From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 410 The blood of mortal kings must end with the sword! (Part 2)

The torrential rain pounded on the cracked glass, leaving crisscrossing streaks of water.

The principal's office is located in the safest area of ​​the entire school, but it is still within the sphere of influence of the Dragon King's spiritual domain.

The transparent glass reflected an aged yet resolute face. His full head of silver hair was meticulously combed, and his lean figure was dressed in a neat and sharp suit. Standing there, he was like a drawn sword, exuding a chilling killing intent. In his blazing golden eyes, it seemed as if molten lava was rolling.

He was the one who founded Kassel, the greatest dragon slayer in modern history, and the only one still alive from the original Lionheart Society.

Hilbert Jean Angers, whose name has been a nightmare for countless Dead Servants who have fallen into the abyss of dragons for nearly a century, is also the most hated figure by many half-blood secret society members.

Today, this centenarian still has sharp eyes.

The flames of revenge burning in his chest seemed ready to devour everything at any moment, even if it meant burning himself to ashes!

"Old man, this is the final battle. Are you willing to fight alongside me one last time?"

Angers did not turn around, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and asked in a hoarse voice.

An elderly man, seemingly cynical and dressed in a plaid shirt, sat in his office chair with his legs crossed. It was hard to imagine that this was Nicolas Flamel, the vice principal of Kassel, and a close friend and right-hand man of Angers!

Rumor has it that this old man is even older than Angers, and his lineage is second only to the four monarchs!

Nicholas tilted his head to look at him, his old face creased with wrinkles, and sighed, "Are you so eager to bury yourself?"

Yes, in his view, Angers' move was more like choosing a 'grave' for himself.

"We can't keep letting those young people charge into battle all the time, can we?"

Angers chuckled and said meaningfully, "The old era is coming to an end, and old guys like us should be buried in this era."

Upon hearing this, Nikolai was immediately stunned. Then, seeing the murderous intent in Angers' eyes, he seemed to have guessed something and his body trembled slightly: "Angers... are you going to take action against the Secret Society?"

"That statement is not quite accurate; it's not 'want,' but rather 'already.'"

Angers' words were laced with a chilling, murderous intent: "Guess what those people will do once the era of the dragons ends?"

“Seize power.”

Without hesitation, Nicholas stated his thoughts directly.

“Yes, the hero who slays the dragon will eventually become the dragon himself.” Angers looked out the window and said softly, “Eliminating the Dragon King is like removing the sword of Damocles that has always hung over the heads of hybrids. At that time, what will a species that surpasses humans in every way do?”

“But… eliminating the entire Half-Blood Secret Society is a bit too extreme, isn’t it?” Nicholas gasped, his face twitching.

Although he could foresee that once the Dragon King was completely destroyed, the entire Half-Blood Secret Society world would begin an even more frantic struggle for power and profit, even at the cost of starting a world war!
"No, I'm not that cruel, and I would never do that."

Angers shook his head and said calmly, "I only eliminated the Board of Directors. As for the remaining Hybrid Secret Society, it will exist in another form."

"Another form?"

Nicholas was stunned, but quickly fell into deep thought: "What does this have to do with your recent activities in Europe?"

During this period, or rather since the end of the mission in Japan, Angers' overall focus has shifted 180 degrees from the dragon-slaying project.

As the vice principal, he naturally knew some of the inside story, but he never understood its meaning.

After all, Angers suddenly set out to make moves in Europe and, with the help of the board of directors, directly altered the Vatican's power of papal appointment. With the collective approval of the Pope and twelve cardinals, he rewrote the commentaries on the scriptures, and even the image of 'God' was completely altered to a new symbol.

Although this incident caused a great uproar, it was ultimately suppressed under the authority of the Vatican.

In the eyes of the mixed-race secret society, it was indeed somewhat strange.

However, due to the immense power of the school board and Angers' authority, the remaining members of the mixed-race secret society naturally dared not question it.

But now, Angers has brought up the old issue again, which has raised questions for Nicolas.

"Ha, as expected of my best friend, you guessed it."

Angers grinned and turned to Nicholas: "I intend to redefine 'faith' and 'doctrine' with the Vatican as the center, and establish a secret Twilight Council to regulate future hybrids."

"How is that even possible? Are you crazy?!"

Nicholas's first reaction was that Angers had absolutely gone mad.

Using religion to restrain mixed-race people?
Isn't this just a joke? Religion is nothing but lies woven by politicians. How can it restrain a mixed-race group with enormous power?
"This is no joke, my old friend."

Angers said softly, "In fact, not only Christianity, but also Eastern Orthodoxy and Protestantism, the doctrines of the three will soon be reunited as one."

“Angers, what exactly are you planning to do?” Nicholas looked at him seriously, feeling increasingly uneasy.

With the three doctrines united, they essentially control half of the world's believers. With such a massive following, is Angers planning to repeat the Crusades?
Or perhaps, they intend to use their massive resources to counter the power of the mixed-race secret society?

"What I've done has never changed from beginning to end."

Angers said calmly, "Everything I've done is in pursuit of the goal of completely ending the era of the dragons."

"Including the integration of the three religions?"

Nicholas frowned and asked.

"of course."

Hope shone in Angers' eyes as he murmured, "Soon, the era of dragons will come to a complete end, and there will be no more hybrids or dragons."

Upon hearing this, Nicholas could no longer sit still, his face changing drastically: "Angers, tell me honestly, what's the point of combining the three religions?"

"What is the use?"

Angers couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Of course, it's about burying the old era and ushering in a new one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force, and the howling wind and the torrential rain all slowed down.

The elderly man in a sharp suit, with a single step, left Nicholas with a resolute, unwavering silhouette as he resolutely stepped into the torrential rain, a silhouette that would never return.

"Angers, what exactly are you plotting?!"

As Nicholas watched the departing figure, for the first time in his life, he felt a chill that ran deep within his heart.

The old man of the new era revealed a bitter smile, let out a long sigh, and stood up, leaning on the table: "Forget it, why bother thinking so much about the remnants of the old era? Just like you said, how can we old folks let young people charge into battle?" Nicholas Flamel's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, like a sharp arrow shot from a fully drawn bow, directly rushing into the rainstorm.

"Old man, wait for me!"

Gungnir tilted the tip of his spear and pressed it against the long-haired youth's neck.

Not long ago, Fingel's heroic appearance shattered the eyes of many students.

But in just half a minute, Fingel went from being the 'Flame Dragon Slayer' to being repeatedly rubbed against the ground, eventually turning into a 'crispy chicken'.

The entire process was almost a one-sided crushing defeat. Even though Fingel displayed the power of his 'A' grade bloodline, he still couldn't stop the powerful god. One second he was full of pride, and the next he was beaten and running away with his head in his hands. Until the lightning covered the entire shore of Lake Iron Forest, Fingel, who had nowhere to escape, was turned into crispy chicken.

Odin looked down at the kneeling youth with his golden eyes shining with intense light, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips: "Is this all the talent a student trained by Kassel has?"

"You think you're so proud of yourself for beating me?"

Despite being in a truly miserable state, almost completely charred from the electric shocks, Fingel still maintained his stubbornness and retorted, "I'm ranked last in the entire academy. There are plenty of people better than me. What the hell are you so arrogant about!"

"Ha, you're almost electrocuted, and you're still so stubborn?"

Pompeii frowned slightly, knowing full well that the other party was just being stubborn, but he just couldn't suppress the rage surging within him.

"Hmph, stubborn as a mule? Then I'll grant your wish!" A blazing light erupted around him, and a suffocating sense of oppression surged forth like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the blue bricks underfoot shattered inch by inch.

Since advancing to Sequence 4, his will has been able to manipulate the weather. Although the range is not large, it is still the pressure of nature!
Rumble!
The thunder that lingered in the sky grew increasingly violent, its dense clap almost tearing through the clouds, as if foreshadowing an apocalyptic scene.

The might of Heaven is magnificent, and thunder roars across the sky!
Pompey, gripping Gungnir, thrust his arm forward and stabbed at Fingel.

As the gun tip grew larger and larger in his eyes, Fingel finally calmed down, slowly closed his eyes, and awaited death.

"I'm sorry, my girl."

He murmured softly, "This time, I can't go back. Perhaps I should have died long ago, in that icy sea."

"Kid, don't give up so easily!"

Just then, a voice came.

An invisible domain suddenly expanded and enveloped everything.

The howling winds, the torrential rain, and even the lightning bolts erupting from Gungnir all seemed to be slowed down dozens of times.

The gun barrel propelled a swirling current of air as it thrust forward, unleashing bolts of lightning that streaked through the air, leaving clear, bright trails that spread like intertwined branches, slowly magnifying in Fingel's pupils.

"This is...Time Zero?!"

The light flickered in Pompeii's pupils, and he instantly guessed who it was.

The next moment, an old man, dressed in a sharp and neat suit, with his silver hair neatly combed back and his face aged yet resolute, stepped through the slowly dripping rain, twirling his knife beautifully. The folding knife sliced ​​through the raindrops, its chilling gleam striking straight at Pompeii's heart.

"Ah, old friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Pompeii showed no fear. He lightly stomped his foot, and crimson magma immediately gushed out from beneath the shattered blue brick and rock layers.

The magma, heated to thousands of degrees Celsius, formed a defensive barrier, directly forcing Angers to repel his attempt to behead him. Angers was forced to grab Fingel by the collar and retreat directly from the expanding magma.

"Old friend, it's been so long, why don't you stay and chat?" Pompey's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his gun shot out like an arrow, chasing after the pursuer.

Time zero has failed?!

As Gangnir hurtled towards him like a dragon cutting through the air, cold sweat beaded on Angers' forehead. In a moment of haste, he slashed at it with his folding knife.

boom!
The moment they made contact, the terrifying power caused Angers' arm to go numb and his tiger's mouth to be torn open.

The spear remained imposing and extremely powerful, and it was not stopped at all, continuing to approach in a straight line.

Just as Angers was about to be pierced through, Nicholas finally arrived at the battlefield. The seemingly old man suddenly unleashed astonishing power. His dragon blood boiled, and his muscles bulged. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a withered old man into a strong man two meters tall. He raised his hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed it down like a fierce general swinging a hammer on an ancient battlefield!

Boom!
He clenched his fist into a hammer and smashed it against the tip of Gungnir's spear, producing a metallic clang.

A dazzling spark flew as the gun was smashed to the ground. The lightning power that had gathered on it pierced into the hard rock, and in an instant, the lightning exploded, creating a rolling shockwave.

Pompey felt his spear tremble violently, almost slipping from his grasp, and a sense of horror rose in his heart.

In that split second, Angers, with Fingel, had escaped with his life from His spear.

“Nicolas Flamel.” Pompe’s gaze shifted to the man who had just saved Angers, and he sneered, “I didn’t expect you to be the one who was hiding the deepest secret.”

"No, I'm just an old man who collects a salary and lives a life of leisure."

Nicholas appeared relaxed on the surface, but in reality, his heart was in turmoil.

Pompeii truly lived up to his title of 'Dragon King,' having fully 'awakened' in the truest sense and wielding 'power and authority'!

He had just given his all to save Angers, but could only barely deflect the shot. The power contained in that shot felt to him like the legendary Yu Gong trying to move a mountain—no less than trying to push the weight of an entire mountain range!

"So only the two of you came?"

Pompeii glanced around, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "Today, I will bring human history to a complete end, and no one can stop me, I say it!"

Angers' pupils narrowed slightly, and he was about to rush forward to fight when someone grabbed his shoulder.

“Principal, you’re getting old. Let the younger people handle these things.”

As they were speaking, a slightly slender boy with dark green school uniform and handsome features walked out.

"Lu Mingfei, you've finally arrived!"

The moment Pompeii saw the black-haired boy, his pupils blazed with fury, as if he had gone mad: "Last time, you defeated me, but this time it might not be so!"

He is now full of confidence in order to avenge his previous defeat.

What Black King?
Today, He will trample everything under His feet!

(End of this chapter)