Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Grandmaster."

Professor Schneider said.

"There's nothing we can do?"

"right."

The vice principal said firmly.

It's just that he was so categorical about this kind of news, which is disappointing.

“People must learn to see themselves clearly.

"Admit it, we, you, me, everyone listening, there's nothing we can do."

Professor Schneider's heart moved.

"You mean, apart from us..."

"Remember Angers?"

said the vice principal.

"The person I couldn't understand the most before was Angers. Although I haven't talked to him, I believe Angers must have guessed what the end of the world will be like."

"I can't do anything about the end of the world."

"But think about it, Angers is like this. Doesn't he seem to be helpless?"

said the vice principal.

"Maybe that guy from Angers has prepared something for today."

The words of the vice-principal made everyone's hearts surge. Yes, they still have a principal. Think about what Angers did in the past and the principal's reliable appearance.

"But what about the Angers?"

said the vice principal.

Everyone just felt like a basin of ice water was being poured down on them.

Angers was trapped in the Nibelungen of the God's Burial Hall and has not yet come out.

It happens to be this time.

Damn it, if only Angers had left something behind.

It is inevitable that some people will think so.

"Report."

Norma said.

"All emergency communications from Divine Burial."

Is it Angers?

The staff members were shocked.

"Connected."

Professor Schneider said.

Amidst everyone's expectations for Angers, they heard a harsh noise. At the same time, screams, moans, and bone-chilling sounds were engraved deep in the genes that can trigger the most. The roars of fear came at the same time.

This is!

The expressions of the staff members changed.

Why are there these movements in the Divine Burial Hall!

Logically speaking, the Divine Burial Hall should be the safest place!

The Divine Burial Hall is on the sea and not in the open air. They are in the crater of a volcano. This is a place where starry sky disasters cannot be transmitted at all.

etc.

Francis reacted immediately.

This noise doesn't sound like a disaster in the starry sky, but a battlefield or turmoil at the Divine Burial Hall. Are there any enemies?

They naturally thought of the Nibelungen, the burial place of God.

"Everyone... everyone is turning into a ghost!"

The head of the Miyamoto family said.

It sounded like he was seriously injured.

"We need support! We need support!"

A strange roar came from far and near, and communication was interrupted.

"The head of the Miyamoto family has activated the self-destruct mode of the communicator."

Norma said.

The communicators used by the hybrids in this war all came from Kassel's equipment department. The geniuses adhered to their fine tradition and each communicator was equipped with a self-destruct component.

In the past, people only thought that there was something wrong with the brains of the geniuses in the equipment department, and they could not communicate with them normally, and they really could not understand the meaning of why they had to equip everything with a self-destruct function. Is it really just because explosion is art?

Now, when the head of the Miyamoto family used the communicator as a grenade, everyone suddenly understood the good intentions of the equipment department's insistence.

Of course, the equipment department themselves may not know that they have such good intentions.

However, now there is a very difficult problem before them.

support……

Nowadays, the multi-front battlefield is completely in chaos, and they have too much time to take care of themselves. The first line of defense is equivalent to being trapped at sea. They want to go ashore to reach the sea, but the sea has become a medium for spreading disasters in the starry sky, which is completely impossible.

Tokyo is the hardest-hit area by the starry sky disaster. Many hybrids have become lookers. The surviving hybrids are busy transporting their companions and beware of the deadpool who may appear at any time.

The staff members calculated the cards in their hands, and for a moment they couldn't think of how else they could support the Divine Burial Hall.

"Everyone, support from the Divine Burial Hall is already on the way."

Professor Schneider said.

on the way?

The staff officers looked at each other.

Professor Schneider looked at the red dot on the map.

That was the fighter jet a minute ago.

A fighter plane without a pilot, controlled by the Norma split, and the Norma split was completely disconnected from the Norma.

You can't find any record of this fighter plane in any of the Kassel or Sheqi Eight Families' archives.

It is a ghost that truly does not exist.

A ghost fighter plane, of course, also carries ghost passengers.

Until the beginning of this war, Professor Schneider did not know that his side had such a fighter jet.

It was when Angers went to the Divine Burial Hall that Professor Schneider received a secret message.

A note appeared in Schneider's pocket at some point.

When he touched the note, Schneider quickly guessed that it was Angers.

Schneider had never left the headquarters room since the war began. The only one who had the ability to stuff the note into his pocket without anyone noticing was Angers, who had Time Zero.

Now that Norma and Kaguya have joined forces, they are still using the ancient method of sending messages. Professor Schneider realizes Angers' caution.

After reading the content of the note, Schneider understood that indeed, Angers should be cautious.

The Secret Party's Hall of Valor Project.

This is a plan that truly cannot see the light of day or be exposed.

Not only desecrating the corpses, but also making the souls and consciousnesses of the former dragon slayers into living beings, and thus driving their corpses.

At this point, it is already taboo.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of the Hall of Valor plan.

Professor Schneider didn't know until now that the Camarilla was still secretly conducting such evil experiments.

In Hollywood superhero movies, organizations like the Camarilla must have been destroyed by the righteous heroes working together.

Schneider was unfazed.

He was thinking about how to use the power of the Hall of Valor.

As for whether it is moral or not, whether it is blasphemous or not, these issues are not at all considered by Schneider.

Obviously, now is the time to use the Hall of Valor.

Angers...

Schneider suddenly wondered if Angers had realized that he couldn't get out before going to the Divine Burial Hall.

That’s why the Hall of Valor was left.

Is this your back-up plan, Angers?

But...Hall of Valor.

Schneider's heart was clouded.

He didn't know the specific combat power of the Hall of Valor, but he could imagine that the Hall of Valor could only fight against the Dragon Clan at best.

This is already strong.

Against pure-blooded dragons, this great feat has only been accomplished by Lu Mingfei Uesugoshi and Caesar.

But if the Hall of Valor is of this level, what can it do in the face of a disaster in the starry sky?

The most important thing for them now is the star disaster.

That is, the doomsday that the vice-principal said.

The Hall of Valor is about to arrive at the Divine Burial Hall.

Schneider calmed down.

Maybe Angers has other methods, but in short, the Divine Burial Site must not be lost.

High in the sky, a fighter plane flew over Mount Fuji.

Low-altitude fighter planes would never be allowed in normal times, but now that the end has come, no one will care about them.

Six copper cans fell from the sky without opening their umbrellas, and hit the ground directly.

Their landing point has been carefully calculated and is a standard hexagon.

I don’t know what kind of material the copper can was made of. There were no cracks after being smashed, and the surface was still intact.

The complex and gorgeous patterns on the copper jar gradually light up, and the Barot-style pattern has the beauty of black roses rotting on a full moon night.

The copper can was opened, cold air was sprayed out, white mist filled the air, and there was the sound of heavy footsteps.

The mountains and forests are eerily quiet.

Six pairs of golden eyes loomed in the white mist.

They naturally stood in an array, and the leader looked toward Mount Fuji, which was the direction of the divine burial site.

The controller Angers left to Genichiro Ryoma is also a signal transmitter. When the Hall of Valor arrives, it will emit signals at a specific frequency to guide the Hall of Valor to the location of the battlefield. The six people advanced quietly.

The first footsteps seemed to be just an illusion.

The white mist dispersed, and the copper jar stood alone.

In the Divine Burial Hall, the remaining hybrids formed a phalanx. They leaned against the cliff and defended the enemy with swords.

The thermal weapons had long been used up, and even the communicators used to communicate with the headquarters were thrown out as bombs.

When the accident happened, no one was prepared.

Enemies appear inside.

Without any warning, some of the mixed-race species left behind at the Divine Burial Hall began to transform into dead warriors.

This was an unusual transformation into Deadpool, and soon, several people could no longer see their human form.

The hybrids, who thought their companions were injured, saw that their companions had turned into monsters before they could react, and the claws had torn open their chests.

Death occurred at the first opportunity.

Miyamoto Shio tried to organize and build a defensive line.

The mixed-bloods who gathered together took the form of Deadpool again.

Some discover it right away, and some don't.

As a result, the defense line that was finally organized was torn to pieces.

In terms of individual combat power, it is difficult for hybrids to compete with Deadpool.

The monsters in Kassel's headquarters are an exception.

It's true that things have changed. In the past, the Kassel headquarters thought that the Japanese branch was a monster. Now, well, the Japanese branch thinks that the Kassel headquarters are monsters.

There was no way, after Lu Mingfei officially spread the martial arts in Kassel headquarters, the gap between the headquarters and the branch, or even Kassel and any hybrid organization in the world, has widened.

It is difficult for hybrids to improve their combat power on their own. The height they can reach in the future has been determined from birth, and this is written on their dragon blood concentration.

Martial arts is an exception.

Normally, for hybrids, Deadpool is already a nightmare.

If you want to deal with Deadpool, you have to be an A-level hybrid.

It is not impossible to be a B-level hybrid below A level, but if you are B level, you must have the consciousness to sacrifice your life to have a glimmer of hope.

The hybrids in the Divine Burial House are all composed of the eight Sheqi families. None of them practice martial arts. Facing Deadpool, they naturally have no choice but to risk their lives.

If only it was Deadpool.

Those who are qualified to participate in the battlefield of the Divine Burial Hall are without exception high-level hybrids. One by one, they are all elites among the eight elites of Sheqi. If Cassel's bloodline rating is used, 90% of them are A-level hybrids.

But it didn't appear out of thin air. I don't know what the mechanism is, and I don't know what the source is. In short, one after another, hybrids began to transform into Deadpools.

This is the most excruciating.

Deadpool can also kill.

Deadpool transformation is irreversible.

They may be able to fight against Deadpool, but if they think about it for a moment, they don't know when they may become Deadpool, and the curse may come at any time, but they are confused and don't even know the reason why the curse came.

There is only despair in their hearts.

Miyamoto Shio applied to the headquarters for support. Although he didn't know what other support the headquarters could provide, he had to try.

He found that Genichiro Ryoma was operating the black box. The head of the Miyamoto family felt his heart drop a little. The black box was given to him by Ange, and Genichiro Ryoma was asked to use it to deal with Yamata no Orochi. It might be a back-up prepared by the principal. , since it was prepared for Yamata no Orochi, it wouldn't be a problem to deal with a few Deadpools.

only……

Shio Miyamoto thought.

Can we survive until support arrives?

Shio Miyamoto chopped down a Deadpool.

Deadpool's head was chopped off by him. This guy seemed to be still alive. He was looking directly at him and his body was still crawling toward him.

Miyamoto Shixiong recognized that this was a descendant of their Miyamoto family. She was a somewhat shy girl with a high bloodline and very good talents. Although she was a girl, she was no less than a boy.

In other words, just because she is a girl, she works harder than boys. Miyamoto Shio can often see her training alone at the family dojo until late at night.

Although the Miyamoto family presides over the Yanliu Research Institute of the Jaki Hachi Family, and it seems like everyone in their family is a researcher in a white coat, they are still a hybrid with dragon blood flowing through them. No matter how much they study, they will never forget that they are a hybrid. The fact is that the training of combat skills will never be neglected.

She died after trying so hard.

Miyamoto Shio thought lonely.

He still died in the hands of himself, the head of the Miyamoto family.

Shio Miyamoto looked around, and almost half of the people had turned into Deadpools.

Why!

Shio Miyamoto ponders.

Although the bloodline of the descendants of the White King is inherently unstable. , but there must be an inducement for sudden large-scale depravity.

Miyamoto Shio collects information on the hybrids transformed into Deadpool. He does not need a computer for this kind of work, Miyamoto can complete it with his own brain.

Miyamoto found common ground.

Ninety percent of them are Deadpool hybrids, and their bloodline is inherently unstable.

According to the data, they are already at great risk of falling.

But there are also 10% of mixed races whose bloodlines are very stable.

Miyamoto Shio focused his attention on this group of people.

Did they do anything before?

Or……

A flash of inspiration flashed through Miyamoto Shio's mind.

Yes!

Shio Miyamoto knows where the problem lies!

It's the Nibelungs.

Miyamoto Shio subconsciously wanted to see it, but he stopped him.

fine.

Miyamoto Shio didn't know what would happen if he really went to see it. Nearly 10% of his companions were very close to the Nibelungen, and they looked up to see the Deadpool transformation that had just begun.

This is what Miyamoto found in common.

"listen."

Shouted Shio Miyamoto.

"Everyone, follow me!"

"Focused on Deadpool."

These two sentences were deliberately said by Miyamoto Shio, especially the latter sentence. A direct command to not raise your head is likely to be counterproductive. Humans are such strange animals. If you tell them not to raise their heads, they will wonder if there is something above. What, the more he told him not to look, the more he wanted to look. There was nothing he could do about it.

As for Deadpool, this order is very clear. It is a matter of life and death. The hybrids will not be curious and will definitely carry it out.

The result was just as Miyamoto envisioned.

They finally held a position, and no one was dead.

But this is not the way to go.

Same quantity

A hybrid is hardly a match for an equal number of Deadpools.

"hold onto!"

Shio Miyamoto said.

Now that Uesugi Yue is gone, the old guys have all gone to bathe in the magma, and the command of the Divine Burial Hall naturally falls to Miyamoto Shizuo.

As for him, he doesn't feel the pleasure of having power at all, but only the heavy responsibility.

"Headquarters support will arrive soon!"

"Everyone, hold on!"

Another person was killed by Deadpool.

"damn it!"

A mixed-race species rushed towards the group of Deadpools with red eyes.

"return!"

His companion called him from behind.

He doesn't care.

He was overwhelmed by the Deadpools, like a piece of candy thrown into an ant's nest.

The deadpools scrambled to climb on top of him. Wherever they didn't start, they just climbed on top of him.

Instead, the hybrids had a chance to rest.

Some girls stared blankly at the battlefield and vomited.

It's not like she hasn't experienced tragedy before. When Uesugi Yue led them to fight Yamata no Orochi, the scene was no smaller than it is now.

However, she only needs to think about the fact that these Deadpools were their companions not long ago, but now they have become like neither humans nor ghosts.

The companions turned into Deadpool and killed their companions.

The unparalleled sense of absurdity leaves people speechless.

"Support, support!"

"Where do you think the support will come from?"

Someone almost collapsed.

"From heaven?"

He reached for it.

"Is that there?"

"Right there!"

Miyamoto Shio's pupils shrank.

"Don't!"

late.

"I want to see what your so-called support is..."

The person who said this raised his head and looked at Nibelungen.

The rest of his words were gone, and he had no chance to say them again.

Scales burrowed out of his skin like ants.

He roared hoarsely, scratching his face with both hands, and his nails scratched the flesh. It turned out that they were no longer nails, but claws.

Shio Miyamoto held his breath.

late.

Has become Deadpool. (End of chapter)