Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

"What kind of power can keep God in place and let him be killed by the punishment of heaven?" The girl, still wearing the uniform of Eton College, stood on tiptoe and looked beyond the distant mountains.

Her facial features were extremely delicate. Even Lu Mingfei could only sigh that only the junior sister and the princess could stand up to this girl.

Nowadays, the social atmosphere is open, and even the girls of the old aristocratic school like Eton College have begun to embark on the road of internationalization. They are graceful and graceful at a young age. Walking on the banks of the Thames and looking at the Windsor Palace from afar, the girls are always dressed in fragrant clothes and have eyes and eyebrows.

This girl is clean, her pupils are as clear and bright as emeralds, her eyebrows are not slender but very spiritual, and her long hair is tied into a round bun on her head.

She stood in the rare sunshine in November in Illinois, leaning against the carved railings of Odin Square, the highest point of the entire college, and under her feet was a layer of dark red granite with a layer of shiny marble tiles.

The wind blew the redwoods and beech trees all over the mountain, like waves in the ocean of red and dark green. The girl also stood in the wind, her dark green hairband fluttering, her school uniform clinging to her waist and chest. Although she still looked like a child, she had grown into a graceful lady, as charming as an iris swaying in the wind.

The old butler wearing white gloves and a black tuxedo lowered his eyelids and stood respectfully two steps behind the child. Another rather bloated shadow was cast by the sun on his feet.

"Even if I were given a year and thousands of tons of mercury plus unlimited alchemical materials, plus Flamel's knowledge passed down for hundreds of years, it would not be enough to create an alchemical matrix that could seal the first generation."

The fat and plump old man stood beside Charlotte Gottingen with his hands on his hips, his eyes reflecting the sunset and the elemental turbulence that bloomed like black poppies in the wilderness far away under the sunset.

"As the heir of this generation, I have the most complete knowledge in the world... I think the Gottingen family, which has a long alchemy heritage, is about the same as mine?" The vice-president said this with a domineering attitude, even though he was actually explaining something he could not do.

The childish Miss Charlotte wrinkled her pretty nose, and out of courtesy did not ask the Flamel mentor who should be respected in the mixed-blood society to put away the inferior red wine in his hand.

From the perspective of the academy, it is actually a bit difficult to understand that the vice-president can still stand on the Odin Square, which represents honor, with such a calm and even complacent look.

In fact, the Night Watch Forum had been muted by the administrator a few hours ago, and all posts within nearly 48 hours were deleted by EVA.

Considering that the old vice-president stole Angers' private plane and sneaked back to Kassel College at the beginning of the Tokyo War, his behavior is obviously understandable.

Even a thick-skinned vice-president had to give in to the students' verbal attacks, and then cunningly closed the forum where these traitors who he said "had no foresight" and "did not respect their teachers at all" expressed their opinions.

"In essence, alchemy from the dragon race is similar to our science, both of which are means of exploring the truth of the world." Charlotte whispered,

"But unlike science, the hybrids use alchemy to explore the truth, which is actually to discover the path that ancient dragons have taken. The seven alchemy kingdoms known to us so far all come from the kings before the era of co-rule of the kings. The black emperor Nidhogg and the king of bronze and fire Norton laid the foundation of alchemy... The knowledge of the Gottingen family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the inheritance of teacher Flamel has also been thousands of years, but alchemy is still a mountain in front of us. We can only look up at the huge shadow at the foot of this mountain."

Compared to the dragon's lifespan of thousands of years, humans are really too small a creature.

A thousand years is enough for several dynasties to change, and it is only a thousand years from the Tang and Song dynasties to the modern times.

But for a king who has always been active in the shadow of human history, a thousand years may just be a blink of an eye.

The alchemy knowledge that the Gottingen family and Mentor Flamel are proud of may be as ridiculous as a child's toy in front of Odin.

They may be able to create a defensive alchemy matrix that can even resist the attack of the first generation, but it is impossible to develop an alchemy matrix that can restrict the actions of the king-level dragons in a short time.

"You are still as smart as before." The vice-president blew the red wine into the bottle, then wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand and slapped his beer belly loudly.

Fortunately, this guy was only wearing a deformed denim jacket and jeans with holes one after another. The POLO shirt that looked like a rural leader was stained with colorful things, which might be the residue of the last meal. There was also a faint indescribable smell quietly wafting from this blessed old mule, so it didn't matter if he was stained with some inexplicable liquid.

In comparison, even the old butler of the Gottingen family looked more like a superior person in the mixed-blood society than the night watchman.

However, Charlotte knew very well that Mr. Flamel was actually a bohemian big shot. This bastard who looked like a wretched old pervert was not only the vice president of the college, but also held a crucial vote in the board of directors, and had benefited most of the mixed-blood world.

More than half of the mixed races in the world owe this old guy a favor. If he is willing, he can immediately get more than billions of dollars in cash flow from his fans, and even go to some uncivilized small country to help there. It is not impossible for the people to return to feudal society.

It is said that the first Flamel was a copyist in Paris. He was the second ruthless person recorded in human history who possessed the spirit of speech and judgment. He copied books for others during the day, and slew dragons and slain waiters all over Paris at night. . It was this ruthless man who recreated ancient alchemy from lost materials and suddenly became a master of alchemy.

He joined the Camarilla in the early 15th century. He once hoped to become the leader of the Camarilla at that time, but he missed it because of his special and transcendent identity. Each generation of Flamel would pass this name on to his most valued students. Each Flamel's knowledge is more magnificent than the last. In other words, Night Watchman, a bastard with a head full of classic pornographic discs from the 1980s, may actually be the person with the highest level of alchemy in human history.

The Gottingen family, which holds a seat on the school board, is also a family that inherits alchemy, but they also admit that Master Flamel's knowledge of alchemical theory is superior to theirs. As the inheritor of Gaotingen of this generation, Charlotte is the only one who has the hope of surpassing the Night Watch at some point in her life, but she is too young.

Knowledge always increases with age, and Charlotte has not yet had time to accumulate it.

The screams of air raid sirens were resounding throughout the Cassel College campus. Above the huge elemental turbulence dozens of kilometers away, blazing bolides fell from higher up in the stratosphere with their long, narrow tails.

A few minutes ago, the signal source in Tokyo had transmitted Caesar Gattuso's order to the Skyscanner satellite in low-Earth orbit. The six Swords of Damocles in the sword slot were pushed out of the cabin by the mechanical system. The acceleration pushed them into the atmosphere, and then the Earth's gravity carried the tungsten rods toward the outer suburbs of Chicago.

Smoke and dazzling firelight rose from the city of Chicago further away. The firelight rose into the sky in a steep trajectory, fearlessly crashing into the bolide falling from the sky like a moth flying into a flame.

The American air defense system had already sensed the impending danger when the Sword of Scourge entered the stratosphere. Hundreds of Patriot missiles were cruising in mid-air at high speed like a swarm of bees with tail flames. Every corner of the city was surrounded by missiles. A Phalanx system with muzzles rotating at high speed rose up in a cellar.

But the hot, high-density metal rod had already decomposed during the fall, and the semi-melted metal fragments formed a dense impact network.

The Sword of Damocles is still in the air, but the aura of death has enveloped an area of ​​several square kilometers. A huge arc of flames appears below the bolide. From a distance, it looks like there is a rocket coming from the universe. The fallen planet is roaring towards the earth.

The first Patriot missile finally exploded on the surface of the flame arc. Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, high-pitched chants came from dozens of kilometers away at the same time, shaking the redwoods and beech trees all over the mountain with terrifying sound waves.

That is the spirit of speech, Rhine, maintained in the Sword of Damocles by a powerful alchemical matrix.

Then a second voice began to chant the same spirit, then a third, a fourth, a fifth, and finally a sixth!

The ancient dragon text was recited by the collapsing alchemical matrix, and this miraculous sound echoed over the entire Chicago sky!

"I'm very curious about how you did it, trapping that god in place." Charlotte looked at the night watchman, and the Sword of Scourge brought the fierce light falling from the Rhine Realm like a super nuclear bomb with a huge yield and air exploded. This girl's dark green eyes were filled with rivers of red gold.

"It took the Flamel lineage and the Gottingen family a hundred years to finally be able to imprint the spirit of speech into the alchemy matrix." The vice-principal glanced at Charlotte lightly, "This technology is our secret. Not even the school board knows...except perhaps Angers and Frost."

"The Divine Punishment System relies on this technology to brand Rhine." Charlotte said softly.

In the records of the Camarilla, the spirit of Rhine was used only twice. The first time was in Tunguska at the beginning of the 20th century. The user was unknown and the results were unknown. The effect was a core high-inflammation and high-explosive reaction and a shock wave effect similar to a nuclear bomb explosion. Hundreds of hectares of forest fell, and the light emitted was as far away as the Rhine River. Everybody can see it. The second time was the Summer Mourning Incident. Meineke Cassel used this word spirit to allegedly kill a dragon king and destroy his dragon bone cross. The price was that the man who was expected to lead the hybrid race to end the era of dragons disappeared into thin air.

But in addition, it is not that no one has this spirit of speech.

The poor people with Rhine imprinted in their souls may not know that they are special all their lives. Until they die, they think they have no voice.

But Frost spent a long time all over the world looking for those hybrids whose bloodline was almost corrupted. He entered their last chants before death into the punishment system, and created the only weapon that could kill the Dragon King.

"The good news is that we went to Japan not long ago and found the legacy left to us by the White King in that country." The night watchman took a sip of wine, and an imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes.

"What inheritance?" Charlotte asked.

Nowadays, it is no secret among the secret party that the Japanese mixed race is the descendant of the White King.

In contrast, Charlotte was more interested in the legacy left by the Supreme to future generations.

"A super hybrid," the vice-principal said softly.

"Yuan Zhisheng?"

"No, his brother, Genjijo."

Charlotte fell silent.

The information about Ruri Kazama had long been presented to the meeting table of the school board. The strength and brutality of the young man impressed the school board members.

"When he sent a Japanese girl named Sakurai Kogure to the protection of Lord Snowdon in the UK, EVA captured his movements. We reached a cooperation outside Japan." The night watchman stared at the fall of the Sword of Heaven's Punishment. The firelight reflected on his cheeks. There was no expression on his vicissitudes of life. It could even be said that it was as hard as a rock.

"I'm curious..."

"Even a bastard like me has his own bottom line, so please forgive me for not being able to tell the Gottingen family about the content of this cooperation. Anyway, I got the only word spirit from that child that has the opportunity to restrict the actions of the Dragon King. That word spirit is the key to this assassination." The vice principal exhaled a deep breath of alcohol.

"That word spirit is..."

"Dream tapir."

——

God and Frost stood quietly in the wilderness.

In the elemental turbulence, even the rainstorm was illuminated by the falling Word Spirit. Rhine. Frost raised his face and seemed to be still glaring at the god, and the stream-like rain flowed down his hard facial bones.

And the flames around the god were extinguished.

Instead, it was...

water.

Invisible water wall, nine tiny dragon-like and snake-like elemental tides were quietly swimming on the wall.

The surface of the golden Night Tapir Realm was slightly rippling, and Odin and Frost were suppressed at the same time stably and incredibly.

This powerful realm was directly driven by Norton's bones. The supreme spiritual elements reappeared in the world from the eternal history. The majesty of the White King was shrouded from the sky, and even the gods had to put down their dignity in front of the more ancient gods.

Suddenly, a golden light permeated from Odin's armor.

Frost's fingers also trembled slightly.

Then the lava-like fierce light exploded, and the realm of the Night Tapir and the bronze box were blown to pieces!

The god opened his eyes again, and he looked down angrily at Frost who had also awakened, and Sleipnir also roared angrily.

But Frost actually pulled out his crutch!

That was not a crutch!

It was Xiuxi's fencing!

The old man after the blood-blast didn't even want to say anything, he just roared loudly, and crazy fire burned in his eyes!

Another violent realm enveloped Frost and Odin together.

That was the real reliance of this old man, the final product of the Word Spirit. Gel after multiple evolutions, the Word Spirit. Wind King's Eye!

The raging wind in the realm completely enveloped the battlefield with huge noise and golden raging.

But Odin didn't even dodge, all the raging winds fell on him like thousands of arrows piercing his heart, but only a loud sound of metal roaring sounded.

The god stretched out his hand to hold the fencing, and the sword shattered immediately.

He then reached out and patted Frost's shoulder, and the old man with a strong bloodline turned into a blood mist blooming in the air, like a bursting flower.

Sleipnir passed through the blood mist, and the holy spear of fate, Kungunir, picked up the bones of Norton scattered on the ground.

The mouth of the god spewed out hot flames, and he seemed to be sighing.

At this time, the domain of the Eye of the Wind King collapsed, and the god suddenly realized what he had overlooked.

He heard the whistling from the sky and the high-pitched chanting that was almost close at hand. Odin subconsciously looked up and saw that the dense fire meteors with the power of the Rhine enveloped the god in the next second.

In an instant, the world seemed to be silent, all the chanting disappeared, and the elemental turbulence penetrated by the punishment of heaven stagnated in the air and then collapsed.

Then a huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and the shock wave overturned all the surrounding trees.

This round of impact will reach Chicago in a few minutes.

In three hours, the head of NASA will hold a press conference to announce that Chicago has been hit by a meteorite.

In Odin Square, the night watchman raised a bottle of wine towards the mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

"Cheers, to the old times," he said.

November 23, 2010.

Frost Gattuso, dead. (End of this chapter)