Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

This command room was designed for the war to come in the near future.

"Report."

"Enter!"

Susie pushed the door open and frowned.

The ashtray is filled with cigarette butts.

The smoke was so heavy that it almost formed into clouds. Those who didn't know it thought there was some master making elixirs here.

Francis tore off his school uniform, held a cigarette in his mouth, and flipped through several chapters of information.

There were a total of eight people in the room, all of whom were elite graduates from Cassel over the years and Schneider's favorite students.

Susie glanced at it.

Haven't seen any.

Those present were all students from Kassel before the Greenland incident.

At that time, Kassel was still practicing cruel dragon-slaying training, and the only difference between students and soldiers was a military uniform. Although the vice-principal always criticized that what was cultivated in this way was just a dragon-slaying machine, lacking personality and creativity, but the army always had Benefits of the military.

The commander headed by Francis was a type that Cassel would never be able to cultivate in the future.

This is where the difference lies.

Susie opened the curtains and turned on the ventilation fan to maximum power.

This woke up several people in the room.

Francis and other commanders glanced at Susie and saw that she was a junior sister.

They nodded and fell back into their own issues.

"Oh, Susie, you're here."

Schneider said slowly.

"professor."

Susie looked at the executive director.

"How long has it been since you slept?"

Schneider seemed to smile.

"unimportant."

"Don't forget, I'm a mixed race, little Susie."

Schneider spoke very slowly. Susie once heard someone talk about the professor's injury. It was not a simple burn. It seemed to be related to the fire element among the four elements. In other words, it was an injury from the occult.

Some people also speculate that this is some kind of evil curse from dragons.

Professor Schneider's every breath felt like a knife scraping his throat.

The pain cannot be described in words.

He was tortured every second of his life.

Perhaps the only reason that supports him still walking in the world is revenge.

Therefore, in the face of the coming war, Schneider will never slack off.

Susie wanted to tell Professor Schneider to pay more attention to his health, to open the windows for ventilation, and to scold Francis on how those guys could smoke here. What the hell, did they want to murder the professor in Cassel?

But these words just kept spinning in Susie's mind, and she finally pushed them back.

"Is there anything I can do to help, Professor."

"These information."

Schneider threw over a stack of paper.

"The situation is serious."

"Susie."

"We completely lost air control."

"Up there."

Schneider pointed out the window.

Susie knew what the professor was talking about.

Dragon in the clouds.

"The satellite captured at least four of them."

Schneider's voice was deep.

Susie's hand shook as she took the information.

Just imagine, maybe now, at this moment, you raise your head and look at the sky, and you may look into a pair of huge golden eyes between the clouds.

“I don’t need to say more about the significance of air superiority to modern warfare.”

Susie was multitasking, reading information quickly and listening to Professor Schneider's words.

"With our current methods, neither aircraft nor alchemical weapons are effective against them."

"The sky is the dragon's stage."

"They're so flexible."

The information in Susie's hand is all of her own aircraft.

She paused.

"Star God"

The information shows a near-future-style sci-fi fighter plane with a streamlined fuselage and a dazzling array of parameters that make people wonder, is the Star God really an aircraft that can be owned in this era?

"That is an experimental model of this country and has not yet been put into actual combat."

Schneider explains.

"The Equipment Department discovered a lot of technologies on the Star God that transcended the times. They have a certain shadow of alchemy, as well as the technical style of the former Soviet Union."

"How are these connected?"

"You forgot someone, Herzog."

Susie was stunned.

Yes, Herzog.

"In other words, this Star God is actually the work of Herzog."

"At least that's what the equipment department thinks."

Susie nodded.

On specific technical issues, she highly recognized the professionalism of the equipment department.

After all, if they weren't really professional, those performance artists would have been sent to Siberia to dig potatoes by Angers eight hundred years ago.

The science and technology of the former Soviet Union, the alchemy technology with traces of Yin Yang magic, and the country's air force have the ability to connect these three, and there is no doubt that it is Herzog.

"Francis believes that Herzog spent a lot of money to develop Star God for the purpose of the White King."

Francis heard Professor Schneider mentioning himself, raised his head, saw Susie holding the information, and smiled suddenly.

"Let me tell you next."

Francis pulled up a whiteboard and posted several chapters of photos.

"We already know Tachibana Masamune's true identity. He is the scientist Herzog who lived here half a century ago."

"He secretly trained the three Yuan Zhisheng brothers and sisters for the sake of King Bai's recovery."

Here, Francis puts a big question mark.

"As for Herzog's purpose of resurrecting the White King, we still don't know. It is possible that he is a loyal follower of the White King."

Francis shrugged, then realized what he was doing and apologized.

"Sorry, I have some bad habits. I will try my best to change them."

he continued.

"The images of dragons from ancient times have been passed down to this day. Many of them have become gods. It is natural to have followers. I still remember that when I was an intern in the execution department, I took over the case of an underground sect. Afterwards, the investigation showed that those people The image of the god worshiped is that of an ancient dragon."

"Perhaps Herzog is just such an ardent believer in the White King."

"Of course, there is another possibility."

Francis put a big cross over the word "White King."

"Herzog's true purpose is to kill the White King."

"It sounds weird."

"That guy is actually traveling with us."

Francis smiled.

"But if you look at it from this perspective, a lot of things make sense."

"The Star God is a trump card prepared by Herzog for the White King."

"Herzog developed the Star God in order to kill the White King."

"Secondly, many projects of the Sheqi Bajia Rock Flow Research Institute are centered around King Bai."

"For example, monitor the heartbeat of Prince Haku under Tamagawa and formulate a battle plan with multiple imaginary enemies as Prince Haku."

"So, Herzog wants to resurrect the White King and then kill him."

Susie couldn't understand it.

"But why?"

"What's the point of him doing this?"

Francis pulled up a whiteboard again.

"Who knows."

"However, junior sister, I advise you not to think too much about it."

"That's the thinking of a madman."

“If you can really understand what a crazy person is thinking, then you’re not that far away from going crazy yourself.”

"This is where we end up."

Francis wrote two words on the new whiteboard, Star God.

"Herzog sees this as one of his trump cards against the White King."

"Then this aircraft must have something beyond our imagination."

"At least if King Bai is the imaginary enemy, then the Star God will definitely be more than enough to face a fourth- or even third-generation dragon."

Susie's eyes lit up.

"In other words, we have a way to deal with those dragons in the sky!"

"Not even close."

Francis smiled bitterly.

"Junior sister, don't forget, the Star God is just a plane. He can't fly into the sky to slay the dragon by himself."

"We need a driver."

"Where is Star God's original pilot?"

"Ordinary people cannot adapt to the dragon-slaying battlefield."

Francis spread his hands.

"Let's not talk about the pressure of dragons."

"It's just that kind of reaction speed that goes beyond the boundaries, which ordinary people can't adapt to."

“We need a driver who is above and beyond the ordinary.”

Susie looked strange when she heard this.

A driver who surpasses ordinary people?

Susie looked at the people present. How could a bunch of mixed-race people find a driver who was beyond ordinary people in their troubles?

Isn't it unnecessary for you?

I am not.

"It's not what you think."

Francis explained.

“Measured only by the speed of response, we are all good enough.”

"But this is a new aircraft."

"No one has driving experience."

Francis shook his head.

"Let's put it this way."

"Those who have driving experience are just ordinary people and cannot go to the dragon-slaying battlefield."

"A hybrid with the ability to slay dragons but no driving experience."

"It's a dead end."

"Actually, if the above can be worked around, I have a solution here."

Francis spoke very slowly, his eyes fixed on his commander Schneider without blinking.

"you mean?"

"First, I want to know something."

Francis's eyes burned.

"How far can artificial intelligence Norma go?"

"Sir, I have also read some science fiction works over the years."

"You know, life is boring and you always need some entertainment."

"To be honest, I'm not new to the concept of artificial intelligence."

"What I want to know is, can Norma really achieve the level of artificial intelligence in fantasy works?"

"Passed the Turing test."

"Francis, for Norma."

Schneider's eyes were complicated for just a moment, and soon his eyes were covered with thick ice, suppressing all emotions and impulses to the deepest part of his heart.

"I can tell you clearly."

"Any description of artificial intelligence that you can see, when it comes to Norma, is biased."

"That's it."

Francis' eyes darkened.

"Because Norma is stronger than any artificial intelligence you can imagine."

Francis' eyes widened in disbelief.

"Sir, I'm sorry, you just said..."

"Yes, you heard it right, Norma is stronger than any artificial intelligence you can imagine, any artificial intelligence."

"Very good!"

Francis stood up and pumped his fist.

He was pacing back and forth excitedly.

"If this is the case……"

"Maybe."

"Yes, just do it."

Francis's eyes were surprisingly bright.

"I have a new idea."

"It's called the Super Era Fighter Plan."

…………

Angers makes tea for Francis.

"I remember you, young man. In the year I announced Kassel's reforms, you were the one who secretly organized students to storm the principal's office, trying to occupy the campus and get Kassel to resume its original dragon-slaying training program."

Angers said this and blinked, looking like an old naughty boy.

Francis, who held his head high and held his chest high, listened without changing his face. In fact, he was so embarrassed that he wished he could jump out of the window on the spot. Didn't you, the principal, already say that Alzheimer's disease will pass the position to the S class recently?

Schneider coughed.

Ange smiled heartily.

"Let's do it, Francis."

"Tell me your plan."

Francis remained calm.

"This is our plan on how to break through the dragon's blockade of the sky."

Angers listened and flipped through the information.

"Choose hybrid pilots, cooperate with the Norma split-assisted piloting, and use the Star God as a sharp knife to form a special flying team to compete with the dragons for dominance in the sky."

Angers looked at it for a while, paused for a while, lost in thought, and asked a question or two, which Francis answered.

"Professor Schneider."

Angers looked at the other person in the room.

"You have a good student."

Schneider remained unsmiling.

"Principal, what do you mean?"

"Can."

Angers signed the plan at the end.

“Just go ahead and do it.”

Francis took it with both hands and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, Mr. Principal!"

"It's just that I have a suggestion for selecting a candidate."

"Pilot of Star God, I hope you can consider Zero."

Francis searched quickly in his mind.

The name Zero is very special and not difficult to recall.

As the commander, Francis had already read the information of all his own personnel on the plane. Thanks to his mixed-race physique, at least Francis could easily complete the one-to-one matching of names and appearances.

I remembered.

The freshman in the same year as the S-class, the princess from Russia.

The principal recommended it. Is there anything special about this princess?

Francis quickly identified the suspicious point.

The voice of the princess.

The data did not specify what the Princess's voice was.

This situation is not uncommon. Some mixed-race spirits are at high risk. The information at hand does not indicate this. It can only be said that Francis does not have enough authority.

Is the princess's speech spirit suitable for driving a star god?

Francis thought secretly.

He has already begun to search for a suitable word spirit in the periodic table of word spirits.

When Francis left, Angers and Schneider were left in the room.

"I reserve my opinion on your decision back then."

Schneider said.

"If dragon-slaying training had continued in Kassel, we would have had many more Francis."

"But now we have Caesar Chu Zihang and Ming Fei."

Angers said.

"Professor Schneider, after all these years, it seems you are still grudges."

"I said."

"There are enough soldiers on the dragon-slaying battlefield."

"What we really need are heroes."

"What now?"

Schneider was aggressive.

"Where is the hero you call!"

"Mingfei has a very important mission."

Angers put down the black tea and looked out the window.

That's the direction of the sea.

…………

"arrive."

The girl in the wind jumped out of the helicopter, her black hair and black clothes flowing like clouds.

In a short period of time, Gao Tianyuan has changed drastically. It has transformed from the original Cowherd Club to the current military fortress.

Everyone who came and went looked in a hurry, which was the headquarters of the upcoming dragon-slaying battle.

The young girl in Fengjian walked all the way to the underground. After many identity verifications, she finally stood in front of the door.

His mood suddenly calmed down.

"Lu Jun, can I come in?"

The door opened.

The girl in the wind was a little surprised, but her smile did not change.

"Hello, senior."

Uesugoshi, dressed as a ramen chef, stood in front of the young girl Kazama.

This man is like a mountain.

He frowned and looked up and down at the girl.

It's really infuriating.

Senior can't pretend not to hear the sound just now.

Even if there is a barrier in my heart, I can't hear you calling me "Father".

But I am your biological father. This cannot be faked.

So, even if you can't call me father, calling me daddy is not too much.

Really... really...

Forget it.

He finally put on a serious face, but failed in the end.

Uesugoshi's expression gradually softened.

No matter what, this kid in front of me is my biological son.

It feels amazing.

son.

I, Uesugoshi, also have a son.

A bad guy like me who was born to go to hell can actually have a son.

Mom, did you see it?

Hey, don't tell me, this kid looks like me.

The more Uesugi looked at the young girl Kazama, the more satisfied he became.

I just feel that this child is my shadow everywhere.

On the other hand, the young girl Kazama was confused.

What is Mr. Ramen doing?

It is said that Kazama Kojime once met Uesugoshi. At that time, Uesugoshi was still selling ramen behind the university. Kazama Kojime went over to eat a bowl, and the two chatted casually.

Looking back now, I just feel amazing.

how to say.

The girl in Fengjian never expected that the uncle who would stuff Playboy magazines in the transmission car would be his biological father.

I have to say that fate is really wonderful.

Uesugoshi's identity is not a secret among high-level officials.

At least both Kazama and Minamoto knew this.

They all have mixed emotions.

If they were mature adults, they would have handled it well. However, these two most powerful heads of the eight Sheqi families actually had a dead child who never grew up living in their hearts.

The girl in the wind was a little resistant.

He didn't know how to face Uesugoshi.

Hate, I can't talk about it, but there is definitely some resentment.

He complained about where he had been all these years and how he had abandoned himself and his brother. Did you know that there was a bastard named Herzog who played with him and his brother? It has been really hard these years.

But the young girl Kazama is not an unreasonable person.

He understood that things could not be blamed unilaterally on Uesugoshi.

Even Uesugoshi only knew about the existence of his two brothers in the past two days.

The only person to blame is Herzog.

But the girl in the wind still felt complicated.

He didn't know how to face Uesugoshi.

He has been here for so many years. He once lived with his brother in the mountains and you were not there. Later he became a ghost and struggled in hell without you. Now he suddenly appears. It really makes me embarrassed, uncle.

Then just ignore it.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Mingfei's voice came from inside.

"Is it a childish girl?"

"Uncle, come in together."

"I have something to tell you."

Uesugoshi looked at the young girl Kazama kindly.

"Let's go, don't keep the boy waiting."

The young girl Kazama thought repeatedly about the last look Uesugi had given her.

This strange feeling...what's going on.

elder brother.

He said in his heart.

It turns out that we also have a father.

Lu Mingfei sat beside the unconscious Eryi's bed.

"I found a way to cure Eri."

The goddess Kazama looked calm, but Uesugoshi suddenly became excited.

"What to do!" (End of Chapter)