Dragon Clan: Restart your life

After saying goodbye to Professor Guderian, Lu Mingfei checked the time and it was almost noon.

When they walked out of the library, Chu Zihang's text message happened to be sent.

"We're at school, see you at the cafe."

Lu Mingfei knew 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 reached out and poked his cheek gently, tilted her head and looked at him without saying anything, but those clear eyes that could reflect the sky seemed to say nothing.

Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly and said: "Before 2013, I'm afraid we won't be able to live too many peaceful and peaceful days."

Eriki smiled slightly, pulled up the messy hair on the side of her face, took 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 sound of howling wind, streams of fire were aimed at the warehouse on the shore like volleys of arrows. A violent explosion came. The warehouse on the lakeside exploded directly from it, and the flames spread 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-scale 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 showing, the executive department commissioners looked at each other.

"Captain, this firepower is too strong. How many people from the academy have supported us?"

"I counted, twenty-four rocket launchers fired in a row! This firepower is too strong. 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 such a strong man 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 college become so powerful?

Could it be that this is the power of being a widow? But what if the college later finds out that I don’t have a fiancée just because I 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 reserved 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 if you don't brag!"

"If you want me to say, Deadpool is the best..." the captain subconsciously picked up the sentence, then stopped suddenly, blew his beard and glared, "Is now the time to talk about this kind of thing? Everyone obey 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. came out, revealing his bloodthirsty nature.

"My dear, is this a melee fight after the firepower is covered?" Someone exclaimed, "Which strong man in the academy is this guy?"

"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 Asaya was just a Japanese, so he should have gone back to Tokyo. ”

"Aren't Chu Zihang and 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 their argumentative ability. Chu Zihang was crowned the ace of the executive department in the first semester of his freshman year, and the college sent them to support him. , showing 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. It keeps showing up every day without updating. I just went on a mission in Tokyo a while ago and doesn'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-class. You all fall down when people stare at you. 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 sound of the collision and friction of blades and claws.

The sound was rapid and fierce, and in the lightning flash, the person had fought with the dragon more than ten times, and the captain's heart suddenly lifted.

Such fierce firepower just now didn't kill this dragon. I don't know how much fighting power it has left, and whether the supporting strong man 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 the school directors are all S'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 and more violent than the sound of the rocket launcher just now. The sword suddenly appeared, and the veins in the arm of the intruder swam like thin snakes, and the knotted muscles rolled under the skin. This sword could cut the embankment with such force.

The dragon's pupils 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 pushed hard and did not choose to take a hard hit. It had just woken up and had been bombarded just now. If it could, it really didn't want to face this monster in human skin.

Fingel's sword failed, and he flashed 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 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 fought back with a ferocious and bloodthirsty look. The dragon's claw suddenly grabbed Fingel's hand, which had not yet adjusted the blade, and it used hard force to crush his hand bones.

Fingel let go of the knife in an instant, squatted slightly 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 a backhand while grinning ferociously. The already knotted muscles in his hands swelled again, bursting through his clothes, and the bones of his arms 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've loved eating 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 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. He brushed the blade with one hand, and at this moment, the blade glowed with black light.

The black blade light greatly extended the length of the blade, and a long knife with a twisted blade and 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 pupils suddenly retracted, and he said in horror: "[Jun Yan] or [Black Sun]?! Are you the owner of the Two-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 laughed.

"Did you break through the critical blood limit?" Dragon suddenly asked, "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 still 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 knew. 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, but also 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, there is no surrender or surrender in the war with the dragon clan. 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, and at this moment, in one of his equally burning golden pupils, the outline of the sun's disk was faintly visible.

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 said suddenly.

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, "Go and see who it is."

That person 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. The muscles that bulged like hills and burst his clothes slowly returned to normal, and the burning golden eyes slowly extinguished.

The captain couldn't help but murmured: "Good guy, it's really Deadpool who's here..."

"Oh no, 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 members who knew they had made a mistake gritted their 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 fierce?

Ah, he is not saying that the minister is not fierce. 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 secure the position of minister and just sit there 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?