After saying goodbye to Professor Guderian, Lu Mingfei looked at the time and saw that it was almost noon.
When they walked out of the library, Chu Zihang's text message happened to be sent over.
"We're at school, see you at the cafe."
Lu Mingfei thought that except for his uncle who was stationed in Tokyo, everyone would be reunited in Kassel soon, but he didn't know how long these peaceful days could last.
He looked up at the blue and distant summer sky and sighed slightly.
Eriki on the side stretched out her hand and poked his cheek gently, tilted her head and looked at him without saying a word, but those clear eyes that could reflect the sky seemed to say everything.
Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly and said: "Before 2013, we may not be able to live too many peaceful and peaceful days."
Eryi smiled slightly, pulled up the messy hair on the side of her face, took the initiative to take Lu Mingfei's hand and walked forward.
"As long as Sakura is by my side, I'm not afraid of anything, and everyone should be the same."
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After the roar of the wind, streams of fire were aimed at the warehouse on the shore like a volley of arrows. A violent explosion was heard. The warehouse on the lakeside exploded directly from it, and the fire was blazing in the scattered air.
Then grenades, flash bombs, tear gas... and other strategic weapons were thrown into the rising black smoke and fire.
Explosions sounded one after another, followed by the numbing sound of heavy machine guns. This kind of battlefield meat grinder, which can dominate a small battlefield with one shot, instantly became the protagonist of the moment.
After the heavy machine gun came to an end because the ammunition chain was exhausted,
Lurking in the center of the lake, with only one head exposed, the executive department specialists looked at each other.
"Captain, this firepower is too strong. How many people did the academy support us?"
"I have counted, twenty-four rocket launchers fired in a row! This firepower is so powerful. I wonder if these rocket launchers have been processed by the equipment department. If they are all added with mercury, they will definitely be enough for that dragon to drink a pot!"
"Captain, you are so honorable. As soon as I made the call, the academy sent these tough men to support you!"
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A group of landlubbers chattered excitedly in the lake, but the captain at the head was a little unsure. When did the support from the academy become so powerful?
Could it be that this is the power of being a widow? But what if the college finds out later that I don’t have a fiancée just because I just said it, will I be thrown back...
The captain managed to calm down, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Stop yelling, we are not sure whether the other party is one of our own. Maybe Spider-Man got lost and got into trouble on the road in Peru, and he might draw his sword to help."
"Why Spider-Man? This level of firepower is obviously meant for Iron Man!"
"I think maybe Rocket Raccoon is here! Look at the twenty-four rockets fired just now!"
"Well, actually I like Captain America better..."
"Don't be ridiculous, even Captain America may not be able to beat me. I'm even 50-50 with Captain America without bragging!"
"If you want me to say, Deadpool is the best..." the captain subconsciously answered, then suddenly stopped, blowing his beard and staring, "Is now the time to talk like this? Everyone obeys the order, approach the shore, and be careful to hide.
, we haven’t determined the identity of the visitor yet.”
Forced by the captain's authority, everyone regretfully ended their yearning for superheroes, and then followed the captain, paddling forward with funny movements.
"Captain, there seems to be no sound." Someone suddenly whispered.
"It's just that the gunfire stopped and I heard the sound of a sword being drawn." The captain whispered.
They were still quite far away from the warehouse, and the sound of artillery fire had stopped just now, but with [Kamaitachi]'s enhanced hearing, the captain could hear a long knife being slowly pulled out of its sheath in the rising smoke.
He came out and revealed his bloodthirsty nature.
"My dear, is this a melee fight after the firepower is covered?" Someone exclaimed, "Which tough guy in the college is this person?"
"Just now the captain said to draw the sword. In the past two years, the only ones who are better at using swords in the academy are Chu Zihang and Caesar. Before, there was a 'demon sword' who knew that Asuma was just a Japanese, so he should have gone back to Tokyo.
Already."
"Chu Zihang, isn't Caesar also in Tokyo, Japan now?" someone asked.
"Wasn't Tokyo liberated a while ago? They should be back. Could it be that the school sent them to support us?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly became excited. Both Chu Zihang and Caesar were the leaders of the college in terms of debate ability. Chu Zihang was named the ace of the executive department in the first semester of his freshman year, and the college sent them to support him.
, which shows the importance attached to them.
"I wonder if the S-class is coming." Someone said.
"You idiot, don't mention S-class. I get angry when you mention it. I keep showing it up every day without updating it. I just went on a mission in Tokyo a while ago and I won't update it after it's over." Someone suddenly became anxious and cursed.
"Ah, yes, yes! I heard that someone on the forum called for the establishment of a reminder meeting. He would block his door with a knife every day and would not give him food if he did not update."
The captain's mouth twitched and he said angrily: "You are talking as if you can beat S-level. When people stare at you, you will all fall down. Do you understand Dragon Blood Pressure Control? Didn't you watch the video of the auction?"
During the conversation, they got closer to the shore, and the captain could clearly hear the collision and friction of blades and claws.
The voice was rapid and fierce, and in the lightning flash, the man and the dragon fought for more than ten times, and the captain's heart immediately lifted.
Such fierce firepower just now did not kill this dragon. I don't know how much fighting power it has left, and whether the supporting men can win.
"Captain, is this an exaggeration? It can't be that the critical blood limit has been exceeded, right?" Someone said indifferently.
"The only ones in the school with an S-level rating are the principal and Lu Mingfei, what do you think?" the captain said casually.
"No way, I remember all the school directors are S." Someone questioned.
The captain became angry: "You don't think those adults who only say 'I think' and 'I think' at the school board meeting can compete with the principal, do you?"
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The sound of breaking wind was faster than the sound of the rocket launcher just now. The sword suddenly appeared, and the veins of the intruder's arm swam like thin snakes, and the knotted muscles rolled under the skin. This sword was so violent that it could cut the embankment.
The dragon's eyes shrank, shocked by the absolute and pure violence mastered by the person in front of him. This was already the power and speed of a pure-blood dragon.
It was so strong that it didn't choose to fight hard. It had just woken up and had been bombarded just now. If possible, it really didn't want to face this monster in human skin.
Fingel's sword failed, and he jumped out. His steps shattered the cracked ground. In the billowing smoke, he raised his long sword high and slashed down.
The sad blood color was as bright and eye-catching as the splashed red dye, and the dragon roared in pain. The knife slashed diagonally across its chest from top to bottom, breaking through its dragon scales, leaving a gap.
It originally wanted to retreat, but the opponent's attack speed was faster than it imagined. The blade cut through its skin, soaked in silver amalgam, and poured poison into its blood.
Fingel succeeded with the knife and continued to move forward with a stern expression.
This time, the dragon counterattacked with a ferocious and bloodthirsty look. The dragon's claws violently grabbed Fingel's hand, which had not yet adjusted the blade. It exerted great force, trying to crush his hand bones.
Fingel let go of the knife in an instant, squatted sideways, and used his shoulder as a cannonball to hit the dragon's chest hard, but the dragon did not fly away under this blow, because Fingel grabbed its chest with his backhand while grinning ferociously.
The already knotted muscles in the hand swelled again, bursting through the clothes, and the bones of the arm made a slight popping sound.
"Kacha!"
The sound of broken hand bones was heard.
Fingel roared angrily, but still didn't let go of its hand. He picked it up and spun it 1080 degrees in the air before throwing it towards the rubble pile.
When the dragon struggled to climb out of the pile of rubble, he spoke his spirit: "[Bronze Throne]! You can actually use this spirit to elevate your body to the level of pure blood. You are not afraid of the whole body."
Can’t the bones withstand the shattering?!”
"I have liked to eat spinach since I was a child." Fingel picked up the knife again and waved it in the air a few times. With his strength, swinging the knife was like waving a hollow wooden stick, making a loud sound in the wind.
"What?" The dragon looked confused, not understanding what he was saying.
"I said it's time for you to hit the road." Fingel shrugged, and he brushed the blade of the sword with one hand. At this moment, the blade glowed with black light.
The black blade light greatly extended the length of the blade. A twisted blade appeared in his hand, and a long knife with a strange shape appeared in his hand. The next moment, black flames rose from the blade.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the dragon's golden vertical boy suddenly retracted, and said in shock: "[Junyan] or [Black Sun]?! Are you the owner of the dual-word spirit? Impossible, how can a hybrid like you possess it?"
Two-tongue spirit?!"
"Old man, times have advanced, it's time to eat shit." Fingel took the first cigarette of the day, lit it with black smoke, exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile.
"Have you exceeded the critical blood limit?" Dragon suddenly said, "Are you a royal blood owner? Or are you a qualified candidate for the hybrid monarch plan?"
Fingel's hand holding the cigar paused slightly. He squinted at the dragons and suddenly smiled: "It seems like I caught a big fish today?"
The dragons were silent for a long time and sighed softly: "After so many years, they are still insisting on promoting the hybrid monarch plan? Are humans so powerful that they can challenge the dragons on their own?"
"There are people stronger than me." Fingel narrowed his eyes and said, "With your cooperation, I won't kill you. You come back with me. I have some questions to ask you."
"After sleeping for thousands of years, when we wake up, the world no longer belongs to us..." The dragon sighed, "Is this the so-called fate of 'abandoning the clan'?"
"Sorrow or something... We will have plenty of time to worry when we go back." Fingel scratched his head, but he didn't expect that it was actually a Wen Qinglong.
The dragon slowly stood up. The membrane wings behind it had been blown up in the previous indiscriminate bombing. It was not enough to open the membrane wings and fly away, and the opponent has not given it a chance to recover.
The opponent seems to be at rest now, but it can feel the enemy's tense state at all times and will rush up to fight it at any time.
It silently tore off its torn and rotten clothes, revealing its upper body covered with ancient totems, and a lush ancient tree growing in full bloom on its chest.
"Human, what's your name."
"Fingel, what about you?"
"Fingel? I remember it." The dragon said softly, "As for my name... Deadpool's name has never been important. You don't need to remember me."
"Deadpool?" Fingel couldn't help but be startled, "You call yourself Deadpool?"
He looked at the dragon in front of him in confusion. He was far from the Deadpool he was familiar with. He had a clear and sound logic of thinking, and was not at all like the Deadpool who was devoured by the dragon blood gene.
"You can't understand?" The dragon murmured, "It seems that we have long been forgotten by history."
Its expression suddenly changed, becoming solemn and solemn, and as angry as King Ming.
An invisible field unfolded, and all the remaining metal fragments in the field rose into the air, as if there were invisible threads connecting them. The golden eyes were blazing, and the body surface was flowing with strands of blue electric light.
This is Yan Ling [Sword Control]!
"Junior, let me tell you, in the war with the dragon clan, there is no surrender or surrender. There is always only a thin line between life and death!" The dragon roared, "You haven't won yet! How can you overlook me?!"
Fingel's expression became a little more solemn. It was also at this moment that the outline of the sun disk was faintly visible in one of the eyes of the golden boy who was equally blazing.
At this moment he saw through the invisible magnetic lines in mid-air.
Eye of Horus!
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"The battle is over." The captain suddenly said.
Everyone looked at the captain, but no one said a word. They had already lurked to the shore, but no one dared to move forward.
"Don't look at me like that. I don't know who won." The captain coughed and said, "Then who it is, go and see."
Then who looked wary and took a few steps back.
Before the captain could stare and curse, someone suddenly shouted: "Captain, the smoke has cleared."
Everyone quickly turned back to look at the original location of the warehouse.
The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing the final winner standing here, with a tall figure and strong muscles. The man held a knife in one hand and the completely fainted dragon in the other hand.
He lowered his eyes and inhaled slowly. When he exhaled, there was a sound like wind and thunder, rising like a hill. The muscles that burst his clothes slowly returned to normal, and the burning eyes of the Golden Boy slowly disappeared.
The captain couldn't help but murmured: "Good guy, this is really Deadpool..."
"I guess, Captain, that seems to be your minister, right?"
"That's Senior Brother Fingel?! Who's going to slap me awake? When did he..."
"Snapped."
Crisp and sweet.
"Are you awake?" The captain, who struck decisively and swiftly, asked with concern. Several people around him retracted their hands angrily, muttering that he was indeed a man worthy of being a captain. His hand speed was so fast.
The team member who knew he had made a mistake gritted his teeth and said, "I never saw you being so cooperative when I borrowed money!"
The captain whistled and turned around, but this gag still did not dispel the shock in his heart.
To paraphrase what someone said just now, when did the minister become so powerful?
Ah, he is not saying that the minister is not good. In terms of implementation and understanding of the "cheap" approach, the minister is also the only one in the Information Department where "cheap" people gather. Otherwise, why would he be able to hold the position of minister and stay like this?
for many years.
only……
The captain swallowed his saliva and wondered, could it be that the legends from back then were all true?