Pale white branch-like lightning shot down from the dark night and poured into the hall along the cracks in the Hall of Valor.
It illuminated everything here in an instant, and also illuminated the faces that were either solemn or horrified.
At this moment, the school directors were all staring at the opened stone box in the center of the table.
There were two glass test tubes lying inside.
One test tube is long and one is short, but there is iron-gray liquid flowing inside. They slowly squirm along the inner wall of the glass, looking like some kind of liquid life.
If ordinary people saw this scene, they would definitely feel extremely horrified.
Because this kind of liquid life is unheard of, and it exudes a strange smell. They squirm like some kind of leech variant, and they can inadvertently get into people's bodies at any time.
And no one knows what terrible changes it will cause once it penetrates the body. It may turn into some kind of monster that emits mucus, or it may be instantly sucked into a withered mummy.
But no matter what kind of change it is, it is always a fear of the unknown.
But at this moment, the fear deep in the eyes of these school directors is more of awe.
Even though they had almost never seen such a thing, they recognized it in an instant.
Dragon blood!
To be precise, it’s the blood of the Dragon King!
Their own trembling bloodline screamed and roared in fear.
In front of them, the blood flowing in the two glass test tubes must be royal blood, because only this kind of blood can give them a deep sense of surrender.
It even activated the blood in their bodies in an instant and inspired the golden boy.
Under the golden boy's gaze, the school directors could not help but enter into the deepest spiritual vision.
The majestic bells of ancient times resounded, like thunder from the sky, ringing in their ears, shaking their ears.
They raised their heads and were shocked to see a pair of dragon kings sitting on the throne at the end of the towering bronze hall.
There are long stairs in the middle.
The long steps are unreachable step by step until the end of the horizon.
Below are countless dragons who are kneeling and worshiping devoutly. The worst of these dragons are the third generation. They are lying on the ground, trembling and shouting fanatically.
Among the school directors, Frost, who had the lowest bloodline, and the middle-aged school director who was holding a prayer bead, all knelt down at this moment and kept shouting "long live my king."
On the throne, the twin dragon kings cast cold gazes.
Bang bang bang.
There was a cracking sound in the Hall of Heroes.
The long oak table fell apart in an instant.
A strong impact swept through, and the school directors in front of the table all retreated in embarrassment, and several school directors fell directly to the ground.
Only Beowulf was slightly better, but he was also forcibly blasted several meters away. You can see the shock in his old eyes.
Fortunately, this dragon king's aura came and went quickly, like a violent wind, which relatively calmed down a lot after it swept through.
Everyone was in shock.
"I'm sorry everyone, I just focused on letting you see this thing clearly, but I ignored the impact contained in it."
Angers walked out from behind the ruined statue of Odin, looking ashamed.
The moment he opened the stone box, he evacuated immediately.
However, although he did not alert other school directors, Ange quickly came to Lisa at that moment, put his arm around the girl's slender waist, and helped her avoid the impact.
His gentlemanly demeanor is evident.
It is worth mentioning that before Lisa could react to what happened, Angers hugged her first, and Lisa threw herself into the old man's arms almost without thinking.
"Lisa, are you okay?" Angers asked with concern.
"Lisa is fine, thanks to the principal's help." The girl smiled gratefully.
"I'm sorry for frightening Lisa. It was my fault."
Ange put his hands down from the girl's slender waist.
"I don't blame you."
Lisa hummed in her heart. Although she didn't say it, she clearly felt a sense of loss in her heart.
"Ange, you bastard, you did it on purpose!"
Frost jumped out of the ruins with a disgraced face, pointed at Angers' nose and cursed.
At this moment, he was in tatters all over his body, and his expensive and elegant suit was torn to pieces. At first glance, he thought he was a beggar who had jumped out of nowhere. His skin was bruised and bleeding all over his body.
However, in comparison, the injury on his forehead was more conspicuous.
The protruding red light glowed on the protruding horn.
That was just when the Dragon King's aura was revealed, Frost broke through the defense in an instant, knelt on the ground on the spot, and frantically grabbed Dier with his head, with a fanatical expression.
No one in the audience shouted louder than him, "Long live my king."
"I'm sorry, Master Frost. It was my dereliction of duty that caused you this injury. Why don't you go back and rest? There may be other shocks next." Angers said calmly.
There was no trace of guilt in that expression, it looked more like he was giving an eviction order.
"Bah! You have a beautiful idea. Even if I, Frost, die here today, I can't leave. Angers, I've seen through your little tricks a long time ago. I tell you, it's useless! No matter what today, I
I won’t let your wish come true!”
Frost said viciously.
The owners of the surrounding houses frowned greatly.
I thought that Frost was usually quite a shrewd person, otherwise it would be impossible for the Gattuso family to hand over such a large property to the other party, but the performance of the acting head of the family today was really unsatisfactory and looked more like a circus.
The clown that popped out was so funny.
However, the school directors also have a little understanding. After all, they are facing this guy Angers.
Although Frost looks very embarrassed, they are relatively calm. The fundamental reason is that they have not shown any intention to directly target Angers, so this guy has not taken action against them yet. However, Frost has come from the very beginning.
The college kept confronting Ange, but in the end, it didn't take advantage even once.
"Oh? Would you rather die here? Master Frost, please be careful. If you really want to die here, I will be in a bit of trouble." Angers looked at Frost with a faint look.
The latter's face twitched unnaturally, but he was still very strong, "I, Frost, keep my word. This is my battlefield. If I want to take a step back, I just...
Damn it, what’s the sound?!”
Frost took a step back suddenly and looked around anxiously.
Other family heads are also facing a powerful enemy.
All you could hear was a quick, hoarse whisper from the dilapidated hall, as if someone was whispering in your ear while you were sleeping. The voice was obscure and incomprehensible, but it also had a chilling chill to it.
Coupled with the surrounding dilapidated environment and the frightened faces of the gods on the murals, it immediately gave people a very strange feeling. The squirming liquid in the glass test tube seemed to be about to jump out and splash on the person's face at any time.
Swish——
Beowulf's cold eyes suddenly glanced at the middle-aged man beside him who was rolling his beads. The latter was reciting the Diamond Sutra wildly with his head lowered and his eyes closed, using the dialect of a certain Eastern region.
Perhaps sensing Beowulf's gaze, the middle-aged man quietly opened one eye. On the spot, he saw Beowulf's cold face and icy eyes staring at him. The middle-aged man
He immediately laughed a few times and closed his mouth honestly.
In an instant, the muffled murmurs of whispers around him disappeared.
Other school directors: “I%￥#@!”
"Is this the blood of the Dragon King..."
Beowulf's old eyes stared closely at the two glass test tubes in the stone box. If you look carefully, there is a fiery madness surging in those eyes.
Dragon's blood has always been something that can make the Beowulf family crazy, just like an alcoholic facing the temptation of fine wine, and an addict facing the temptation of taking drugs.
However, over the years, the whereabouts of pure-blood dragons have become more secretive, and it is generally difficult to find them. Only when you are lucky can you catch a third-generation species by chance.
In comparison, how can the blood of a pure-blood dragon compare to that of the Dragon King?
Although the poison contained in the dragon king's blood is more terrifying, the Beowulf family has always been greedy for the taste.
Rather than saying that this family is slaying dragons for the human world, it is better to say that it is for its own greed and desire to conquer.
What a wonderful thing it would be for the Beowulf family if they could drink dragon's blood freely.
"Yes, these are the blood samples that the school medical department took from the twins when they were unconscious." Angers said bluntly.
He did not quibble or explain too much, but directly told the fact that Old Tang and Constantine were Dragon Kings.
"It seems that we have indeed captured two dragon kings." Beowulf said solemnly.
However, those eyes were always fixed on the two tubes of dragon's blood in the stone box.
The usually calm old man exuded an aura of madness, giving people the illusion that the other party would pounce on him at any time and drink these two tubes of dragon's blood as if they were whiskey or Erguotou.
"Of course, it can be said that this is an unprecedented victory, and the twins have not returned to their prime, or even have a chance to lay eggs again. If we kill them at this time, the twins will never be reborn again.
, there will no longer be a King of Bronze and Fire in the world.”
Angers eyes were deep, and he told almost all the information he knew.
Hearing this, all the school directors present, including Beowulf, became excited.
This is the closest they have been to the Dragon King, and it is also the most confident time.
Because the Dragon King, who has not fully evolved, is actually just a powerful second-generation species, and the twins have not had time to lay eggs, it is a perfect opportunity to eliminate each other.
In particular, the twins, Old Tang and Constantine, suffered very tragic injuries to themselves due to their previous forced outburst. They are still recuperating in the isolated secret room of the academy. Isn't it just a cage there?
, Dragon King can be said to be their cyst.
"Then what are you waiting for! Lock up those two dragon kings quickly instead of continuing to provide them with treatment!"
Frost said eagerly.
According to the intelligence, he knew that Old Tang and Constantine were currently receiving full treatment from the school medical department at Kassel College. He didn't know why Angers did this, but it was obvious that something would happen if they continued.
After all, something like the Dragon King is really unbelievable. Let alone fully recover from the injury, even if it is half recovered, it is almost difficult to suppress it.
Therefore, the current plan is to quickly cut off this treatment and even let the twins' injuries continue to worsen. Only in this way can they continue to be weak and can better carry out subsequent research.
The two dragon kings are two immeasurable treasures!
Thinking of this, Frost couldn't help but feel agitated in his heart, and even his voice became trembling when he spoke.
"This may have to wait a little longer," Angers said.
"Wait a minute? Angers, do you think I don't know that the twins are being treated in the academy? If you continue like this, what are your intentions?" Frost sneered.
"Master Frost is right. Since they have been determined to be the Dragon King's twins, there is no need to keep them."
Beowulf also spoke.
Angers shrugged, "Fellow school directors, please be patient. When it comes to slaying the dragon, I, Angers, am more eager than anyone here, but...
Okay, I’d better stop talking nonsense, everyone will understand after reading this.”
Angers opened the second stone box cleanly and directly.
At this moment, the school directors all retreated in unison to distance themselves.
Those who didn’t know better thought Angers was dismantling a nuclear bomb with his bare hands.
The school directors were really frightened by the previous impact, and Frost ran away faster than anyone else. Moreover, this guy was a thief, and he hid behind Beowulf and hid.
In their hearts, they were also very curious as to what could be more terrifying than the two samples of the Dragon King's blood. After all, they were displayed at the end.
For a moment, everyone focused their gazes away.
roar!
The moment the stone box was completely opened, Gu'ao's majestic roar burst out from inside.
The heartbeats of all the school directors in the room felt as if they had skipped a beat.
A powerful impact surged out of the stone box.
Even though the school directors were well prepared, they were still pushed back by the impact, and even the surrounding walls cracked open again, and the walls fell off.
Inside the stone box was a glass test tube, with a pitch-black liquid flowing inside.
"This is it!" Everyone exclaimed.
"This is blood from an S-class body. Not long ago, he took the initiative to ask the school medical department to take some samples and send them to the school directors for a look." Angers stared at the sample and said in a deep tone.
Everyone's hearts beat violently, as if they were about to jump out of their chests.
They naturally thought of the architectural environment in the college that had been destroyed by external forces, as well as the flowing black lava, and instantly knew that it was Lu Mingfei's terrifying method.
"He, why would he do this?" Frost said with an extremely unnatural expression.
Only then did he remember that it was Lu Mingfei who had made a strong move to kill those dragon-shaped Deadpools and even Odin.
So how terrifying is this boy's strength?
After all, the impact of the dragon-shaped Deadpool group is already very terrifying, plus an Odin who is comparable to the Dragon King level. Of course, it is possible that this so-called Odin has not really arrived or truly exploded with Dragon King level strength, but it can
By destroying these things completely, one can also feel the terrifying strength of Lu Mingfei, an S-class.
The other school directors also looked at Angers, hoping for a clear answer.
"The S-level said that the twins are his friends. I hope that all the heads of the family can give him face and pretend that nothing happened. In this case, we are still good friends." Angers couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This was indeed a request Lu Mingfei made to him not long ago.
The boy came to the office, took the initiative to hand over the blood sample, and then asked that this message be brought to the upcoming school directors.
"Then what if you don't give me this face?" Beowulf asked in a cold tone.
"Then I'm sorry, whoever touches it will die here." Angers repeated word for word.
For a moment, the whole place was as silent as death.