A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 159 The Solomon Temple Meeting: Openly Fixing the Match

The students and elite officers responsible for guarding the square were utterly defeated; they were no match for the mysterious invaders.

So many students, along with the elite troops from the executive department, united as one, suffered a crushing defeat.

Schneider, in the principal's office, clenched his fists, but he wasn't too worried, because in the surveillance footage shown by Norma, Principal Angers had already arrived at the square.

That was the backbone of all the teachers and students in Kassel. As long as Angers arrived, the professors would no longer have to worry about the front lines.

This is the prestige that Angers has built up over the years. No matter how much morale collapses on the Kassel side, it will be basically restored as soon as Angers appears.

On the contrary, the black-clad gang that had already approached Odin's Hall was more worthy of their vigilance.

After all, the 'kind-hearted' Han Gao had actually led those seven young men to block the black-clad gang's path.

Schneider's expression grew even more somber as he silently increased the oxygen supply to the breathing cart. How could he not see that someone had tipped off Henkel?

Otherwise, given the sheer size of Kassel College, how could Henkel, who had been wandering around aimlessly, have managed to intercept the black-clad gang so conveniently?
Was it someone from the monitoring department? Or one of the professors here? Schneider glanced around discreetly, not finding it surprising.

Kassel is backed by eleven long-established mixed-race families in Europe, but it is located in Chicago, on the territory of thirteen North American families.

Given such a geographical location, it would be a simple matter for Han Gao and his associates to not only plant a few trusted confidants, but also to simply bribe them with money, power, and beautiful women to seduce a few people.
Spending money to bribe them is already a sign of respect for Kassel; at least they didn't send in dozens or hundreds of their cronies.

On both sides of the Odin Hall, there are portraits of hybrid heroes, with their dragon-slaying honors displayed below.

Every graduation season, Kassel graduates receive their diplomas from the principal under the watchful eyes of these historical heroes.

That was an honor for all the students in Kassel, a heavy, blood-stained honor.

To earn this honor, they not only receive money and applause, but also need to embark on a life-or-death battlefield to slay dragons and protect this glory.

But at this very moment, there wasn't a single Kassel student in front of Odin Hall.

Han Gao was old and frail, but he was by no means weak. He held an alchemical revolver in his hand and fired a shot into the sky.

That wasn't a signal flare; it was just a shot fired to light a cigarette in my hand: "This stuff is just right."

"Cigars are too much trouble for cowboys."

The seven young people behind him took out their weapons, either longswords or alchemical firearms, and activated the alchemical tools they carried.

In an instant, the seven people shone with various colors of light, more dazzling than the idols who sang and danced on stage.

It's hard to know whether to envy the extravagance of these second-generation rich kids or to despise them for relying solely on alchemical tools.

The black-clad team went even further, each member drawing a cross-shaped longsword. The moment they drew their weapons, their black robes opened, revealing that they were all wearing silver armor resembling tortoise shells.

"A longsword and armor?" Han Gao's slightly cloudy old eyes gleamed with a sharp light: "So you're a friend of the Solomon Temple Society."

Henkel spoke these words in a low voice so that Norma wouldn't catch them, hoping that the other party would understand the goodwill of the thirteen North American families.

The Solomon Temple is also a sacred and ancient hybrid power, originating from the Knights Templar in European history.

This power has a long history and places great emphasis on bloodline intermarriage, with bloodlines being of paramount importance within the organization.

The Temple of Solomon seeks the most exceptional bloodlines, often searching the world for A-grade hybrids and then using various means to arrange marriages between them and their own A-grade members.

This process produces hybrids with a stable A-grade bloodline. What's more, they go even further and will search for stronger and more suitable A-grade hybrids based on the talents and advantages shown by this offspring.

For hundreds of years, they have been persistently and purposefully accumulating bloodline advantages, striving to be stronger with each generation.

Whether this method is effective or not, Henkel cannot say for sure, but he really doesn't want to deal with such a deeply obsessed organization.

Putting aside other things, the fact that generations of Grand Masters of the Solomon Temple have insisted on this training method over the centuries demonstrates just how fanatical the Solomon Temple is.

Henkel didn't want to easily provoke a madman.

With that thought in mind, Henkel decisively opened fire!
Several bullets fired from the alchemical revolver hovered twenty meters away from the leader of the men in black when the air was suddenly pierced by electricity, exploding into small clusters of sparks. The bullets fired by Henkel were instantly reduced to smoke.

"That is?!" Han Gao glanced warily at the leader of the men in black: "Word of Power Sequence Number 99, Thunder Pool."

"It seems you've already prepared your trump card in order to counter Angers."

What makes Angers most feared is, of course, his speed with zero time enhancement, which allows him to take lives like a ghost in a time that is almost frozen in time.

However, if there is the all-around defense of the Word of Power: Thunder Pool, Angers will not be able to get close, unless Angers is not afraid of being electrocuted into charcoal.

“However, it won’t be of much use to me.” Han Gao used the same trick again, this time activating his Word of Power: Holy Judgment.

The air crackled with electricity, yet it was powerless to stop the bullets. Several bullets pierced through the lightning, grazed the elbow of the leading man in black, and struck the wall of Odin Hall!
It exploded into bright red sparks!
Alchemical Explosive Bullet!

If those shots hadn't missed, and had hit their mark, the leader in black wouldn't have fared so well.

The problem is, Han Gao, this sharpshooter, was able to shoot and wound Angers who used the Word of Power: Time Zero, but now he can't hit the leader of the men in black.
Is Henkel getting old?

Of course not. The black-clad gang understood Han Gao's intentions almost instantly, took the cross-shaped swords, and chased after Han Gao, hacking his way from the front of Odin's Hall to inside.

Outside, a dozen or so men in black were openly rigging a match with seven young men. They were exchanging blows, creating a lively and colorful spectacle.

Longswords and bullets flew side by side, and the power of words and alchemical tools were of the same kind.

Yet, not a single person was injured, let alone bleed. Not even one of the black-clad gang members' hoods fell off.

Their attacks, aimed at each other, often miss their targets but happen to 'coincidentally' hit the surveillance cameras in Odin Hall.

Both sides were in perfect sync; one didn't want to reveal their identity, while the other wanted to take the opportunity to investigate Kassel. Even if they couldn't find the Dragonbone Cross, it would be good to learn more about Kassel's background.

After two minutes of fighting, the facade of Odin Hall was almost completely destroyed, and the surveillance cameras kept going black.

Schneider, who was in the principal's office, saw his blood pressure spike: "Hango! Norma, ask him what he's trying to do!"

Norma broadcast Schneider's question over the radio. Hango dodged the black-clad man's ridiculously slow longsword with a quick movement, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He shouted over the loudspeaker, "Sorry, the enemy is too strong, we can't stop them!"

Then I shot the broadcaster.

Having gained nothing in Odin Hall, the two sides quickly reached an agreement. Han Gao led seven young men in a retreating battle, while the black-clad gang pursued them relentlessly, chasing them all the way from Odin Hall to Norton Hall.

Schneider knew perfectly well that both groups had their own ulterior motives and were trying to find the entrance to the Kassel underground ice cellar.
Fortunately, the ice cellar was heavily guarded, and with the added protection of Cassel's resources, Schneider could only order Norma to ignore both sides for the time being.

Prioritize monitoring the main battlefield on the other side of the square.

At this moment, the students from Kassel concealed themselves in the square, not daring to show their faces easily, for fear that Old Tang would pour molten steel on their heads again.

They all hid carefully inside the buildings, occasionally seizing an opportunity to fire a few shots from the shadows.

The elite members of the execution department were even more miserable. Chen Motong used psychology to become invisible, and he walked right up to their faces without them noticing. He hypnotized them one by one face to face, then shouted "monster" at Su Xi, and was then knocked unconscious by Su Xi.

Old Tang was in high spirits, telling Bao Lie about the pleasure of setting fire to Kassel, while Chu Zihang kept a certain distance from the others, wary of his surroundings.

Thanks to Chu Zihang's cautious nature, his spiritual intuition suddenly erupted at this moment, frantically alerting him as if he were being pricked by thorns!

Chu Zihang decisively drew the alchemical sword given to him by the old church, completely trusting his spiritual intuition, and held it to his left.

"Qiang!"

They managed to stop a broken knife that had been slashing at them from who-knows-when.

(End of this chapter)