Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"The cleanup of nearby sea areas has been completed."

"People are being evacuated."

A large number of ships gathered next to the huge cruise ship, like a beehive and its bees. The scientific researchers, doctors and nurses who were still working nervously here were evacuated in an orderly manner under the dispatch of the command center.

Three minutes later, the last scholar jumped on the boat and announced that the evacuation operation was a complete success.

Sakurai Kogure couldn't help but look back.

That man is still standing at the bow of the giant ship, like a rock in the dark night.

Kassel's S-class, Lu Mingfei.

Mr. Lu is like a monument.

Sakurai Kogure thought.

But, will this monument record an epitaph or a meritorious service?

Sakurai Kogure couldn't be sure.

The only thing she was sure of was.

Regardless of epitaphs or meritorious deeds, they will be immortal from now on.

This war codenamed "Takamagahara" is about to begin.

The code name was decided by Lu Mingfei, and it has two meanings. One is the battlefield, the continent that sank to the bottom of the sea, and the other is the command center, the former Cowherd Club.

At this time, Tokyo, Takamagahara.

The temporary command headquarters has been fully mobilized.

News came from all directions, about hybrids and dragons, about the upcoming war, and about the future of this world. All the news came together in this room of less than thirty square meters.

"You look very relaxed."

Susie was holding the coffee.

Francis spread his hands.

"We have done everything we can, and leave the rest to S-class."

"But, let's be honest."

"I have never had any contact with this dragon-slaying hero. I have only heard some rumors about him."

"This one?...S-class."

Francis considered his words.

"Is it really as strong as the information says?"

"I don't know how the information you read describes S-class."

Susie smelled the warm aroma of coffee, her eyes shrouded in haze.

"But I can tell you firmly."

"S-class is very strong."

"Let your imagination go."

"You can always trust S-class."

Francis was a little stunned and shook his head.

"really."

"You know, you're not the first person to describe S-class like this."

"It's unbelievable."

"Even Professor Schneider said that about him."

Francis shook his head.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to meet our S-class in person. It's a shame."

"Meeting a hero face to face must be an unforgettable experience."

Susie thought of the few times she got along with Lu Mingfei.

Indeed, it is unforgettable.

Especially the S-class's endless nonsense and unpredictable leaps of thinking, which makes one have to marvel at the other party's deep and vast two-dimensional knowledge.

Susie suddenly felt that it was good that Francis had not met Lu Mingfei in person. It was not easy for the S-class to maintain a bit of heroic dignity, so she might as well keep it as long as possible.

"call."

Francis let out a long breath.

"Since it is such an S-class."

"Then it's normal for us to bet everything on him."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or seeking Susie's opinion.

"He won't let us lose, right."

"Putting all your hopes on one person is not a qualified commander."

"No no no."

Frances corrected Susie.

"In our combat plan, the position of the S-class is crucial."

"But we can't win this war with him alone."

"It's better not to underestimate yourself."

"Except for S-class, each of us is important."

Frances comes to nature and explains to Susie.

"You also know our current situation."

"The enemy is in the light, I am in the dark."

"The pure-blooded dragons that mysteriously appeared before and escaped from the Nibelung in the underworld were read and Susano'o, yes."

Francis thought for a moment.

"Perhaps we should also include Herzog who pretended to be Masamune Tachibana."

"They're all hiding in the dark."

"And we're in the spotlight."

"If this continues, incidents similar to what happened with the previous Lionheart Club president will happen again."

Susie's eyes flashed.

She knew that Francis was referring to the disappearance of Chu Zihang and preparatory class student Xia Mi in the Divine Burial Hall.

There is no doubt about Chu Zihang's combat effectiveness. Cassel's consensus is that the first person to be promoted to Inhuman after Lu Mingfei should be Chu Zihang, not Caesar.

This is Chu Zihang, who was trapped in the divine burial place because he was alone, and his life and death were uncertain.

What about someone else?

Besides Lu Mingfei, who else has the confidence to do better than Chu Zihang?

That's why Francis said that time is not on their side.

Neither the Secret Party nor the Eight Sheqi Families can afford to hold him back.

"There is a saying in the Far East: fishing in troubled waters."

"What S-class does is muddy the water."

Francis looked at the time.

"about there."

…………

The bow of the giant ship.

Lu Mingfei heard the report in the earphones.

"I see."

He said.

“I’ll leave the rest to everyone.”

Lu Mingfei lit up his golden eyes.

Those eyes were different from those of other mixed-race species.

There are no lava flows, no storm vortices, and no swirling mandalas.

But a pair of eyes as clear and transparent as glass, unstained by dust.

In the battle with Tsukiyomi Ming in Huangquan, Lu Mingfei made great strides in Dragon Blood Martial Arts and was already close to the Dragon King.

Lu Mingfei stood at the bow of the boat, looking down at the sea. His golden eyes seemed to be magical, as if he had passed through infinite sea water, and long distances turned into rulers in front of these eyes.

Then, the dark red land appeared in front of him.

The rough and simple bronze pillars, with countless dragon-blooded creatures passing through them, are a country made of bronze, which fully demonstrates the aesthetics of the ancient dragon clan.

In fact, Lu Mingfei not only watched, he also heard.

"Boom! Boom!"

The legends of many civilizations have a god in charge of thunder. They exercise the power of thunder by beating drums or horns.

The roar that resounded in Lu Mingfei's ears at this moment was like the God of Thunder exercising his authority to beat the drums and blow the trumpets. It was dull and loud.

That's the heartbeat.

Comparable to the heartbeat of thunder.

It is also the heartbeat that the Ganliu Research Institute is diligently monitoring.

"Egg of the White King."

Lu Mingfei tears open space, like lifting a curtain, revealing his hopeless sky behind the real material world.

The glazed golden eyes became even brighter.

Like it's going to burn.

Lu Mingfei felt the burning in his eyes.

This is a vision caused by the dragon blood in the body operating to the extreme.

The sky and the earth seem to be connected, the dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, the sea is making waves, but they are still around the giant ship, and the waves are strangely calm.

Lu Mingfei pulled up the chain.

The thick chain made of bronze, engraved with countless dragon inscriptions, was densely packed. One end tied the two life-support capsules, and the other end was held in Lu Mingfei's hand.

Lu Mingfei threw the bronze chain over his shoulder, caught it again, several times, and finally tied it tightly before giving up.

"rise!"

Lu Mingfei is humble.

The two life-support capsules were floating out of thin air, without any support.

The alchemy words on the bronze chain flickered on and off. Judging from the pattern, they were secretly responding to Lu Mingfei's breathing.

"Gentlemen."

Lu Mingfei finally said in the channel.

"Please later."

After saying this, without waiting for a reply, Lu Mingfei plunged into the sea.

The life-saving cabin where the girl Kazama and Eri were sleeping were following closely behind.

The water splashed high into the sky.

Where is this person?

It was clearly the movement of a real dragon entering the water.

Lu Mingfei blinked, his golden eyes as bright as ever.

The light underwater is dim and the vision is blurry.

The vertical pupils of the golden eyes expanded and contracted. In just a moment, Lu Mingfei's field of vision returned to normal, and he was no longer worried.

He glanced around, and a layer of fine scales automatically appeared on the skin all over his body. It was the posture of the throne that had evolved over and over again. He shed his half-human and half-dragon image, and he needed dragon horns to have dragon horns, and he needed dragon scales to have dragon scales. Dragon scales, leave or go as you please, big or small.

With a layer of cyan dragon scales, Lu Ming can separate the water flow naturally and can breathe freely underwater.

Dragon scales also help with underwater breathing.

It always feels like dragons are becoming more and more like deliberately created biological weapons.

Lu Mingfei thought of the many knowledge he had read in this world. Although he was not good at it, Lu Mingfei had a wide range of knowledge and could also read a lot of fantastic science fiction.

Lu Mingfei had read fantasy novels about biological weapons, and by comparison, dragons fit perfectly.

over there.

Lu Mingfei found the right direction.

He dives.

The water flow pushed Lu Mingfei, forming a straight downward channel.

There was a tornado on the sea surface, and the wind and waves were violent.

"It's really like the end of the world."

Some people at the headquarters, who were following the progress through the monitoring screen, sighed in a low voice.

Professor Schneider's eyes sparkled inexplicably.

It's the sea again.

He remembered something bad.

Horrifying nightmares overtake him.

Schneider seemed to be sinking into the sea again.

It's unimaginable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the creature making waves in the Sea of ​​Japan was a hybrid.

"Yo ho!"

Fingel raised his Coke glass to the screen.

As the head of the public opinion monitoring team, Fingel was also responsible for the communication relay for this operation.

The communications between the command center, the Divine Burial Hall, the Sea of ​​Japan, and several key nodes are all in his small room.

"Making trouble."

Someone from the public opinion monitoring team murmured.

"S-class looks like a dragon."

With Kassel College's current understanding of Far Eastern culture, of course they are familiar with the legend of dragons making waves, making waves, and causing rain.

"dragon?"

Fingel wagged his finger.

"No no no."

"wrong."

"How can an S-class be a dragon?"

"He is the nemesis of dragons."

"Even if you look at Far Eastern mythology, it's not just dragons that make trouble."

Fingel nodded towards the screen with a bright smile, as if he could look into the eyes of Lu Mingfei in the deep sea.

"You are Nezha, right?"

…………

Gao Tianyuan is alive.

From the first moment he saw this piece of land, Lu Mingfei was so sure.

He trusted his instincts as much as he trusted his fists.

What is hidden in that land.

Whose heartbeat.

As for whose heartbeat is in the end, imagine what happened on this continent.

That's the White King.

Dragons are immortal, this is the consensus of all hybrids.

Even if you die, you can come back to life and return from reincarnation.

In this current situation, the Secret Party and the Eight Sheqi Families have reached a complete cooperation and are doing their best to show sincerity. They also generously share a lot of the top-secret information they possess.

Their understanding of dragons is closer to the truth.

Before Lu Mingfei dived in, the think tank team had already given their suggestions.

The think tank determined that Gao Tianyuan contained the White King's egg, which was the key to the White King's resurrection.

So, the question that arises is, the king's guards.

Kings are never alone. They have their own subjects and their own armies.

The Dragon Clan is no exception.

And the way they create guards is much simpler than humans.

Humans also need to select the right people and undergo rigorous training before they can get a decent army.

Dragons don't use it.

They have a unique advantage, and that is their talent.

Dragon blood.

Dragons are highly radioactive and highly contagious beings.

Even the atomic bombs that modern humans talk about are not enough in front of dragons.

Just dragon blood, no more, just dilute it in sea water and put it into the biosphere.

Soon, the dragons will be able to get a dragon wing dependent.

The dragon's blood will contaminate the entire biosphere and begin a cruel elimination.

Eighty percent, or ninety percent, in short, most of the creatures will die in painful distortion.

Mortal objects cannot withstand the gift of dragon blood, and collapse and death are the common sense.

Those who survive afterward, after surviving the distortion caused by the dragon's blood, may have an extra head, may have three heads and six arms, or may be covered with bone spurs.

They may look strange, but they have one thing in common.

Golden eyes.

All dragonborn, those lucky guys who survive the gift of dragon blood, will have a pair of golden eyes like the gods.

That is their highest honor.

So, as long as dragons are willing, they can raise an army anytime and anywhere.

What's more, it's still in the sea.

There is no place on this planet more suitable for dragons to spread their glory than the sea.

"Your Excellency, I must warn you."

"Before arriving at Takamagahara, you are likely to encounter the White King's family army."

The head of the think tank reminded Lu Mingfei seriously.

"We know you have your ways."

"Pressure, or special pheromones."

"The dragons below you cannot even raise their heads in front of you."

The think tank leader was filled with emotion when he said this.

This characteristic of Lu Mingfei is too powerful.

They could not find a suitable explanation on the periodic table of words and spirits.

Word Spirits are already close to the authority of gods. It is unbelievable for a mixed race to use Word Spirits.

But Lu Mingfei's golden eyes exceeded people's imagination even more.

As long as dragon blood flows in the body, as long as the dragon blood concentration or level is lower than Lu Mingfei's, he will not be able to raise his weapon in front of Lu Mingfei's golden eyes.

What authority this is.

Someone found an ancient message among old papers.

That is the legend about the Dragon King.

It is the Dragon King, and it seems that there is only the Dragon King. Their golden pupils are always the same as the spirit. All dragon creatures whose status is lower than the first generation species will never be able to look directly into the Dragon King's golden pupils, otherwise they will lose all resistance once they look at each other. will.

It is said that this is the spirit sent down by the Dragon King to help them rule this world.

Look, look.

How similar.

This really makes people have to think too much.

Why does the S-level Golden Eye have the same speech spirit as the Dragon King?

People looked at each other, but remained silent. They probably knew that each other was thinking of the same thing, the same possibility, but that was crazy. Lu Mingfei, he was S-class.

Therefore, no matter how close this possibility is to the truth, or even if it is the truth, no one will tell it.

In any case, S-class is their important combat power against dragons.

They just need to make sure that the S-class will always stand on the side of humanity, and that's enough.

"But next, your Excellency, the situation you will face is different from before."

said the think tank director.

"The dragon-born creatures under the sea all belong to the White King's lineage."

"Comprehensive dragon genealogy, records in the Dead Sea Documents, and the secret inheritance of the eight Sheqi families."

"We have reason to believe that dragon-born creatures belonging to the White King's lineage are likely to be immune to your Golden Eyes."

"That is."

The think tank director finally said.

"You will face an army composed of the White King's dragon-winged followers."

"An army of unimaginable numbers."

"Um."

At that time, after listening to what the think tank director said, Lu Mingfei's answer was.

"I see."

The head of the think tank was very anxious, and Lu Mingfei's nonchalant attitude made him worried and angry.

We know you are confident.

We also know you are strong.

But this time is different from before, really different.

You are facing countless White King’s family members.

They are all monsters who survived the dragon blood distortion.

Almost every one of them is Deadpool.

In the past, just anyone wandering into the city could cause a series of tragedies.

What Lu Mingfei will face next is thousands of things, terrifying numbers that they can't even imagine.

An army of that size.

There is a saying in the Far East that manpower is sometimes scarce.

Indeed, S-class you are very strong.

But no matter how strong you are, you are still just one person.

Only one pair of hands and two legs.

What are you going to do to fight the army of King Bai's family?

No matter how confident you are, it's always enough.

Even if you, Lu Mingfei, don’t care about your life.

But what about mixed breeds?

To put it bluntly, at this point in time, it is getting closer and closer to the end of the world, and the war between hybrids and dragons is about to break out.

Lu Mingfei is the most powerful person on the mixed-race side.

Your life safety is not your business alone.

That is the key to the direction of the entire war between hybrids and dragons, to the future survival of mankind, and to where the future master of the world will be.

So.

How can you take risks so easily?

However, Lu Mingfei was a reckless man who practiced martial arts. He had such a strong will and the decisions he made could not be changed by just anyone.

Of course, there were people who could ask Lu Mingfei to change his decision, but none of them were either not in this world or fell into a coma, at least still alive and kicking at the moment.

The head of the think tank couldn't persuade him to do anything.

It doesn't mean that he won't let Lu Mingfei go into the water. The S-class arrived at Gaotianyuan and unfolded the Emperor's Tomb. This was the prerequisite for all plans.

If this step is not completed, all subsequent ideas will be vain.

The think tank director only hoped that Lu Mingfei would be more cautious.

No need to risk it alone.

Bring more people.

"No need."

Lu Mingfei's answer was as always.

"Unless you still have someone else."

"Someone who can fight in the sea."

The think tank chief's eyes lit up and he was about to speak.

"If it's a sacrifice, forget it."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"We are all human, and I am not against sacrifice, but there is no need to waste your life on such things."

"I have made up my mind, no need to say anything more."

Lu Mingfei's words have come to this point, and the think tank director really has nothing to do.

He deliberately found other people to persuade Lu Mingfei, but the result was still the same.

Finally, I found the principal, Angers, who, on the other hand, didn't even try to persuade me.

He just smiled.

"I will always believe in Mingfei's decision."

"do not forget."

"He is the person in charge of this war."

Yes.

Many people are easily deceived by Lu Mingfei's young appearance, so much so that they ignore this person's identity.

He is one of the best dragon slayers in the history of hybrids, and the person in charge of the White King's War.

It is a foregone conclusion that Lu Mingfei cannot be persuaded.

There is really nothing they can do.

It can only do its best to make other aspects of the plan perfect.

The very beginning of the plan is also the premise for all subsequent steps.

It can only be left to Lu Mingfei.

All they could do was believe in Lu Mingfei.

But what the S-class faced was a real army of dragon descendants.

Can he really do it?

As everyone watched nervously, the giant ship was located on the sea surface, which was the point where Lu Mingfei dived.

The water is boiling.

"that is……"

"fire?"

"How can it be!"

"How can fire burn on water?"

All the hybrids who saw this scene were shocked and speechless.

They saw it.

The turbulent dark red under the sea is deadly fire.

Something is coming.

The sea surface exploded, and a huge creature stretched out its tentacles randomly.

"Overlord Octopus!"

"It's the Dragonborn Overlord Octopus."

This monster is obviously no longer a creature that can exist normally in nature.

Not just because of its golden eyes.

It's even more because of the terrifying distortion on the overlord octopus.

The eight tentacles and arms of the overlord octopus have mutated. Not only have they split into large mouthparts, they have also grown brain-like organs, with eyes, ears, mouth and nose, which makes people feel numb.

The Overlord Octopus originally had a soft body covered with a layer of rough scales, which is a characteristic of dragon-born creatures. Deadpool also has a similar structure. Those are dragon scales that can even withstand bullets, but at this moment, his body is covered in bruises.

The scales can withstand bullets but cannot stop S-class fists.

Francis silently examined the overlord octopus.

"How about it?"

Susie asked.

"Now I believe in S-class."

Francis smiled bitterly.

How should I put it, not only does he believe in S-class, he can also understand Professor Schneider.

It's no wonder that the professor always has reservations about S-class and has a very strange attitude.

To be fair, if it were Francis who was sitting in Schneider's seat and had an overview of the whole situation, he would definitely not be at ease with the S-Class.

He is too strong.

So strong... that he doesn't look like a hybrid.

Francis was educated from the beginning as a commander.

He understands very well that soldiers, warriors, soldiers, and similar existences are actually similar to weapons.

When you really get to the battlefield, it's just a series of death numbers.

Overly powerful weapons are good.

But a knife that can kill an enemy quickly can also be used very quickly if it is aimed at one of your own.

Francis' eyes were deep as he looked at the follow-up of the surveillance footage.

More and more dragonborn creatures are thrown out of the sea.

The sea seemed to be boiling, bubbling.

From this scene alone, one can fully imagine how intense the battle under the sea was.

The hybrids watched nervously.

They carefully identify each monster.

Afraid of meeting Lu Mingfei.

Time passed by minute by minute.

very lucky.

There are overlord octopuses, sharks, and all kinds of dragon-born creatures whose species cannot be named.

There is just no Lu Mingfei.

And there are a steady stream of monsters swarming on the surface.

Proving that the S-class battle is still going on.

The later it gets, the weirder the monster looks.

Probably Lu Mingfei dived into the deep sea.

As we all know, there are all kinds of strange creatures in the deep sea. After all, the deep sea is so hey, no one can see anyone. Since no one can see me, I can just grow as long as I want, and then become more and more abstract.

Only after seeing the majesty of deep-sea creatures did people suddenly realize that Picasso was not an abstract painter at all, but a realist.

"How many are there?"

"About a thousand corpses of dragon descendants."

At the Divine Burial Hall, Uesugoshi was watching the broadcast on his tablet and was speechless.

"This kid is really capable of fighting."

Around the giant ship, stretching thirty nautical miles, an encirclement was ready.

The people here are all the elites of the Secret Party and the Sheqi Eight Families.

Needless to say, the hybrids of the eight Sheqi families have strong bloodlines and a strong spirit enhanced by their local culture. This can probably be seen from the original reputation of the eight Sheqi families.

Even in Kassel, that was feared.

Because of the inherent flaws in their bloodline and the influence of their special culture, the members of the Eight Sheqi Family can be called crazy in a mixed-race world with per capita mental illness.

The most beautiful death for a person is to die in battle, which is the motto of many members of the Eight Sheqi clan.

Needless to say, the elites in Kassel have a good pedigree. In addition, they have studied Kyushu martial arts for a long time. If the Kassel students were originally a little afraid of the madmen in the Japanese branch, now they are getting started. After practicing Kyushu Martial Arts, they already had confidence in their hearts.

The first line of defense at sea is composed of these two groups of people.

Their captain was Caesar.

The newly promoted leader of the Student Union, who had just been promoted to Inhuman, immediately threw himself into the battle of "Gaotianyuan" without caring about stabilizing his cultivation.

The sky was gloomy and the sea was dark.

Standing on the offshore working platform of Genji Heavy Industries, Caesar looked at the giant ship with his golden eyes shining in the distance.

The movement over there can be clearly seen even without borrowing instruments.

"S-level."

Caesar held Dictado's hand tightly.

"It's really exciting."

…………

The undersea monitoring equipment was scrapped at the very beginning of the battle.

The last picture returned by the camera was countless golden light spots rushing towards the S-class.

Those are countless golden pupils.

They were unable to determine the exact number of dragonborn creatures Lu Mingfei faced.

Judging from the corpses thrown out of the sea, the number is at least in the tens of thousands.

A strange tranquility fell over the half-breeds.

They are waiting for war.

Now it is Lu Mingfei's battlefield, and when Lu Mingfei arrives at Gao Tianyuan, it will be their turn.

At that time, what they need to face will no longer be the Deadpool of the past, but a huge number of dragon-born creatures, even real pure-blood dragons.

Originally, the hybrids thought they would be very anxious.

After all, they are not S-class, nor are they Angers. No one can be absolutely sure that they will survive this war.

But when the corpses of dragon-born creatures were thrown out of the sea one after another.

The anxious atmosphere slowly disappeared.

Yes, the opponent is very strong, the real dragon, the former master of the world is about to return to the throne.

But so what?

We have the S-Class.

That's right, the opponent is not only powerful, but also in unimaginable numbers. Even science and technology, and the alchemy of dragons are at a level that is difficult for humans to reach, even if they combine alchemy and science.

But they have S-class.

Yes, yes, they will die, they will probably die. If the dragon swoops down casually, they may pay for it with their lives.

But, if they were afraid of death, they would not set foot on the battlefield to slay dragons.

Whoever goes out to hang out these days has his head stuck in his belt.

Just like that, the mixed race's emotions miraculously stabilized.

They even had the time to count how many S-level dragon-born creatures they had killed.

The command team discovered this acutely.

"Does action need to be taken?"

"what you up to?"

Francis asked the man in return.

"Isn't this good now?"

"You can't fight if you're too nervous."

"Even, I think it's not enough."

"If possible, we can definitely open a game."

"Design several levels of bonus pools and bet on how many enemies S-level kills."

"Perhaps someone might have to survive on the battlefield to perform exceptionally well just to block this last step."

Several staff officers looked strange.

Listen, listen, is this what a qualified commander should say?

It's so unreliable.

But they didn't know what was going on. They thought and thought, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that Francis's words really made sense.

They quietly looked at Professor Schneider.

Everyone knows that Professor Schneider in the Executive Department is the most serious, especially when it comes to combat. Many people firmly believe that if Professor Schneider had not been unable to keep up with his physical fitness, he would definitely stand on the front line of dragon slaying with a submachine gun.

Even if his physical condition is not good now, Professor Schneider will do his best to participate in the dragon-slaying battle. No matter how far away he is, he will fly to the front line of the dragon-slaying battlefield and participate in the behind-the-scenes work.

In front of such a war madman, and it was still a war period, Francis really didn't want to live any more.

But something unexpected happened.

Professor Schneider actually didn't respond.

He stared at the screen, paying attention to Lu Mingfei's battlefield, not even a glance at the exchanges between the young staff officers.

The people here are all mixed race and staff officers, and no one is weak in their thinking.

They quickly understood what Professor Schneider meant.

Not taking a stand is acquiescing.

It was strange that the sun came out from the west, and Professor Schneider, who had always been unselfish, actually acquiesced to their opening.

Or is Francis not joking, he is serious, and the opening is really to ease everyone's nerves?

Forget it, never mind it.

"Cough cough cough."

A rich bass was inserted into the headphone channel of several people.

These few vocals were soft, as if this guy was about to sing My Sun in the next second.

"Everyone."

The bass said elegantly.

"I heard someone wanted to open the market."

"Perhaps you need my help."

"Are you the god of gambling? Wherever there is gambling, you will be there."

Francis said with a smile.

"Long time no see, Fingel."

Of course he knew Fingal.

When Francis was still studying in Kassel, everyone knew Fingal's name. From the school janitor who cleaned the swimming pool to the cook in the cafeteria who could run horses, the pride of Kassel would surely grow in the future. The star of hope who takes over Angers' temperament and leads the Camarilla forward is full of reverence.

Fingel's popularity at that time was not comparable to that of either Caesar or Chu Zihang. To be honest, it should be a combination of Caesar and Chu Zihang.

To put it more vividly, he was the Lu Mingfei of that era.

Fingal seekers can circle the world from the Norton Hall gate to the back entrance of Norton Hall.

It's a pity that this guy is completely devoted to one girl and keeps a certain social distance from anyone else of the opposite sex. He is such a gentleman that countless girls secretly despise him and make their pillows wet with tears.

Thinking about it, Francis just felt sad.

Who would have thought that Fingel, the rising star who was so popular at the time, would be reduced to what he is today.

"Oh hello hello."

Fingel smiled heartily.

"I don't know what to call you when we meet you for the first time. Forget it, it doesn't matter. We are all informal, but we have an S-level photo album in our hands."

Fingel lowered his voice like a thief.

"How about it, are you interested in buying a set?"

With this tone and posture, Francis could completely imagine Fingel's winking expression before his eyes.

But...this is Fingel!

Francis' mood was extremely complicated.

He didn't know how to describe it.

There is only one sentence left in my heart.

How could the future star of the year, Hope of Slaying the Dragon, be reduced to what he is today!

For example, it is like a Kassel student who has been listening to the story of Caesar and Chu Zihang since he entered school until he graduated. After many years, he reunited with the two people and was surprised to find that the former noble son Caesar and the murderous embryo Chu Zihang , going to the sea to be a cowherd has become the dream of thousands of girls and rich women, and has become a handsome man that they can only dream of.

This is too broken.

There must be something wrong with this world. Infinite Tsukuyomi or Inception, give me a breakthrough. Millions of magnetic fields turn my teeth!

Francis almost has this kind of mentality now.

To be honest, he really wanted to grab Fogel's collar and shake it wildly, shouting at the top of his lungs while shaking it.

"Cheer up, Fingel-san!"

"alright."

Professor Schneider's distinctive and unpleasant voice sounded in everyone's headphones at the same time.

"The S-class work is almost over."

"It's our turn next."

"Boys."

Francis smiled and put on a solemn expression.

After being troubled, he was filled with emotion. His basic qualities as a commander told him that this was still a battlefield and the war had just begun.

At this time, the surveillance screen showed that there was no body of the dragon-born creature.

It means that the war under the sea has come to an end.

Either the S-class was defeated, or the S-class had arrived at Takamagahara.

Almost everyone thinks it's the latter.

Just kidding, that was an S-class. His power was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although no one said it, the hybrids almost reached a consensus that the only one who could kill the S-class was the Black King.

Not even the first generation species could take away the life of this young legend.

Therefore, at this moment, when there are no more corpses of dragon-born creatures appearing, it means a possibility.

The S-class has arrived at its destination.

The first step of the ‘Takamagahara’ plan was completed.

The half-breeds rejoiced.

No one is not happy about the power of the S-class.

Except for a certain Finger.

"Oh, hell!"

Fingel's miserable howl echoed in the channel.

"My betting market can't be opened!"

Francis' expression was somewhat stiff.

When the S-class arrived at Takamagahara, Fingel, what did you care about most was the betting market?

"Say it, buddy."

Fingel whispered to Francis.

"You are also of the same mind."

"Forget it if the others can't come."

"How about we start a game ourselves."

"Just the two of us."

You are really persistent.

Francis didn't know what to say for a moment.

"How about it."

Fingel enthused.

"I think S-class killed 10,000 people."

"What do you think?"

Ten thousand?

Francis mused.

He was indeed curious.

Can one person really kill so many creatures in a short time?

Even if there are ten thousand pigs, how long will it take for one person to kill them?

But then again, S-class are not ordinary people.

Maybe he has some tricks up his sleeve.

Francis shook his head.

Even if he told himself this, he still couldn't calm down when he thought of such a terrifying number as ten thousand.

too exaggerated.

After all, there are only a few hybrids who are willing to open the market.

But they were quite interested in guessing Lu Mingfei's specific number of kills.

Some guessed two thousand, some guessed five thousand.

Most of these are hybrids of the eight Sheqi families.

And the students in Kassel let go of their imaginations one by one. One said eight thousand, another said ten thousand, and some directly shouted out thirty thousand, which attracted the people next to them to cast strange looks, thinking that this guy was It's not something wrong with my head.

However, even the wildest imagination seems too conservative when faced with the truth.

Lu Mingfei threw off the bronze chain. The chain turned into a long snake, beating the dragon-born creatures blocking the road into blood foam. The turbulent water flow also swept with great force and swept several dragon-born creatures out of the sea. .

Lu Mingfei's real battle was far different from the hybrids' imagination.

Strictly speaking, the dragon-born creatures that were knocked out of the sea were not created by Lu Mingfei.

You see clearly, the name of the action is the aftermath.

The current caused by the aftermath caused those dragon-born creatures to blast out of the sea.

And Lu Mingfei really attacked those dragon-born creatures.

Don't even think about leaving a complete body.

This is the true combat power that a being close to the dragon king level can exert.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei's opponent was a dragon-born creature.

These sad guys had their brains eroded by the dragon's blood and completely lost their ability to think, leaving only their fighting instincts.

They're not even Deadpool.

Certain varieties of Deadpool can even possess certain thinking abilities.

But what Lu Mingfei saw in front of him was nothing but brutal fighting.

Because of this, their fighting power is more powerful than Deadpool.

Be strong, be awesome, it's all about changing your brain.

But they met Lu Mingfei.

If he had a brain, he would have thought of running away after seeing Lu Mingfei's strength.

It's a pity that they have no brains.

Therefore, unlike what the hybrids imagined, Lu Mingfei worked hard to clear a passage and then arrived at Gaotianyuan.

Lu Mingfei directly wiped out all the dragon-born creatures on the seabed.

The sea is stained red with blood.

Strangely, the scarlet color is disappearing quickly.

Centered on Gao Tianyuan, something is absorbing the blood of these dragon-born creatures.

Lu Mingfei hangs above Gao Tianyuan.

Do you want to be resurrected, King Bai?

Lu Mingfei pulled the bronze chain, and the two life-saving capsules slowly fell. At the same time, the Hopeless Sky unfolded.

No, to be precise, what Lu Mingfei unfolded was not Hopeless Sky, but the Tomb of the Emperor.

Really unfolding the hopeless sky and Lu Mingfei still can't do it with his current cultivation level.

Even the emperor's tomb appeared because of the summons.

Sure enough, just as planned.

Lu Mingfei controls the emperor's tomb to enter the real dimension.

This Emperor's Tomb is originally a Nibelungen building, and has no basis for its existence in the real world.

So Lu Mingfei found Gao Tianyuan. ,

As the legendary residence of the gods, Gaotian originally had the attributes of the Nibelungs. The Three Noble Life and the White King once lived here. However, as time went by, Gaotian actually possessed two opposing and unified characteristics of reality and the Nibelungs. .

The emperor's tomb slowly moves towards Takamagahara. (End of chapter)