Chapter 180 Until then, I, Ange, will die with no regrets
"Isn't what I said right?"
Angers was a little puzzled.
He once read about Eastern metaphysics about the underworld and the King of Hell, and then related it to the country of the dead mentioned by the vice-principal, and the place where the soul can enter after death.
Good guy, isn’t this all right?
"Right? That's silly! I'm talking to you about the Holy Land in my heart, but you're talking nonsense with me. Although Nibelung is a category of mysticism, I didn't ask you to turn it into mysticism."
The vice-principal looked furious and jumped around as if his tail had been stepped on.
Can he not be depressed?
As the holy land in the hearts of all alchemists, the Nibelungen is the place that people like them pursue throughout their lives, and he even broke through his iron shoes like a painstaking monk and traveled all over the world to find that country.
, just for the sacred faith in my heart.
Nowadays, the holy land in my heart has been turned into a mystical mysticism. It is as if someone has blasphemed his faith. If it weren't for Angers being his old friend, and if he breaks out, he may not be able to beat this old bastard. Today,
No matter what I say, I will never end it with him.
Thinking of this, Flamel took out the last bottle of Lafite from his butt pocket and drank it without hesitation.
"Hey, hey, hey, old man, be gentle with your mouth, what you drink is the last bottle I will treasure." Angers felt heartbroken when he saw the other person drinking happily.
But he didn't say anything. As soon as he said that, the vice-principal stepped on the chair and drank even more ferociously.
Ton, ton, ton, ton…burp!
What a guy, he killed most of Lafite in one go, and even let out a long, thunderous belch as if no one was watching.
Flamel was deliberately provoking Angers.
Since we can't attack this old bastard, we have to attack the opponent from the other side. So far, it seems to be somewhat effective.
"Old man, maybe we should think differently."
Seeing through the vice principal's trick, Ange smiled bitterly.
"What's the idea?"
Due to the strong stamina of the old Lafite in his collection, the vice-principal drank so hard in one breath that he felt a little drunk for a while, and his mouth was a little sloppy when he spoke.
"Perhaps your Nibelung country of the dead is really the underworld from the east. The king of hell who governs the underworld has a book of life and death in his hand, which records the names of all animals and is used to control the life and death of humans and animals.
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"Good guy, if this is really the case, then your name, Ange, should be in the most prominent position on the homepage, and it should be marked in big red fonts. In this way, the king of hell can easily take away the life of you, an old bastard, at any time." The vice-principal.
Ridicule.
"Oh my, you know I never care about those with false reputations, but since you talk so speculatively, it seems you believe the point I made?"
"Get out of here!"
Flamel snorted angrily.
He wanted to have another round, but when he saw that only half of the old Lafite was left, he felt a little distressed.
After all, he hadn't drunk such a refreshing red wine in a long time. If he drank it all in one breath, he might not be so happy for a long time.
Damn it, it seemed like he was the one stimulating Ange this time, but in fact it was his own blood loss.
It took a long while before he calmed down.
"Old bastard, you are right about one thing, that is, if you want to enter the Nibelungen land of the dead, you must be a person who meets certain regulations, just like the king of hell has crossed out a person's name in the book of life and death.
life, the person's soul will enter the underworld." the vice-principal explained.
"Meets certain regulations?" Angers raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, for example, if you have a certain brand of yourself, or someone who has entered there before, you may find the old road, just like a psychic, you can communicate with different mysterious worlds between day and night, so the same
There is a chance to enter that country again.”
Hearing this, Ange felt energetic.
"Good guys, what are you waiting for? Let's just die. Maybe our souls will really have a chance to enter the Nibelungs. In this case, we can get those secret treasures.
I don’t want more, just give me a few hundred Philosopher’s Stones when the time comes, refine them into alchemy bullets, and I will smash the heads of those dragons one by one.”
"Stop it, stop it!"
The vice-principal forcibly interrupted Ange's fantasy, "I just said that it is possible. It is just a guess. No one knows the truth."
"Then what have you been talking about for so long?"
Angers shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face, expressing that he was very speechless.
This girl drank two bottles of his reserve for almost nothing.
"Yeah, what did I do for a long time?"
The vice principal was also confused.
Why did he say so much.
The next moment he suddenly remembered, "Of course I am thinking about your precious student Lu Mingfei. Didn't you say that the other party's strength is beyond your expectation? For such an unexplainable thing, maybe two guns...
...Ah, no, maybe that country will give you the answer."
Angers' expression changed, "You mean, this boy has entered the Nibelungs?"
The vice-principal nodded slowly, and his tone became solemn, "It's very possible, it's like the classic plot in those martial arts novels, where the good-for-nothing boy is chased by his enemies and forced to jump into a waterfall or a cliff, but that's not a dead end.
, there must be hidden masters or magical secrets left by the ancients carved on the stone wall below.
The young man happily accepts the adventure, until a few years later he masters his magic skill and jumps from the cliff. Then there are exciting scenes such as looking for the enemy and pretending to slap him in the face."
The more Flamel spoke, the more excited he became, and his tone changed from solemn to yearning, wishing he could transform into that young man who had an adventure.
But the glare in this guy's eyes made people think that after he jumped off the cliff, he might not be attacking his enemies, but those peerless beauties.
"Good guy, you usually watch it a lot, right?"
Seeing the vice-principal talking with joy, Ange couldn't help but complain.
"Ahem, please be considerate. Watching westerns and action movies all the time can sometimes lead to aesthetic fatigue, so occasionally read those martial arts novels to refresh yourself."
The vice principal quickly became serious.
"In other words, it is very possible that the child Lu Mingfei entered the Nibelungen, had adventures there and improved his bloodline strength, and then walked out of that country?"
"The enemy!" The vice-principal nodded wildly.
"Is that so..."
Angers stopped talking. Although Flamel's imagination was a bit too rich, he could not refute.
Because Ange himself really couldn't explain why Lu Mingfei was much stronger than he imagined. Precisely because he knew every bit of Lu Mingfei's life over the past eighteen years, it was strange when the other party burst out with powerful or even terrifying strength.
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Maybe, just maybe... Lu Mingfei might have really entered that country and completed a self-transformation.
Ange looked at the falling maple leaves outside.
Over the past eighteen years, Lu Mingfei's behavior has always been too normal, with normal low self-esteem, normal secret love, and normal behavior as a loser.
But Angers knew that this boy's bloodline was S-level, and he had real potential that surpassed almost all hybrids. However, it had not yet been truly released. Angers was looking forward to the moment when the boy exploded, which would definitely shock everyone.
But Ange never expected that Lu Mingfei's true outburst was not only shocking, but downright frightening.
In a sense, this boy seemed to have completed a rebirth.
It's like an alchemical process that kills matter and then re-endows it with new and powerful properties.
What caused the boy to undergo such a transformation?
Or did he really walk into that country, be chosen by dying, and then come out reborn?
The atmosphere in the office fell into silence, with only the slight rustle of the little squirrel holding a muffin and nibbling on it.
It wasn't until a long while that the vice-principal slowly spoke.
He looked at Ange and said, "Old man, if we really find the entrance to that country, maybe it's not a treasure inside, but a bunch of sleeping pure-blood dragons waiting to be revived. What will you do?"
Hearing this, Ange narrowed his eyes and subconsciously sat upright.
At this moment, although the maple leaves were fluttering outside, the sunlight cast patches of light through the maple forest, and the atmosphere seemed particularly peaceful, a murderous aura burst out of the old man out of thin air.
Although Ange was wearing a suit, he looked like a warrior wearing iron armor, with a tall and strong figure, and a majestic look between his brows.
At this moment, silence is better than sound, Angers has conveyed everything with his own breath.
"Hey, hey, old man, I was just joking, why are you so excited? Hurry up and collect your magical powers, don't ruin your practice." The vice-principal said tremblingly.
Although his bloodline is not inferior to Angers, if it is a matter of life and death, ten of them cannot compare to one Angers.
In his words, Angers is a person who climbed out of hell, no, an evil ghost who climbed out of hell. How could such a guy still be fearful of hell?
"It would be wonderful if there were really pure-blood dragons sleeping there waiting to be revived." Angers took a sip of Lafite.
"I will pile nuclear bombs inside, and then detonate them at the same time. Watch the dragons struggling and wailing in pain in the flames. I will also place a piano on the huge copper pillar that nailed the White King. If there is still
If I have time, I will play a song passionately, and then it will end in a scene of fire and rain. By then, I will die without regrets..."
The old man seemed to be telling something that he was looking forward to, his tone full of yearning.
Perhaps Angers died after the Summer Mourning incident, leaving only a vengeful soul to support him, and in the end he could only rest in peace with the glorious destruction of the Dragon Clan.
"Good guy, as expected of you, this picture is too beautiful, even when you die, you look so cool."
The vice-principal seemed to have thought of that scene, and couldn't help but sigh: "If that day comes, have you figured out what music to play?"
"Let's do an impromptu song."
"Awesome!"
The vice-chancellor gave Angers a thumbs up.
The latter shrugged calmly, "Old friend, you know I've always been cool."
"Okay, I digress again. We seem to have been talking about the new student Lu Mingfei. I have passed this level. I can ignore the bloodline issue of this boy for the time being and wait for the 3E exam.
Let’s look at the situation again.
But what about the school board?
We got news not long ago that the school board will soon arrange an investigation team to come to the college to investigate the invasion of the college by the dragon-shaped Deadpool and the investigation of your precious student Lu Mingfei," the vice-principal said.
"Oh? These wolves react so quickly?" Anger raised his eyebrows.
"Don't care if it's Lu Mingfei's S-class bloodline or the academy being invaded by the dragon-shaped Deadpool. Neither of these are major events that can arouse their climax. They are already extremely thirsty.
Old friend, you have to be careful this time. I heard that the school board has filed fifty-eight charges against you. It will only take a matter of minutes to impeach you, and your precious student Lu Mingfei will also be involved this time.
Can you handle this?"
"If you're not afraid of death, just come." Ange said with a smile.
But the vice principal heard a hint of coldness.
"Oh, don't worry. After all, you are so handsome. How could anyone impeach you, Frost? Not even that old boy. That guy is even balder than my professor's son. As for Lu Ming
No, it seems to me that this boy has no other abnormalities other than his great strength, so even if those people really come to investigate, there is a high probability that they will not find anything."
The vice-principal quickly comforted him, fearing that the vengeful man would kill him if he got excited.
"That's it..."
Angers felt a little regretful.
"Otherwise? What else do you want?"
Seeing Ange's disappointed expression, the vice principal's eyes twitched slightly.
The former immediately laughed, "Of course everyone will be happy with this. Maybe they and I can still have a good drink, but it's a pity that you destroyed the two bottles of Lafite that I treasured."
"To be precise, there is still a small half left, but these are naturally mine."
The vice-principal put the remaining half bottle of Lafite into his arms and said, "Old friend, I will withdraw first. Just remember, you must not cause trouble."
"Wait a minute, don't tell anyone about the Nibelungen." Angers asked.
If Lu Mingfei had really entered there, there must be something like a brand that could allow him to enter again. No matter what, he couldn't let others know, especially those on the school board.
"Old guy, don't tell me, if you really know the entrance to that country, are you going to secretly stuff a nuclear bomb by yourself?" the vice principal turned to ask.
"Isn't it okay?"
Ange raised his eyebrows, "When that day comes, won't you be happy to see the dragon clan destroyed? Or will you be sad because of losing me, an old friend?"
"As your friend, I will definitely go to your funeral and bring your favorite red wine." The vice principal said, "But are you sure you can handle it?"
Ange said in a deep voice: "You and I both know that those guys on the school board can't fight against the Dragon Clan. In the end, they are just a group of capitalists. If you talk about dreams and passion with capitalists, it won't make sense at all. They don't understand at all.
Knowing the cruelty of war with dragons, the funny thing is that those people are already full of fighting spirit and confidence.
They think that after the dragon clan is completely destroyed, they will naturally control the world, but in fact, that is the beginning of the war."
The vice-principal shrugged noncommittally, "You are right, those people are just capitalists, and they value profits more."
"So we can only rely on ourselves, old friend. I need your help before the war with the Dragon Clan ends." Angers looked at Flamel.
"I will definitely support you mentally." The vice-principal immediately stated firmly.
"You know, old friend, what I want is not only your spiritual support, but also your physical support. All of you will support me without reservation! Support me!" Ange's eyes were stern and scary.
"Ah...even though we are the only ones in the office, don't say it so openly. I'm going to be embarrassed."
The vice-principal twitched his plump butt shyly.
"So you are planning to follow me?" Angers became interested.
"No, I didn't say it. You said it yourself. Old friend, you are already over a hundred years old and you only have a few years left to live. Why don't you enjoy the world and slay dragons and so on? Of course
There will be newcomers to take over, you have done enough, it’s time to take a break.” The vice-principal said earnestly.
"You know me, so why would you say such meaningless words?"
"Oh, I know you have always been cool. You are dressed in black, like a mourner, and you even have a knife hidden in your sleeve. For more than a hundred years, you have been thinking about slaying dragons all the time. You seem elegant.
, in fact, he is just an old bastard who loves to hold grudges, and whoever has a grudge against you will be your mortal enemy."
"Haha, old man, you really understand me, and why don't you? Why have you been hiding in the bell tower of the college all these years? Don't tell me any funny reasons like you want to retire here."
"You asked knowingly, because this place gives me a sense of belonging, and my bald son is still here," the vice-principal said.
"Ange, I actually don't like the capitalists on the school board either, but at least they know that after the war with the dragons is over, they will continue to think about rebuilding this world, a world completely controlled by hybrids.
So you have to know that we are indeed like-minded in destroying the Dragon Clan, but you must not go further and further down the road of destruction and revenge, otherwise I won’t be able to hold you back, and I might even become a stumbling block for you, even if you severely punish me.
I won’t hesitate to step on you.”
After saying this, Flamel took the small half bottle of red wine and left without looking back.
Angers looked at the fat figure of the other party leaving, and after a while, drank the Lafite in the wine glass in one gulp.