voice: "The day of judgment has not come yet, and Cassel College is also a good protective color for us."

"It's up to you," said Friedrich.

"You did a good job on this matter, but why did the Deadpool underground at Genji Heavy Industries lose control?" No. 1 said coldly.

Friedrich was stunned for a moment, "I was about to investigate this matter..."

"No need to investigate, we already know the reason." No. 1 seemed to be playing with something in his hand. Is it a book? Or photos? Friedrich couldn't see clearly, but he only knew that the thing must contain some important information.

"A hairpin, someone used a hairpin to destroy all the equipment you set up around the laboratory and breeding tanks to play banging sounds to suppress Deadpool's activity." No. 1 smiled strangely, "A very clever method... ...The Seven Kingdoms of Alchemy...Space is opening up, Lin Fenglong, you have to move as soon as possible, someone has found your beacon."

(End of this chapter)