Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"What kind of power could keep God where he is and let him be killed by divine punishment?" The girl, still wearing her Eton uniform, stood on tiptoe and looked beyond the distant mountains.

Her facial features were extremely delicate. Even Lu Mingfei could only sigh that perhaps only Junior Sister and the Princess could stand a chance against this girl.

Nowadays, the social atmosphere is open, and even girls from old aristocratic schools like Eton College have begun to embark on the road of internationalization. They draw their eyebrows and paint their hair at a young age, and look graceful. Walking along the bank of the Thames and looking at Windsor Palace in the distance, the girls are always dressed in fragrant clothes and have affectionate eyes.

But this girl was clean and tidy, her pupils were as clear and bright as emeralds, her eyebrows were not slender but very spiritual, and her long hair was tied into a round bun on top of her head.

She stood in the rare sunshine of November in Illinois, leaning against the carved railings of Odin Plaza, the highest point in the entire college, with dark red granite under her feet and a layer of shiny marble tiles.

The wind swayed the redwoods and beech trees all over the mountain, like waves in an ocean of red and dark green. The girl also stood in the wind, her dark green hairband fluttering in the wind, her school uniform clinging to her waist and chest. Although she still looked like a child, she had grown into a graceful young lady, as charming as an iris swaying in the wind.

The old butler, wearing white gloves and a black tuxedo, stood two steps behind the child with his eyelids lowered respectfully. Another rather bloated shadow was cast by the sunlight at his feet.

"Even if I were given a year, thousands of tons of mercury, unlimited alchemical materials, and hundreds of years of Flamel's knowledge, it would not be enough to create an alchemical matrix that could seal the first generation."

The fat and plump old man stood beside Charlotte Gottingen with his hands on his hips, his eyes reflecting the sunset and the turbulent flow of elements blooming like black poppies in the wilderness far away under the sunset.

"As the heir of this generation, my mind is filled with the most complete relevant knowledge in the world... I think the Gottingen family, which has a long tradition of alchemy, is similar to me, right?" The vice-president said this with a domineering attitude, as if no one else could do it better than him, even though he was actually explaining something he could not do.

The childish Miss Charlotte wrinkled her pretty nose, and out of courtesy did not ask the teacher Flamel who should be respected in the mixed-blood society to put away the low-quality red wine in his hand.

From the perspective of the college, it is actually somewhat difficult to understand why the vice-president can still stand on the Odin Square, which represents honor, with such a calm and even complacent expression.

In fact, the administrator of the Night Watch forum had banned everyone a few hours ago, and all posts within the past forty-eight hours had been deleted by EVA.

Considering that the old vice-president stole Angers' private plane and sneaked back to Kassel College at the beginning of the Tokyo War, his behavior is obviously understandable.

Even a thick-skinned vice-president had to succumb to the students' verbal attacks, and then cunningly closed the forum where these traitors, who he described as "lack of vision" and "no respect for teachers at all", expressed their opinions.

"In essence, alchemy from the dragon race is similar to our science. Both are means of exploring the truth of the world." Charlotte whispered.
"But unlike science, the hybrids' search for the truth through alchemy is actually to discover the path that the ancient dragons have already taken. The seven alchemy kingdoms known to us so far all come from the kings before the era of co-rule of kings. The Black Emperor Nidhogg and the Bronze and Fire King Norton laid the foundation for alchemy... The knowledge of the Gottingen family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the inheritance of Mentor Flamel has also been passed down for thousands of years. However, alchemy is still a mountain in front of us. We can only look up at the huge shadow at the foot of this mountain."

Compared to dragons that can live for thousands of years, humans are such tiny creatures.

A thousand years is enough for the change of several dynasties, and from the Tang and Song dynasties to the modern times it is only a thousand years.

But for a king who has always been active in the shadow of human history, a thousand years may just be a blink of an eye.

The alchemical knowledge that the Gottingen family and Mentor Flamel were proud of might seem as ridiculous as a child's toy in front of Odin.

They might be able to create a defensive alchemical matrix that could even resist the attacks of the first generation, but it would be impossible for them to develop an alchemical matrix that could restrict the actions of king-level dragons in a short period of time.

"You're still as smart as ever." The vice-president blew the red wine into the bottle, then wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand and patted his beer belly until it made a loud noise.

Fortunately, this guy was only wearing a deformed denim jacket and jeans with holes all over them. The weird POLO shirt that looked like a country leader was stained with colorful things, which might be the residue of the previous meal. There was also some indescribable smell wafting silently from this blessed old mule, so it didn't matter if he got some inexplicable liquid on his body.

In comparison, even the old butler of the Gottingen family looked more like a superior person in the mixed-blood society than the night watchman.

However, Charlotte knew very well that Professor Flamel was actually a bohemian big shot. This bastard who looked like a wretched old pervert was not only the vice-president of the academy, but also held a crucial vote in the board of directors, and had benefited most of the mixed-blood world.

More than half of the mixed-race people in the world owe favors to this old guy. If he is willing, he can immediately get more than tens of billions of dollars in cash flow from his supporters. It is even possible for him to go to some uncivilized small country and help the people there return to feudal society.

It is said that the first Flamel was a copyist in Paris. He was the second ruthless person in human history who possessed the Word Spirit. Judgment. He copied books for others during the day and slayed dragons and servants in Paris at night. It was this ruthless person who recreated ancient alchemy from lost materials and suddenly became the master of alchemy.

He joined the Secret Party in the early 15th century and had the hope of becoming the leader of the Secret Party at that time, but he missed the opportunity because of his special and transcendent identity. Each generation of Flamel would pass this name to his most respected students, and each Flamel's knowledge was more magnificent than the previous Flamel. In other words, the Night Watchman, who had a head full of classical pornographic discs from the s, might actually be the person with the highest level of alchemy in human history.

The Gottingen family, who holds a seat on the school board, is also the patriarch of alchemy, but they also admit that Teacher Flamel's knowledge of alchemy theory is superior to theirs. As the inheritor of this generation of Gottingen, Charlotte is the only one who has the hope of surpassing the Night Watcher at some point in her life, but she is too young.

Knowledge always increases with age, and Charlotte has not had time to accumulate it.

The shrieking sound of air raid sirens was resounding throughout the entire campus of Kassel College. Dozens of kilometers away, above the huge elemental turbulence, a blazing fireball with a long, narrow tail was falling from higher up in the stratosphere.

A few minutes ago, the signal source in Tokyo had transmitted Caesar Gattuso's order to the Sky Patrol satellite in low-Earth orbit. The six Swords of Damocles in the sword slots were pushed out of the cabin by the mechanical system. The initial acceleration pushed them into the atmosphere, and then the gravity of the earth carried the tungsten rods to the far suburbs of Chicago.

Farther away in the city of Chicago, smoke and dazzling flames rose up into the sky in a steep trajectory, and like moths to a flame, they fearlessly crashed into the fireball falling from the sky.

The American air defense system had already sensed the impending danger when the Sword of Scourge entered the stratosphere. Hundreds of Patriot missiles cruised in the air at high speed like a swarm of bees with tail flames. In every cellar in the corner of the city, a dense Phalanx system with rapidly rotating gun muzzles rose up.

But the hot, high-density metal rod had already decomposed during the fall, and the semi-melted metal fragments formed a dense striking net.

The Sword of Damocles was still in the air, but the breath of death had already enveloped an area of ​​several square kilometers. A huge arc of flames appeared below the fireball. From a distance, it looked like a planet falling from the universe, roaring towards the earth.

The first Patriot missile finally exploded on the surface of the arc of fire, accompanied by an earth-shaking roar. At the same time, a high-pitched chant came from dozens of kilometers away, carrying terrifying sound waves that shook the redwoods and beech trees all over the mountain.

That is the Word Spirit, Rhine, maintained in the Sword of Damocles by a powerful alchemical matrix.

Then a second voice began to chant the same words, followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth, and so on to a sixth!
The ancient dragon script was chanted by the crumbling alchemical matrix, and this miraculous voice echoed throughout the sky of Chicago!

"I'm very curious about how you managed to trap that god in place." Charlotte looked at the Night Watchman. The Sword of Retribution, with the fierce light falling from the Rhine Realm, was like a super nuclear bomb with a huge equivalent exploding in the air. There were rivers of red gold flowing in the girl's dark green eyes.

"It took the Flamel family and the Gottingen family a hundred years to finally be able to imprint the Word Spirit into the alchemical matrix." The vice-president glanced at Charlotte calmly, "This technology is our secret. Even the school board doesn't know... except perhaps Ange and Frost."

"The Divine Punishment System relies on this technology to brand the Rhine." Charlotte said softly.

According to the records of the secret party, the Rhine spirit was only used twice. The first time was in Tunguska in the early 20th century. The user and the results were unknown. The effect was a high-inflammability and high-explosive reaction of the core and a shock wave effect similar to a nuclear bomb explosion. Hundreds of hectares of forest land fell, and the light emitted could be seen as far as the Rhine River. The second time was the Summer Mourning incident. Menek Cassel used this spirit to kill a dragon king and destroyed his dragon bone cross. The price was that the man who was expected to lead the hybrids to end the dragon era disappeared.

But there are others who possess this word spirit.

The poor people with Rhine branded in their souls may not know their specialness in their whole lives, and they may even think they have no words until they die. But Frost spent a long time searching the world for those half-bloods whose bloodlines were almost corrupted, recorded their last chants before death into the Heavenly Punishment System, and created this weapon that can only kill the Dragon King.

"The good news is that we went to Japan not long ago and found the legacy left to us by the White King in that country." The night watchman took a sip of wine, with an imperceptible sadness flashing in his eyes.

"What legacy?" asked Charlotte.

Nowadays, it is no longer a secret among the secret party that the Japanese mixed-race people are descendants of the White King.

In contrast, Charlotte was more interested in the legacy left by the Supreme Being to future generations.

"A super hybrid." The vice-principal said softly.

"Yuan Zhisheng?"

"No, his younger brother, Minamoto no Chijo."

Charlotte was silent.

The information about Ruri Kazama had already been presented at the meeting table of the school board. The young man's strength and brutality impressed the school board members.

"When he was sending a Japanese girl named Sakurai Kogure to the asylum of Lord Snowdon in England, his movements were captured by EVA, and we reached a cooperation outside Japan." The Night Watchman stared at the falling Sword of Retribution, the firelight reflected on his cheeks, and there was no expression on his weathered face. It could even be said that he was as hard as a rock.

"I'm curious……"

"Even a bastard like me has his own bottom line, so please forgive me for not being able to tell the Gaotingen family about the content of this cooperation. Anyway, I got the only word spirit from that child that has the chance to restrict the Dragon King's actions. That word spirit is the key to this assassination." The vice-president exhaled deeply with a strong smell of alcohol.
"That word spirit is..."

"Dream tapir."
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God and Frost stood quietly in the wilderness.

In the turbulence of elements, even the rainstorm was illuminated by the Word Spirit Rhine falling from the sky. Frost raised his face as if he was still glaring at the gods, and the rain like streams flowed down his hard facial bones.

And the flames around the god were extinguished.

replaced by……

water.

An invisible water wall with nine tiny elemental tides like dragons and snakes swimming quietly on it.

The surface of the golden Nightmare Tapir Realm rippled slightly, steadily and miraculously suppressing Odin and Frost at the same time.

This powerful realm is directly driven by Norton's bones. The supreme spiritual elements reappear in the world from the eternal history. The majesty of the White King looms down from the sky, and even the gods have to give up their dignity in front of the more ancient gods.

Suddenly, a golden glow seeped out from Odin's armor.

Frost's fingers also trembled slightly.

Then, a fierce light like lava exploded, and the nightmare tapir's territory and the bronze box were blown to pieces!

The god opened his eyes again, and he looked down angrily at Frost who had also awakened. Sleipnir roared angrily as well.

But Frost suddenly pulled out his crutch!
That's not a cane!
But it's the narrow fencing!
The old man who had just burst into blood didn't even want to say anything. He just roared loudly with crazy fire burning in his eyes!
Another violent realm enveloped Frost and Odin.

That is what this old man really relies on, the final product of the Word Spirit. Gel after many evolutions, the Word Spirit. Eye of the Wind King!

The strong wind in the field completely enveloped the battlefield with huge noise and golden torrents.

But Odin didn't even dodge. All the strong winds fell on him like thousands of arrows piercing his heart, but only a loud metallic roar was heard.

The god reached out and grasped the sword, which instantly shattered into pieces.

He then reached out and patted Frost's shoulder, and the old man with powerful bloodline turned into a ball of blood mist that bloomed in the air, like a blooming flower.

Sleipnir passed through the blood mist, and the holy spear of fate, Kungunir, picked up the bones of Norton scattered on the ground.

Hot flames spewed out of the god's mouth and he seemed to be sighing.

At this moment, the domain of the Wind King's Eye collapsed, and the god suddenly realized what he had overlooked.

He heard the whistling sound from the sky and the high-pitched chanting that was almost at hand. Odin subconsciously looked up, and the dense fire meteors with the power of the Rhine enveloped the god in the next second.

For a moment, the world seemed to be silent. All the chanting sounds disappeared. The turbulent flow of elements pierced by the divine punishment stagnated in mid-air and then collapsed with a loud bang.

Then a huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and the shock wave overturned all the surrounding trees.

The impact will reach Chicago in a few minutes.

Within three hours the head of NASA will hold a press conference to announce that Chicago has been hit by a meteorite.

In Odin Square, the night watchmen raised their bottles towards the mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

"Cheers to the old times," he said.

2010, April 11.

Frost Gattuso, died. (End of this chapter)