Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 8 Have you discovered what makes you different?
The world of dragons.

The sound of a sharp weapon scraping across wood reached Matthew's ears. He opened his eyes and saw a figure shrouded in a black robe.

Like the Grim Reaper standing by the bedside of a dying person.

The golden pupils flashed like torches in the shadows, inexplicably bringing a huge pressure to people.

"I'm glad I didn't get eaten."

Matthew grinned, seemingly oblivious to the pressure.

He grabbed the Bible on the table and backed away.

As he retreated, he bit his finger and drew runes on the pages of the Bible.

He needed a weapon, but he had no tools to engrave runes, so he could only use his own blood.

Because I had not yet recovered from the shock of the golden eyes, there were some errors in the description in the shared space.

The thing that appeared before him didn't seem to be some out-of-control hybrid, but rather a human Deadpool?

Where did it appear before? The viaduct on a rainy night? The Nibelungen?
He couldn't remember clearly either.

As a non-hybrid from the dragon world, what he has to do now is to cling to the thighs of other worlds and provide good intelligence.

If you have enough strength, whether you remember the plot clearly or not is not a problem. After all, it is too difficult to find a world where you can see the plot of Dragon Clan.

The smell of blood brought the black-robed man's desire for flesh and blood to its extreme.

He suddenly kicked his feet and chased after Matthew at an extremely fast speed.

The man in black robe didn't know what dodging meant, and the wooden bench used for worship broke into two pieces under his impact.

Amidst the wood chips, two men were chasing each other in the spacious church hall.

But no matter how fast Deadpool accelerated, he could never catch up with the target in front of him.

"This humanoid Deadpool doesn't seem very fast, and judging by his performance, his strength should be average. The pressure from his golden eyes can also be offset by his mental strength, so he's not very strong."

Matthew evaluated this in his mind as he wrote the inscription on the pages of his Bible.

He felt that he could kill with his bare hands.

But to be on the safe side, let's get two weapons first.

Who knows if there will be a group coming later?
The two chased each other for a full five minutes, and when they found that they could not catch up, Deadpool stopped and stared at Matthew with his golden eyes.

I don’t know what was going on in that brain that is no longer there.

At this time, Matthew completed the writing of the last inscription.

The two pages of the Bible turned into a streak of light and fell into his hands, turning into two gun swords flashing with cold light.

Matthew stopped, threw the Bible to the ground, raised his musket and crossed it in the shape of a cross in front of his chest.

"Okay, that's all."

The moment the last word fell, the whole person disappeared instantly.

Two rays of light as bright as autumn water lit up in the church.

Even the sunlight coming in through the window cannot dim this bright light in the slightest.

A huge head flew into the air without even having time to let out a wail, and half of the body slid down weakly.

The church fell silent.

Matthew stood in the ruins of the benches, dual-wielding his gunswords, silently gazing at the corpses on the ground.

Seems to be waiting for something.

"Clap clap~"

The silence was broken by a burst of applause.

Instead of the hordes of Deadpools, only a silver-haired old man walked in from outside the door, clapping his hands.

Judging from his black suit, shiny Italian leather shoes, incredibly handsome face, oiled hair that could serve as a mirror, and the bright red rose on his chest, he was obviously an old show-off.

"What a great fight."

The old showoff walked over in the sunshine and looked at Matthew with admiration.

"Besides, you seem to have discovered me a long time ago."

Matthew turned around, his expression wary.

"Who are you?" "Let me introduce myself, I'm Hilbert Jean Angers. I happened to be passing by here and witnessed a wonderful battle."

The old man is very elegant and at ease, just like an old English gentleman, but his name is full of French style.

"I didn't expect there were such strong hybrids in Chicago. They've gone undetected until now. Really remiss of mine."

"What half-blood, what are you talking about?"

Hearing the name, Matthew finally relaxed, but still tried to put on a vigilant expression.

Principal Angers was not surprised by this.

"That's a long story. Why don't we find a place to have a good chat?"

"Just go to the church reception room."

Soon, the two came to the church reception room.

Compared to the deceitful Matthew in the horror movie, Matthew in the Dragon Tribe is a serious priest.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to make some extra money, but the church here is too formal.

The management is strict and the accounts are transparent. Not to mention withholding relief funds, even earning extra money requires restraint.

"I must reintroduce myself, Hilbert Jean Angers, the principal of the Academy of Kassel."

Ange said elegantly, sitting on the sofa in the reception room.

"As a regular university registered with the Ministry of Education, Kassel College has always been committed to providing high-quality education and job recommendations to students with special talents. However, our major is quite special because we study dragons."

"dragon?"

"Yes, to be exact, it is the Dragon King Nidhogg. For thousands of years, Nidhogg and his descendants have been hidden in the shadows of history. All professional courses in Kassel are related to dragons." Angé looked directly into Matthew's eyes.

"And our ultimate goal is to slay the dragon."

Matthew had known all this when he read the novel, but it was impossible for an ordinary person who had nothing to do with the world of half-bloods in the first half of his life to know.

So I pretended to be interested.

But he couldn't help but complain.

"So, what's the full name of Kassel College? Kassel Dragon Slayer Vocational and Technical College? Kassel Technical School for short?"

Ange smiled.

"Kassel Technical School? That's a pretty fitting name."

"Sorry, it was just a little joke, please continue."

The old man nodded.

"Some people have dragon blood in their bodies, which gives them powers beyond those of ordinary people. We call these people 'hybrids'.

Judging from the battle just now, I believe you have already discovered your uniqueness."

“I do last longer.”

Ange paused slightly.

"That's one of the reasons. Besides that, having a completely different bloodline from ordinary people can make mixed-bloods feel out of place. Have you ever felt lonely?"

"No."

Matthew shook his head.

"The girls in Chicago are very welcoming. We can usually spend a wonderful night without feeling lonely at all."

He didn't lie about this. He was not a half-blood, so how could he have the Sorrow of Blood?

"To be honest, Latin American girls are hotter when it comes to passion, and you'll have a great experience in France too."

Angers subconsciously said that this was the track he was good at.

But the old man soon reacted.

"No, we shouldn't be talking about this today. Normally, freshman orientation is done by professors and Masashi Toyama. I don't think I'm qualified for that role."

"No, Mr. Ange, you are very competent. Please tell me more about the Latin American girl."

　The first update is here, the second update will be at 12 o'clock.

　　
　
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