Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

The proud bloodline of the hybrids was severely slapped to pieces, and the young people who thought they were lions turned into trembling lambs under the sight of the death angel below.

The opponent is not the young Arthur who wants to pull out the sword from the stone and become king, but Kratos who is holding the Sword of Olympus to kill the gods!

The fun-filled teasing episode of the young people ended in their most humiliating and embarrassing appearance. Fenrir, the giant wolf who devoured Odin, shook off its disguise and stared at their group of barking huskies indifferently.

Several guests, including Claressa Donna, who were sitting near Lu Mingfei, were like drowning people. They felt that the air had become as thick as gelatin, almost suffocating and collapsing.

"50000000."

Lu Mingfei turned around, staring at the stage with blazing eyes, and his cold words rang out in the dead silent opera house.

The auctioneer struggled with his arms and held on to the display table to prevent him from collapsing on the ground.

The other party's gaze seemed to turn into a sharp knife on his neck. This was not a bid, this was an order!

Now that the rules of the auction have been decided by Lu Mingfei, no one dares to raise a sign to bid under such pressure.

In fact, even if Lu Mingfei just walked down and took the things, no one present could stop him.

"50 million...the first time."

The auctioneer struggled to lift the small wooden hammer in his hand. At this time, he only felt that the small wooden hammer seemed to be extremely heavy.

"Second time...deal!"

The small hammer in the auctioneer's hand fell to the display table. He didn't even dare to say it for the third time and just made the deal.

Lu Mingfei raised his head again and glanced at the frightened children in the private room upstairs. The golden light in his eyes gradually faded away.

The weight of the mountain hanging over the heads of nearly a thousand people in the Opera House also lightened, but even so, most people still lay on their chairs with their heads in their hands, not daring to raise their heads.

"Sorry."

Lu Mingfei softly apologized to Donna, whose face was flushed and gasping for air like a drowning person regaining fresh air.

Then, he walked straight down the guest seat.

…

The auction was undoubtedly temporarily interrupted, and many guests were left traumatized.

Sotheby's auction house had to postpone the auction of several subsequent auction items for half a month.

The only one who was optimistic was the seller of the book on how to build the field of alchemy with ease. The starting price of 700,000 US dollars was raised to 50 million, which was a dozens of times increase.

In the financial room of Sotheby's Auction House, the auction house assistants and financial managers were fearfully handling the follow-up transaction procedures for the auction items.

They didn't even dare to look at the young man sitting on the sofa who affected the entire auction.

Even if what flows in those pupils is no longer blazing lava, but calm and clear water.

"Mr. Lu...your payment has been completed, and now these two items belong to you..."

The financial manager came over and bowed respectfully, not daring to look directly at Lu Mingfei.

"Um."

Lu Mingfei nodded, stood up and walked to the exhibit table, reaching for the silver two-handed sword lying quietly in the mahogany box.

The vine-shaped hilt was cool and comfortable to hold. He tried to wave it twice with one hand. The weight of more than 40 kilograms was still light for him - it was obvious that he had passed the alchemy field where this sword tested his bloodline.

He could even feel the machine soul inside the long sword - or the living spirit singing in joy, as if warmly welcoming his new master.

The staff of the auction house were not surprised that this guest could easily wield this alchemical weapon. The pair of golden eyes that shocked the audience just now proved the purity of this young guest's bloodline.

"The blade is a bit thinner...and adding an extra drop of the Holy Blood symbol would make it even more perfect."

Lu Mingfei looked at the double-wing-shaped long sword rungs and felt that it would be even more perfect if a bright red drop of holy blood symbol could be added in the middle of the rungs.

"Go back and get the machine... ah no, it's Watt Alheim, let them see if they can get it."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"Is there anything I can try this sword on?"

He looked at the financial manager huddled in the corner and asked.

"I...you can try everything in this room...as long as you don't try it on me..."

The financial manager showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the things in the finance room, and after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. For things like sword testing, he still had to find aliens.

He wrapped the alchemy sword in red velvet silk in a wooden box, took an ancient book on the alchemy field in another wooden box, and walked out of the room.

Angers was leaning against the corridor, his hands in his pockets, humming an aria.

"Perfect performance. After tonight, the entire mixed-race world will feel your edge."

He smiled and admired.

"I wanted to be a flag."

Lu Mingfei said, raising the sword in his hand, "This should be mine, right?"

"Of course the school trustees wouldn't mind paying for a new weapon for our flag."

"That's good. I remember you said you were going to meet your old friends?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, he is in this auction house. Come with me."

Angers smiled.

The two walked through the VIP passage of the Opera House. Both sides of this long and narrow corridor were filled with imitations of famous paintings, from Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" to Monet's "Vettey Monet's Garden". The crystal chandelier exuded the light of The light cast a crimson veil between blood and roses on them.

Angers stopped when he reached Leonardo da Vinci's "Battle of Anghili" painting.

A crimson door hidden in the wall opened, and Lu Mingfei saw a skinny old man wearing round glasses and a cowhide roll-brimmed hat.

The man looked like a retired Texas Ranger with a frayed badge on his hat.

The old man's pale golden eyes were also looking at him. After a while, he showed a gentle smile:

"It seems that you have found someone who can take over from you, Angers."

"I'm not retired yet, Henkel."

Angers smiled and introduced:

"Federis von Henkel, nicknamed Fast Hand Henkel, the world's top sharpshooter and cowboy, my old friend and old rival."

"Lu Mingfei, an S-class freshman at Cassel College, the most talented dragon slayer in history."

"I just experienced his sharpness through the TV screen," Henkel stretched out his skinny palm to Lu Mingfei, "Hello, Lu Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei returned the greeting.

"I know what you want to ask. Come on in and chat, I've prepared some fine island whiskey."

Henkel said.

There were nine high-backed cowhide chairs in the room, and a handsome young man sat on each chair.

They were well dressed and wore a thick and simple silver ring on their index finger. On the ring were different totems, representing their respective family emblems.

It was obvious that their status was quite extraordinary, but their expressions were full of uneasiness and panic.

Especially after seeing the young man who entered the room with the old cowboy, this emotion reached the extreme.

It seemed like he was back in the opera hall just now, when he was stared at by those terrifying golden vertical pupils.

Lu Mingfei also noticed that they were the hybrids who were sitting in the VIP room on the second floor just now.

He just glanced at it without stopping too much.

"The young people in the family were offended just now. I'm very sorry. Please believe that they have no ill intentions towards you."

The smile on Henkel's face faded a little and he said in a deep voice.

Lu Mingfei refused to comment.

"Is this the young representative of your generation?"

Angers glanced around these well-dressed young people.

"Yes, they are all outstanding young people from various families. Some of the old guys of your generation and mine are dead, and some are lying on the hospital bed with oxygen tubes in their throats."

"Dragon blood is not a good thing for us. Disease will not take our lives, but organ failure cannot be changed."

Henkel said, looking at Angers with envy in his eyes, "But you are still as vigorous as a young man."

"Put aside the small talk for now, Henkel. You know I have business with you."

Angers sat at the table and ignored the young people.

"Of course, I know you are here for the 'Emperor'."

Henkel picked up the whiskey from the ice bucket and poured a glass each for Angers and Lu Mingfei.

"I really don't understand, why do you have to trouble these ruthless monsters?"

"Of course it's revenge."

Angers raised his glass and said, "I have enough revenge anyway, so I don't care about adding this one."

"You should have news about them."

Lu Mingfei remained silent, quietly listening to the conversation between the old people.

"I just heard the news. I can't guarantee its authenticity or accuracy."

Henkel also filled his own glass with whiskey.

"Make a price, Henkel."

"This is a free service, Angers."

Henkel waved his hand, drank all the whiskey in the glass, and took out a document bag from under the table.

"Take it back to the academy and open it to study it slowly. I don't want to discuss its origins with you here, nor do I want to analyze the problem for you."

"What's free is often the most expensive, Henkel. Tell me, what do you want?"

Angers took the document bag and pinched the thickness with his fingers.

"Talk to these young people, they are the real protagonists."

Henkel poured another glass of whiskey.

Angers narrowed his eyes and returned his gaze to the neglected young people across the table.

"Hello, Principal Angers. We would like to cooperate with you."

Some of them regained their composure and showed standard visitor smiles on their faces.

"Cooperation? Do you want to study at Cassel College? Although you are a bit older, our admission requirements can be relaxed appropriately."

Angers raised his eyebrows.

"It's not about enrollment, it's about cooperation, cooperation with the entire secret party."

The young man shook his head, with a very friendly smile on his face, "The times are changing, and the history of the Dragon Clan will always come to an end."

"I quite agree with your idea, but it will be more troublesome to implement it."

Angers smiled.

"So we can cooperate. You are definitely the most powerful and most likely hybrid force to end the history of the Dragon Clan, and we are willing to pay generously."

When the young man said this, he glanced vaguely at Lu Mingfei, who was sitting at the corner of the table with his eyes closed in deep thought:

"For example, we can join the school board with a huge donation and fully support you, instead of letting Frost's jumping fighting sheep hinder you in every aspect."

"I quite agree with your metaphor. Then I wonder what kind of benefits I need to pay to you shareholders who support me behind the scenes?"

Angers said with a smile.

“Sharing power, sharing the world. This is what we hope to receive in return for our generosity.”

"We are far better than humans. After the history of the dragon clan ends..." The young man took a deep breath, his face became sacred and fanatical, "We are the top of the evolutionary tree, and together we will become... the new dragon clan!"

"A new dragon clan?"

Anger nodded, the smile on his face unchanged, "Our cooperation failed, boys."

The young people were stunned for a moment. As Ange finished speaking, something seemed to open its eyes, accompanied by the scream of a sharp blade cutting through the air.

The valuable mahogany long table split into two halves in an instant, and Lu Mingfei, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly appeared in front of them like a ghost.

The 60-million-dollar alchemy sword was placed across the young man's throat, and his fanatical look had not even faded.

After only a few dozen minutes, the young mixed-races once again felt the terror of Lu Mingfei.

But this time it was not the pressure from blood, but the cold front called "death".

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