In Muspelheim Forest, Lancelot stretched out his hand to catch the fruit of a sycamore tree. It was brown and yellow, like a lychee, with many small thorns. It was a little hard when squeezed gently, and it looked more like a fruit than a fruit.
They are the bones of an enemy who is fighting to the death, but if you crush them hard, you can still squeeze out the juice.
"The vanguard has pressed into the artificial lake. The enemy has been defeated and is shrinking its defense line. It is probably about adopting a deep defense posture." Behind Lancelot, there were two or three Lionhearts in black combat uniforms on the side of the Wutong Trail.
The members of the guild held their pagers and turned their attention to the captain of their team.
Lancelot, a French freshman at Kassel College, is now the captain of the Lionheart Club's elite Freedom Day troop.
"There is no need to act rashly. If the student union is really as talented as the seniors said, then it cannot be so vulnerable. Now our advantage has a certain illusion. It may be the opponent's baiting offensive. Once the frontline troops suffer heavy losses, we will be the last.
A surprise soldier." He held the fruit in his fist and gently pulled the collar of his combat uniform. The tall nose bridge unique to the French separated the angular face, and a pair of calm eyes on the pale skin looked into the sky.
The swaying sycamore forest, behind him, dozens of Lionheart Club members stood quietly in the ambush holding their guns motionless, looking up at the sycamore leaves above their heads that were fluttering slightly in the wind.
No one questioned Lancelot's decision. The tower-like man of the Lionheart Club decided to hand over the command team to him when he first met the French freshman, even if the command was handed over to a dog.
, the members of the Lionheart Club of the Raiders Team will probably follow the carefree dog everywhere faithfully, not to mention that Lancelot, who is currently leading the team, is not bad in all aspects, and he also showed that he is capable of commanding at the moment.
The composure and excellent perspective of this squad.
"I heard that the president of the student union is a sophomore?" In his spare time, Lancelot couldn't help but rest in front of a sycamore tree and casually asked the team members hiding behind other bunkers, "What's their name?"
Coming?"
"Caesar Gattuso, the youngest person in power in history besides the first-generation student president." A third-year student in the team checked the rifling and said, "In the first half of the freshman year, he successfully won the hearts of the people through speeches and a series of organizational activities.
There was a strong voice among the freshmen of that class, and the only competitor voluntarily withdrew, so it is not surprising that he can become the chairman."
"Does this mean that this sophomore student with the same name as the Roman dictator is now the most famous figure in the college? The most outstanding...genius?" Lancelot asked in a low voice, looking at the sycamore forest.
The top branches and leaves that tore the sky into pieces seemed to be thinking about something, but the next moment the junior student spoke up and shattered his imagination.
"You can't say that." The junior student shook his head, but when he saw Lancelot's eyes turning back, he explained, "I mean that Caesar is indeed a genius. Compared with previous student union presidents, he is even worse.
Nothing less than that. Many people say that Caesar was born to be in power. His eloquence can speak passionately about any passage in the Bible. If compared without derogation, his speech level should be close to that of Hitler. There has been no such person in the academy for a long time.
There has never been anyone as dazzling as him...but..."
"There is always a but." Lancelot chuckled and nodded.
"Yes...but if we want to be given the title of 'the most outstanding genius', Caesar may not be qualified." The junior also nodded.
"Is there anyone more outstanding in the academy?" Lancelot asked softly.
The tone is a bit weird, but it is easy to hear that there is a bit of joy and surprise in it. It reminds me of a child visiting an amusement park. After seeing the most exciting roller coaster, he is told that there are more exciting rides that he has not experienced.
This is what it looks like.
The junior senior was not surprised by Lancelot's reaction. There is always no shortage of such lunatics in this college, and these lunatics are always able to shine in the future. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Captain, your bloodline is
What’s the rating?”
"'A' level." Lancelot said, without any complacency or arrogance. Most of the members of the Lion Heart Guild are A level, and all the members of the current team are also composed of 'A' level. It can be regarded as
The Lion Heart Society's absolute sharp knife power made Lancelot proud of being able to lead this small team.
"The 'A' grade pedigree is considered to be the outstanding group in the academy. Caesar Gattuso is also an 'A' grade, and so am I. We are roughly the same in terms of pedigree. Naturally, the outstanding points are evenly divided into eloquence, skills and personality.
In terms of charm, each has its own strengths." The junior nodded, "But the real 'best' is often unreasonable and cannot be touched by latecomers no matter how hard they catch up."
"...You mean, 'S' level blood?" Lancelot understood the metaphor of the junior senior, and his expression became subtle.
As soon as the 'S' level bloodline was spoken, many members of the Lion Heart Club in Wutong Forest also turned their heads to look over. They had been listening to the conversation between the two people from just now, and they did not wait until the words 'S' level were spoken.
I couldn't help but turn my head, as if I heard some touching words.
"I thought only the principal of Cassel College was 'S' rated."
"We thought so before." The junior looked back at the team members who had different reactions, "But it turns out we were wrong. There is more than one 'S' class."
"What year is he in college? Is he still in school?" Lancelot couldn't help but ask in a low voice. He had attended the preparatory class of Cassel College in Gordes, a small town in Provence, France, and was familiar with dragon civilization and
I am not unfamiliar with some of the history of hybrids, so I naturally know what the understatement of 'S'-class bloodline means... It is no exaggeration to say that 'S'-class hybrids are humanoid tactical nuclear bombs in war.
, the stars in the universe are bright, so he is the supernova that explodes. Whenever the 'S' class appears in the era, he is always the commander-in-chief who carries the banner of slaying the dragon, with an iron fist and a powerful, ruthless and powerful figure.
The most representative 'S' class of this era is Hilbert Jean Angers, but that man is old, and there is always a need for the next person to carry the banner, and now that person seems to have quietly entered the field of vision
, and Lancelot had just learned about this now, so naturally he couldn't help but be a little excited... As long as he was a mixed race, anyone would be excited, just for the chance to meet the new leader.
Lancelot thought that this 'S' class should be someone like a senior, who was currently rushing to the battlefield of the Dragon Clan, flying around the world, but the answer from the junior senior obviously surprised him, "
The 'S' grade should be a freshman now, in the same class as you. He enrolled early in the first half of the year and took classes for a period of time with the current sophomore, which is regarded as a preview course. He will officially enroll as a freshman when the semester starts in the second half of the year."
"Freshman? Have I seen him?" Lancelot was surprised.
"Probably not. Do you still remember that when you freshmen had a party, we from the Lionheart Club and the Student Union came to visit?" the junior student asked.
Lancelot was startled for a moment before he remembered this. No wonder he always felt that the recruits from the two major clubs at the freshman party didn't say anything when they came in, and just walked around the venue as if they were visiting a vegetable market.
After going around for several times, I finally started talking to them with a look of pity... I was really browsing the vegetable market and couldn't buy any new and delicious dishes, so I turned around and looked at their group of wilted cucumbers and rotten vegetable leaves!
"'S' level always has the special features of 'S' level, otherwise wouldn't it be less legendary if you saw it so easily?" the junior student said with a smile.
"Have you ever seen an 'S' class, senior?" Lancelot completely lost his airs as a captain and approached the senior like a freshman and asked.
"I've seen it before. We all have probably seen it before." The junior looked back at the team members behind him and said with a half-smile. The expressions on all the team members' faces looked weird, as if they were suppressing laughter. Some people
He also vaguely touched his buttocks, which seemed to be aching...
When Lancelot was about to ask something else, the other pager on his chest suddenly made a rustling sound. Instantly, his expression softened, he stood up straight, turned around, picked up the pager and said, "This is the 'Teeth' team."
"This is the 'Hainier' team, this is the 'Hainier' team! We have been attacked by the enemy, repeat, we have been attacked by the enemy!"
"Enemy attack?" The expressions of Lancelot and all the team members behind him changed. They suddenly pulled out of the topic, stood up straight and clenched their weapons. The Heinier team was a defensive force behind them.
Team, the student union's troops can only collide with Heinier's team head-on if they are defeated. How did the student union bypass them and directly fight with Heinil's team?
"How are your injuries?" Lancelot asked quickly. All the team members around him put on masks and shouldered their weapons, preparing to return to defense. Behind Team Heinier was Odin Square, and there was almost no space in front of the Great Library.
Fortified, Heinier's team is the last line of defense. Once they are finished, the Lionheart Society's stronghold will appear to be in danger!
Lancelot asked several times, but there was no response on the radio. It was obvious that the person who reported the situation at the end was also killed. Everyone in the 'Tooth' team looked serious and turned around to prepare for support from the rear, including Lan.
When Slot turned around and was about to run and order a return to defense, he unexpectedly found that all the team members behind him suddenly stopped. Everyone sank slightly, clasped their weapons with both hands, and looked towards the end of the sycamore forest path...
It's like facing a formidable enemy.
This can't help but surprise Lancelot. The student union's surprise attack on Heinier's team was really so bold. After killing Heinier's team, he didn't want to directly break into the stronghold, but wanted to turn around and annihilate their elite force? This
Isn't it too arrogant and too much of a big deal?
He immediately retreated and leaned against a sycamore tree, raised the assault rifle in his hand, and looked through the scope at the end of the sycamore forest ahead, but he did not see the shadow of the student union's surprise troops... He only saw two
Figures appeared at the end of this sycamore path. They were not wearing crimson combat uniforms, but were wearing dark green Kassel College uniforms, stepping on the fallen sycamore leaves on the ground.
At this time, the eyes of one of the two people met him from a long way away, and he stopped in his tracks. He turned his head, as if he was sizing up their elite troops hidden in the sycamore forest. After a while, he finally
He turned around and said a few words to his companion, but he couldn't quite hear what he said.
Next, he saw the man who was speaking draw his sword, and in his hand he held an ancient alchemy sword with a blade as clear as autumn water.