Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Is there any way?"

"Brother, this is fate."

"I never believe that these things exist, so I'm just asking you if there is any way."

"If it's completely resolved, no."

"Oh, so, is there any other way?"

"Um."

said Constantine.

"Sleep."

Dragons have characteristics similar to those of snakes shedding their skin, but they are more mysterious. The sleep Constantine mentioned is not simply taking a nap, but dragons abandoning their bodies and putting their souls into cocoons, which is equivalent to a phoenix bathing in fire. In Lu Mingfei's understanding, when they wake up from their slumber many years later, its nature is no less than the return from reincarnation in the novel, or the way dragons emerge from their cocoons in mysticism. It has a new concept.

It is precisely because of this that the Dragon King can use the method of sleeping to suppress the desire to devour each other.

And at this point in time, the twins of earth and mountain have fallen asleep, and the monarchs on the throne are born with a curse. Who can imagine waking up to find that they are devouring the flesh and blood of their loved ones? Just fantasizing about such a scene is already extremely painful, not to mention living in torment day and night like twins, like souls sinking into endless hell. Perhaps death is the release.

Constantine is going to choose to sleep.

The twins of bronze and fire could no longer bear the torment of the curse.

Several times they nearly died at each other's hands, or mouths.

This is real death, new flowers blooming from the corpses of the twins, this is a powerful individual, this is a god-like individual, but he is not Norton or Constantine.

Constantine began to prepare for sleep.

Building a palace, constructing a Nibelung suitable for sleeping, and adjusting the rules in the Nibelung are quite huge projects even for the Dragon King.

Moreover, the construction of the Nibelung roots is not suitable for outsiders, no matter how loyal the subjects are. For dragons, their sleeping place has a very special meaning, because they are the weakest in the cocoon. They are the most powerless. If someone finds them, they will not have the strength to resist if they want to destroy the cocoon.

"Brother, it's done, here it is."

“Constantine built a bronze city and opened up the Nibelungen in the bronze city. He took Lu Mingfei all the way and finally reached the familiar valley.

"You made this too."

"Um."

Constantine looked at the creek watermill and thatched hut with nostalgia.

"I hope I can sleep in the place where I lived with my brother."

He asked Lu Mingfei again.

"What about you, brother, are you really not going to come along?"

"I've said this before."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"I have my own things to do. You should go to bed."

When Constantine simplified and closed his eyes at the end.

What I saw was my brother's face.

"I'm sleeping, brother."

"Well, don't worry, when you wake up, that fate will definitely be solved by me."

Constantine smiled, and his consciousness fell into absolute silence. It was a state above death, but it was different from death in the ordinary sense. As a dragon, he would be able to return from it and wake up after a long time. Open your eyes.

"Breaking fate..."

said Constantine.

"Brother, come on."

"Then, good night."

"OK, good night."

Lu Mingfei said.

The cocoon in which dragons sleep is different from the cocoon in which they transform. If Lu Mingfei hadn't watched Constantine sleep with his own eyes, he would never have connected the existence of the brass can in front of him with the cocoon.

Lu Mingfei stroked the surface of the brass jar. He seemed to be able to feel Constantine's heartbeat inside. He put his ear to it and heard nothing.

He knew that the heartbeat induction was just an illusion. The sleeping dragon had no vital signs. Unless they started to revive, who would have thought that such a brass jar would actually contain one of the twins of bronze and fire.

"Sleep, sleep, have a good sleep."

"We have been harassed quite a lot these days."

"Look, you almost have dark circles under your eyes. Tsk tsk. You are the Dragon King after all. What's the matter with the dark circles under your eyes?"

Lu Mingfei took back his hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist.

"It's been a while since I've been forced to do this for the first time."

"You want to see brothers killing each other, right?"

"You want to be born from both of our corpses, right?"

Lu Mingfei smiled lightly.

Although he is so gentle, it makes people's hearts tremble, like a bucket of ice water being poured on them, making their hearts shrink.

"Then from now on, I'll play with you."

He would not choose to sleep.

Sleeping is not a real solution to the problem, it is just a stop-gap measure. After waking up, the hidden dangers will still exist, and one day the twins' desire to devour each other will reappear, so Lu Mingfei will not choose sleeping.

He is the kind of person who accepts death.

Since someone wants him and Constantine to kill each other.

Then he would pull this guy out and beat him to death directly.

This is him. He doesn't have so many calculations, plans, and so on. He is a warrior. He can solve things with his fists instead of using his brain.

Lu Mingfei looked at his own reflection reflected in the creek.

The gaze was like seeing another person through the water.

"Next, just find you."

…………

It's been seven days.

In the principal's office, behind the desk, Ange looked at the black tea that was about to cool down opposite, and was lost in thought for a long time.

There was no news from either Lu Mingfei or the devil.

The blockade outside the town of Centralia continues. With the influence of the secret party on the military, they have ensured the strength of a regiment in the local area to monitor around the clock, not only externally but also internally. At the same time, the field regiment monitors the situation within half an hour. The unit launched reconnaissance operations against Centralia, including but not limited to frontal breakthroughs, parachute drops, and tunnels. However, as of the information received by Angers five minutes ago, all operations ended in failure.

In other words, to the outside world, Centralia is a completely closed black box. No one knows what is going on inside. The most optimistic guess is that the closure of the town will be lifted after the Iron Throne Trial. Ming Fei's situation, or in other words, whether this young hero who has just established a great career in dragon slaying, whether he is alive or dead, will come to light.

But this is only the most optimistic scenario.

There is also a possibility that this town will never be opened, and it will become a mysterious area like Bermuda and Easter Island, becoming the talk of countless people who are curious about unsolved mysteries.

And the S-class lost in it will become the secret of the other world. Maybe some hybrids will recall in their occasional leisure time that there was such a boy between the huge sky and the sea who once slayed a dragon.

But that's all.

Heroes are certainly worth remembering, but if the hero has passed away and can no longer lead people to move forward, then his value will only be remembered.

Angers' mood was complicated.

As a principal, a teacher, or even an elder, he could not allow himself to give up on Lu Mingfei.

And this S-class is related to the plan for the next few years. Even if Lu Mingfei has undergone a completely reborn change, the reborn protagonist is still the protagonist. In other words, the current Lu Mingfei is compared to the child in the original plan. ,, will be more suitable to take on the important task of destiny.

But now the main character is missing.

Is there any point in having a plan without the protagonist?

As a warrior, as a dragon slayer, and, as an avenger.

Angers must calm down, abandon those useless emotions, and make judgments from the perspective of the overall situation.

There were two files in front of him.

This is a backup plan. It is the secret accumulated by the secret party for many years. He must prepare for the worst. If Lu Mingfei is lost in Centralia and can never return, these two plans will be activated to welcome The Dragon King is gradually resurrected, and the end of 2012.

One file had "Hall of Valor" written on the cover.

This is a plan that the Camarilla has been carrying out since its inception. It is said that it draws inspiration from the records of Nordic mythology. In the legend, the Lord God Odin ordered the Valkyrie to go to the human world for the battle of Ragnarok to lead brave warriors. The souls of the warriors went to the Hall of Valor. Odin prepared barbecue and fine wine, and let these heroic spirits have feasts every day, eating meat and drinking wine. He also let the heroic spirits compete with each other to hone their fighting skills until the day of Ragnarok. , he led the warriors in the Hall of Valor onto the battlefield.

The ancestors of the Camarilla adopted the same strategy. They also established the Hall of Valor belonging to the Dragon Slayer. This is the true foundation of a hybrid organization. Once the worst outcome occurs, Cassel loses his S-class. Maybe it's time to awaken the heroic spirits.

Angers pondered and did not make a decision immediately. He turned his attention to the second file. Compared with the Hall of Valor plan, this file was obviously much thinner and obviously had less content. The two big words on the cover were the plan. The title, surprisingly, is in Chinese.

The old man pronounced these two words.

"Kyushu"

Compared with the Hall of Valor plan, which the secret party invested heavily in, the plan code-named "Kyushu" is only a draft, but Angers has shown considerable enthusiasm for it. After all, the ceiling of the Hall of Valor plan is visible to the naked eye, and the experienced Dragon slayers are of no help in the face of the absolute disparity in strength. Can they kill the Dragon King with their numbers? Perhaps Angers thought there was hope for this in the past, but after witnessing the battle between Mingfei and the Bronze Subjects in the middle of the Nibelungen, the old man's mind changed. He firmly believed that what the mixed race needed was Heroes, not armies.

In fact, the Camarilla has already learned a lesson about this kind of thing. The operation in Greenland that year showed that what the Camarilla needed was a real hero rather than a well-trained army.

But...a hero?

Angers thought of the boy again.

The hand that was about to open the Kyushu plan book paused.

Indeed, according to what Lu Mingfei said, the height of Jiuzhou martial arts is very impressive, even comparable to that of the Black King.

But if Lu Mingfei is lost, is this plan still necessary?

No, that should be said. Can the Kyushu Project continue?

Angre pinched his eyebrows.

"Norma, how's it going over there in Centralia?"

"Still unable to enter the town, Mr. Principal."

"I see."

"Also, Caesar Gattuso has arrived in Centralia."

"Oh, is Caesar here?"

Ang thought for a moment.

"I remember, Chu Zihang and the others are still there."

"Yes, the S-class team is still in Centralia and has refused orders to return to Kassel three times. Do you need me to send another message?"

"Young man, it's great to be young."

Angers sighed and shook his head with a smile.

"No, no, no, Norma, since the children want to wait, let them go. I believe that if the S-class who walks out of Centralia can see his teammates and seniors for the first time, he will definitely be very happy. Be happy."

"I understand, Mr. Principal."

Angers cast his gaze out the window, and as he drifted further away, he seemed to have returned to that small town.

After taking care of the things at hand, I'll go to Centralia too.

The old man suddenly thought.

If S-class really leaves the town, how can I, the principal, be absent?

…………

"Chief Sir, you are finally here!"

Caesar, who had just gotten off the plane, felt a strong wind blowing towards him, and a huge unknown object came closer from a distance. He subconsciously pulled out the Dictado, and the bright cold light reflected the sunlight. Fortunately, it was flying towards him. Fingel suddenly stopped, and then he didn't become the dead soul under the hunting knife of the student union chief.

"Huh, I almost died."

Fingel held his heart in his hands with a scared look on his face, and looked up at Caesar with tears in his eyes.

Speaking of which, with this guy's height, you shouldn't have looked up when facing Caesar.

It's just...

Caesar glanced at the... strong man kneeling on the ground.

I didn't remember this person's name for a while.

Probably not a character worth remembering.

Caesar thought so.

He retracted his hunting knife and looked around.

"Where is Chu Zihang?"

"He is still practicing."

"Practice?"

Caesar chewed and smiled with interest.

He didn't waste his time during this period. Caesar knew about the practice of practice, which often appeared in fantasy works, but he didn't expect that guy Chu Zihang stayed in Centralia and was actually practicing.

But it's normal to think about it again. After all, that's Chu Zihang. If he is not exercising one day but is holding champagne and smiling coldly in the bar, then the world must have gone crazy.

"Take me to town."

Caesar said.

"Okay sir!"

Fingel kindly led the way.

With Kassel's student ID endorsed, they successfully passed the field regiment's inspection and reached the front.

Here Caesar saw the Russian girl with long platinum hair. She was an A-level girl. He had the impression that she seemed to have the status of a princess.

"It's zero."

Fingel followed Caesar's gaze and saw the girl.

"She stands here every day, eating and sleeping. Boss, look at that. Next to it is the tent where she sleeps."

Caesar mused.

"Are you waiting for the road master?"

"Um."

Fingel said with emotion.

"Boss, what do you think about selling her my bed for 100,000 US dollars? Her Royal Highness will definitely be very happy if she sleeps in the same room as an S-class one."

happy?

Caesar felt that the girl probably wouldn't have such emotions.

Without wasting time chatting, Caesar quickly arrived at the gate of the town.

"We said in the report that we can't get in."

Fingel shrugged.

"I only believe what I see with my own eyes."

Caesar said.