Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 105 Half-blood Monarch (please subscribe)

"How about it? I, the alchemist master, carefully crafted the perfect alchemy weapon. In order to refine these two guns, I melted more than half of the entire dragon corpse."

The vice-principal took advantage of Angers' gaze being attracted by the two dragon-scale guns, and quickly took the port wine on the table into his hands.

Then he raised his neck and blew half of the bottle, and his wrinkled face suddenly became satisfied.

"The pure-blooded dragons of the White King's lineage are different. They perfectly match my alchemical matrix. I used the most valuable dragon claws and wings on the dragon corpse, and combined them with the liquid philosopher's stone. Finally, We have completed two of the greatest alchemical weapons in the entire 21st century!"

After half a bottle of red wine, it was obvious that the old cowboy's eyes were gradually gleaming with excitement from the previous turbidity caused by a large amount of alcohol in a short period of time.

The vice-principal has been immersed in alchemy his whole life, and one day he will be able to use the corpses of pure-blooded dragons to refine a weapon that will go down in the history of human dragon-slaying.

Even though his body shape and demeanor are no longer the same as before, he still displays the heroic spirit of a unique alchemist master in the world!

"The final product... really exceeded my expectations." Angers's gentleman-like single-sided glasses reflected the pair of pistols in the box that were flowing like red gold molten flames. The dragon scales inlaid on the gun bodies slowly Opening and closing, it seems like a living creature is breathing.

"According to your request, I added the alchemical matrix of the 'fusion' command to these two guns separately. In this way, it can perfectly accommodate the energy spirit of Jun Yan, load it in the gun and launch it. , how about it, isn’t it awesome?”

With a drunken blush on his face, the vice-principal took another sip of the red wine in his hand, and then spoke with pride.

"It's really awesome." Ange stretched out a hand, gently touched the two white dragon scale guns, and said softly:
"With these two guns, Long Kui's sword should be completely sharpened."

After hearing this, the vice principal couldn't help scratching his head, and then a look of doubt appeared on his face:

"But there's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time. That little monster's word spirit is the king's power that controls gravity. Why did you give him two alchemy weapons that can shoot energy words like Jun Yan?"

"According to the violent aesthetics of this group of lunatics, shouldn't we make a handsome sword, then activate the direct domain coverage of royal power, and chop off the enemy's head with a cold weapon like you do?"

"..." Angers was silent for a while. After a while, he slowly closed the silver-white safe, looked sideways at the vice-principal, and said calmly:
"What if I told you...he doesn't just have one word spirit?"

The vice-principal who was about to take his third sip of wine paused for a moment, then slowly put down the bottle in his hand and moved his gaze to Angers who was sitting on the sofa.

"Are you...kidding me?"

The cowboy's voice became deeper, and his eyes, which were originally hazy due to drunkenness, gradually became sharper.

"No kidding." Angers picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and spoke slowly:
"The day before your son went to find him, Long Kui erupted in an alley with flames that were suspected to be Jun Yan, and directly eliminated a group of living corpses."

"..." After hearing this, the vice-principal paused, then slowly put down the bottle of wine in his hand, and sat back on the shabby bed:
"Man, that joke's not funny at all."

"I'm not joking." Angers responded softly.

The originally lively clock tower fell into silence for an instant. In the narrow space, only the fire was burning charcoal, making the sound of "cracking" sparks.

"Let me say, Ange, have you ever thought that this little monster...may not be a human?" After a long silence, the vice-principal narrowed his eyes.

"You and I both know that a mixed-race can only comprehend one word spirit in his lifetime. Even after the bloodline is refined, the word spirit that is re-mastered is only the upper-level word spirit of the original word spirit.

"For example, Setsuna and Time Zero, Kama Itachi and Vampire Scythe... But Wang Quan, a dangerous word spirit from the lineage of the King of Earth and Mountain, can't compete with Jun Yan, the King of Bronze and Fire. , it’s hard for me to imagine these two dangerous spirits appearing in one person.”

"Do you suspect he is the Dragon King?"

Angers was sitting on the sofa, shaking the red wine glass in his hand slightly. The bright red liquid, as clear as crystal, reflected the old man's calm face, and his clear eyes shimmered, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's not that I doubt... but the fact that one person has two dangerous speech spirits is really shocking." When the vice-principal said this, he kept shaking his head and drinking the port wine he picked up again, muttering incredulously, Incredible words.

"Don't worry about this, I can guarantee that he is not the Dragon King lurking in." Angers took a sip of the red wine bottle in the glass and shook his head slightly.

"If so, it would be too much fun. To be honest, I would only rest assured if you personally brought this little monster here. If anyone else had reported it to the school board of directors, they said that an imperial envoy was preparing to rebel. ." The vice-principal pretended to be sad and said:
"An old hunter who has been hunting hawks all his life is finally blinded by a sparrow. Then you will immediately change from a dragon-slaying hero in the world to a human traitor who colludes with the dragon world."

When Ange heard these words, his pupils hidden behind the lenses did not waver at all. He ignored the other party's somewhat sarcastic remarks and ended the topic calmly:
"The funniest joke in the world is that I...Hilbert Jean Angers will become the leader of the Dragon Clan."

"Indeed, even the craziest psychosis cannot combine the words cooperation between you and the Dragon Clan at the same time." The vice-principal raised the wine bottle in his hand, swaying the little red wine left in it, and made a toast gesture .

Angers slightly raised the goblet in his hand and touched the bottle gently in the air. Then the two of them took a sip of red wine at the same time and put the matter behind them in tacit understanding.

"But although I believe you, the school board and other mixed-race forces are not so easy to fool." The vice principal drank the red wine in the bottle, sighed, shrugged, and then His eyes were focused on Ange, who was still savoring the taste of red wine across from him:

"You asked me to build these two guns. It seems that you are ready to spread his power to the world. I am curious, what reasons can you give to dispel other people's doubts?"

"..." Angers was silent for a while. After a while, he took out a mobile phone from the chest pocket of his suit.

"Let me show you something."

After speaking, Angers clicked on the phone a few times, and finally threw it towards the old cowboy lying on the bed.

"Snapped!"

The other party caught it steadily, and then the slightly tipsy vice-principal squinted his eyes and casually looked at the screen of his mobile phone.

At first, the old cowboy's eyes were a little unconcerned, but later on, his expression gradually became serious. Finally, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly sat up straight.

"This...where did you get this information?"

The vice-principal stared at Angers sitting on the sofa with his wide eyes. "This is my biggest gain in Japan in three months." Angers replied calmly.

"Hell, I thought you were in Japan just to hang out with those obedient Yamato Nadeshiko."

The vice principal carefully held the phone in his hand and sat on the edge of the bed again.

"Yamato Nadeshiko didn't make the date, but we found out a lot of secrets about the descendants of the White King." Angers ignored his old friend's habit of saying bad things when he was excited, nodded, and said in a gesture:

"How about this? Is this information enough to serve as an introduction?"

"Enough is enough, but..." The vice-principal looked at the information in his hand, with a trace of hesitation on his face.

"But what?" Angers asked.

"You directly exposed the White King Bloodline's biggest trump card. Why don't Japan just come after you?"

"Just them?" Angers looked at him with disdain, and then said indifferently:

"Don't worry about the Sheqi family at all. In my opinion, they are just a group of withered bones in a tomb on top of Jinshan Mountain. They have so much power but don't know how to use it. It's a waste of their blood."

"Indeed." The vice principal nodded in agreement:
"I didn't know why you looked down on a relatively large mixed-race force before, but today I feel the same way."

After speaking, he narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and continued slowly:

"Both of us know that those people in Japan are descendants of the White King, but I really didn't know that they had the ability to break through the critical blood limit."

Angers couldn't help but nodded when he heard this:

"We all know that no matter how pure the blood of a hybrid is, in the end the proportion of dragon blood will not exceed 50%. Once it exceeds this blood line, no matter how outstanding the hybrid was during his lifetime, he can only go to court. He slid down the dark, traceless abyss on one side."

"It's not like someone forced the bloodline to rise above 50%." The vice-principal took over Angers' topic and continued to state calmly:

"But no matter what method is used, there is only one final result..."

"That is to become a deadpool who has no sense and only knows bloodlust. This is an iron-blooded law." Angers added the last sentence.

Then the 130-year-old man raised his head and emptied the red wine in the glass, put down the wine glass in his hand, and tapped his thumb lightly on the wooden table:

"But now this law has been broken in the face of facts."

"Over in Japan...there are monsters whose critical health limit exceeds 50%, but they are still human."

The vice-principal dropped the empty bottle in his hand, leaned his head against the bed wall behind him, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"So... you're going to use this monster as a hook to push your proud disciple to the entire mixed-race world openly?"

Angers nodded slowly and gave the answer in silence.

"Hiss... wait a minute, if I read this information correctly... the guy known as the 'Emperor' is not dead yet, right? Are you sure this kind of monster can tolerate you exposing his secrets?" The vice-principal scratched his head. .

"He won't care." Ange said softly, reflecting the burning fire in his unruffled pupils:

"That guy's social identity is dead. He couldn't even hide from me. How could he come to me in person to settle the score? Besides..."

The old man dressed like a ramen chef appeared in his mind, and he smiled lightly:
"He should be eager to see the jokes made by the Sheqi family now, right?"

The vice-principal tilted his head. He didn't understand what the other party meant.

"How is it? How feasible is this plan?" Angers asked calmly, ignoring the other party's confused look.

"It's quite high. As long as we don't provoke an 'Emperor' whose critical blood limit exceeds 50% to pursue him desperately, safety issues should be guaranteed, but I still want to confirm with you."

The vice-principal nodded in affirmation at first, and then couldn't help but ask:
"Are you sure... there is no new 'Emperor' born in Japan now?"

Angers couldn't help being stunned by this question, then frowned slightly and said with some uncertainty:
"Probably...no...that guy told me that he is the last 'Emperor'."

"OK, then I have no problem." The vice principal shrugged.

Then the old cowboy took out a bottle of red wine from under the bed, bit open the wooden cork with his teeth, and said while biting:
"But I'm curious, how do you plan to launch that little monster under your command?"

"The 'Emperor' who can break through the critical blood limit only has extraordinary strength and body of a hybrid. There is no evidence to prove that they can possess multiple dangerous speaking spirits."

Angers turned his eyes away from the vice-principal who looked like a squirrel gnawing on winter pine cones. He ignored the other person's face that was nearly twisted into a ball of twists. He turned to look at the bright full moon outside the window and said quietly softly:
"The 'Emperor', who is descended from the White King, not only has the talent to break through the critical bloodline, but also has a power that is comparable to the next generation without a title. So what kind of power will our 'Emperor', who is descended from the Black King, have? "

After hearing these words, the old cowboy suddenly stopped chewing on the cork, slowly sat up straight, his face gradually became calmer, and an inexplicable look passed through his eyes when he looked at Ange. Micro light.

He had almost guessed what the other party wanted to say.

Angers slowly turned his head and looked at the vice-principal who was sitting on the bed like a sloth bear. A peaceful smile appeared on his face:

"Long Kui is the 'Emperor' of the Black King bloodline that we are about to launch. He can kill the next generation alone and also possesses a variety of spiritual powers..."

"Hybrid Monarch."

(End of this chapter)