Chapter 431 The Elders and the Ancient Dragon-Slaying Warriors
The next day.
Anger led the remnants of Kassel Academy away from America, which was in dire straits, including Lu Mingfei, who had been silent since waking up.
In fact, not only him, but everyone on the plane rarely spoke. Fingel, who was always chirping, looked gloomily at the surging clouds outside the window.
The casualties and losses were too great, beyond what they could bear.
However, in the eyes of everyone, the most terrifying thing is not Norton who is sitting in Yellowstone Park waiting to be attacked, but the thousand-meter giant beast that completely destroys the college!
No one knows what it is, or whether it is a dragon. Could it be that Norton acquired the bloodline of an older creature and then underwent a genetic mutation?
Moreover, yesterday's two nuclear bombs failed to kill Norton. Instead, Norton's long-range telepathic attack destroyed nearly two-thirds of the city. This undoubtedly dealt another blow to humans and dragons. The key point is that Norton made it clear
Not accepting peace talks and submission has strangled the minds of a large number of people.
Nowadays, different voices have appeared in the human camp, such as the escape faction who left the earth in a rocket, and the bunker faction who built underground fortresses to serve as rats.
Angers and others are unswerving and hard-line war faction. Even if they fight until only one person is left, they will fight against the Dragon Clan to the end. What's more, everyone has just experienced the tragedy of the college's destruction, and the hatred and anger in their hearts are burning. Every scene in the past has passed.
The image flashed back in his mind, hitting the survivors over and over again like punishment.
As for ordinary people~
The rest of the countries are doing better, and they can still maintain a stable society. However, various riots and demonstrations are emerging one after another, the crime rate has increased unprecedentedly, and cults that demagogue people have emerged one after another.
But America, which has been hit hard in turn, is no different from the end of the world. Those familiar coastal cities have become the destination for countless ordinary people to escape. After all, all aspects are on the verge of paralysis and semi-collapse, and current flights have been cut off.
Most of the wealthy people took private jets with their families to seek refuge in other continents.
Huhu~
The plane lands at Copenhagen International Airport.
A motorcade had been waiting for a long time. After picking up Angers and the others, they drove all the way out of the city to the beautiful countryside. Finally, they stopped in front of a cliff castle. A waterfall jumped down a thousand meters of cliff without hesitation.
Falling into a sapphire-like lake, the lake is bordered by endless wilderness, with small red-roofed houses sparsely scattered in the distance.
"Principal, where is this?" Chu Zihang asked.
"Let me guess, the Cadmus family is one of the elders, right? Principal?" Fingel guessed with a smile.
"The legendary four ancient dragon-slaying families form the academy's most mysterious institution, the Elders Council. They are all an integral part of the secret party. They are an iron-blooded sect that is completely different from the academy style." Ang nodded and spoke for him.
Several followers explained.
He looked at Lu Mingfei and said, "If they mention you, you don't need to say anything. I'm here."
After hearing this, Lu Mingfei replied: "Yes."
After entering the castle, most teachers and students were arranged to rest in rooms that had been prepared long ago. Angers took Chu Zihang, Fingel, Lu Mingfei, Ling, Eli Yi and the only three remaining professors.
Went to the living room at the top of the castle.
The spacious hall is extremely old and even a bit shabby. Although the windows on both sides of the wall are wide open to let in the sunlight, it is still dark and cold inside.
"Is it necessary to save such a small amount of electricity? Turn on the lights." Ange said helplessly, and pulled a retro braided rope. The flower cluster chandelier on the top of the hall illuminated the room clearly.
A lonely long table was placed in the center, with no other furniture.
At the head of the long table sat an old man over 130 years old.
He looked as motionless as a limestone tombstone, and his skin was very pale, as if his death was approaching tomorrow.
The old man's hands were placed quietly on the table. The backs of his old hands and forearms glowed faintly under the light. Normal skin would not be like this, but the surface of his skin was actually covered with fine white scales!
He slowly opened his eyes and paused for a second on each person's face. The blood-red golden pupils suddenly made Chu Zihang and others stop in their tracks, as if they were being stared at greedily by a bloodthirsty dragon.
"Let me introduce you to the current successor of the Beowulf family." Angers took a step forward, intentionally or unintentionally suppressing the momentum released by the old man, "Beowulf, an old fellow of the same era as me, the last dragon-bloodthirsty
By."
"Ange, I opposed the establishment of the so-called academy at the beginning. Look, a group of gentle little sheep have no ability to resist the real dragon." Beowulf reprimanded in a low tone, as the last member of the secret party action team
As a captain, he has never been optimistic about the secret party's move to become an academy.
"You haven't witnessed our enemy with your own eyes. He is different from all the dragons we have ever hunted. His power is beyond comprehension and beyond the scope of dragons." Ange motioned for Lu Mingfei and the others to sit down, while he sat down
On the other side directly opposite Beowulf.
Beowulf didn't answer, because they had all watched the real video of the Battle of Cassel Academy, and they were indeed horrified by the majestic violence of the real Godzilla. None of them even farted for a long time after watching it.
The three old men under him are not his subordinates, but the heads of the other three major families in the Council of Elders.
Among them were Cadmus, the owner of the castle, and the other two were St. George and Sigurd. However, the three of them, who were nearly a hundred years old, were undoubtedly brats in front of Beowulf, not to mention that they were all in awe.
Beowulf, regarded him as the president of the Council of Elders.
It is worth mentioning that the long poem "Beowulf" in Nordic mythology is the biography of the Beowulf family.
The long poem describes the hero Beowulf killing three monsters and finally dying from the venom of the dragon's teeth after cutting off the dragon's head.
In fact, Beowulf in reality refers to an entire family. All the successive patriarchs are named Beowulf. The deeds recorded in the long poem were actually completed by three generations of grandfather, son and grandson. The three monsters killed were
Deadpool, Corpse Keeper and Pureblood Dragons.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Over the past thousands of years, more than one or two dragons have died under the sword of the Beowulf family, including countless Deadpools and Corpse Guards.
They are the most determined, brave and cruel dragon-slaying family in the mixed-race world. They adhere to the ancient and barbaric family motto. Every time a boy is born, he must be fed a drop of dragon blood crystal. This is something more terrifying than poison, but
Only by surviving the poison can one be recognized by the family.
It is such cruel rules that forged the steely Beowulfs.
It is precisely this rule of voluntary inheritance that has caused the Beowulf family to wither away in the twenty-first century.
The purity of their dragon blood is so high that the offspring of normal reproduction have dragon-like appearances, such as scales, keel bones, sharp claws, etc.
In front of us, the contemporary Beowulf once served as the captain of the secret party's action team. He was a ferocious warrior who could cross the Eurasian continent to chase down a giant dragon to the death. The so-called action team was the predecessor of the academy's executive department.
"These little guys you brought are not simple." Beowulf's blood-gold eyes showed surprise.
Chu Zihang, whose golden eyes never burn out, Fingel, who hides his strength but is comparable to Super A Grade, Zero, who is unfathomable and cold, Eri Yi, who can single-kill the next generation species, and sitting on the left side of Ange with his head lowered.
Lu Mingfei kept his head silent.
Beowulf stared at Eri Yi for a while, then turned his gaze to Lu Mingfei, who was as sleepy as a drowsy person, with a trace of bloodlust in his eyes, "Is he the one who transformed into a dragon and fought with Norton?"
Angers did not object, "Yes, Mingfei is my last trump card, and he is also a good boy I value."
Beowulf asked himself: "Is he a hybrid, or a dragon?"
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, as if as long as Angers answered the latter, Beowulf would pick up the black and red battle ax at his feet and chop off Lu Mingfei's head in the next second.
"He is hope, hope that we can win." Angers did not answer the multiple-choice question, but threw out an affirmative sentence to express his stance.
"Ahem~ Everyone, let's put aside his problems for now. Our biggest enemy right now is Norton in North America." Howard spoke, breaking the stagnant conversation.
Beowulf still stared at Lu Mingfei suspiciously, "Hope?"
Feeling his unconcealed unfriendliness, Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head, and his pair of deep eyes looked at him without any fear. The blood-colored golden pupils that made Chu Zihang bow his head were not even a trace in front of him.
Deterrence.
"you ask me?"
Lu Mingfei shrugged expressionlessly, with a faint cold contempt similar to Lu Mingze's in the corner of his eyes. This dull look made people suspect that he was suffering from the sequelae of the war.
Only Ling looked at him with watery eyes across from her. Her thoughts were surging, past memories came to mind, and her eyes couldn't help but look a little more distressed and angry. The former was towards Lu Mingfei, and the latter was towards Chu Xin.
"Okay, we are not here just for small talk," Angers showed the courage of the leader of the Secret Party and went straight into the tunnel. "I want to rebuild the Iron-Blooded Army of the Secret Party."
As soon as these words came out, the four patriarchs' heads all brightened up, as if they had regained their goals in life.
"You should have done this a long time ago." Beowulf took a deep breath, and his dry cheeks turned red.
"So, apart from our four major families, and the survivors of the college, where are those guys?" Howard asked, referring to the school board.
"The college exists in name only, and the school board of directors has been temporarily dissolved. However, all the school directors continue to follow the secret party. When I came, they all gave a positive reply and were willing to become a member of the secret party's iron-blooded army," Angers replied, "Also,
Several families of North American mulattos also joined us."
"In that case, what are you waiting for?" Beowulf stood up suddenly and shouted fiercely, "Then immediately announce to the public that all members of the secret party are determined to die!"
At this point, four major forces have been formed, namely the Secret Party Iron Blood Army, the National Alliance, Lu Mingze's faction, and the Holy Palace Medical Association.
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After the meeting, the four elders took Angers and Lu Mingfei down in the old elevator to a thousand meters deep underground.
As soon as the elevator door opened, the biting cold air penetrated my skin like thousands of silver needles.
The cave structure looks like an ancient tomb, but in fact there is a continuous rumbling sound coming from behind the wall, which is obviously mechanical equipment in operation.
Everyone stepped into the deepest stone door. The four heads of the house took out four brass keys and inserted them into the holes. The alchemical formula they applied was activated and the door opened automatically.
"You have your trump card, and so do we." Beowulf said as he walked.
Inside is a circular room that looks like a tribunal, with eight coffin-like alchemical metal cabins standing on the surrounding walls. Through the frosted glass cover, you can vaguely see humanoid creatures soaked in some kind of bloody liquid.
"Eight ancient dragon-slaying warriors, they are all ancestors of the four major families. They were concocted using taboo alchemy and combined with modern technology to freeze and store them. Although they were reduced to half-human, half-corpse bloodthirsty monsters, most of them were lost.
They are rational, but they are only full of killing intent towards dragons and Deadpool." Beowulf said with respect.
"The most important thing is that each one of them is comparable to an excellent next-generation species. Even if they face Norton's bodyguard Samson, they will not give in too much!" St. George said proudly.
Angers walked around and asked in shock: "Why are there only five? Where are the other three? Could it be~"
Beowulf nodded and said: "An hour before you arrived, my three ancestors were sent to North America by plane. The secret party is always in action, and there will never be a moment of hesitation or silence!"
"You can't defeat Norton just by relying on the dragon-slaying warrior. It's purely self-destruction." Angers said.
"Who said they were sent to kill Norton? Only by breaking his wings and dampening his spirit can we boost our morale!" Beowulf replied.
Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded in the room, and the metal cabin flashed red and yellow lights.
"What's going on!" Cadmus raised his head and shouted.
"He, they are all awakened? But we didn't activate the device?" A panicked and confused male voice came from the speaker in the wall.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The five people were stunned and turned to look at each other, focusing on Lu Mingfei.
They saw him standing in front of a metal cabin, doing nothing and saying nothing. Angers and the others saw a pair of perfect golden eyes through the reflection of the glass cover.
Beowulf swore that he had never seen such bright and pure gold, and even the next-generation species whose head he had beheaded was not one ten thousandth as good as Lu Mingfei's.
"Ho~ho~"
The five ancient dragon-slaying warriors woke up completely. They roared and struggled in the cabin, slapped the cover frantically, and stared at Lu Mingfei with bright red eyes, as if they wanted to tear him alive.
"Be quiet." Lu Mingfei said tiredly.
Under Beowulf's twitching gaze, the five warriors actually lay back down again, and fell asleep again after a few seconds.
Beowulf pointed at Lu Mingfei and turned his head to look at Angers. He was shocked and almost laughed out of anger, "What the hell is this kid?"
Angers spread his hands, "Didn't I say, hope!"
That night.
America.
On an island on the west coast, Luo Shen led more than a dozen corpse guards to finish a bloody fight.
Under her body is a third-generation species that is unwilling to surrender to Norton. The cruel words it said before dying indicate that it once belonged to Jörmungandr, the King of Earth and Mountains. No wonder it hates Chu Xin's lineage.
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Suddenly, just as he was about to swallow the dragon's blood to replenish his strength, Luo Shen's whole body tensed up and he turned his head to look warily.
Buzz!
In an instant, she caught a glimpse of a dozen corpse guards being cut off in half by a gust of wind-like afterimage. The process took less than two seconds.
Immediately afterwards, there were two more sharp sounds breaking through the air.
Feeling the threat of death, Luo Shen hurriedly flapped her wings, but before she could fly, she felt that the feeling of her wings was gone. She was shocked to find that it was actually two humans holding alchemy swords, cutting off the wings on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right.
The location happens to be at the base of the wing bone which is not protected by the bronze armor.
Whoosh!
The third person appeared, his body suddenly expanded to a height of three meters, and he jumped over with an alchemical battle ax dripping with blood.
Luo Shen quickly twisted his body, using his dragon tail and claws to attack and defend, trying to force the three dragon-slaying warriors back.
However, they did not retreat at all. With red eyes and sharp hands, they jumped and slid continuously, leaving dense wounds on Luo Shen's exposed flesh with their swings.
Bang!
Luo Shen knocked one person away, then bit him. Unexpectedly, the other person jumped up, and even though a calf was broken, he still bravely rushed into her mouth, shattering her tongue in an instant, and then stabbed her brain with a knife.
location, and releases "Yan Ling·Jun Yan".
The other two also took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, piercing Luo Shen's abdomen in the blink of an eye, and even opened a thick bloody hole in the neck.
puff--
In less than two minutes, Luo Shen fell to the ground helplessly, covered in bruises and bleeding.
The warrior with an ax cut off her head neatly, buried her head in the thick arteries and sucked the hot dragon's blood frantically.
The three of them are the ancestors of the Beowulf family, the ax wielder is the previous head of the family two hundred years ago, and the other two are his biological brothers.