Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Norma marked the exact location of a wanderer on the streets of Tokyo on the screen.

Tasks are assigned to each specialist.

The staff had a great reaction to Deadpool. The main reason was that their ideas were still stuck in the past.

But times have changed.

After the S-level martial arts campus plan, the hybrids in Kassel have been completely transformed.

The specialists who are qualified to participate in this operation are all experts whose strength is endless.

There are even a few people who are about to reach the peak of physical training.

For example, this Kafka.

Originally, with Kafka's combat power, he was most suitable for the first line of defense, or the work of protecting the headquarters.

But Kafka’s technique is very special.

Looking at Kassel, he is the only one who practices the dream department.

Mengbu is more inclined to the spirit, the god of martial arts. It is difficult to practice this kind of skills, and the early combat power is average. Only after reaching the high and deep levels in the future can he show his true style.

Facing the same battle with a pure-blooded dragon, with the same level of cultivation, Kafka from the Dream Club was not even as good as Lancelot who spent almost all his attribute points on support.

However, his crotch-stretching performance during the low-level period cannot conceal the fact that he is actually a good hand at clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers.

Changing the opponent to Deadpool, Yumebu's Kafka is more efficient than anyone else.

As it is now.

Enforcement commissioners sent from Kassel roamed the streets of Tokyo.

Search for ordinary people and send them home, while maintaining the demon extermination array and cleaning up the deadpools.

The flaw was discovered after the fact. It was a secret, and the scholars really didn't expect that if the demon exorcism array was activated and the door was opened again, its occult symbolic meaning would be rapidly weakened. If a Deadpool attacked at this time, Come on, there is a high probability that the demon exorcism array will lose its function of protecting ordinary people.

Fortunately, no bad consequences were caused. Commissioners similar to Kafka took action in time, and Norma was in charge, informing all parties of Kafka's findings and scholars' inferences. As of now, an hour after Deadpool took to the streets, it is still There were no casualties.

I have to say, this is a miracle.

A large-scale Deadpool was dispatched, but not a single ordinary person died. The war has developed to this point, and the performance of the mixed-race coalition is completely textbook level.

Kafka escorted the Kurosawa siblings to the safe house. This was a backup plan made by the alchemists and onmyojis before the war began.

Although the onmyojis did not expect that the demon exorcism array would have such a big flaw, they had made preparations in advance, and they were prepared for the worst possibility, that is, the entire demon exorcism array collapsed.

This is also normal.

After all, from Kyoto to the Hyakki Yakō era to now, in the past hundreds of years, no one can guarantee that the demon-exorcism formation back then will be 100% effective, and there will be no accidents.

I'm afraid Tsukiyomi, who used the pseudonym Abe at the time, didn't dare to say it.

Moreover, the Demon Exorcism Formation itself uses JD.com as a template.

Today's battlefield is in Tokyo.

Occultism affects the whole body, and the relationship is so great that one must be prepared for any eventuality.

Therefore, before the war began, scholars jointly arranged two shelters and numerous safe houses to ensure that ordinary people could move to a safe place as quickly as possible after the overall collapse of the demon extermination array.

The nearest safe house Kafka took Kurosawa to was the subway.

As soon as we settled in, people started arriving one after another.

It was other commissioners who brought ordinary people here.

Kafka chatted with his comrades to understand the situation on the ground at this time.

Kafka smiled with relief when he heard that everything was fine so far.

He had to get on with his work.

Just wait until daybreak.

The mixed-race coalition must end the battle before dawn.

But this night is destined to be long.

"Mr. Kafka!"

Kurosawa Ai caught up with him, running so fast that he was panting.

"what's up?"

"this."

Kurosawa Ai bravely grabbed Kafka's hand and thrust the blessing of peace into Kafka's hand.

"Please pay attention to your safety."

Kafka looked at the girl with expectant eyes.

"Um."

He said.

"I will."

Walking onto the street, Kafka used the light of the street lamp to look at Ping Anfu. To be honest, it was a bit ugly and irregular. It was obviously the handiwork of a child, but it was very clean and had an indescribable smell.

Kafka smiled.

Speaking of which, it's so quiet.

It's been a while since I heard Fingel's voice.

What about others?

Kafka tried calling, no response.

He should be busy.

He looked at the tasks assigned by Norma.

Two streets away, there was a lone ordinary person.

gone.

When Kafka's back melted into the night, Fingel was caught in a fierce battle.

Following the black dragon at the beginning, pure blood dragons successively attacked the headquarters.

The ultimate combination of Susie and Lancelot is to deal with a pure-blooded dragon.

Any more and you won’t be able to do anything at all.

So, when people looked at the third real dragon that jumped out, they were helpless.

A strong man shouted something incomprehensible and fell from the sky.

look carefully.

This guy still had a chicken leg in his mouth.

Speaking of which, many people are secretly discussing in private. They are curious about how big the stomach of Fingel, who is always at the bottom of Kassel and is lucky enough to be in the same dormitory as an S-class student?

Is it a bottomless pit?

It seems that whenever I see this guy, he is eating something, either Coke or fried chicken.

It has to be doubted that one of KFC and McDonald's is owned by this guy.

Some people also went directly to Fingel to ask.

Fingel, of course, laughed and prevaricated, saying that fried chicken was his belief and other difficult words.

But in fact, Fingel has his own reasons for doing this.

He needs extra calories.

A lot of heat is required all the time.

It's just that few people know what Fingal needs so much heat for?

Is it because of his eloquence?

The Bronze Throne is very powerful, and it is also a relatively high-ranking word spirit in the bronze and fire series.

But I just heard that the Bronze Throne has the side effect of overloading the user.

What does it have to do with calories?

The mixed breeds couldn't figure it out and just thought it was the strange habit of this crane tail.

Only some people who come from ancient European families can think deeply.

They remembered the secrets that were quietly spreading.

There is a legendary dragon-slaying family that has an almost perverted rule. They inject every newborn with dragon blood. That is a terrifying liquid that can corrode even steel, but it must be injected into the delicate babies.

The subsequent deformities and mutations are completely conceivable.

For adults and mature dragon slayers, this is torture.

Not to mention a newborn.

The infant mortality rate of newborns in that family remained high all year round. Most of the babies could not survive this horrific ritual, and every baby that could survive the ritual was the capital of the family's future prosperity.

It is said that people in this family always have eccentricities, such as wearing cloaks and wrapping themselves tightly, as if they are worried about exposing their deformed limbs.

And after every battle, they will take the initiative to drink the enemy's blood.

Then, there is a possibility that Fingel's eccentricities are also due to family.

However, no one has ever heard of a mixed-race family whose quirk is that they like to eat a lot of Coca-Cola fried chicken.

Don't you think this is funny?

Speaking of which, indeed, almost everyone ignores this issue.

What is Fingal's family?

Is he really just a hybrid with no origin?

However, all mixed breeds who have experienced the Kassel era eight years ago know that Fingel was at the height of his power at that time, and his reputation came not only from his bloodline, but also from his family.

Some people vaguely remember that Fingel's family was very prominent, no less powerful than Caesar's Gattuso.

But which one specifically?

No one can tell.

It's amazing that Fingel, who is obviously a low-ranking person and whose rating in Kassel is lower than a dog, has a confidentiality level so high that only the principal can access it.

Many people are always deceived by Fingal's usual appearance.

After all, who would be intimidated by a husky?

But they forgot.

If you put your huskies in a world of ice and snow, the cold air will activate their bloodline.

Huskies are actually very strong.

On this day, people saw it.

Scene of husky fighting golden dragon.

Oh no.

Not a husky, but a Finger.

Here, Susie and Lancelot had just finished their battle with the black dragon and were rushing into the next one.

Then the third golden dragon appeared.

When the hybrids are determined to fight to the death.

Fingel dropped from the sky with a chicken leg in his mouth.

He put on a pair of gloves. They were hard, as if they were made of diamond, but they could move at will.

This is Fingel's weapon.

The choice of weapons at that time was really surprising. Lu Mingfei laid out a row of alchemical weapons for the mixed-race warriors to choose from. Fingel was the first to rush out like a stray dog. Just when the students thought that this guy was definitely going to When choosing the most handsome-looking and most expensive sword, Fingel didn't expect that he would end up choosing the mediocre pair of gloves in the corner.

Then Fingel held his gloves and laughed strangely.

"I will use these iron fists to beat you all to pieces from now on, Koukou!"

The students were stunned.

Oh, it turns out that this guy is watching Hong Kong comics again.

That's okay. It's okay.

As we all know, since Lu Mingfei opened the door to Kyushu Martial Arts in Kassel, this original mixed-race world's highest institution has gradually undergone some changes.

For example, everyone has a martial arts book, some read Jin Yong, some read Gu Long, these two are the mainstream.

There are also those who find new ways.

Just choose Hong Kong comics.

Mr. Caesar, the student union chief, said it well.

"The people in Hong Kong comics are so good."

Look, even the dignified Lord Caesar thinks he is a middle-aged man. You can imagine what kind of lunatics there are in Hong Kong comics.

Since Fingel is watching Hong Kong comics, it is understandable that he chooses gloves instead of swords.

After all, madmen all believe that only beating the enemy to death with fists is truly powerful.

Generally speaking, if you choose gloves as a weapon, you must also match them with a pair of armor.

Fingal doesn't need to.

He has a speaking spirit and a bronze throne.

After falling from the sky, Fingel stood in front of the golden dragon, cracking the bones of the chicken leg and laughing.

"I take a good calcium supplement every day."

The mixed breeds who saw this scene nodded silently.

Sure enough, my brain is not normal.

Then Fingel lit up his golden eyes, which were eyes with flowing magma. In fact, this guy's bloodline was no worse than anyone else's.

The low voice of the spirit reciting echoed in the battlefield.

That was Fingel using his speech spirit.

His skin took on a bronze hue.

Thick, hard, and simple.

At the same time, some strange patterns automatically appeared on Fingel's body.

It was some kind of alchemical text.

Similar to dragon scales.

Dragon scales not only have excellent defensive power, but also form a matrix through special arrangement and combination, allowing dragons to do many magical things, such as breathing underwater and flying in the wind.

After all, just using the dragon wings to drag their fat bodies into the sky is not aerodynamic at all. Since science cannot explain it, only non-science such as alchemy can explain it.

What's more, in addition to the Western dragons, the dragon clan also has individuals similar to the Eastern dragons. Many of the bronze and fire series have the Eastern dragon body type.

If it makes sense to say that the Western dragon can barely fly with those bat-like wings, then you can't explain the Eastern dragon at all.

The secrets of dragon scales are enough to open many disciplines. If it were not for wartime, when all resources were tilted toward war, scholars would have been studying dragon scales without sleep or food.

But few people know that after Fingel uses the bronze throne, patterns like alchemical characters will appear on his body.

It has the same effect as dragon scales.

What does this scene represent?

It is worth pondering.

At least, people can be sure that the former Fingel did not have these alchemical characters on his body.

The golden dragon had enough time to wait for Fingel.

These dragons were clearly a raiding headquarters, but their attitude was like that of warriors or knights in novels who came to challenge them. To describe them as polite was not an exaggeration.

He saw the change in Fingal.

interesting.

Jinlong became excited.

Looking at mixed bloods, the concentration of dragon blood in the guy in front of him is considered very rare.

He hasn't gone crazy yet with such a high bloodline.

This warrior's self-awareness is very strong.

Jin Long seemed to be able to see through Fingel's laughing face and see deep into Fingel's soul, the warrior who was more determined and more qualified than anyone else.

Fingel charged at him, fist pumping.

The battle between man and dragon unfolds in this soul-piercing way.

The hybrid found that Fingall needed no help.

He alone is enough.

This is really surprising.

If Susie and Lancelot join forces, their combat power is comparable to that of Chu Zihang and Caesar.

And their combination can face a dragon alone.

So who is Fingel, who also faces dragons alone?

Does it mean that Fingel already has combat power comparable to Chu Zihang and Caesar?

Some people think deeper.

Is this really all Fingel's strength?

From the moment Fingel stood up to block the pure-blooded dragon in public.

No one will look at Cassel's former pride with a pessimistic view.

So people realized a fact.

For a long time, Fingal remained in hiding.

He was like a tiger in the mountains and forests, gathering its claws and waiting for an opportunity.

No.

This metaphor is inappropriate.

It should be a giant panda.

You have to paint this thing all black or white to know whether the fire is a bear or a cat.

Dark circles are just a disguise for it.

Likewise, all of Fingel's previous performances were just disguises.

So who can guarantee that Fingel, who is fighting the golden dragon now, is not in disguise?

Did he really use his full strength?

Francis shook his head.

Various ideas collided in his mind.

Look away from Fingel's battlefield.

No need to worry.

Francis was sure that the Fingel he knew was back.

That's right, the man he knew eight years ago was the man who made all the difference in Kassel and seemed to be born to enjoy all the applause and cheers.

He is back.

Although it is a bit hasty to say this, Francis can be sure that the final victory in this battle with the golden dragon must belong to Fingel.

There was no reason why he couldn't do what the two juniors, Susie and Lancelot, could do.

and.

Francis doesn’t know what’s happening to the junior brothers and sisters in Cassel now.

Did the principal's happy education ruin them all?

It's just that he acts in a loose manner, but he has lost even the most basic observation skills.

When Francis heard that Fingel was currently in Class F, he was surprised. He really thought about whether Fingel had fallen.

But when Francis saw Fingal in person, he was finally convinced.

Fall?

How can it be.

Absolutely not!

Francis could even say that even if Principal Angers had fallen, Fingel would never have fallen.

Too obvious.

As long as your eyes are not blind, you can see it.

Fingel's body is full of muscles!

Francis really couldn't figure it out.

Don’t the junior brothers and sisters see the shadow of another person in Fingel?

They are so similar.

Principals Fingal and Angers.

These two people are so similar.

They are both cynical, but one has a higher style and the other is meaner.

But the point is.

The size of both of them.

That body of muscles.

Flying from Angers to the south and north, he was either attending concerts or dancing with his arms around the little girl.

As for Fingel, let alone fried chicken and coke, his work and rest schedule is such that even the undead would have to bow down to it.

In the case of these two guys, they still have muscles that are not just flashy, but real.

It can only be said that they have made unimaginable efforts in places that others cannot see.

The reason is very simple. Just ask any fitness enthusiast and you will know. You ask them to throw away all those broccoli and chicken breasts and replace them with fried chicken and Coke, and then ask them to maintain their figure or even get better. Just see if they beat you up.

What about Angers?

Any 130-year-old man who can throw away his crutches and run several hundred meters can be regarded as a medical miracle.

What's more, Angers are not only vigorous and energetic, but can even rush to the dragon-slaying battlefield and fight dragons for three hundred rounds.

After seeing Fingal in person, Francis was sure.

Even after the tragedy in Greenland.

Fingal is still Fingal.

He never changes.

In other words, he became stronger instead.

This warrior buries the flame of revenge deep in his heart, and does not tell outsiders easily. He shows others with a cheerful face, but secretly sharpens his claws, ready to cut the enemy's throat and drink the dragon's blood at any time.

Now, it's time for the sword named Fingel to announce its existence to the world.

Francis squinted.

All battlefields are proceeding as planned.

So, next.

It’s time for the main show to begin.

The two largest screens in the command center, one is the maritime battlefield of the first line of defense, and the other is the crater of the Divine Burial Hall.

Francis looked over.

Professor Schneider also looked over.

Where will you start?

…………

Divine burial place.

Uesugi Yue tugged on his windbreaker. This was the uniform of the Sheqi Eight Executive Bureaus. It was made of top-quality fabric, was light and did not affect movement, and even had a certain degree of defensive function.

Uesugoshi's outfit is still a special style. At that time, Sakurai Kogure was in trouble. She was temporarily responsible for the logistics work of the eight Seraki families, but she ran into big troubles as soon as she took office.

What specifications should Uesugoshi's uniform be?

In the above special situation of Suigoshi, it is not appropriate to give him the Uesugi family crest or the family crest.

The Supreme Emperor? The Sheqi family doesn't have any rules about what the emperor should wear.

It was Yuan Zhisheng who said that he would prepare it according to the parents' specifications.

Uesugoshi didn't have any objection. Although this man had a disgusting face when he received the clothes, he couldn't hide the smug expression on his face when he looked in the mirror wearing his uniform. of.

It wasn't the uniform that made Uesugi happy.

It's the son's thoughts.

In fact, when Uesugoshi chose to defect from the Sheqi Eighth Family, he swore that he would never use anything related to the Sheqi Eighth Family from now on.

But now, this guy's previous vows have been thrown out of the window.

These are the clothes prepared for my son!

This alone was enough for Uesugoshi to enjoy himself secretly.

The more he looked at Yuan Zhisheng, the more satisfied he became.

So handsome, so good-looking, so like me.

Gee, it looks exactly like me when I was young.

Uesugoshi poured wine into his mouth and talked to the head of the Ryoma clan next to him.

"You, boy from the Ryoma family, tell me more about your parents."

Ryoma Genichiro felt helpless.

He could only repeat the words he had repeated countless times.

Everything about your parents.

Ryoma Genichiro racked his brains.

From Minamoto's first appearance at the Sheqi Eight Family, he then dominated the Kassel branch of Japan with absolute dominance, and then went to the Kassel headquarters as an exchange student to create his own Minamoto s legend.

"Hahaha!"

Uesugi slapped his thigh excitedly.

"It means that my son penetrated the school in Angers, right?"

"This is good, this is good!"

"I will definitely have to ask Angers later."

"I don't know what Angers's expression will be when his proud Cassel is penetrated by my son."

“It’s really exciting!”

Ryoma Genichiro remained silent.

The old man in front of him used to be the king of the Sheqi Hachi family, and he once truly controlled the country. Although Uesugi was more like a puppet at the time, there was nothing wrong with him sitting in that position.

Years of ramen life have not been wasted on Ue Sugoshi.

Or perhaps, it has actually already worn off.

In fact, Uesugoshi is already a complete ramen chef.

But he met Yuan Zhisheng.

Uesugoshi originally thought that his life would be like this, dying as a ramen chef.

Discovered suddenly.

It turns out that I have a son.

more than one.

There is also a daughter.

The most beautiful girl in the world.

Uesugoshi is like an old machine, with creaking gears and rusty parts, running there day after day relying on inertia, just waiting for the day when it can no longer move, anywhere in the corner, just like that scrapped.

Then suddenly, his power was full again, the parts were polished brightly, and the rust was gone, and he was able to drive with steam all the way to the end of the universe.

What made him undergo such a big change was responsibility.

Growing up happens in an instant.

Some people don’t really grow up until much later in life.

Some people simply remain children their entire lives.

Uesugi spent his whole life in a daze, and when he was about to die, he finally lived like a man.

"alright!"

Uesugoshi drank the wine in one breath.

This is a very expensive wine, the private collection of the eight Sheqi families. It is usually kept in the cellar and requires professional care.

When he drank it, Uesugoshi felt that the sake tasted similar to the sake he used to drink ramen.

If there is a chance in the future, I must show off my skills to those two brats.

Uesugi thought more and more.

The faces of Minamoto and Kazama appeared in front of them.

He laughed.

Sure enough, compared to the failed parents, I am still more confident in my ramen skills.

Uesugoshi moved his neck and pulled out two knives.

He turned around.

"The fight is about to begin, boy from the Ryoma family."

Ryoma Genichiro took a deep breath.

A long opening opened up in the crater of the Divine Burial Hall.

Something terrifying was looking at him.

"Um."

Ryoma Genichiro said into the headphones.

"In the direction of the Divine Burial Hall, engage the enemy."

The last sentence stayed in his heart.

"Wish me good luck, Nanami." (End of chapter)