"But he is not in the academy now! I'm afraid it's time to wait for him to come back..."
"I will send a combat plane from the equipment department to pick him up."
Schneider's voice was as calm as a glacier that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. The chill was filled with a desperate murderous aura. He had always been in charge of the power of life and death at Kassel Academy.
He was looking for dragons all over the world, but was beaten to the door of his house by dragons. He had never suffered such a frustrating thing today!
"The highest combat power of the college is now the principal, but we can't contact the principal now.
The second is Chu Zihang, but he is now on duty alone in the church and has no spare energy to escape, so we must bring Fu Nian back now.
Although he has not received systematic training, his bloodline gives an advantage that ordinary people cannot reach. In terms of combat ability, he can be better than Chu Zihang...."
"Is it really OK for Chu Zihang to guard the entrance of the church alone?" Goodrian hesitated and looked at Schneider. "Is this too much responsibility for a second-year student?"
"It's totally OK." Schneider's voice was firm, "When the vice principal let go of the 'country' and the students' words were unblocked, they would all be wild horses on the grassland, full of infinite possibilities. Chu Zihang
He is the leader of these black sheep. The battle will be the first scene of the fierce battle. If there are really no eyes passing by there."
While Schneider and Guderian were discussing Chu Zihang,
Manstein had called somewhere.
In the attic of the church bell tower, the classic 1952 western film "Noon" is now being placed. Law enforcement officer Jali Guber walked on the streets of the western town with a gun on his shoulder.
The movie-watching person is similar to Jali Guber, wearing a plaid shirt, a curly hat, a pair of cowboy boots, and the spurs on the boots are shiny. The old guy is lying on the sofa like a huge potato.
Inside, he raised his feet high and held a bottle of beer in his hand.
The phone rang and he grabbed the microphone.
"Hey, dad." Manstein's voice was hesitant.
"Ah, it's my baby's son~ Son, do you have something to do with me?" The old cowboy clasped her scalp with her greasy fingers. She was full of energy.
"Dad, there is an invader."
"I heard it, I heard it. The busy figures of little guys are everywhere below." The old cowboy stretched his neck, with a look of lewd relief. His son actually called him to ask him to pay attention to safety. Sure enough,
It's the real son~
The old guy was immersed in his imagination. He grinned and stared blankly.
"But the situation is serious, Dad, can you turn off the rules?" Manstein hesitated and explained again, "I know this may violate the school rules, but the situation tonight is special, the intruder is very dangerous, we can't find out now
They, and there are some very important things in the college, may be their goals. Can you... temporarily untie the 'tradition'? This is a joint request from Professor Schneider, I and Professor Goodrian in the Executive Department."
The old cowboy was stunned, put away his silly smile, looked at the ceiling silently, and said nothing for a long time.
Thinking about five minutes ago, I called Angers from my side. Did the other party ask him to undo the precepts?
It seems right? I'm older and my memory has become worse.
Manstein opposite him insisted on his own philosophy with silent silence.
"Son, two days will be your birthday?" The old cowboy's voice was inexplicably .
"Yes... right?" Manstein was even more confused and didn't understand his topic and suddenly came to this.
But the old cowboy did not disappoint Manstein, and his voice continued to change.
"I will unravel the 'precepts' for you immediately and give it to you as a birthday gift,
I will do my best to be a good father for my dear son. What is it to violate school rules?
Don't worry, I'll take the pressure on the old man Anges for you. Make it boldly, I'll take responsibility after it is made!" The old cowboy's voice was full of energy. At this moment, he really seemed to be the law enforcement officer Jaly Guber in the cowboy movie.
If you are unhappy with anyone, you will be full of energy with one shot.
Manstein was inexplicably moved.
"How is it? Do you like this year's birthday gift? Are you crying now for having a father who loves you?" The old cowboy changed his voice, his voice was intimate and gentle, as if he had really immersed in his great father.
role.
Manstein hung up the phone with a confused look on his face.
In the attic, the old cowboy drank the beer, sat upright on the sofa, and gently blew out the candle on the table in that alcoholic tone.
call!
The loft is black.
As the candlelight went out, a "spirit" that was strong enough to cover the entire Kassel Academy suddenly collapsed. It was like untiing the shackles that were loaded on the camel. In an instant, the camel turned into a horse and galloped on the desert.
Tens of meters underground of the library, dozens or hundreds of silver-blue beams slowly rose on the monitoring screen of the central processing system, which was the power that was circulating in ancient times.
The students of the college became restless, their "spirits" that had been suppressed for a long time,
Recovered!
...
...
Fu Nian stood at the top of the Drum Tower, looking at the sudden restless air below, and inexplicably felt a sense of ease in his eyes.
"This is..." Fu Nian stroked the air, like he was touching a hare on the side of the road.
"So their spirits were unblocked." A smile appeared on the corner of Fu Nian's mouth.
It seems that his reminder still plays a great role in the academy. Otherwise, once these dozen Deadpools start killing in the academy, a group of mixed-race species without a word spirit will be no different from lambs.
But is this level really enough?
Fu Nian looked at a certain direction in the back mountain and glanced at the corner of her mouth.
"Forget it, the benevolence and righteousness are over. The Cassel Academy, which has a history of hundreds of years, will not be so fragile." Fu Nian thought of the president's old man who was always full of kindness.
"Let me see Kassel's true background."
Fu Nian opened her arms towards the sky, jumped into the body, and suddenly jumped down from the rooftop dozens of meters high.
At night, a pair of dark and charming wings spread out behind him.
...
library.
No. 13, with his hands on his back, stood in the center of a room full of bookshelf.
The neat cherry wood bookshelves are covered with monographs with the title of gold-plated monographs, and the wide cherry wood desk is lit with green desk lamps, but there is no one. The names of those monographs look terrifying, "Research on Dragon Genetics"
》, "Dragon's Bones: Super Evolution of Reptiles", "Dragon Clan Sacrifice Ritual"...
He looked at the campus map on his desktop, and the underground passage pointed accurately from the underground library where he was located to the red area.
"Ice Cellar·Alchemy Equipment and Specimen Exhibition Hall"! There is also a red letter to add: "High risk! Those who do not hold licensed passes are prohibited!"
No. 13 tilted his head and looked at the signposts in the room and pointed at them slightly.
He walked from the main road outside the library to this place, which was explained as he wanted. He walked here without any obstacles, walking all the way through the library gate.
This place is in sharp contrast to the tight barriers outside.
"Is there any premeditation?" No. 13's voice was so low that it made people want to kneel down inexplicably.
"But this feeling?" No. 13 reached out and touched his chest. Under his upright body, his every move showed a noble charm.
"Is it you?! Brother!" No. 13 looked at his eyes somewhere at the end of the library, where it was exactly the direction pointed by the ice cellar.
Suddenly!
Mobile phone vibration
No. 13 looked at the phone and was silent.
"This is your second instruction. After arriving at the library, use the black card prepared for you, enter the underground level, pass the central host control room, and go to the 'Ice Cellar',
There will be more detailed instructions in the next step.”
The recording is over, and the recording sound never finishes the words.
No. 13 looked forward,
The "Central Main Control Room" is the sign on the entrance in front of him.
He stepped forward to approach the heavy metal door, and stood in front of him, it was like a thick steel ingot that was stronger than the rock layer, leaving ordinary people entering here at a loss.
No. 13 slowly extended his hand to the steel ingot gate, and the melting high temperature began to rise in the air at a high speed.
But the next moment, the outstretched palm slowly stopped in mid-air, and the temperature of the rapid rise began to slowly decrease.
One second, two seconds.
Everything around it seemed as if it had never happened, and it returned to peace.
Hesitated for a moment,
No. 13 reached his hand to a black card in his pocket.
He stroked the access control card slot. After a "drip", he heard a slow, mechanical movement sound from the metal door. The twelve lock tongues, which were thicker than wrists, slowly retracted, and the door as thick as twenty centimeters was door.
The hole opened with a loud bang.
The access control has been passed.
No. 13 tilted his head and looked at the black card for no reason, as if he couldn't understand why this thing opened such a heavy door.
Then he looked at the black corridor in front of him. The corridor was covered with white metal plates in all directions, and the red lights were all the way to the end, dense infrared rays like thorns. The distance between the two bundles was only two fingers wide, and even mice could not get through them.
A few meters away, there is a camera looking down, and there is no blind spot at all for such a density.
He instinctively felt a threat, and his body subconsciously posed for a fighting posture. The temperature around him began to soar again.
But after a while, he found that these strict monitoring systems were slowly turning off. The infrared light went out, the camera entered the shutdown state, and the red light turned into a green light. Within a few seconds, the corridor was completely open to him, and the green light was all the way to the end.
No. 13 narrowed his eyes, and the threat invisibly disappeared.
He stepped forward to the corridor, with his hands behind his back, and his whole body was as domineering as a king walking towards his throne. This made the witnesses inexplicably have the majesty of wanting to worship devoutly.
If there are indeed witnesses.
What he didn't know was that a deadly system was also turned off when he stepped into this place. The fatal high-voltage static electricity between the metal plates reached hundreds of thousands of volts. Originally, a mosquito would have flew into this space.
Being immediately burned.
No. 13, carrying his hands behind his back, he entered a huge space, which was obviously the place where the central host was stored, with black metal boxes built from the ground to the roof.
Countless blade processors are put together. The indicator lights are flashing at high speed, and this huge system, which is several stories high, is calculating a huge amount of data.