The small bronze bell outside the door rang, and the unkempt guy rushed in.
"Something happened, boy, something happened." The man held half a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He smelled of alcohol and had no idea how much he drank.
"Of course I know, Emma is right next to me." Philip shouted, covering his ears.
"Oh, so the beautiful lady is here too." Although he is very abusive, his good etiquette since he was a child allows him to maintain a gentleman's attitude at all times.
"You should be going to war at this time. Why are you here with me?" Philip frowned.
"I am a human being and I need to rest. Although I am the general manager of the underground laboratory, it is still two o'clock in the morning. You should be lucky that your favorite good friend Loeb Cadiderk can get out of the drinking pool."
I just came here to see you. I lost my knife!"
"Did you lose your knife?" Philip was surprised.
"It's hard to describe this. To be precise, it should have been placed in a small dark room during the inspection."
Philip was stunned.
Although Fountain College is a public university, its configuration is more like a private aristocratic school. This school has a corporate-like board of directors system, and the Cadiderk family is one of them. And he is not only the guardian of this underground fortress, but also the
The titular vice-principal of this college, he is a decisive and decisive man who has made great military exploits and is the head of the college's executive department... except that he is a bit uncomfortable with Philip.
His name comes from German Field Marshal Wilhelm Joseph Franz von Loeb. He was born in an officer's family. He has also participated in hundreds of wars, large and small. Under the support of the Austrian Cadidelk family, he has
The stepson suddenly became the heir of the Cadiderk family. However, he was a hunter and knew nothing about how to grow and develop, so he gave up his identity as the heir to his 250-year-old brother.
"You are a hunter. If a hunter loses his shotgun, how can he kill his prey with just a skinning saber." Philip was a little worried.
Loeb took a sip, kicked the wall next to him, and took out a gold Winchester, "In modern warfare, a knife is not as fast as a gun."
This was supposed to be a handsome man, with amber eyes, a high nose, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a wide open neckline revealing perfectly shaped chest muscles, but his blond hair was clustered on his head like a chicken coop, high and low.
The jagged beard made his handsomeness fall to the bottom... There are probably very few people who see him and are not amazed by his silhouette. All kinds of women have fallen under his pomegranate skirt. Unfortunately, he is an alcoholic.
Therefore, even though his wealth is enough for more than two dozen ladies and princesses to spend their entire lives, no one can accept this guy who smells like alcohol.
"There is a saying in Chinese that 'a sword can be sharp within seven steps'." Philip frowned, "Can't you just get a spas? Uts will do too?"
"This is called a man's romance. Only gold material can make me feel the flow of nobility. Whether it is blood or atmosphere, it should be dominated by romance. Besides, this is a Winchester modified by the equipment department. I call it
It is gold winchester k2022."
"What is k?" Philip asked.
"King, I will be the king on this battlefield." Loeb threw the bottle to Philip, so cool and confident that he said, "Emma, which cute little guy is awake? Tell me where you are."
"The specimen of experimental cabin No. 4686, which was blocked by S-level authority, has awakened and is approaching this experimental cabin." Emma said.
"No. 4686? Wasn't that just re-blocked three weeks ago?" Loeb felt very surprised. Fang Steen's clear regulations stated that anything taken out of this underground fortress must be reviewed by the archives commissioner before it is returned.
The operation includes sealing, troubleshooting, etc. before it can be re-sealed. He has great confidence in his archives specialists, so the problem is definitely not in the audit.
Phillip silently raised the bottle and took a sip: "It should be a bloodline call. I took it to prove the evidence against the three freshmen."
"New life? The three who survived the 'destruction'?" Loeb asked.
"It's two. The girl's bloodline is too strong, which caused the original little angel to react." Philip said.
"Fart, those two are B-level and F-level. How could such a bloodline possibly awaken the little devil?" Loeb cursed.
"The only thing that can be awakened is bloodline summons." Philip knew his emotions.
"Maybe there is another possibility." Loeb boldly guessed.
"What's possible?" Philip asked cautiously.
"Original Sin. Your previous research direction was all about blood. Blood comes from the original breeding product of angels or demons. Demons like the blood of angels, and angels hate the blood of demons. But after thousands of years, who is the one with the blood of demons flowing?
There is no way to identify who has the blood of angels. But the very beginning is just like God creating Adam and Eve. In fact, demons and angels are more likely to follow people who are higher in rank than them." Loeb said with serious heart.<
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"The Demon King and the Archangel?"
"That is, original sin and virtue. The intensity of the explosion that destroyed a city in an instant was definitely no less than the Tunguska explosion. It was either the first generation species or original sin." Loeb followed the lead, "We don't know much about them, maybe those two little guys
That 'destruction' was contaminated with trace particles that could wake up, which led to No. 4686's awakening."
Philip suddenly realized, "What a great way to think."
"So..."
"I'm sorry to disturb you two, Emma, the little devil in Experimental Cabin 4686 is about to break through the remaining two lines of defense." Emma interrupted.
The two stopped talking for a moment. Philip hid in a corner, and Loeb loaded the bullets one by one.
"Is that guy's goal a dragon? What can it do to a dragon? Make it come alive." Loeb aimed his gun at the alloy door.
"Good question, I want to know too." Phillip said without thinking.
It was so calm that the whole room was so quiet that each other's breathing could be heard. Loeb didn't like this atmosphere very much. He is the kind of careless guy. He likes the scene to be explosive, and it is best to have it directed at his face. Philip was covered in blood.
Goosebumps, he hoped to make a little noise, at least not as deserted as now, as if he was in a situation where the enemy was in the open and the enemy was in the dark. He was wondering if the guy would come out of nowhere and bite him in the butt.
They were waiting, but nothing happened.
"It's at the dragon seed!" Emma's voice suddenly sounded.
The two of them turned back at the same time. Huge potholes stood on the alloy wall, which were the result of melting corrosion. It is difficult to imagine what kind of temperature it would take to fuse that level of alloy material.
"Help! Life! Ah!" Philip exclaimed and roared. He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"What the hell!" Loeb frowned, "It's actually eating the flesh of a dragon."
The guy who was originally curled up in the bottle stretched out to a size of one meter, almost like a seven or eight-year-old kid with wings. The only thing that could be distinguished was the pair of membrane wings and the sharp teeth. It bit it down and directly