Musbel Hemlin, Lancelot reached out to catch the fruit of a sycamore tree. It was brown and yellow, like a lychee, with many small thorns. It was a bit harder when I pinched it gently. It was more like the bones of an enemy who was fighting against death than the fruit. It could still squeeze out juice by crushing it hard.

"The vanguard has already reached the artificial lake. The enemy is in a collapsed army and is shrinking its defense line. It is probably going to go deeper and defend the army." Behind Lancelot, two or three members of the Lionheart Club wearing black combat uniforms on the side of the Wutong Path held a pager and turned their eyes to the captain of their own team.

Lancelot, a French freshman at Kassel College, is now the captain of the Lionheart Freedom One Day Elite Strike Force.

"Don't act rashly. If the student union is as talented as the seniors said, it would not be so vulnerable. Now our advantage has a certain illusion. It may be the opponent's temptation to attack the enemy. Once the front-line troops suffer severe damage, we will be the last surprise." He clenched his fist and pinched the fruit, gently pulled the collar of the combat uniform. The tall nose bridge of the Frenchman's unique angular face was divided. On the pale white skin, a pair of calm eyes looked at the empty sycamore forest. behind him, dozens of Lions Hearts members stood quietly on the ground and kept their guns in motion, looking up at the sycamore leaves floating slightly in the wind above his head.

No one questioned Lancelot's decision. When the tower-like man of the Lionheart Club met this freshman in France, he decided to hand over the surprise team to him. Even if the command was handed over to a dog, the members of the Lionheart Club of the surprise team would probably follow the joyful dog faithfully. Moreover, Lancelot, who is leading the team now, is not bad in all aspects, and at the moment he has shown a calmness and excellent overall view that can command this team.

"I heard that the president of the Student Union is a sophomore?" In his spare time, Lancelot couldn't help but lean against a sycamore tree to rest, and asked casually the members hiding behind other bunkers, "What's the name?"

"Caesar Gattuso, the youngest person in power except for the first generation of student presidents," said a third-year student in the team, checking the rifle. "In the first half of the year, he successfully won the hearts of the people through speeches and a series of organizational activities. He was very popular among the freshmen of that class, and the only competitor voluntarily withdrew. It is not surprising that he can take office as chairman."

"In other words, this sophomore senior with the same name as the Roman dictator is now the most famous figure in the academy? One of the best...genius figures?" Lancelot asked in a low voice, looking at the top of the Wutong Forest, which cut the sky into pieces, seemed to be thinking about something in his eyes, but the next moment, the junior senior broke his imagination.

"You can't say that." The senior senior shook his head, but when he saw Lancelot's look back, he explained, "I mean Caesar is indeed a genius, and he is even better than the presidents of the student union of all generations. Many people say that Caesar is a natural ruler, and his mouth can tell any passage in the Bible passionately and without derogatory meaning. His speaking level should be as good as Hitler. He hasn't had such a dazzling person like him in the academy for a long time... But."

"There is always one, but." Lancelot chuckled and nodded.

"Yes...but if we want to be named 'The Best Genius', Caesar may not be qualified." The junior senior also nodded.

"There are even better people in the academy?" Lancelot asked softly.

The tone is a bit weird, but it is not difficult to hear a little joy and surprise inside. It reminds people of the children who are visiting the amusement park. After seeing the most exciting roller coaster, they were told that there were more exciting projects that were not experienced.

The junior senior was not surprised by Lancelot's reaction. There was always no shortage of such lunatics in this academy, and they were always able to shine in the future. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Captain, what is your bloodline rating?"

"'A' level." Lancelot said that there is no complacency or pride. Most members of the Lancelot Society are at level A. At present, all members of this surprise squad are also composed of 'A' level. It is considered the absolute sharp knife power of the Lancelot. Lancelot is also proud of being able to command this team.

"The 'A' level bloodline is one of the best in the academy. Caesar Gattuso is also 'A' level, and so is me. We are probably the same in terms of bloodline. The points that highlight excellent are naturally divided into eloquence, skills and personal charm, and each has its own strengths." The junior senior nodded, "But the real 'best' is often unreasonable, and even if the latecomers catch up, they cannot reach the existence."

"...You mean, 'S' level blood?" Lancelot understood the metaphor of the junior senior, and his face became subtle.

The ‘S’ bloodline was revealed, and many members of the Lionheart Club in the Wutong Forest turned their heads and looked over. They had been listening to the conversation between the two people just now. They couldn't help but turn around until the two words ‘S’, as if they had heard some touching words.

“I thought only the president of Kassel College was 'S’ level.”

"We thought so before." The junior senior looked back at the team members with different reactions, "But it turns out that we were wrong. There is more than one 'S' level."

"How many students are he? Are he still in school?" Lancelot couldn't help but whisper. He went to the preparatory class of Cassel College in the small town of Proswan, Gold, in the French town of Gold, and was not unfamiliar with some history of dragon civilization and mixed races. Naturally, he knew what the understatement of the word "S" bloodline represents... It is no exaggeration to say that the "S" hybrid race is a human-shaped tactical nuclear bomb in wars. In the universe, the stars are brilliant, and he is the supernova that broke out. Whenever the "S" class appears in the era, it is always the commander-leader who carried the banner of slaying dragons. He is strong in iron fist, powerful, cold and powerful.

The most representative ‘S’ class in this era is Hilbert Jean-Angers, but that man is old and always needs another person to carry the banner. Now that person seems to have quietly entered the field of vision. Lancelot only learned about this matter, so he naturally couldn't help but feel excited... As long as it is a mixed race, anyone will be excited just to have the opportunity to meet the new leader.

Lancelot thought that this 'S' class should be a senior like a senior, and is now rushing to the battlefield of the Dragon Clan, flying around the world, but the senior's answer obviously surprised him, "The 'S' class should be a freshman now, you are in the same class as you. In the first half of the year, he took some preview courses as he is now. He will officially enter the freshman after the start of the second half of the year."

"Freshman? Have I seen him?" Lancelot was shocked.

"It shouldn't be. Do you remember when your freshmen gathered, our Lionheart and the Student Union came to visit us?" asked the junior senior.

Lancelot was stunned for a moment before remembering this. No wonder he always felt that the recruitment of new members of the two major clubs at the freshman party did not say anything when they came in. They circled around the venue several times like they were shopping in the vegetable market. Finally, they started talking to them in a pity... They were really shopping in the vegetable market and didn't buy new and top-quality dishes, so they turned their heads and looked at their wilted cucumbers and rotten vegetables!

"There is always a special 'S' level, otherwise you will easily see it, wouldn't it be a little more legendary?" said the junior senior.

"Have you ever seen the 'S' level?" Lancelot completely dropped the captain's airs and came to the senior like a freshman to ask.

"I've seen it, probably all of us have seen it." The senior senior looked back at the team members behind him and said with a smile. The expressions on all the team members' faces looked very strange, as if they were holding their laughter. Some people even vaguely touched the position of their butts, as if they were vaguely hurting...

When Lancelot wanted to ask something, another pager on his chest suddenly rustled, and his expression was instantly closed. He turned around and picked up the pager and said, "This is the 'Tooth' team."

"This is the 'Hainiel' team, this is the 'Hainiel' team! We were attacked by the enemy, repeated, we were attacked by the enemy!"

"Enemy attack?" Lancelot and all the team members behind him changed their faces. They suddenly pulled out of the topic just now, and stood firmly and clamped their weapons. Heinier's team is a garrison defense team behind them. Only when the Student Union defeats them can they collide with Heinier's team head-on. How did the Student Union bypass them and fight directly with Heinier's team?

"How are you hurt?" Lancelot asked quickly. All the team members around him put on masks and carried weapons to return to defense. Heinier's team was next to Odin Square. There was almost no defense in front of the big library. Heinier's team was the last line of defense. Once they were finished, the Lionheart's stronghold would 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 in the end was also killed. Everyone in the "Tooth" team looked serious and turned around to support the rear. When Lancelot turned around and was about to run and order to return to defense, they unexpectedly found that all the players behind him suddenly stood up. Everyone's body sank slightly, with their hands tightly pressed on their weapons, and their eyes turned to the end of the Wutonglin Trail... as if they were facing a great enemy.

This inevitably surprised Lancelot. The surprise soldier of the Student Union's surprise attack on Heinier's team was so bold. After killing Heinier's team, he didn't want to break into the stronghold directly, but instead turned around to annihilate their elite troops? Isn't this too arrogant and arrogant?

He immediately stepped back to a sycamore tree and raised the assault rifle in his hand. He looked at the end of the sycamore forest ahead with a scope, but did not see the shadow of the student union's surprise troops... He only saw two figures appearing at the end of the sycamore trail. They were not wearing crimson combat uniforms, but wearing dark green Cassel College school uniforms and stepping on the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees all over the ground.

At this time, one of the two men's eyes met him from a distance, and his steps stopped, and he turned his head, as if he was looking at their elite troops hiding in the sycamore forest. After a while, he turned around and said a few words to his companions, but he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Next, he saw the man who was talking draw his sword, holding an alchemy ancient sword with a blade that was as clear as the autumn water in his hand.
Chapter completed!