President of the Student Union of Cassel College, heir to the Gattuso family, and a domineering noble son: Caesar Gattuso once publicly delivered a student union welcome speech at the Amber Hall, saying that "the real elite will always be ignored by the world."

Seen as lunatics." "The secular world cannot tolerate the elites because they are stupid." "We are the lunatics that the secular world cannot tolerate."

Zhao Langjun has seen many maverick lunatics - most of the mixed-race species are lunatics - but he has never seen one so completely crazy. Paranoia is written from head to toe, and the hair that wets his black hair reflects the candle.

The muddy black blood of light is his embodied madness. It is a madness that cannot be communicated or negotiated.

If you insist on describing the other person's state, people can't help but think of a child who had his toy taken away. He ran towards you in anger and slapped your thigh with his hand. This metaphor is not to focus on the pity of the child who had his toy taken away.

And harmless slapping, the real point is that if someone gives the angry child a sharp knife at the right time, then the child will definitely insert the knife into your thigh without hesitation.

Because that is the most primitive madness. Like a liger, a ferocious beast that bites its fur after being enraged, a crocodile that bites its prey and then rolls endlessly, a silverback that knocks down the enemy and shakes the ground with a heavy hammer - no price will be tolerated.

. Even if they encounter life-threatening craziness in the process, just like a snapping turtle will not let go even if you chop off its head after biting you.

Even the most common animals and beasts have this kind of ferocity. What kind of state will dragons, which have always been called violent, show when they arouse primitive emotions?

Zhao Langjun felt that the answer was right in front of him, and he had no doubts, because the pair of dazzling red golden eyes dripping with blood left such a deep impression on him. It was this kind of eyes, violent and crazy, that should appear in the eyes of pure-blooded dragons.

Under the ferocious iron face is not a human being, because it represents the pure and blazing "will to kill" of the dragon clan.

So the feeling of contradiction naturally arises again.

Why didn't the other party attack? The moment he stepped into this conference room, the other party should have brought about the most brutal fighting at all costs, and covered every wall of the space with thick blood... This kind of thing even dragons should be in awe of

Doesn't the 'will to kill' mean that the owner has completely fallen into the vortex of chasing death and blood in spirit and thinking? Why can he still sit at the opposite table and look at himself?

The moment he entered, the door of the conference room moved without any wind. It closed with a bang, but the wind it brought did not chase the candlelight in the cup of wax. The inside and outside world were isolated in the roar, and there was a sound.

It gives the illusion that the knife has cut the thread.

"what are you'?"

Zhao Langjun looked at the 'person' opposite and naturally asked this question softly. Based on what he had seen and heard, he could almost conclude that the other person could not be a normal hybrid, because even the most dangerous Deadpool he had hunted in the past did not have this.

A feeling of terror that makes people tingle all over.

So the thunderous offensive he was supposed to launch was pressed, and he chose to watch and observe.

Because he had never seen such a twisted and weird thing, he was unable to evaluate his threat for a while.

A bloody weapon was placed on the conference table. Zhao Langjun took a look and saw that it was a kitchen knife, but it had been re-sealed with blood and mud. There was a pink object remaining on the blade. The knife was killed from the bottom of the building.

There is actually no curled blade here on the 21st floor. This is not impossible, because paper can cut a person's throat without tearing it, and the same can be said for a harder metal blade. As long as the person wielding it is fast enough, it is incredible.

Very fast.

Is this his speaking spirit? Zhao Langjun thought to himself.

It was the same when he entered the conference room just now. He could barely see the other party's movements, and the screen flickered like a broken frame.

It's really a terrifying speed. But it shouldn't threaten him. After all, as long as the opponent still belongs to the category of "human", he is invincible.

"...Things, where are they?"

The 'thing' across the table spoke, and Zhao Langjun heard it clearly. The smooth and smooth male voice was full of rationality that he thought he should never have. How could a monster in this state have rationality? But this is indeed the case.

, the other party is not in a hurry to provoke a fight, but focuses on getting what he wants.

"You." Zhao Langjun opened his mouth and wanted to question the other person's identity again, but he did not spit out any syllables because he felt a strong and strong Qi locked on him. It was not some mysterious 'murderous Qi', Qi Qi

The real source of this is the other person's golden eyes. That look allows him to read the other person's thoughts.

If his next sentence does not constitute an effective question and answer, then a fight will begin without leaving any room until one party is completely dead. It is simply like the branch options in an RPG game. If you choose the wrong one, the dialogue will end directly and enter the battle without any

room for maneuver.

"The thing is indeed with me, that document, you are looking for it. The woman on the phone just now, she is your companion, are you looking like this because she is dead?" Zhao Langjun was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head slowly.

asked slowly.

He wanted to chat for a while.

"Solomon Temple Meeting. The name behind you." The other party turned his head slightly, not as a sign of action, but for some reason he glanced at the left side of the conference table, the entire floor-to-ceiling window that replaced the wall to their left.

, outside is a steel jungle irrigated by black rain.

"It seems that you know a lot. Are you a secret party or an orthodox person? Judging from your accent, you should be a local." Zhao Langjun looked at this 'person' overlooking the city, and saw through the candlelight from the thick blood cover

The other party should be a boy, but the appearance and age of such a crazy and terrifying 'thing' are almost the most useless jokes.

His question was not answered. The boy just stayed quiet for a few seconds and then asked, "The 'Utero' plan, each candidate in that document, how did you determine that they have the 'qualifications'."

"You know this kind of question is destined to have no answer."

"You should know the name 'Lin Xian'." The boy, Lin Nian, said, "Don't waste my patience, bastard."

“If your enemy is hungry, give him something to eat; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. For by doing this you are heaping coals of fire on his head. Do not overpower him with evil, but with good.

Victory over evil.”

Zhao Langjun suddenly recited these words for no reason.

It was a beautiful poem-like sentence in the Bible. His poetic voice echoed in the conference room. Under the candlelight of the cup, his recitation seemed somewhat divine, like a hymn in a chapel.

Lin Nian suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look out the window.

The rainy night outside seems to be getting more intense. The wind howls wildly and rushes toward the black city. The heavy rain twists like waves in the wind, hitting the high-rise buildings one after another. The tallest twin towers sway slightly amid everything.

Suddenly, the aviation obstruction lights on high-rise buildings were swallowed up by the black waves.

The whole city was silent with only the sound of wind and rain, as if dead, as if only he and Zhao Langjun were left in the whole world.

"That's it."

Lin Nian finally looked away from the black rain outside the glass curtain wall, his golden eyes of lava seemed emotionless.

Zhao Langjun suddenly raised his head, because he immediately heard the same beautiful poem playing.

"I saw the Lamb opening the second seal, and I heard the second living creature say, "Come!" Then another horse came out, a red horse. And authority was given to the rider to take it from the earth.

Peace makes people kill each other, and a great sword is given to them..."

Lin Nian said.

He actually recited poem-like sentences.

There was a huge thing roaring in the wind outside the window, like a cow or some ferocious beast. The roar seemed far away, hidden in the black heavy rain, and weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Those who are familiar with the mythology of the Bible will clearly understand that this is a fragment about the Four Horsemen of the Last Days, which comes from the "Revelation of John", the last chapter of the New Testament. People who do not know the situation here will probably think that this meeting is

The room is a choir, and Lin Nian and Zhao Langjun are the poets of the choir.

But Zhao Langjun and Lin Nian didn't think so. After the latter recited the passage from the Bible accurately and calmly, a sense of crisis finally appeared in the former's eyes.

When a person shows calmness when he does not know the danger, you can ridicule his ignorance and indifference to his own destruction, but when a person knows everything but does not change, there are only two possibilities, either he is indeed a complete madman, or...

.

"This is what you rely on. It's incredible. No wonder the senior sister said you were a 'knight' and told me to be careful. I haven't heard of the Solomon Temple Society, but it is indeed interesting." Young Lin said in a low voice, "But it's still not interesting enough.

"

The light of the cup of wax was also suppressed by Zhao Langjun's gradually brightening golden pupils. Those were breathtaking pupils, as golden as the sun. There was no doubt that he had a high-level bloodline. Only in terms of bloodline, there was no doubt that he surpassed Chu Zihang.

and Caesar. He felt ridiculous for a moment, because he stared at Lin Nian and felt a crisis he had never experienced since he became a 'knight'.

Glutinous rice

This is impossible... This should be impossible. No mixed race, as long as it is a mixed race, can pose a threat to the 'Knight'. This is an iron rule.

"Do you know the existence of 'knights'?" Zhao Langjun asked.

"I didn't know it before, but now I know it, it's not that big of a deal. The Solomon Temple Association's hands are in the wrong place. No matter what comes here, I will chop it off with my own hands, and you are no exception... Who

No exception."

Reach here? Zhao Langjun's eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he had guessed something.

"I'm asking you one last time where the things are...I won't ask you a third time."

"Let me guess, are you looking for 'The Holy Mother'?" Zhao Langjun asked in a low voice.

The roar, the roar that only exists in my mind, is like the strong wind blowing through the wheat fields, revealing the black earth.

The manic breath swept across the entire long table. If the energy that Zhao Langjun felt before came from his eyes, then what he felt now was really the 'murderous intention', which is the phenomenon of spiritual influence on the material world. In Zhao Langjun's

In his eyes, the boy's face was like a gaping hole in a blood-red abyss, and the pair of tricks crawling out of it were hell.

"...If you dare, say it again." Lin Nian turned his head from side to side, staring straight at the man.

Zhao Langjun's pupils narrowed, because the familiar aura overflowing from the other party was so strong that it made him suffocate.

"Are you also looking for...this 'Lin Xian'?"

He changed his words, but at that moment the corners of his eyes twitched, and extreme rage arose in his heart... He was actually afraid?

As a 'knight', he was actually threatened.

There was a twist in his heart.

"How many people know her information?" Lin Nian looked straight at Zhao Langjun and said, "Say."

"I told you, and then." Zhao Langjun's expression finally changed, and he was downright cold, "You are not a member of the secret party, and you are not an orthodox person... You want to kill everyone who knows the information.

, and then have her all to yourself?”

"...Yes." After a long while, Lin Nian looked at Zhao Langjun and nodded. The strongest malicious emotion flowed in the molten red golden pupils. Zhao Langjun actually saw the greed and rage of the dragon in it, "She is

My. If you say her name, it will make me so sick that I want to tear your mouth out right away."

"How arrogant and greedy. But it's a pity that she is our property that we have reserved long ago." Zhao Langjun stared at him and sneered. His right hand was about to be raised in an instant, and golden flames seemed to be spitting out from his golden eyes...

But in the next moment, he suddenly felt that he could not speak, as if his tongue was tied.

Oh. It's not his tongue that's tied, it's his throat that's tied.

—

The storm blew away all movable objects in the conference room. The glass of the cabinet leaning against the wall exploded instantly. The entire conference table was thrown into the air, rolled and knocked to the side, and all the chairs were blown away.

A kitchen knife flew violently and was welded to Zhao Langjun's neck. Blood spurted out. Lin Nian forcibly pushed the blade, skin, flesh and bones halfway into Zhao Langjun's neck, pressing him to death on the boss's chair.

!

Zhao Langjun's eyes widened to the maximum, and blood even flowed out from the corners of his eyes. His hands and feet also lifted up uncontrollably at the moment when his neck was hit by a huge force. He was pinned down on the chair unable to move.

, there was a loud and unpleasant sound from the neck.

Lin Nian pressed the kitchen knife inch by inch, tearing the opponent's throat bit by bit, and cracking the bones of the cervical vertebrae. His golden eyes turned a frightening red under the blood on his forehead, and he stared at Zhao Langjun intently.

Every ferocious and twisted arc of his expression under the pressure of the knife's edge is like appreciating some kind of artwork.

Is information like that important?

Important. But obviously not as important as what he is doing now.

—

So fast.

How could it be so fast?

Why didn't the 'war' stop him?

Is he so close that it's too late for the 'war'?

No, this is impossible, he is just a mixed race, how is it possible...

You can't stop thinking or you will die if you think again.

"'War'...save me!" That's what he wanted to say, but his vocal cords were damaged at that moment and he could only vomit blood. But at the next moment, rescue had arrived without him asking for help.

An explosion occurred.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall and dozens of meters long glass curtain walls exploded at the same time. A roar like a thunderous cow came from outside the broken glass curtain wall. The strong wind blew up all the glass shards and shot them into the wall like bullets.

Inside, there was a black-red giant that penetrated the entire conference room, sweeping it from beginning to end like cleaning the tabletop!

When I saw the Lamb opening the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come!" Then another horse came out, a red one. And authority was given to the rider to take away peace from the earth.

, causing people to kill each other, and a great sword was given to him.

In the black heavy rain, the golden lights lit up. It was a pair of long, narrow and huge pupils rising outside the 21st floor of Runde Building, illuminating the ferocious iron surface and bone spurs soaked by the heavy rain, combining elegance and ferocious beauty.

, under the slender and curved neck is a perfect and huge body, with black scales and sharp membrane wings. It is... a pure-blood dragon!

One of the mythical knights of doom in the Bible, War.

He is real, the rider on the red horse—war, God's walk of destruction on earth.

'knight'.

Zhao Langjun is really a 'knight'. A knight riding a dragon, and his car is such a living pure-blood dragon!

...But as a 'knight' he was actually going to die right now. Before he even got on the car, nearly two-thirds of his neck had been cut off.

The dragon roared, angry and crazy, creating a strange rhythm. Circles of ripples swayed in the black rainy night. Miraculously, the whole city seemed to be completely asleep, and no lights were lit for it.

Even though it was clear, no curious passers-by exclaimed at this scene.

The blood-red dragon claws that the leader brought out to prevent Zhao Langjun's death instantly destroyed almost the entire conference room. To him, the walls and debris were all fragile things like foam, but when they were cleaning to the end, they suddenly seemed to hit something hard.

barrier.

A force slowly rose in front of the stopped dragon claw. It actually opened the dragon's claw arm bit by bit. In the smoke, the red golden pupils penetrated and stared at the silence.

The terrifying dragon in the heavy rain hissed, "Get out."

An explosion that was several times louder than the dragon's roar sounded. It was not a roar, but an explosion of sound waves. The roar brought about by pure speed and power instantly overwhelmed the high-flying dragon and struck the pure blood dragon like a meteor.
Chapter completed!