Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Is this why you wanted to catch Little Luck?"

"Haha, how can you say arrest? I just wanted to treat her to a burger, boss."

Fingel rubbed his hands with a harmless smile on his face.

"What about the task assigned to you by the principal?"

"That is, check the matrix left over from that year. If there are any omissions, you must complete the work."

"Completed?"

Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Yes, that tyrant said he would bring the key, well, it should be referring to a very critical prop of the matrix and rush over to once again perfect the seal of the Nibelungs below."

Fingel said this with some uncertainty.

"etc."

Chu Zihang, who had been listening silently, finally spoke.

He asked his question.

"I've been thinking about it since just now. That girl named Shirley is the Matrix. Can one person act as the Matrix? How is this done?"

Fingel spread his hands, looking innocent.

"I'm just a little pony boy, please don't have too exaggerated hopes for me.

Seriously, the four people present are considered combatants. Their knowledge in alchemy can only be said to be limited. At most, they only know some alchemical symbols representing elements and a few simple transformation equations. They don't even have a basic alchemical matrix. The method is completely drawn, let alone an unheard-of example of treating a living person as a matrix.

"Did the principal say how he arranged the sealing matrix back then?"

Chu Zihang asked.

Fingel shook his head.

"That's all I know."

"If nothing else, the tyrant is on his way, and he may have arrived in the town."

""What is certain is that there must be something wrong with the sealing matrix he deployed back then. Shirley, as the hub, cannot appear in the town, let alone those residents. The subsequent evacuation of Centralia residents was actually the mastermind behind the scenes. The Secret Party has clear records of the final settlement of each family and their subsequent living conditions.

And the strangest thing is that many of these people in the town should actually have died of old age.

Fingel spread his hands.

"Half a century has passed, and not everyone is Angers. What's more, these residents have also been corroded by the fire element leaked when the Nibelungs were opened. As ordinary people without dragon blood, let alone them. Fifty years, many people have died before even twenty years."

"So, who are these people?"

"No need to guess."

Lu Mingfei looked out the window.

The foggy streets were deathly silent.

The townsfolk, the half-breeds, were all gone.

Their hotel room was like an isolated island, with the endless black sea in all directions, and an indescribable giant shadow slowly swimming under the sea.

"Did you hear that?"

Lu Mingfei asked softly.

Chu Zihang and the others listened intently.

It's just that this thick fog seems to not only cut off the sight, but also block the sound or everything else.

They found nothing but silence.

""She was crying.

The young man's ethereal voice sounded in this absolute silence.

Fingel shook his body, rubbed his arms quickly, and showed a forced smile.

Haha, boss, stop joking. I didn’t hear you crying or anything.

He asked the other two people as if seeking confirmation.

"Yes, yes, sir, your Royal Highness, there is no crying at all, right?"

Chu Zihang nodded and shook his head.

"Mr. President, what kind of riddle are you trying to make? Are you talking about Morse code? I can't understand it."

"I didn't hear it either."

Chu Zihang glanced at Fingel.

"But I believe in the road master."

Zero also nodded seriously.

"Me too."

Fingel looked at Chu Zihang and then at Ling.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he was still frustrated and said nothing.

In fact, the reason is very simple. If you believe Lu Mingfei, why is this not what Fingel thinks?

The world is like this. The more people there are and the louder the volume, the more correct his reasoning is.

Quite often the opposite is true.

It is the so-called truth that is in the hands of a few.

Chu Zihang and the three of them all clearly understood the gap between themselves and Lu Mingfei.

So at this weird moment, from a rational point of view, they are more willing to suspect that there is something wrong with their senses than to suspect the road master.

"Well, boss..."

Fingel asked cautiously.

"Who is crying?"

"have no idea."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It's just that I'm curious. What price does Shirley have to pay for being the matrix, or hub, of sealing Indonesian Bolongan?"

"In exchange for...the price?"

Fingel opened his mouth.

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the hospital.

“I don’t believe there is anything unearned in this world.”

“If you get something, you must pay accordingly.”

"If, as you said, there are more than twenty pure-blooded dragons sleeping in the Nibelungs below, then what does Shirley have to pay for the matrix that seals them?"

No one can give an answer to this question.

They are just warriors, not alchemists. Ordinary matrices are already an extremely difficult subject for them, let alone matrices that are used to seal pure-blood dragons and even next-generation species.

"The other world."

Chu Zihang said suddenly.

, after all, there is no need for alchemy knowledge.

The price Shirley paid has already been clearly stated. The reason why she is called Little Unlucky is because of her rumored ability to drag people into nightmares, a horrific torment that even death cannot escape.

Perhaps what is described here is Shirley's own experience.

She was just a child.

Fingel pursed his lips.

"Boss, I know you may feel uncomfortable, but that's how people live in this damn world. Some things have to be done, so what if you don't want to?"

He took out a printed sketch from his arms. It looked like a ward. There was a hospital bed next to the window. The pale girl sat on the head of the bed, and the strong man knelt on one knee beside the bed, bowing his head slightly.

The girl put her hands on the man's head and smiled with her eyes narrowed.

This portrait is a perfect portrait of a knight who is swearing allegiance to the princess.

But the religious implications of the composition are stronger than allegiance.

So perhaps the word confession would be more appropriate.

A man who confesses to a girl.

The man is young Angers.

Girls are naturally unlucky.

Although the little hapless girl he saw during the day was a lot dirty and didn't smile, the two girls' facial features were so similar, especially their unique bright red eyes, that it was no wonder that Fingel recognized them at a glance.

Speaking of which, this eye color is the only color in the sketch. It is obviously red, but it is not as dangerous and violent as the flames. It only makes people feel warm.

"No one was sacrificed."

Fingal said.

"This is what the tyrant asked me to hand over to you, boss."

Lu Mingfei silently took the sketch and stretched out his hand to touch it gently.

"Also, he has something he hopes I can help convey."

"Well, I understand."

Fingel was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, what do you know?"

Lu Mingfei put away the sketch, but changed the topic.

"I remember you just said that the principal has arrived?"

"Yes."

Fingel thought for a moment.

"He should be outside the town. This is very important. Once the seal fails and the pure-blooded dragons from the Nibelungs come to the world, human society will suffer unbearable damage."

"Is it really possible for modern humans to cope with an army composed of pure-blooded dragons?"

Fingel shook his head.

"Boss, I simply can't imagine how much damage these pure-blooded dragons can cause to the world."

"And don't forget, Centralia has also been selected as the trial ground for the Iron Throne. What we are about to face may not only be a dragon army, but maybe also a king who commands the army."

"so what."

Lu Mingfei said.

"so?"

Fingel asked, somewhat confused by the S-class rhetorical question.

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

"So you have to re-strengthen this seal, use Shirley's child as the matrix, and let her continue to sacrifice for the safety of all mankind."

Fingel said nothing.

In fact, this is an obvious thing. As long as you are a mature person, whether you are a mature politician, a mature businessman, or a mature warrior, no matter who you are, you will make this choice.

The lesser of two evils.

And their current situation is not unlike the trolley problem in philosophy.

The trolley problem is that if you press the gate, five people will live, at the cost of an innocent life. If you turn a blind eye, the innocent people can survive safely, but those five people will die.

But the situation faced by Lu Mingfei and others was different.

On one side are almost all humans in the world, on the other side is Shirley, tens of millions of people are compared to one person, and this girl named Shirley does this voluntarily, and the choice she makes has nothing to do with others.

But ah.

Can you feel at ease just by saying voluntarily?

"Have you ever wondered why the principal didn't just give you the key to strengthening the seal?"

Facing Lu Mingfei's question, Fingel fell into deep thought.

"I got it!"

His eyes lit up.

"The damn tyrant wants a work trip?"

Three pairs of eyes stared at him faintly.

"Hahaha, I'm joking to lighten the mood. Don't worry, don't worry!"

Of course Lu Mingfei didn't care.

Doesn’t he know the virtues of his roommate in the next few days? Fingel would have died eight hundred times if he was offended by such a trivial matter.

"The principal is probably hesitant as well."

Lu Mingfei looked at the man in the sketch kneeling on one knee in front of the girl's bed.

"Even legends have to make choices. In the end, they are still too weak."

"That's why you gave me the choice button."

Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

"Do you know why I want to teach martial arts to others?"

Fingel was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know how the S-class could come up with such a sentence without thinking.

Without waiting for an answer, Lu Mingfei spoke on his own.

"It's because I can't bear to hear people cry."

He smiled and turned to the three thoughtful people.

"I know you are curious and why I want to waste a day investigating, right?"

Fingel, Chu Zihang and Ling all looked at him.

The obvious clue of Little Bad Luck was placed in front of them from the beginning. Everyone could see the problem with this girl at that time, but Lu Mingfei did not choose to investigate the girl, and instead continued to act separately according to last night's plan.

It could have been explained by the reason that Lu Mingfei didn't notice Little Bad Luck, but according to what the S-class meant now, he noticed the girl from the beginning, but deliberately ignored it. There seemed to be a different intention in it.

"Because I heard it."

"From the very beginning, when I entered this town, I heard it."

Lu Mingfei looked at the door.

"You're crying."

At some point, a girl wrapped in a dirty cloak stood at the door.

She looked at the four people in the room with her bright red eyes.

Little bad luck.

"I heard people crying in the hospital."

"But I can't find who it is."

"It wasn't until just now that I suddenly understood."

Lu Mingfei let out a breath.

"You must be crying in your dreams, Shirley."

Little Bad Luck didn't seem to hear it and remained indifferent.

She reached out to Lu Mingfei and the others.

The thick fog suddenly surged like boiling rice porridge.

There is some terrifying dark shadow looming in it.

Someone could still vaguely hear howling and screaming in pain.

Fingel's expression changed wildly, and his muscles all over his body tensed. He instantly turned over and stood up, like an energetic lion, ready to pounce at any time.

Chu Zihang and Ling also put on fighting postures at the same time. As elite dragon slayers, they were sensitive to the terrifying pressure on the little unfortunate body at this moment, which was the suppression from the dragon bloodline.

Lu Mingfei was alone, with no attack or defense.

He also extended his hand.

He grabbed the little unfortunate hand.

"Actually, you are asking for help."

"do not be afraid."

This is the first time that someone has not escaped from the hands of a little misfortune.

The girl looked at Lu Mingfei steadily.

"I'll find you."

The thick fog swallowed up Lu Mingfei's gentle face.

What he said was obviously so light.

But it suppressed all the roars and roars of the monsters.

"Shirley."

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"Sir, the third field regiment has been deployed."

Angers returned a military salute.

"Very well, soldiers, now I order you to stand by and be ready for battle at any time."

"yes!"

The roaring fighter jets drew white tracks over Centralia.

The torrent of steel armor crushed the ground and rolled in the gravel.

The secret satellites of the world's most powerful nation adjust their orbits to provide information for the vast army surrounding this small American town.

When the time comes to the 21st century, war has become more information-based and automated. When a soldier in an armored vehicle presses the launch switch of a rocket launcher, it is just a slight movement of his finger, but from a macro perspective, it is The linkage from the ground command headquarters to the overall sky satellite is a miracle that can only be achieved by a complete set of modern scientific systems.

Angers tapped the headset, causing the channel to fall into temporary silence.

He stared at the town in front of him in the thick fog.

All that can be done next is to wait, and only to wait, to see whether the one who comes out in the end will be their hero, a new legend, or an overwhelming dragon.

The former is naturally the best. The grand banquet and the highest honor will all become footnotes to the new legend.

Of course, it's more likely to be the latter.

It doesn't matter if it's the latter. Angers has been fighting all his life and doesn't mind adding a few more strokes to his achievements, especially if he uses the blood of a pure-blooded dragon as the ink.

They have accumulated strength for so long, and have cultivated a behemoth called science through alchemy and word spirit. Today, they will use this to say hello to the pure-blooded dragons and say to them, ancestors, times have changed. .