The intruders riding Black Widow motorcycles galloped through the campus streets as nimbly as swimming fish, firing continuously from mini-submachine guns. For a time, the elites of Kassel College were temporarily suppressed in the safe passages of various buildings.
As soon as the riders entered the campus, they broke into pieces and infiltrated the college, which was like a military fortress.
In the library control room, Guderian and Manstein hurriedly pushed the door open. Wearing a pure white oxygen mask and looking like a hawk, Von Schneider, the head of the executive department, had his hands behind his back and was staring at the three-dimensional map in front of the screen.
Each red dot that lights up on it represents the students who joined the battle after receiving weapons. They are now firmly guarding the entrance to each building fortress. Once all the red dots in the area disappear, it means that the building is completely destroyed.
Missed.
"Dragon invasion, what's going on? The dragons will ride motorcycles and form a group with MP5 submachine guns to attack Kassel College? If so, I suggest you surrender immediately with your hands on your head."
The bald Professor Manstein spoke loudly and excitedly, with spittle flying around him. He expressed doubts about the information promoted in the emergency broadcast.
"I don't know. This was determined by Norma independently. I don't have enough authority to understand why Norma determined that the invasion was caused by the Dragon Clan."
Schneider tapped his fingers on the keyboard, calling up the video footage captured by the currently intact monitor.
Black motorcycles roared past, and the heavily armed intruders, wearing helmets and masks, behaved well-trained.
"Where is the principal now?"
Professor Guderian, who looked bloated after putting on his combat uniform, asked.
"In the underground base, they are preparing to test the brass cans brought from the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River."
Schneider said.
"That brass can may be the target of these guys."
Manstein pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said with great certainty.
Regardless of the time or starting point, this goal is very consistent.
The three people present are all seasoned in the world of martial arts, so they can understand everything at once.
"Then the focus of our defense work should be on the underground level. The Hall of Valor, the church and the library are the three main entrances."
Schneider reached out and swiped across the large screen in front of him again. The college's 3D map was brought up again, and he easily circled three places on it.
"Can I contact the principal now?"
Guderian asked in a deep voice. Before that, he felt it was necessary to tell the principal that someone was going to destroy his house and let him be prepared.
"I have already called his cell phone, which is turned off. Moreover, in order to ensure that core secrets or scientific research results are leaked, Shikodi District prohibits all private communications, including radio and local area networks."
Schneider replied.
On the ground of the college, here is the high command. The heavy burden now falls on Schneider and these two middle-aged and elderly professors with almost zero combat power.
"Then we don't have to think about anything else. We just need to focus on guarding the entrances to these three places."
Manstein waved his hand decisively, showing his courage to abandon his car to save his commander.
"To be precise, just guard the Hall of Valor and the church. The library is left to Norma for defense. When her war personality is activated, she can connect the metal tunnel with tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity after it is determined that the dragons have invaded."
Schneider made the correction.
"The commissioners of the Executive Department are all performing tasks overseas. The retired Navy SEALs can handle ordinary incidents, but this time it is a dragon invasion, and the power of ordinary people is nothing more than a drop in the bucket."
The head of the executive department understood at a glance the question Manstein wanted to ask.
"Then what fighting strength do we have left?"
Manstein nervously touched his smooth and shiny head with his hand. This was the first time that Kassel College had suffered such an attack since its founding. These old professors who specialized in academics were so unfamiliar that they almost forgot how to load a pistol.
Yes.
"Don't forget, there are also our trained students with excellent bloodlines. They will guard this academy with us."
Schneider's iron-gray eyes revealed a deep light.
"Caesar Gattuso will lead the student union to guard the Hall of Valor, and Chu Zihang will lead the Lionheart Society to guard the church. They are both elite A-level hybrids, and their men are also strong and brave."
Schneider's words gradually calmed down Manstein and Guderian who were a little nervous. Naturally, they knew the abilities of their beloved students.
"That's all it can do."
Manstein said.
"We seem to have forgotten a person, a person who can greatly change the situation of the war."
Guderian raised his head slightly and looked at Schneider. They subconsciously ignored the monster.
In the gorgeously decorated and spacious Amber Pavilion, the crystal palace chandeliers shine with soft brilliance.
After arranging their weapons, Caesar and Chu Zihang received the news through the radio equipment almost at the same time. They looked at each other silently, and then took their people away.
"Hey, let's compete to see who can kill the intruder first."
Suddenly, Caesar, who was loading Frigga bullets into his Desert Eagle pistol, called out to the ice-faced boy in black who was walking towards the door of Amber Hall.
"What's your bet?"
Chu Zihang tilted his head and spoke in a cold voice.
He did not reject the offer.
"A Bugatti Veyron."
Caesar grinned, showing off his rich manly demeanor. This sports car worth tens of millions of dollars was just a small bet.
Even the crowd couldn't help but make a noise for this huge bet. At the same time, they stared at Chu Zihang with interest, anticipating his bet.
"Then I'll just use this knife."
Chu Zihang slightly raised the black-sheathed Japanese sword in his hand, his expression calm.
This imperial sword, Murasame, is not only an excellent alchemical knife, but also a relic left to him by his father. Chu Zihang's belief in this bet is self-evident.
"Very good, it's an even bet. I look forward to your good news."
Caesar nodded and did not hesitate to give his blessing to the other party.
The handsome boy in black clothes and black trousers turned his head and continued walking outside. Every step was as even as measured by a ruler.
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"Potato Chips, who did you send to take the place of No. 13?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! An intruder riding a Black Widow motorcycle was holding the headset with one hand and asked.
"Confidentiality."
A woman's muttering voice came from the other side, as if she was chewing some kind of puffed food.
"You only need to be responsible for leading the team to the Hall of Valor. The original plan remains unchanged."
The woman comforted her again.
The slender black figure riding the motorcycle shook his head helplessly and turned the handle. The Black Widow's engine roared heavier and heavier. The dozen or so motorcycles behind him accelerated together.
The wind pushed away the dark clouds in the sky at some point, revealing the moon as bright as a silver plate.
A figure in green robes stands on the top of the highest building with a sword in hand, his handsome face sinking into the hazy moonlight, like a god untainted by the mortal world.
He seemed to be looking down, but also seemed to be sneering.
"Potato chips, I think I saw that monster."
The captain who took the lead in accelerating towards the Hall of Valor just glanced back at the figure at a very high place, and then turned his head hastily. The sight has weight, especially for a hybrid who senses terror like this.
"Okay, you are just a small character in this mission, and you are not worthy of being treated so seriously. If you are accidentally captured, you can use a honey trap to escape and win over the old cow to eat the young grass."
The woman in the headset seemed to be talking and laughing in a low voice.
"I hope he won't say expressionlessly when I show off my figure: Monster, watch the sword."
The captain curled his lips and pressed the hang up button.
"Listen to my orders later."
The man turned his head and gave another order. His eyes inevitably glanced upward slightly, but the figure at the top of the Gothic building had disappeared.
The captain was shocked and immediately turned the handle of the motorcycle to the maximum. The more they got to know this guy, the more they discovered how unfathomable he was.
Definitely the biggest variable.
In the small attic of the church bell tower, a shy old guy with a beer belly, wearing a rolled-brimmed cowboy hat, slightly showing his frosty white temples, wearing a plaid shirt, and riding his cowboy boots high, was lying on a half-used cowhide sofa
watch TV.
The character in the picture is also a cowboy, holding a revolver and single-handedly dueling three gangsters. But his appearance is much more handsome than this old guy.
"Jingle Bell."
The old-fashioned desk phone rang, and the old cowboy took the call while lying on his back.
"Watching "High Noon" so many times in a row, don't you ever get tired of it?"
"Hey Angers, it's great to hear your voice."
The old cowboy changed his position excitedly, from lying on his back to lying on his back, like a straightened potato.
"A classic is a classic."
The old cowboy was extremely excited.
"I'm here to ask you to lift your commandments."
The other side is straight to the point.
"Are you serious?"
The old man sat up straight and his expression became serious.
"Young people also need this experience. Let's relax the restraints on them appropriately. What we need is not obedient sheep, but fearless lions."
"But are the young people ready?" the old cowboy murmured.
But the other person didn't continue talking.
"Then, I agree to your suggestion for the time being."
He hung up the phone, and the light in the black-and-white TV screen was still changing on the old man's face, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.
The phone rang again.
The old man picked up the phone again.
"dad."
The voice on the other side was a little worried.
"Oh, Manstein, my dear son, good evening! I miss you very much."
The old cowboy's tense expression suddenly became lively.
"What's the matter with you looking for me?"
He patted his thigh and continued to ask.
"I would like to ask you to lift the commandment."
The man's voice was low, but extremely firm.
This conversation was followed by a long silence.
"dad?"
After a long time, another tentative voice came.
"Hey, I'm here."
The old cowboy replied.
"If you really violate school rules, please blame me and Professor Schneider from the Executive Department for the consequences..."
Manstein said hesitantly.
"No, no, son, your birthday is coming soon. I will break the rules immediately and treat it as my birthday gift to you. It is a unique gift. Tell your friends that having a father who loves you is a gift.
What a happy thing.”
The old cowboy stopped the man from continuing, said everything in one breath, and hung up the phone.
On the other side, Manstein, who was driving the speakerphone, was completely stunned, and the two people next to him were looking at him with strange eyes.
"I envy you so much..."
After a while, the gray-haired Professor Guderian tried his best to speak in a sour tone.
Manstein touched his shiny bald head with some embarrassment and forced himself to explain.
"He usually, oh no, he has never been like this before..."
"It's really amazing to have a dad who is willing to carry school rules and regulations for you."
Schneider's cold voice directly defeated all Manstein's struggles.
In the church attic, the old cowboy picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. He looked serious and sat on the sofa with his back straight, and the magnificent golden color began to flow from his eyes.
The candle beside the wooden table beside him has been burning for many years, and the spirit of words and precepts has enveloped the academy for many years.
Now, the old man lowered his head and slowly blew out the candle. The powerful "spirit" that could envelope the entire academy collapsed.
Almost immediately, hundreds of silver-blue beams of light shot up into the sky on the screen of the underground monitoring center of the library, and the students' speech spirits were slowly recovering.
It is the awakening of the power flowing through the blood.
The captain riding the motorcycle was chanting in a low voice for the first time, and then her figure became as dark as ink.
"Follow me later."
The captain jumped off the speeding motorcycle, and more than ten people behind him also clapped their backs and stood up. After landing lightly, they stood in a circle on the lawn. Everyone's figures disappeared into the night.
Hall of Valor
For students at Kassel College, this is an area they don’t often visit.
Because the ashes of dragon-slaying heroes of all ages sleep here, the heroes should not be disturbed.
Only when degree certificates are awarded annually, students will sit on rows of oak benches wearing Prussian robes and receive their degree certificates amidst the applause of the crowd.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Caesar is sitting on the bench in the front row, still wearing the expensive and elegant white suit, and his hair is as bright as the most dazzling gold.
Beside him were two desert eagles made of pure gold and a dark hunting knife. This was all his confidence and confidence.
The young man now rested his hands relaxedly on both sides of the bench, closed his eyes, and had a faint smile on his lips.
The people from the student union rushed here as soon as possible after receiving the order.
The girls in white dresses who had no time to change at the dance held Uzzi submachine guns, with magazines and short guns tied to their inner thighs. Sixteen students who had achieved excellent results in the war practice class were divided into guarding the front door, and ten controlled the back door. The second-floor passage was arranged.
Ten guerrillas, armed with light and heavy weapons.
The rest picked up submachine guns and carried cold weapons, sitting sporadically on the oak benches, or observing what was going on outside through the blinds.
The number of invaders this time is estimated to be over a hundred. Their scale and firepower are staggering. But they must defend the most important level.
At a certain moment, the invisible wind demon Scythe Weasel began to fly randomly in the sky above the vast Hall of Valor.
Everyone felt that the power inside their bodies had awakened, and pairs of golden eyes burned slowly in silence.
That was the moment when the old cowboy broke his commandments.
As time passed by, flames and flames rose from every corner of Kassel College. The intruders were already at war with the guarding students.
But the people from the student union still stood firm and did not move.
They are competing against time, and they are also competing against enemies hiding in the dark, waiting for them to relax their vigilance.
Finally, Ange, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, raised the corners of his mouth and slowly stood up.
All members of the student union turned their attention to him at the same time.
"You think, how should we welcome guests from afar?"
Caesar slowly walked up to the podium, held down the tabletop, looked at the people in the audience with stern eyes, and slowly asked questions.
The only response to him was the uniform sound of submachine gun bullets being loaded, with the unique coldness of metal and murderous intent.