Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Herzog was born with an inexplicable sense of pride. He believed that he was different. To the people around him, classmates, teachers or family members, Herzog would occasionally show an uncontrollable look of superiority. That look It has gone beyond the scope of so-called geniuses looking at mediocre people. Herzog has been in trouble more than once because of such a look. His mother privately advised him several times. His family even thought that Herzog had a mental problem and tried to find some mental energy for him. doctors.

Even family members who live together day and night will feel fear when facing Herzog. That kind of look makes people feel hairy from the bottom of their hearts. Some people describe Herzog in that state like this.

"This kid is as frightening as if he was possessed by the devil."

In fact, their feelings are not wrong, but they are not devils, but another kind of creature.

Yes, as he grew up and studied, Herzog realized more and more clearly that he was different. It was not the difference between genius and mediocrity. Genius and mediocrity still belong to the category of human beings. But Herzog realized that he was not human.

"I am another kind of creature, more advanced than human beings."

Herzog has such a clear understanding.

But what am I?

Herzog was deeply troubled by this.

So he chose to study himself and try to explore the answer to this question.

Of course, based on the knowledge that he is an advanced being, Herzog is extremely careful in his research. Any means that may cause risks must be tested and the hidden dangers must be eliminated before being used on himself.

As for the large number of innocent humans who died as a result, in the eyes of an advanced species like Herzog, they were just necessary sacrifices for scientific experiments.

What's more, they should feel honored even if they die for dedicating themselves to a higher being like him.

Years later, the clues to why Herzog cherished his own life to a pathological degree emerged at this time.

At that time, that man came to power, and the German war machine was rumbling. In order to support that man's theory of racial superiority, Herzog's group of biologists were taken seriously and began secret experiments.

A large amount of resources were devoted to Herzog's research projects. Thinking back to this day, those days were as beautiful as heaven for Herzog.

It was precisely because of the head of state's resource tilt that Herzog discovered that there is a special group of people hidden among humans, and their genes are fascinatingly powerful and magical.

Herzog is part of this group.

Herzog was ecstatic that he had found proof of the existence of a superior race.

What is slightly regrettable is that this advanced race has nothing to do with the Aryans that the Führer was obsessed with. After all, advanced genes were also found in the bodies of the Jews, who everyone in Germany was shouting about beating.

But this is not a problem for Herzog.

Herzog's other side besides the scientist, the careerist side, gradually emerged.

Herzog knew exactly what he wanted, and he understood early on that the end justifies the means.

If the head of state knew that his research results were of no help to the theory of Aryan race superiority, and would even become strong evidence to refute the superiority, not to mention the skewing of resources, even his own life would be in question.

When Herzog verified the existence of higher races, this man became more and more pretentious. He firmly believed that he could not die. Even at the time when the people were crazy, he had treasonous thoughts, even if the head of state died. Herzog cannot die either.

Because in Herzog's subconscious, his life is far more noble than that of the Führer.

It was too easy for Herzog to cover up the research results. He was the top person in charge of the entire project. Several intelligence officers sent from above were also in the eyes of Herzog. As long as they were careful to create accidents, they would The capable person disappears without anyone noticing.

Herzog was an advanced race. Killing a few people didn't matter. Even when he was buried alive while humming Tchaikovsky's piano music, he was still thinking that the land of Russia was really magical. He was clearly using vodka as boiled water. A country that drinks, but has the energy to continuously give birth to rational mathematicians and emotional musicians.

No matter what you think of Russia as a country, one thing you have to admit is that their talents in science and art are as numerous as stars.

Maybe this is the so-called land of ice and spirits.

Wait, talent!

The young Herzog looked thoughtfully towards the east. Does the land where a large number of talents were born also prove the specialness of this land? Could it be advanced genes...

Herzog became deeply interested in that land.

Perhaps there is indeed some so-called fate.

Many years later, communist Germany fell, and the Soviet Union and the United States dismembered Germany into East Germany and West Germany. A large number of Japanese scientists were divided between the Soviet Union and the United States.

Among them, Herzog followed the guidance of fate and went to the East.

The Soviet Union established Swan Harbor on the perennial frozen soil of the Arctic.

They searched for gifted children in various republics and sent them to Swan Port.

Herzog's research continues.

By this time Herzog had determined the existence of higher genes, and his careerist side gradually overtook his scientist side.

In other words, Herzog’s soul is that of an out-and-out careerist.

Herzog discovered that his talent was nothing among advanced species. After the initial setback, his ambition was born.

Herzog wants to improve his genes.

He wants to become stronger.

So the research continued.

Until many years later, a man who called himself Bondarev, the last grandson of the emperor, came to Swan Harbor.

Bondarev wanted to take away all of Herzog's research results, and of course Herzog himself.

But it's all just lies.

Bondarev shot Herzog three times in the heart during the burning night in Swanhaven.

At this point, the king stopped.

But a certain ancient and obscure atmosphere is still echoing.

Lu Mingfei seemed to see burning ice and snow, ballet music, and some giant winding thing crawling in front of him.

"It's so similar."

Lu Mingfei blinked and all the illusions disappeared.

The king's golden eyes were firmly locked on Lu Mingfei.

The eyes were so bright, and the emotion called greed surged in them, like the undercurrent of the ocean floor.

At this time, the way Wang Jiang looked at Lu Mingfei could be described as obsessed.

It was as if Lu Mingfei was a rare treasure in this world.

"It's so similar."

The king will say again.

His voice was close to a moan when he spoke.

"Do you want to die?"

Lu Mingfei pushed Wang Jiang away.

Wang Jiang lay on the ground with his hands covering his throat and coughed violently, looking as embarrassed as a dog.

"A boring story."

"I'm not interested in your past."

"If you want to share it with people so much, why not write a memoir."

Lu Mingfei stood up to leave.

He came to take Kazama Ruri away, and he was not interested in listening to a madman telling his story.

"Etc., etc!"

Wang Jiang stretched out his hand to Lu Mingfei in embarrassment and crawled on the ground using his hands and feet.

"Aren't you curious... why am I still alive?"

"It's the heart!"

"My heart is on the right side!"

"Hahaha."

The king smiled strangely like a night owl.

"What the last imperial grandson, what Bondarev."

"Let me survive in the end!"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and glanced at the general.

"New on the right?"

Lu Mingfei seemed strange.

"If you really want to kill someone, just shoot him in the head."

Wang Jiang was stunned as if he had been electrocuted.

"and."

Lu Mingfei thought about the books he had read since coming to the dragon world.

Lu Mingfei knew all about the violent organizations in this world one by one.

"I remember that a qualified killer would always shoot three times."

"One shot in the left chest, one shot in the right chest, and one shot between the eyebrows."

"And all three of your shots were in the left chest."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Either that Bondarev lied to you, he is not from Kokobo at all."

"Or, he didn't even think about killing you."

Herzog pursed his lips and said over and over again.

"That's it, that's it, that's it."

"Thanks to me, I thought..."

"Hahaha!"

"Woooooooo..."

The king seemed to be crazy, crying and laughing at other times.

Seeing the general's behavior, he knew without asking Lu Mingfei that it was definitely the latter.

The man named Bondarev deliberately let the general go.

"That's right, that's right."

The king murmured.

"I just said, how could a man like Bondarev be simply shot to death."

"And that little boat contains exactly the information I need."

"How can it be so easy to put confidential information on evolution in a ship?"

"It turned out to be intentional."

"It's all intentional."

"Am I just a pawn?"

Wang Jiang cried and laughed, suddenly woke up, and looked at Lu Mingfei with red eyes.

The look in his eyes was like that of a gambler who has lost all his money.

"Bondarev!"

"Goddess!"

"They are all gods!"

"Although I don't know what they want to do, it's definitely not a good thing!"

"Believe me, believe me!"

"The gods they call are more terrifying than dragons!"

"S-level!"

"You must stop them!"

"It's just you!"

: "We must stop them!"

Lu Mingfei kicked away Wang Jiang's hand and looked down.

This guy is as twisted as a maggot.

How ugly.

Lu Mingfei was a little boring.

He suddenly lost the idea of ​​killing this king general.

Anyway, this one is most likely not the true body of the king.

Lu Mingfei has seen a lot of substitutes in Kyushu. Oh, Japan calls this a shadow dancer, which means the same thing.

They are all mice hiding in the dark and not daring to see the sun.

They can only huddle in the sewers to plan their plots, plotting things that cannot be brought to the table.

However, such a guy will never understand that in the face of absolute power, no matter how much conspiracy or pretentiousness, it is useless.

Lu Mingfei has now opened up the Dragon Blood Martial Arts, and the broad road is ahead of him. There is no need to think too much about the others, just move forward firmly.

"You really……"

"Are you going to ignore me?"

The king lowered his head, word by word, like the wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hells.

Lu Mingfei kept walking.

"Bang!"

Strange noises.

At some point, Wang Jiang took out a pair of clappers.

His eyes were filled with anticipation as he stared at Lu Mingfei's back.

The king will bang the clapper.

Lu Mingfei stopped.

The light in the king's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"very good."

"Good boy."

"Come, come, come."

"come here."

The king will rise.

He kept banging the clapper to maintain a strange rhythm.

The injury Lu Mingfei had caused him before made Wang Jiang grimace in pain.

"How naughty."

"Hahaha."

"Unexpected, unexpected."

The king was so happy that he danced and spun around in circles.

"Which child are you?"

"Number 13?"

"No, that's not right."

"I remember there was only one Far Easterner among the experimental subjects."

"Yes!"

The king finally remembered.

He was so happy that he scratched his head and jumped around like a monkey.

Wang Jiang suddenly pointed at Lu Mingfei.

"Zero!"

"It's you, Zero!"

The king seemed to have the winning ticket, and he was amazed.

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it."

"It seems that your bloodline, Zero, is stronger than I thought."

"With so many potions, you are still alive."

"Now he has become Kassel's S-class!"

"It's really curious what you went through when you left Swan Harbor!"

The mouth of the Noh mask split open, revealing a long tongue that looked like a snake.

Wang Jiang banged his clapper and walked towards Lu Mingfei excitedly.

Perhaps because he was too excited, the king unconsciously danced gorgeously.

"come on."

"my child."

"Back in the Doctor's arms."

The king opened his arms exaggeratedly, as if he wanted to embrace the whole world.

"You're here."

"With a monster like you by my side."

"What do those guys who call themselves gods mean!"

"I'm going to be on top of the world!"

"I'll have it all!"

The king seemed to have seen the future. Human beings all over the world were prostrate to him. These humble and pitiful creatures took it as their highest honor to kiss his toes.

Ah, how wonderful!

The king was so moved that his whole body trembled and almost convulsed.

Lu Mingfei held Wang Jiang's face with one hand and lifted him up.

Unparalleled shock filled the king's mind.

Wang rolled his eyes back and forth, trying to figure out what was going on, what was going on!

Why doesn't the bang sound work?

It’s only right that any experimental subject who has undergone pontine surgery will be controlled by the sound of bangzi!

Could it be said that S-class is not size zero?

Did he guess wrong?

General Wang tried to speak, but his face was pinched by Lu Mingfei. General Wang could only make a weak sound of airflow, but could not make any other sounds.

Lu Mingfei took off his clapper, knocked it, and smiled.

"You seem to want to use this to control me?"

Lu Mingfei knocked again.

"What's this?"

"Some kind of musical instrument?"

Lu Mingfei crushed the clapper.

"Okay, it's gone."

The king struggled wildly.

But the gap between him and Lu Mingfei was too big.

Lu Mingfei lifted Wang Jiang lightly, and Wang Jiang's feet left the ground. He was gradually unable to breathe, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and his legs were kicking frantically.

"I changed my mind."

"It would be better for a guy like you to die."

"It's such an eyesore to be alive."

"It upsets me."

Lu Mingfei put down Wang Jiang and let go of his hand. Wang Jiang took a deep breath.

Lu Mingfei looked into his eyes.

"You should be able to see your true body."

"Hide it for me and don't come out."

"I will kill you once I see you in the future."

"I don't believe you have endless substitutes."

Lu Mingfei kicked Wang Jiang in the neck.

Before he died, the king raised the corners of his mouth and seemed to smile.