Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 202 Angers and Henkel

"It seems like you have a good relationship with the military."

Hengao's eyelids drooped. He was a real old man. The skin on his face had become loose due to the long years. His cheeks drooped like a lazy dog. His thick eyelids were drooped and piled there, making it hard to pick them up. Yes, does this person have his eyes open or closed?

What no one could believe was that such a guy who could be buried at any time was active in the same era as the energetic man next to him in a black suit and red roses with silver hair.

At that time, the dark clouds of World War II were still lingering over the world.

Explorers and adventurers from the West delved into ancient ruins, dangerous no-man's land, and even set their sights on the seabed and deep space. The hot dragon's blood provided them with motivation to move forward, and the burning golden eyes were what they faced. All the courage to challenge, the bell of doomsday is about to ring. It is the last century before Judgment Day. The war is sweeping two continents and three oceans on a scale never seen in human history. Textbooks will only record World War I and World War II. Conflicts caused by the unequal division of existing resources by great powers have resulted in resorting to force. However, people who spend their days paying attention to celebrity stocks and trends from 9 to 5 would never imagine that there is a powerful force hidden in this world.

The huge power of the hybrid species.

From the Far East to the extremes, from the ashes raised by the horses on the Roman expedition in BC to the numbers beating on the screens of Wall Street in the 21st century, hybrids with magical powers flowing in their veins have already ruled the world in a practical sense.

As a secret party that grew up barbarically by taking advantage of the great development of the Americas, it is naturally inextricably linked to the hegemonic countries on this land. Although the Abrahamic blood contract is sacred and irreversible, future generations will always have such and such problems. They use roundabout ways to achieve their goals.

The blood contract stipulates the iron law that hybrids must hide the existence of dragons from the human world, but it does not prevent hybrids from joining the human camp to charge and kill enemies, nor does it explain that hybrids must not consider themselves nobles or even higher races.

The former is the path the Camarilla is accustomed to.

Even the leader of this dragon-slaying organization, the legendary warrior Angers, also served in the U.S. Navy and accepted secret missions in the years after World War II. He absolutely dominated Japan and made the mixed race of that island nation unknown. Emperor, I only know the principal.

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On the other hand, the current form of the Camarilla, the Kassel campus, has almost become an asylum for retired soldiers. They pay a large amount of expenses for these big-headed soldiers every year and provide high-quality re-employment positions. In the end, a group of people who have no Even C-level hybrids with dragon blood are not ordinary people. Even if they are well-trained and experienced, are they really qualified to stay in a hybrid academy?

There is only one answer.

The Camarilla has long maintained a secret and stable tacit understanding with the country.

Angers personally went to Japan to suppress the Sheqi Eight Families and the retired school janitors in Kassel were a concrete manifestation of the tacit understanding.

Including, at this moment, because of Angers' hope, the third field regiment was stationed around Centralia.

The man in a black suit quietly looked ahead at the town shrouded in thick fog.

The steel monster roared and sharpened its claws. With a simple command from the man, the saturated firepower that could cover the town three times would be poured out in one minute and thirty seconds, completely destroying this prototype of Silent Hill. The city was reduced to ruins. Perhaps from now on, when people think of Centralia, they can only remember it in Silent Hill in movies and games.

This is the monster called science that the mixed race promotes war, promotes alchemy and word spirit, and cultivates it at all costs.

In fact, many years ago, the knowledgeable people among the mixed race have realized that in the face of the predicted doomsday, even if they master all the knowledge of alchemy, even if they innovate and make new progress, they can use the power of alchemy to fight against dragons. Such things are just wishful thinking after all.

After all, alchemy belongs to dragons.

If you want to slay a dragon, you must master a technology that is unique to humans and different from alchemy.

So science came into being.

"I say so, old man."

Even at this age, Henkel's standing posture can still be seen from the aristocratic etiquette engraved in his bones. He stood quietly next to Ange. The two men clearly had a huge difference in body shape but did not give in at all. People take it for granted because of its suddenness and weirdness.

"You are really making a lot of noise."

Henkel seemed to glance at the cold torrent of armor, but he didn't seem to raise his eyelids.

"This level of firepower is enough to handle a small war."

"I'm becoming more and more curious. What did you discover in this town back then? Half a century later, you still need such exaggerated power. To be honest, I thought you would do it alone like before. Rushing into the battlefield with a jackknife."

The old man laughed twice unpleasantly.

His vocal cords have long shriveled up, lost their elasticity, and are in a state of danger of losing their function at any time.

Even for a mixed race, more than a century is too long.

Henkel was neither lying in a coffin-like life-support device, nor was he that freak named Angers. In World War I and World War II, the atomic bomb exploded and then the information age came. Everything he had experienced in this life was enough. The once prosperous representative of the Supreme Council was destroyed into the decrepit appearance he is now.

But his old partner is still the same as before.

"Exaggeration?"

Angers shrugged.

"I don't think so. In fact, there are two field regiments on the way. They will establish bombing positions ten kilometers and twenty kilometers away from Centralia respectively. In addition, I also applied for the necessary time long-range strike."

"Long range strike?"

"Well, it's as you understand it, bang."

Ange's generous palm opened instantly, and the violence that was inconsistent with the old man's advanced age was immediately displayed vividly. He is a legend, even if he is one hundred and thirty years old, he is still a legend.

"Celebrate their death with a huge fireworks display."

"You are as shameless as before."

Henkel said.

"Remember the game we played at Pearl Harbor? It's such a pity that the female soldier actually chose you. I prepared a hotel for the night, but she would rather be with you." This reckless man was messing around on the beach.

"It's romance, romance."

Angers caressed his chest gracefully.

"Being born with dogmas and precepts, you will never understand, Henkel."

The withered old man was silent for a long time.

The buzz of fighter jets and the roar of armored monsters seemed so close.

"Yeah, I'm already learning swear words."

Henkel seemed to be sighing.

"But that's it. Some things are engraved in our bones when we are born, just like we are born with dragon blood. I am the representative of the Supreme Council and the heir of the European mixed-race family, and you."

He said.

"You're a life-threatening scoundrel."

"Hahaha."

Angers smiled happily.

"No, no, what you said is wrong."

"Old guy, if our S-class hears this, they will probably fight you in a duel."

"Lu Mingfei?"

"Oh, you are very well informed."

Henkel looked toward the town in the thick fog.

"What the hell are you doing, Angers."

"The girl ended up dead."

"No one would have thought that a Japanese plane would suddenly arrive at Pearl Harbor. She was unlucky, and a bomb fell right next to her. I remember it was less than three meters away."

"Who remembers that?"

Angers looked nonchalant.

"If you forget, the Japanese half-breeds are really unfair."

Henkel smiled.

"I know you can't love Shang alone."

"Haha, how can an executioner have anything to do with love? Let me tell you, you don't deserve it."

Angers chuckled and glanced at him.

"Old man, I really wish you could take your hands off that alchemical revolver when you say that."

"Do you think I have Alzheimer's disease?"

Henkel made a fierce middle finger gesture with his other hand.

Angers laughed as if he had seen something interesting.

"Do you know what your aristocratic etiquette looks like to me?"

The old man took out a cigar and cut it open slowly. It was hard to imagine that this lunatic actually carried a whole set of enjoyment tools with him when skydiving.

Angers puffed out smoke and looked exactly like the mafia in the movie "The Godfather."

But even the most violent mafia would just take out a pistol and kill without saying a word.

At Angers he had a field regiment.

Oh no.

It's three.

The old man holding his chest and puffing away the smoke looked so heroic.

It's a pity that the person standing next to him is not a hot beauty, but an old man who may lie down in a coffin to sleep at any time.

"Sissy!"

The thick cigar shook up and down.

Angers puffed out smoke.

"She's a sissy!"

Henkel retracted his middle finger, squinted his eyes, and waited for his old friend to laugh enough before speaking slowly.

"Can it be done?"

he asks.

"Don't forget where your Lionheart Society and Camarilla came from. The real ancient books are all lying in the archives of our Supreme Council. So, do you need me to remind you about the highest powers of the bronze and fire systems?"

"The fire element is silent."

Henkel rubbed the runes on the alchemical revolver.

"The field regiment you are so proud of is just a large metal toy in front of the real monarch, my Angers."

The dragon slayer took a deep breath, and his majestic chest muscles swelled like blowing air. The lung capacity far beyond the understanding of modern medicine began to take effect. The fine cigars produced in Brazil actually burned at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its unique cedar wood The fragrance immediately filled the old man's mouth and went straight into his lungs.

What a monster.

"I remember, I told you."

Angers shook his cigar easily.

"This firepower is just to celebrate their death."

"Did you hear that? This is the key point. Remember to take notes."

Angers smiled.

"Celebrate their deaths, not kill them."

"My old man, I never thought that with only three field regiments, we could solve such a crazy thing as an army of bronze and fire."

Henkel twitched his lips again.

"Can't three field regiments do it? I'm curious, who did you put your chips on?"

"Don't tell me, it's the S-class one."

Silence fell.

Henkel smiled dryly.

"It seems that Lu Mingfei is more terrifying than the rumors say. He can actually live up to your expectations, old man. If I have a chance, I really want to meet him."

"No."

"Oh, you really don't want to give me face, why do you refuse so directly?"

Angers picked the rose and smelled it.

"I mean, I still can't think of the limit of S-class."

Henkel's fingers caressing the alchemy revolver paused slightly.

A vulnerability briefly appeared in this old man's body. In other words, the best chance to kill him is now.

But is it really that simple?

Angers sneered and remained indifferent.

The two had fought for so long when they were young, and no one knew who was who.

Henkel sighed, seeming disappointed that he hadn't succeeded in tricking his old buddy.

"Tell me what you think."

Angers said.

"Just so sure that there are guys of bronze and fire in this town."

"Don't underestimate our parliament too much."

Henkel said so.

"Your action of evacuating the residents of the town was very covert, but it didn't leave no clues, not to mention the existence of spiritual vision. As long as you find a few hybrids belonging to the four monarchs to awaken here, you can always I can come across a few examples where I can see similar scenes.”

"Spiritual vision, there's really nothing we can do."

Angers said.

"Moreover, your secret party was not the only one who was looking for the subordinates of the four monarchs back then."

Henkel snorted lightly.

"Don't get carried away, old man. Although it is difficult to have ministers without a monarch or an emperor without soldiers, we still have ways to deal with it."

"But what now?"

"If the information is correct, the bronze and fire dragons and their king are all there."

"I don't want to go see my ancestors before the end of the world."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Angers said.

"There is another guy waiting for me. I won't die easily."

"Let the young people go free and make a scene."

"yes."

Henkel surprisingly echoed Angers words.

"Let the young people make a big fuss, we are too old to fight."

"Did you hear that?"

Angers said suddenly.