Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Peninsula Hotel Tokyo.

It was already very late at night when Lu Mingfei returned here. Outside the elevator door of the top-floor presidential suite, there was still a spirited girl with a slim waist and long legs, wearing a high-slit cheongsam with her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head, waiting for the distinguished guest with a smile on her face.

When he stepped out of the VIP elevator, the girls put their hands on their knees, bowed deeply and said "Welcome back" in fluent and soft Chinese.

These girls were obviously carefully selected. They had slim waists, long legs and pretty faces. They were totally different from the traditional Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko girls. When they looked at Lu Mingfei, they all had rosy faces and charming eyes.

But the man just passed by them in silence, with his black coat draped over his shoulders and a half-lit cigarette in his mouth.

His black hair was wet, and a thin layer of frost immediately formed on it as he walked outside in Tokyo late at night. His long, curved eyelashes were also covered with thick white frost.

The tall girl who was waiting by the open sandalwood door at the end of the corridor trotted over to greet him. She probably wanted to take the coat that was slightly soaked by the melted snow from Lu Mingfei's hands, but she slowly stopped when she took a few steps closer to the man.

The girls who can work on this floor have all received rigorous training. Even the Peninsula Hotel Tokyo needs a long time to train such employees. Therefore, the staff providing services to Lu Mingfei and his friends have hardly changed since they moved in here.

After spending such a long time together, the girls have also figured out the personality of their distinguished guest.

The elegant Mr. Gattuso is a nobleman with a brilliant family background like Prince Charlemagne. He always treats them politely and is not stingy with his tips.

Mr. Chu from China is a gentlemanly, monk-like figure. The girls here are carefully selected, and their looks are amazing even in the streets of Tokyo where there are so many beauties and stars. Other guests who spend a lot of money to stay in the presidential suite will always wantonly sweep their slender waists with aggressive eyes, and some middle-aged men will even have physical contact with them intentionally or unintentionally. But Mr. Chu never does this. On the contrary, the handsome young man who makes people's hearts ripple always ignores or even ignores them, as if the people lining the streets to welcome them are not some beautiful girl group, but a group of 70-year-old toothless mamas.

But then again, Mr. Chu was not interested in them, but he would always notice that some girls seemed to be unwell, and would always be considerate enough to let these girls go to the next room to rest for a while when the manager was not around.

Lu Mingfei, who is also from China, is like those strangers you meet by chance at a meeting who seem familiar. He greets you gently, asks about your situation kindly, and asks about your well-being, but you can just feel that distant sense of alienation, as if even if you stand together or even walk hand in hand down a long street, you still have to separate at the end of the street. There will be no goodbyes when you separate, and he won't even turn his head back.

But today, Lu Mingfei seemed more alienated than ever before. He stretched out his hand to refuse the girl's move to take his coat to iron it, and strode into the presidential suite. The sandalwood door slowly closed behind the tall and thin figure.

The girls were all a little at a loss, when a tall woman with a slender waist walked out from the shadow in the corner.

She was tall and cold, wearing a high-slit cheongsam of the same style but more finely crafted. Her long, smooth black hair was tied behind her head with a hairpin, her eyebrows were dotted with cinnabar, and her lips were as red as cinnabar.

She is clearly a middle-aged woman in her forties, but she is still so cool and charming that it makes people's eyes light up.

The girls all bowed slightly to her, but the woman just waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to go through so much formalities.

On her chest hung a tag that read "hotel manager" with her name on it.

Akiko Morikami.

——The room was silent, the only sounds that could be heard were the hum of the heating system and the sharp howl of the blizzard-filled wind whistling between the city buildings outside the window.

Someone was already waiting for him.

Ange slowly raised his pair of iron-gray eyes, which were unique to Aryans, from the shadows. This old man, who was so tall and straight that he didn't look like a 130-year-old, was wearing an ochre hunting suit with red-lined edges. The texture of the suit was as hard as cardboard.

On his chest was pinned the dazzling and flamboyant emblem of the first generation of the Lionheart Society, and his expensive custom-made leather shoes were splattered with mud. The folding knife forged with the fragments of Menek Cassel's Atkan long sword, which could even kill the Dragon King, was placed horizontally on the table, and the blade flashed with a faint cold light.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt dazed. Past memories flipped through his mind like the cover pages of a diary blown by the wind. A page that had almost turned yellow and had curled edges stopped firmly on it.

It was a collection of many images. Each image was paused under the light-transmitting atrium, and in each frame, Angers sat in the hazy light column and teased the red squirrels that can be seen in Illinois from spring to winter.

There is always a framed black-and-white photo in the display cabinet in the president's office of Kassel College.

That is the only photo left by the first generation of the Lionheart Society in 1899.

In the photo frame, seven people were laughing and joking with their shoulders hooked in front of the gate of Munich University, with summer vines hanging down and falling on their heads. Gui was wearing a white sun hat, and Cigarette Ash was smoking a cigar. Menek was pulling Lu Shanyan's braids, the chief and Tiger were holding two hunting rifles, and Angers was standing side by side with a man in the corner. Lu Mingfei remembered that he was a handsome young man, wearing a straight white hunting suit and a pair of flying eyebrows like swords.

His name is Friedrich von Long. In the first generation of the Lionheart Society, Friedrich was Angers' true friend.

Angers' outfit today is exactly the same as when he was young in that photo. The only difference is that Angers now is silent and dignified, while Angers in the photo is a passionate young man.

Lu Mingfei sat down opposite the principal. The lust in his sleeves slipped out and he slapped it on the table. He picked up the bone china cup of steaming black tea and took a sip, letting out a low sigh of admiration.

"Isn't it great? I had them find this pot of tea in my office in Illinois and then send it to Japan through customs." Angers smiled.

"I saw Eri off from the port of Sapporo, and also saw Xia Mi and Constantine off." Lu Mingfei held the warm tea, but his whole body was slightly cool.

"I know." Angé stood up, turned his back to Lu Mingfei, and looked out at Tokyo in the snow from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Although the whole city was immersed in a magnificent snowstorm, it was still as brilliant as a candle-lit Buddhist temple, dimly emitting an unreal and beautiful glow. The brightly lit buildings standing in the snow curtain reminded people of huge stone tablets inlaid with gems. The city looked as grand as the kingdom of God imagined by ancient humans, but it seemed to be even more glorious.

The gods of ancient times could not have imagined how far people today would develop civilization, right? "Ming Fei, although you have a high authority in the system, don't forget that I am the ultimate responsible person for EVA." Angers' eyebrows were knitted together, making his face look quiet and slightly ferocious.

He sighed imperceptibly: "You should know what this means. Our chances of winning will be greatly reduced."

Lu Mingfei continued to drink the cup of black tea quietly: "Principal, you already know that we are not the same kind of people. I will not let them fall into danger."

Anyone who knows Ange's past knows what kind of fire is burning in this old guy's heart. In order to take revenge on the dragons and humans who were involved in that incident, he is even willing to sacrifice everything.

In everyone's eyes, Xia Mi is a soft and adorable little junior sister with A-grade bloodline, excellent grades and a promising future. But in the principal's eyes, she is Jörmungandr, the Dragon King Jörmungandr who stands on the side of humans.

The same goes for Eri. In Lu Mingfei's eyes, she is a little tail that cannot be separated from him. Although her bloodline has been stabilized with the help of the Golden Holy Serum, no one knows what will happen if Eri uses the Word Spirit.

However, even in the world of dragons, the holy word of judgment is exclusive to the god of death. It is an ability that is qualified to pose a fatal threat to the first generation and can play a crucial role even on the battlefield of gods.

Perhaps there is no difference between Eri in Ange's eyes and in the eyes of the Yagi Hachika family. Both are forbidden weapons and demons that can compete with God.

Constantine, whose power was even stronger than Norton, was still a monarch above all the princes, even though he had lost his authority. If such a character could stand shoulder to shoulder with Ange, it would undoubtedly give them a greater chance of winning the final victory. But Lu Mingfei did not forget his promise to Old Tang. The man with the heart of a dragon collapsed in his arms, his chest cut open by a sharp sword, and his heart and internal organs were all destroyed.

But until he died, he was still asking Lu Mingfei, "Do you still like that girl named Chen Wenwen? I don't think you two are a good match. There will be no good results for a bad guy and an artistic young woman."

When he said this, Lu Mingfei felt like the sky was falling. There were not many people in this world who had shared a tragic fate with him, and at that time, another person died in his arms.

In the end, Old Tang said that Constantine is a good boy and he will listen to you. I have taken away everything from that child and you can just take care of him as your brother, okay?

After saying these words, Old Tang tightly grasped Lu Mingfei's wrist. His pale face showed no trace of sadness or joy. His equally pale lips were pursed, and his teeth were nearly broken by biting.

It was not until Lu Mingfei nodded gently that he slowly closed his eyes. All the flesh and blood in his body flew away like a swirling mist in the rain, leaving only a bronze skeleton.

"Didn't we already know that the attack you and Constantine suffered on the day they arrived in Tokyo was not aimed at you, the principal? There must be some big monster hiding behind it, trying to eat up the returning Supremes..." Lu Mingfei said softly.

"The remains of the White King, Constantine who has lost his power but is still a first-generation species, and Xia Mi who has not yet hatched the dragon body of the King of Earth and Mountains... Oh, and you, Principal, the agent of the authority of the King of Sky and Wind." He smiled softly, "What kind of disaster would it be if a dragon king or something else who has been planning for a long time gets all these powers? The doomsday recorded by the Mayans will come two years earlier, starting from Japan and spreading to all directions. The majesty of the dragon clan will set off a frenzy of conquest with the new Takama-ga-hara as the core, starting with the countries along the Pacific coast, the United States, the Korean Peninsula, China, Australia..."

It was a brilliant yet desperate future, where everyone would become lowly slaves, with no hope and nothing.

The 300-meter-wide sacred road once again connected the Eurasian continent and the North American continent. The ice cap in the far north was overturned and towering copper pillars stood up, with the new emperor's achievements written in ancient dragon script on the pillars.

That achievement is...

Relive the age of dragons.

Angé sat back down opposite Lu Mingfei. He pushed a photo across the table towards Lu Mingfei and at the same time picked up the bronze box from his feet and placed it in front of Lu Mingfei.

Even the craziest dragon slayer would not carry an ominous weapon like the Seven Deadly Sins with him. Lu Mingfei had kept them in the hotel, and Chu Zihang was the temporary custodian of these swords.

But apparently the principal took over that responsibility today.

The photo has extremely high pixels, and it shows seven coffins placed in the ice storage. Each coffin is forged with a hard alloy, and the four corners are locked with huge black iron chains biting into the granite ground. At the front of the coffin stands a huge silver cross, and each end of the cross is sharp, clearly a broadsword with a blade.

It was like some solemn, wild and bizarre ritual. The monks serving God tied the coffin with iron chains to prevent the things inside from sneaking out, and behind the cross formed by broadswords stood the Vajra who was guarding with his eyes lowered to slay demons and monsters. If the iron chains and the coffin were ineffective, the Vajra would use swords to send the evil spirits back to hell.

"Chu Zihang has accepted the Ladon Plan of the academy and is undergoing the final running-in training. Caesar is taking over the Gattuso family's armaments in Tokyo from Frost. The war machine of the academy has begun to operate. Everyone is very busy except for me, an old man. So it is me who is here instead of them." Angers said.

"The corpses in the coffins in the photos are from the Shiraha Tengu Shrine of the Snake Eight Clan. Our stormtroopers raided the place, subdued all the priests, and then found these still usable ones from the tombs of the successive patriarchs."

"What do you mean it can still be used?" Lu Mingfei was very curious.

He had heard a little about the plan that his senior brother had accepted, but he didn't expect it to be used on Chu Zihang.

"The bloodlines of these eight people were all above the critical bloodline, but the blood of the White King prevented them from falling. In a sense, they are human-shaped dragons." Ange explained, "The oldest one can be traced back to 700 years ago, and the most recent one is 200 years ago. But even after such a long time, their bodies have not decayed, and they even seem to still have some kind of activity... When we opened the coffins, we found that they had white silk similar to that of pure-blooded dragons when they hatched, extending from various parts of their bodies, especially from their navels. All of them were stuck to the inner wall of the coffin, like the beaks of some marine animals."

Lu Mingfei shuddered quietly.

A corpse that has been dead for a thousand years but still seems to have the possibility of resurrection is like a real... devil.

"Even we want to keep these corpses for research. I believe that the monster wandering in the Red Devil River will find it difficult to resist the temptation. Since you are back, the action will start the day after tomorrow." Ange knocked on the table. "In fact, think about it, maybe your choice to send them away is correct. Jörmungandr's Xia Mi is just a juvenile dragon king, and Constantine is not even a juvenile now. If they really go to the god-level battlefield, they may not be able to play any role."

"Don't worry, Principal, I'm here." Lu Mingfei whispered, he slowly raised his head, the red-gold fireworks in his eyes slowly burned like the fire seeping out of the cracks. (End of this chapter)