Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 366 Let’s have a meeting first

The never-ending rainstorm, the magical cherry blossoms that fall in the wind, the ancient temple under the dark curtain, and that beautiful and enchanting figure.

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In a conference hall deep in the Hall of Valor at Kassel Academy, hybrids used technology to reproduce fragments of time and space from film and television materials. Bright blue laser beams were cast from the ceiling, interweaving into a dense grid of light beams.

The net slowly swept across the entire conference room, and the holographic 3D projection gradually took shape.

The scene suddenly changed, and the participants sitting on the benches seemed to have come to an open temple where heavy rain was falling.

Someone stretched out his hand to touch the falling rain, and the rain passed through his palm without any surprise, leaving behind a light blue ripple.

The sound was replicated, and the whole world was noisy.

Soon, everyone's attention was focused on the figure that suddenly appeared not far away. From the perspective of the mixed-race aesthetic, she was undoubtedly a young goddess of beauty, pretty and delicate, but everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

The white scales, the erect pupils, and the inhuman aura were overwhelming. Even though I knew it was an illusion, I was still shocked by its strange and stunning appearance.

There is no doubt that this is a monster of a bloodline that cannot be compared to the hybrids. The muscles undulating like flowing water under the scales hide such explosive power, and the hot breath demonstrates a vitality as vigorous as the sun.

Deadpool? No, Deadpool is not such a beautiful creature, they are all fanged and bloodthirsty monsters.

But her appearance was definitely not that of a human or a hybrid with delicate skin.

Therefore, people can only define her as - a dragon!

In this world, only the dragon has the characteristics of being both god-like and devil-like, a dual body of aesthetics and brutality.

The beautiful phantom raised her head as if looking at something. People followed her gaze and saw a blue-grey mist rising above a bell tower. The wind and rain could not blow it away or wash it away, and there was mystery and weirdness everywhere.

Suddenly, a phantom pulled out a giant sword from the void that did not conform to any mold in human history. The sword body was beautifully tempered. People who were proficient in alchemy had their eyes shining, thinking that this was an extraordinary alchemical weapon.

The phantom roared, swung the giant sword at the unknown thing, and his mighty power spread in all directions.

The scene changed and the projection technology was turned off.

People returned to the silent conference room.

Everyone present was silent. They were not people who only saw the world from a narrow perspective. Those who could participate in this meeting were all top-notch in a certain field, and some had even influenced the course and direction of history.

Because they are really too old, most of them are very old, as if they were dug out from a grave, and are out of tune with the times.

"How to say it?"

Someone looked at the end of the conference table, where a vigorous old man with silver hair was sitting, symbolizing the position of the leader of the secret party.

"What do you say?" Ange shrugged.

"Although she has many dragon features, her appearance still reveals that she is Xia Mo, a student of the History Department Class of 08." Turing, one of the secret party members, spoke.

"Xia Mo is the most super S-class hybrid in the history of the Secret Party. She scored full marks in the Triple E exam, which is higher than Mr. Ange's." Someone added.

"Doesn't this further prove that Xia Mo possesses talents and abilities that we cannot match?" said Angé.

"Mr. Ange, I'm sorry to disagree. Xia Mo's performance is beyond the limit of a hybrid. Will Mr. Ange, who is S-level, also grow scales on his stratum corneum?"

"It's hard to say." Ange said sincerely.

"Everyone, it's not surprising that the skin has scales or even facial skull protrusions," a cold and majestic voice came from another seat at the conference table. He said seriously, "The problem is that it can be changed back. This is not like a chameleon changing its skin color. This violates the rules set by genes."

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed slightly to the man and saluted the respected "Dragon Bloodthirster" Beowulf.

Families like Angers, Elizabeth Laurent and even Gattuso were considered the new elite among the mixed-races. Before the Industrial Revolution, in that age of slaying dragons with swords, Beowulf was one of the most prominent surnames, alongside St. George, Sigurd and Cadmus.

Beowulf of this generation is over 150 years old, older than Ange, and most of the elders are still young people in front of Beowulf.

He was pale and huge, and sat there like a thick limestone tombstone.

Under the lamp, the folded, old hands reflected faint light, and the surface of the skin was covered with fine white scales.

Beowulf has not appeared at this conference table for nearly a hundred years because he strongly opposed the establishment of the academy by the Secret Party.

The so-called dragon slayers trained by the academy are only cowards. The real dragon slayer can only be baptized on the battlefield! "This is Beowulf's consistent attitude. He does not approve of the ivory tower's house game.

But Beowulf could not resist the changes of the times. The Secret Party finally voted by majority in favor of the establishment of the academy. Originally, Beowulf was the head of the executive department of the Secret Party, but after this incident, he resigned in anger and left.

Now a young girl who just turned 20 has led out this big shot. In the 3D video just now, Beowulf stared at Xia Mo with eyes as blazing as torches, obviously treating her as prey.

Beowulf's speech caused a lot of discussion among the participants. Half-bloods can also grow horns on their heads and tails on their backs. After all, they are all descendants of dragons... Only by abandoning their human souls and seeking the violent and extreme power of their ancestors, and violating the bloodline contract, can they become Deadpool.

And Deadpool, without exception, is a monster that has lost his mind. He can no longer hug his friends, and his claws will abandon his friends' hearts.

It’s delicious, my friend.

If the video footage provided by the mysterious person was a live broadcast, these people would regret the death of a genius, but that is in the past. Xia Mo is still beautiful and is said to have many fan clubs.

Can Deadpool change back?
This unscientific!

But Xia Mo is a dragon, which makes sense.

The theme of this long-awaited meeting and even trial is clearly visible... Xia Mo, is she a hybrid or is she a dragon lurking among them!

In response, Gattuso's representative, Frost, who appeared on the stage using a projector, said coldly, "I've said it before, Xia Mo is a devil disguised as one of our compatriots. She is very popular among the younger generation, which just shows that the devil is corrupting the inside."

"Oh, if dragons learn to use our strength to fight against ourselves, we won't know where the sharp swords that we have spent so much effort to train the warriors to stab us in the future!"

Frost's speech made no secret of his disgust for Xia Mo, especially because she had snatched away Gattuso's bride, which brought shame upon him.

"I have objections. You are seeking revenge for personal gain. Aren't you just thinking about Xia Mo asking your nephew to do pole dancing?"

The vice-principal in the corner muttered.

When the old people attending the meeting heard this, they were surprised.

Frost couldn't hold it back. This was a serious and solemn meeting. Everyone present was the elite among elites, gentlemen among gentlemen, except for that old bastard Flamel.

"Silence!" Beowulf said unhappily.

He cast his sword-like gaze towards the end of the conference table, wanting to hear Angers's opinions and how he would defend his students.

Ange felt everyone's gaze and smiled.

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(End of this chapter)