At this moment, Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, felt that his heart was suddenly clenched by a hand, and Ganggnir locked onto him in advance.
The spear made of the tough branches of the World Tree was finally thrown over like a javelin by God King Odin. The bright light like a meteor shot out, completely filling the boy's field of vision.
Earth-shaking...
At the last moment when death came, he looked out the car window,
The man who was still fighting bloody battles with a knife in the heavy rain inexplicably wanted to say something, but his voice was muffled by the terrifying majesty and the pouring rain.
The man suddenly turned his head back in response. His golden eyes were still so hot and bright on his blood-stained face.
He opened his mouth and analyzed the shape of his mouth.
He seemed to be shouting "Son,
…”.
The front hood of the high-end and elegant Maybach was ruthlessly torn apart by the legendary Gungnir. It was as sharp as a javelin and penetrated the steel frame and iron sheet made of heavy machinery, and shot into the driver's seat.
"Boom!"
Silver snakes danced in the sky, thunder resounded, and dazzling white light instantly enveloped the entire darkness.
"call……"
Chu Zihang couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he woke up from the comfortable seat. He subconsciously looked at the position of his heart on his left chest. The touch of the long spear piercing his body was so real.
"Senior brother, are you having a nightmare?"
A male voice next to him immediately soothed Chu Zihang's throbbing mood. He turned his head and looked to see a handsome and sunny young man sitting in the adjacent cabin, teasing a snow-white feathered eagle on his shoulder from time to time.
He nodded silently, but most of his mind was still immersed in the dream world.
"A hidden silver gear box?"
This is the most important information Chu Zihang got from the man.
"Sometimes, can the answers obtained in dreams also be used in reality?"
After spending some time to calm down, he asked Li Longyuan beside him.
"This question, at the most minor level, is probably because you are confused, senior brother. But at the most serious level, this is a philosophical issue between idealism and materialism."
Li Longyuan gently stroked his chin and pretended to be serious. There was a slight smile in his words.
Seeing Chu Zihang's silent appearance, the young man's expression became serious.
Looking at him, he continued.
"Senior brother, what did you dream about? I seem to smell an unusual smell on your body."
Chu Zihang looked at him in surprise, his thoughts swirling for a moment.
Finally, he spoke slowly.
"I dreamed, Odin."
This name seemed to have magic power. Not only Li Longyuan, but also Caesar and Alijie sitting in the front row turned their heads and looked at him with half curiosity and half surprise.
As students at Kassel College, they have certainly heard of the name Odin. Whether it is the Hall of Valor or the Norton Hall, the reliefs of this god-king from Norse mythology are placed in the most eye-catching places.
There is no other reason. Professors who study the history of dragons have discovered that traces of dragon activities are hidden in the historical system of Nordic mythology, and they appear in the world's sight in the name of the gods.
The most classic among them is the story of Nidhogg, the black dragon that symbolizes death and despair, eating the roots of the World Tree after Ragnarok.
Dragons and Nordic mythology are almost inseparable systems.
But now, Caesar actually heard this mythical character from Chu Zihang's mouth.
honestly,
His first feeling was that it was ridiculous. But his understanding of Chu Zihang and the existence of this classmate and opponent made Caesar understand that this was by no means a simple matter that could be explained.
"What did he do in the dream?"
Compared to Caesar's initial surprise, Li Longyuan just asked calmly.
In his eyes, the Nordic gods and dragon kings are just mythical existences that have been processed and whitewashed by the world.
They are by no means invincible. As long as they are living creatures, they must have weaknesses.
To put it simply, Li Longyuan didn't believe in any legends at all. If these so-called gods dared to show up and block his way, he would also dare to raise a butcher's knife against these gods.
He really wanted to see whether these gods could bleed and whether they could live forever.
"He threw a twisted spear made of branches at me. I could even feel the spear piercing my heart."
"It is said that once locked, the spear will definitely hit, gungnir."
Caesar, who was sitting in the front row, interrupted, his eyes particularly solemn.
If it were really the legendary God King Odin, even if he only threw a spear in a dream, it would have a terrible impact on reality.
"Senior brother, how is your physical condition?"
Li Longyuan asked next.
Chu Zihang shook his head blankly, then opened the collar of his black jacket, slightly exposing the heart on his chest.
There, there is already a golden diamond-shaped mark.
The mark is very small, only half the size of a little finger, but it is like being branded with a soldering iron. It cannot be erased no matter how hard you rub it. It is like a scar or sore left after lightly poking it with the tip of a spear.
"Anchor point, this is the anchor point left by Odin."
Li Longyuan had seen some records in orthodox classics. He took a breath and said.
"Anchor point?"
The other onlookers didn't know very well.
"In layman's terms, Odin can reach Senior Brother Chu's current location at any time through the mark he left."
The young man's next explanation made the listeners change their expressions slightly, and the look in their eyes towards Chu Zihang also changed, as if he was possessed by a ghost.
"Really, anytime, anywhere?"
In silence, the blond and fair-skinned girl reluctantly swallowed, and then asked.
If Odin could use this mark to come to Chu Zihang anytime and anywhere, it would be tantamount to a time bomb. No, a time nuclear bomb.
Li Longyuan nodded seriously.
"Odin's power can even completely control Senior Brother Chu."
The boy did not continue talking, but the atmosphere among everyone that was originally about surviving the disaster became solemn at this moment.
The tension of being targeted by death is enough to drive a well-educated elite hybrid crazy. After all, no creature can remain sane under the threat of death.
But Chu Zihang was an exception. His silent expression did not change. On the contrary, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.
I hope that one day, he will have the strength to face Odin and draw his sword.
Caesar's expression quickly faded in slight surprise, he withdrew his gaze from sizing up Chu Zihang, and unconsciously rubbed the handle of the gilded knife with his right hand.
"It is indeed an interesting thing to meet the legendary Nordic God King."
He raised his eyebrows at the black-haired boy with an ice cube face in the back seat and said unusually casually.
With the arrogant temperament of the Gattuso family son, it would be difficult for Caesar to say such words as "I will fight alongside you." "Remember to call me when you need help."
But his meaning has been very clear. If Chu Zihang encounters death threats from Odin in the future and needs help, he will lend a helping hand.
"Thanks."
Chu Zihang also spoke softly. With his cold temperament, it was particularly difficult for him to say these two words.
Caesar pretended to be careless and looked away, and the two elite presidents of Cassel College remained silent in tacit agreement.
Alizee stood aside with her big, piercing Kazlan eyes open, and seemed to have discovered the little secret of these two influential figures.
"Something's wrong..."
She thought to herself, these two people are leaders of the mixed-race elite, warriors who can slay dragons with just a sword. Why is it so difficult to say a few warm words to each other?
Just as her eyes turned curiously, she happened to face a pair of sharp falcon eyes. Hai Dongqing, whose eagle feathers were white with a hint of ink, stood on the waistcoat of the young man's suit, staring at her as well, with awe-inspiring dragons in his golden eyes.
"hey-hey……"
Alijie smiled guiltily at it, then stopped looking around.
But Tianquan just fluttered his wings and cleaned the feathers on his body with his beak with a proud look on his face.
The blonde girl looked miserable when she saw this scene, but she just curled her lips and remained silent.
"Where's Lancelot? Isn't he on this plane?"
Only then did Alijie look around. During the time when Chu Zihang was unconscious, the people from Kassel College had completed the handover with the British Special Air Service Group, and they also boarded the principal's Gulfstream G650 business jet back home.
school.
It's interesting to say that since Li Yongyuan entered school, Angers' Sleipnir seems to have become his exclusive plane. Every time he goes on a mission, it fills up the fuel tank and docks at the airport runway.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is Principal Angers' favor for this young man from an ancient Chinese family and his intention to train future heirs.
But they thought along this line of thinking, if Li Yongyuan really became Angers successor in the future, inheriting the position of the patriarch of the secret party and the position of principal, plus the title of the orthodox true king.
He will become a powerful man.
Even if he just issues an order, countless people will immediately do it for him. With a cheer, the fanatical hybrids hidden in the "real" world will serve him.
This is enough to make all the elders of mixed-race families dare not regard this young man as an ordinary elite, nor dare to use him as a chess piece that can be trivial and can be sacrificed at will.
At this moment, Sleipnir, which was transformed from a Gulfstream business jet, was roaring through the clouds, and the sun was shining with red and dazzling light. A young man in an exquisite suit was sitting in the cabin, with a handsome face and a calm demeanor, his right hand resting on the armchair.
, the five fingers move slightly.
He is like a king who is sitting on the world, patrolling his territory. Even if he closes his eyes and takes a nap, he does not move, but his temperament and demeanor make people feel the vast majesty, just like the blazing sun hanging in the sky.
.
For a moment, even Ellie, who was filled with joy and joy after surviving the disaster, couldn't help but hold her breath, not daring to disturb the rest of the person behind her.
The giant bird-like business jet condensed into a point of light in the sky and slowly landed over the Chicago Airport.
The jet black silver-plated train named "cc1000" has stopped near the train station.
Although it was still daytime and people were coming and going in the train station, no one noticed the train that appeared like a ghost.
After Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang officially enrolled, their permissions have been fully opened. One S-level and two A-level students are enough to make this train schedule most of the time, waiting for their arrival.
Kris, a girl wearing a straw hat, black sunglasses, and a long linen printed skirt, came to Chicago for vacation today. She carried a pink suitcase and sat on an oak bench in the station, quietly waiting for cta5150 times.
train.
Suddenly, among the dark crowds of people walking back and forth, several young men appeared who made the girl's eyes shine.
Walking on the far right is a girl wearing a light and luxurious long windbreaker, revealing the white lining underneath, les
Nereides' gold-plated jade pendant swayed with her steps, her dazzling blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and her skin was fair and rosy, making her look like an A-list movie star.
But looking at her carrying a shoulder bag and looking like she's following suit, she doesn't feel like the core figure in the team.
Not far from her was a black-haired guy with a cold breath and expressionless face. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt and overalls, and was carrying an extended tennis bag.
Chris remembered that she had seen a Japanese cartoon called "The Prince of Tennis" before. He wore a ball cap and looked like a cold protagonist in it.
As for the man next to him, who is half a shoulder taller, his appearance is even more exaggerated. His long golden hair is flowing down, his white formal suit highlights his strong pectoralis major muscles, and he wears a decorative jet black t-shirt around his waist.
Hunting knife.
Apart from anything else, this tall and tough appearance is quite in line with the aesthetic values of both European and American countries.
Here, Caesar, who was holding the handle of his hunting knife with its pattern spread, noticed the girl sitting on the bench waiting for the bus, saw that she was paying attention to his side, and gave him a smile that he thought was lethal, with blue eyes.
It also seemed to be rippling with a smile.
It is true that Caesar's charm cannot be ignored, and he has the aura of a noble prince. In addition, his bloodline comes from the contemporary stud owner of the Gattuso family in ancient Rome, Pompeii.
But Chris's sense of encounter with such a smile didn't last long, as the charming hormonal aura seemed to be torn apart by a sharp gaze.
An eagle with golden eyes and snowy feathers looked over. Even though it stood docilely on its owner's shoulder, the girl was still frightened by the fierceness in its eyes and was a little breathless.
Its owner was wearing a gentleman's suit, revealing the exquisite silk lining underneath. He had a perfect and handsome appearance and a face as cold as jade. He was carrying an extended black baseball bag in his hand.
This is a very special and charming boy.
Chris thought to herself.
His temperament is somewhere between calm and enthusiastic. He is not like the ice-faced boy who avoids strangers, nor is he like the blond young man. He always has a confident smile on his face.
These four outstanding people gathered in one place, which naturally attracted a lot of eyes, but they walked calmly and did not stop because of these eyes.
"Where are they going? Will they end up in a car with me?"
Chris looked at them curiously.
In the distance, she vaguely saw a dark, slender train parked on the track, with exquisite and elegant silver arabesque patterns spread across the body.
"Is this kind of train still popular in Chicago stations now?"
The girl murmured to herself.
Immediately afterwards, she saw the conductor wearing classic dark green clothes walking out of the door, holding a loudspeaker in his hand.
His face was pale, his lower body was hidden in the white mist, and his whole person seemed to be floating in the air, like a ghost.
"The cc1000 express train has arrived at the station. Passengers who need to board the train please board as soon as possible."
The man held a loudspeaker and shouted expressionlessly, but the passengers around him didn't react at all and continued to pass by in a hurry.
The gloomy scene couldn't help but send a chill down Chris's back. Did she really see a ghost in broad daylight?
At this time, she saw someone in the group of four people she had been paying attention to handing the salute to the conductor.
The ghost-like man instantly showed a flattering smile and guided the four people into the car.