Nearly three days have passed since the newlyweds Caesar and Nono died.
During this period, seeing that the secret party, which has been specialized in dragon slaying for three thousand years, suffered repeated setbacks and made no progress, various countries gradually adopted a pessimistic attitude. Many high-ranking officials' fighting spirit declined. Instead of wasting resources on meaningless artillery fire, it is better to build stronger underground fortresses.
Or speed up the construction of spacecraft and space stations.
Not to mention laymen, even the four elder families of the secret party have felt unprecedented pressure. All eight ancient dragon-slaying warriors have been sent out, but so far two have died from Samson's mouth, and one has been killed by a large number of people.
The dragon-blooded monster was killed by the wheels, and a man who sneaked into Yellowstone Park was burnt to dregs by Chu Xin.
Of the remaining four, three are from the Beowulf family and one is from the St. George family.
Cadmus Castle.
A classic study room for only two people.
"Principal, there has been some news recently regarding the investigation of Chu Tianjiao before his disappearance."
Fingel opened an original lacquered envelope, and inside were several handwritten letters, densely packed with obscure words and chemical formulas, as well as hand-drawn illustrations of human bodies and dragon bodies, and a paper-like summary.
"Although it's hard to understand, this mysterious organization that has been hiding in the depths of darkness is more terrifying than we imagined. Their spies may be spread all over the world and in all walks of life." Fingel continued.
Ange took the papers and said quietly: "I am afraid that Chu Tianjiao had touched this organization and disappeared inexplicably. But where did these come from?"
"Although a long time has passed, the commissioner in charge of this matter has not rested. Perhaps because the situation has become more serious recently, they found some abandoned underground secret rooms through the few words Chu Tianjiao left back then. This unopened envelope is the only
The harvest was sent over immediately after receiving it." Fingal replied.
"This paper is extraordinary," Angers rubbed the extremely flexible paper, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, "it has a special incense."
Fingel took it and observed it carefully, "Start the investigation from this aspect?"
"No need to investigate. I happen to know this kind of paper. I used it several times when I was young. Unfortunately, it was discontinued not long ago. But these papers are not like those from seventy or eighty years ago. They are at least ten years old," Angers pondered.
He said, "There is only one workshop in the world that produces it, the Duke of Nightingale family in England."
"Mixed-race family?" Fingel asked again.
Angers shook his head, "Ordinary human nobles, it seems you guessed it right. The members of this organization may be very broad, and may have already penetrated around us."
Fingel raised his eyebrows, "Do you have doubts?"
Angers remained silent, and several faces subconsciously appeared in his mind, most of which were senior members of the school board, including Pompeo Gattuso.
And his intuition told him that there was indeed something wrong with Pompeii. There was something hidden behind his seemingly suave and bohemian temperament.
Thinking about it, he stood up, tidied up briefly and opened the door, "Take good care of Lu Mingfei, although I don't know how to make him stronger, but remember, he is our last hope.
"
"Okay!" Fingel waved and smiled cheerfully.
Tu tu tu tu~
Ten minutes later, three helicopters took off. Angers, one of the elders, Sigurd, and a special team of guards from the Sigurd family headed for England across the sea.
The destination is the Duke of Nightingale Manor located on the top of Glen Hill in Manchester.
But before they arrived, they were locked instantly and the dashboard beeped non-stop.
Whizzing!
Interceptor missiles were projected one after another and collided with the surface-to-air missiles rising from the ground.
"It's the British Army's air defense system!"
"What's going on? Didn't we allow passage?"
"I don't know, but retreat first!"
"Oh my God, we only have three planes. Is it necessary to have such a big battle?"
Outside the swaying window, densely packed anti-aircraft missiles appeared from far to near, forming a terrifying skynet.
Didi didi~
"Our signal is blocked!"
"Norma, notify headquarters immediately!"
"Norma is unresponsive and an unknown system has taken over all our channels!"
"The White Dove 3 was hit and is about to land hard!"
Bang——
Flames shot into the sky, and a helicopter crashed. Fortunately, a dozen mixed-race people jumped out carrying parachute bags and scattered everywhere safely.
But immediately, fierce gunfire sounded from the ground.
"Principal, enemy attack! It's an ambush! It's an ambush!"
"Fake! The enemies are Corpse Guard and Deadpool!"
Before the other two helicopters could retreat, a giant blue dragon over twenty meters tall rose from a valley with lush vegetation. Its wings whipped up violent winds, forming dozens of wind blades and slashing out.
boom!
Another helicopter was destroyed and its sections were smoothly chopped into pieces.
"Yan Ling·The Eyes of the Wind King."
The giant dragon chanted dragon inscriptions, and the next second it released a rapidly rising tornado, engulfing the only remaining helicopter.
Whoosh!
A figure resolutely jumped down, holding an alchemy sword and swooping down. It was a dragon-slaying warrior from the Beowulf family.
He smiled ferociously and bloodthirstyly, and the laughter reached the ears of the giant dragon, which actually made the latter's heart tighten, as if he was being targeted by an evil spirit.
Feeling threatened, the dragon no longer clung to the helicopter and immediately changed the enemy he was fighting against.
"It's a good thing I brought a bodyguard, otherwise we would both be in trouble today." Sigurd grabbed the armrest and said in shock.
The helicopter stabilized and returned to the original route without saying a word.
It didn't fly for half a minute when it suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The pilot stared in horror at the sky directly ahead, "Principal, look!"
Everyone in the cabin hurriedly squeezed into the cab, all looking out the windshield window, focusing on a man flapping dragon wings.
"Pompeii~"
Angers eyes widened, and all the fuzzy context became clear in his mind.
"Attack!" Sigurd shouted.
Bang bang bang!
The cannon and missiles were ejected together.
"Word Spirit·Wind Burial." Odin whispered.
As soon as the words fell, thousands of winds swept through, cutting all the incoming shells, and then neatly chopped the helicopter into pieces, turning it into strips of iron sheets spurting blood in an instant.
Of the dozen or so people, only Angers and Sigurd survived, and it was thanks to the former that he activated "Word Spirit·Time Zero", otherwise they would have been killed instantly.
They free-falled into a river and then tried their best to escape.
"I didn't want to take action against you at first, but you are seeking your own death because you insist on investigating something you shouldn't touch," Odin said, raising his right arm high, "Word Spirit Vampire Scythe!"
In an instant, hundreds of wind demons appeared and enveloped the two galloping old men in one fell swoop.
It was just a face-to-face meeting, and Sigurd was bled into a mummy before he could release his spirit.
Buzz~
Ange jumped off the waterfall with the help of Time Zero, turned over while falling, took out two mini-submachine guns from his waist, and sprayed alchemical bullets.
Suddenly, he was horrified to find that he was no longer falling, as if there was a cloud gently lifting him up behind him, and he was suspended in mid-air.
"Are you the King of Sky and Wind?"
Angers turned his head and looked at Odin, who was face to face with him.
"Because we have known each other for many years, yes." Odin smiled coldly and arrogantly.
"It has been planned for a long time and has been hidden from the secret party. Are you working for Norton?" Angers said deliberately.
As expected, the corner of Odin's mouth twitched subconsciously, as if he was stabbed in the back, "Thank you for recruiting Lu Mingfei into the academy, otherwise I would be really afraid of Norton."
Angers frowned, his pupils condensed, and he swung his right hand with lightning speed. The folding knife in his hand bounced and stabbed Odin's chest.
puff!
The skin was torn, blood was dripping, and a beating heart appeared in the palm of the hand.
Ange lowered his head with mixed feelings, looked at his open and closed chest, and finally whispered in Odin's ear: "Those who conspire and conspire are destined not to become dragon emperors."
puff!
Odin was angered again and crushed his heart in his hand, and slapped Angers' lifeless body with his left hand.
Bang!
The whole person instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist, and the folding knife broke and fell into the river below along with the blood rain.
Before Angers died, he lamented how unpredictable his fate was. He had fantasized about countless ways to die, running to a vast battlefield and dying tragically, or fighting bloody battles alone with a knife, but he died in the hands of an old Yinbi Dragon King in this barren mountain.
It was truly unexpected.
That's all, I can't interfere in the next plot, it's up to you, Lu Mingfei.
"No one can stop me. Norton, Lu Mingfei, and Nidhogg will all be my stepping stones~" Odin said in a low voice with gloomy eyes. In fact, it was more like he was speaking to himself.
After some thinking, he changed his target to Lu Mingfei!
He planned to capture and devour Lu Mingfei before he fully awakened, thereby forcibly usurping the emperor's power. As for the emperor's authority, he had other plans. After all, he already knew the approximate location of Nidhogg, and this
One operation requires the use of filter containers and other sacrifices, and the process is similar to Herzog's "Road to the Gods".
"Ange has solved it. Don't act rashly for the time being. Keep me under surveillance 24 hours a day, especially Lu Mingfei." Odin made the call.
"Okay." The person who replied was actually Cadmus, one of the four elders.
