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Faced with the man in the black trench coat, Schneider completely erupted in a furious rage.

His anger was completely ignited. He was reckless and wanted to severely injure the man in the trench coat in front of him, trample him underfoot, and beat him up. He didn't care whether this guy was his past self or someone else.

He was so enraged that he just wanted to vent his anger and control the other person. Although the guy in the trench coat seemed to want to get something out of him, he was completely untrustworthy.

Schneider had every reason to believe that if he actually revealed his so-called bargaining chips, the other party would definitely blow his head off, or even start by smashing his bones, for fear that he might crawl out and report back.

Perhaps the simplest way is to first sever and crush his tendons in this deserted armory. Then, completely subdue him, watch him slowly try to crawl out, using his last bit of strength to sustain his movement, and finally blow his head off.

The man in the trench coat in front of you looks funny, humorous and dashing, even polite, but he is definitely a devil.

A single moment of carelessness, and he would pounce and devour the demon. Throughout the entire process, Schneider gave it his all. No matter what tricks his opponent might pull or what terrifying methods they might possess, his only thought was to strike first.

This is also his last chance. If he loses this chance, he will only become a plaything to be manipulated. Schneider is not afraid of death. He is only afraid of not being able to complete the revenge. He is also afraid of having his life played with in a mocking way again.

Because he carried too much on his shoulders and too many missions, he absolutely could not allow his life to be mocked like this, because in his eyes it was as if his former comrades, family and partners were being mocked.

With this intense hatred and unwavering determination, Schneider, the old man clinging to life, pounced at that moment, like an aged lion unleashing a devastating attack on the verge of death.

It was a strike of unstoppable force, a desperate, all-or-nothing outburst, like a warrior stepping onto a battlefield where death is the only possibility. This strike meant either his death or his opponent's annihilation—it was that simple, that relentless, all-or-nothing struggle, just as on that battlefield of dragons, there was absolutely no such thing as peace.

The only way to achieve peace is to kill all dragons. Schneider has held this determination since the beginning, and this determination has grown stronger over the past ten years, now standing tall and imposing like a mountain.

Anyone who dares to obstruct his path to slaying dragons will be devoured by him, eaten alive. And now, the man in the trench coat in front of him has definitely touched his sore spot.

So at this moment, Schneider revealed his true intentions, determined to kill the man before him, but before that, he had to extract the secret from him.

Faced with this desperate attack, the man in the trench coat curled his lips into a mocking smile.

Schneider's seemingly premeditated and fierce attack was utterly insignificant in front of the man. He easily dodged Schneider's ferocious pounce by slightly turning his body.

After missing his target, Schneider stumbled and fell forward, looking like an angry porcupine that had stumbled while charging at its target. His body went completely off track, and he finally slammed his head hard against a display case, instantly bleeding profusely from a head wound.

"Oh dear, Minister Schneider, you're injured? Do you need a doctor? But I've learned some emergency treatment techniques, let me treat you?"

The man in the black trench coat walked up with a concerned expression, like a doctor performing emergency treatment on a patient, showing great tension and concern. However, he was not carrying any medical supplies.

Instead, he reached out and grabbed Schneider's head from the back, pulling on his iron-gray hair, and slammed him hard against the weapons display case.

"Minister Schneider, do you think this will stop the bleeding? If not, I have other methods. How about this? This should work, right?"

The man in the black trench coat sneered as he pressed Schneider's head down and rubbed his cheek against the entire display case. He jogged along, practically using Schneider as a skateboard to rub against the display case.

However, Schneider, who seemed to be panting heavily, suddenly turned around and hugged the man in the black trench coat. Like a wounded old lion, he roared and pushed the man forward.

"What right do you have to mock me here, you damned thing? You think you've got everything under control, but in my eyes you're the real clown. If you're really capable, why don't you just kill me? Why are you wasting your breath trying to get information out of me?"

With a loud bang, Schneider shoved the man into the display case, denting the alloy-like case. The man in the black trench coat shook his head indifferently and then slammed his elbow into Schneider's back.

With the sound of bones breaking, Schneider fell face-first to the ground. Due to the force of the impact, the mask on Schneider's face shattered upon contact with the ground, revealing a small portion of his face that was twisted like a demon.

At this moment, the other party was glaring at the man in the black trench coat with gritted teeth, as if a demon in hell was staring down at the human world, at the mortal enemy of mankind.

The man in the black trench coat, however, didn't care at all. He squatted down and said in a sigh-like tone:

"Schneider, my old friend, you need to understand one thing: I'm not killing you, and it's not entirely to extract information from you. Besides, even though you're the head of the executive department at Kassel College, there are still many things you don't know within your authority."

You know even less about Kassel College than I do, so I never intended to get anything out of you. The reason I'm helping you, trying to enlighten you, and wanting you to join us is because I think your life is too tragic, as tragic as my past self.

For those who have fallen into the abyss, how could I not want to lend a helping hand? So I am saving you, Minister Schneider! You must understand that only another evil can save one evil. You may seem to be the Minister of the Executive Department of Kassel College now, but so what?

I know your bloodline is always on the verge of going berserk. Even though you're barely clinging to life, you could become a dragon or a Deadpool at any moment.

It's not just me who knows; many people at Kassel College know, including Vice-President Leonardo, Principal Angers, and even the board of directors. They are all well aware of it.

The reason they're still keeping you in that powerful position of head of the executive department is because you're still useful to them; you can still do things for them. But have you considered what they'll do if you ever lose control, if you can't suppress your bloodline anymore, and you're about to become a Deadpool?

Schneider was stunned when the man uttered those cold, mocking words. He didn't say anything because he didn't know how to refute him.

Schneider must have thought about this question before, right?

He hated dragons so much, he was so furious with them.

It is precisely because of his spirit of self-sacrifice that the academy's higher-ups value him so much. However, because of his willingness to sacrifice himself at any time, he is also walking on the edge of an abyss, always on the verge of falling into it, into that dark hell, where he can never truly sink.

When that time comes, he will be met with a bullet, a bullet that is not his own, but comes from Kassel College.

The man in the black trench coat sneered again, "Minister Schneider, why aren't you saying anything?"

Did I hit a nerve? Or have you never thought about this before? Don't tell me you really haven't thought about it, because I think you're joking. If it's convenient, could you tell me what's on your mind?

Yes, those are the questions you've been pondering day and night. Perhaps I can give you an answer.

The man in the black trench coat spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone extremely playful, more like a superior person pitying his child.

But Schneider heard a hissing sound like a venomous snake.

"I don't care who you are, you don't need to waste your breath here. Kill me or do whatever you want. As for what you said about me becoming a death servant and then being killed and judged by Kassel College, you don't need to worry about that at all."

When that moment finally came, the people from Kassel College didn't need to lift a finger, because inside my heart, right where it connects to my heart, I had planted a miniature bomb inside myself.

If my heart stops beating, or if a major accident occurs, this bomb will explode at any time depending on my condition.

I have long been determined to sacrifice myself. To kill the dragons, to slay the monsters of the icy sea, I have long been willing to do anything. Although I am already riddled with wounds, my will has never wavered. Therefore, I advise you not to waste your time here.”

Schneider spoke in a similarly cold tone, uttering each word with almost all his might, his unwavering determination and chilling persistence palpable to everyone.

This obsession almost twisted Schneider into a monster, but for Schneider, he was a monster in himself, and to kill monsters, he had to become an even bigger monster.

Schneider had been prepared for this from the beginning. However, upon hearing Schneider's words, the man in the black trench coat was slightly taken aback. He glanced at Schneider's chest, then looked up, stroked his chin, and said:

"It seems that Minister Schneider is even more decisive than I imagined, and the organization needs someone like you more than ever. If possible, I would still like you to join us."

"dream!"

Schneider said in a deep voice.

The man in the black trench coat said confidently:

"Why is it a dream? That dream is about to come true, Schneider. Actually, you're the one who's dreaming! You need to understand that if you stay in Kassel College, you'll never be able to slay the dragon."

Especially those board members of Kassel College, they want dragon bodies more than anyone else because they crave that wealth and power. To them, dragons are like a beggar seeing a real mountain of gold and silver. They want to possess them immediately, not share them with others, and certainly not use them for charity. You know what I mean!

You must understand, but you just don't say it. In the entire board of directors of Kassel College, is there anyone who shares your views? You simply want to slay dragons, to kill them all, and even burn their bodies to ashes, but they are different.

Although they also wanted to kill dragons, what they craved even more was the value that dragons contained. They even wished they could devour the dragons directly, just to obtain that powerful force.

So...Schneider, you're the one who's really dreaming. Your dreams are too simple, while theirs are too complicated.

You can't kill those dragons, because if you kill one dragon, more dragons will evolve, and those dragons could very well be the people around you.

But we are different. We are an organized and disciplined gang. Our only goal is to slay dragons, and we will not use any of the dragons for any value. Every time we kill a dragon, we will burn it to ashes, for fear that they may have other means to revive.

So from the very beginning, we went all out; those dragons were already on the death list from the start. Now, you might want to consider this: I mean everything I'm saying, and I sincerely hope you can join us, instead of becoming someone else's dragon-slaying weapon.

More importantly, after you kill those dragons, they will use the things on those dragons to evolve into new dragons again, endlessly, as long as the desire in their hearts cannot be extinguished. And how can a person's desire be extinguished?

It's like a boulder rolling down a mountain; desires only grow stronger and stronger, eventually enough to overwhelm everyone and even destroy the entire world.

As for Schneider, at that point you can only watch the tragedy unfold, you can't even make any changes, you might even shoot yourself, even without me doing it myself.

If I'm right, please think carefully about whether you want to join us. If I'm wrong, please refute me strongly; I will remain silent.

The man in the black trench coat spoke sincerely at that moment, and his words completely stunned Schneider.

Chapter 203 Schneider: I agree to join you [Please subscribe]

It could be said that what the man in the black trench coat said struck a chord with Schneider. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had indeed had such thoughts deep down.

Schneider must have thought about that future, too.

He knew that everyone harbored the determination to slay the dragon, but many of them only thought about destruction deep down and never considered rebuilding.

For example, he or Principal Angers only wanted to kill every dragon by any means possible, but never thought about how to rebuild the world after the destruction of dragons.

Because that was not within their consideration, and they had long harbored the determination to completely kill the dragons, and were all prepared to die, so none of them thought they would have a chance to live in the future.

In their fantasy, dying together with a dragon would be the most glorious way to die, and they eagerly anticipated that moment.

If they could kill dragons of the same kind at the cost of their own lives, then they would be making a huge profit, or even a sure thing.

However, there is another possibility: after all dragons have been exterminated, the question of how to rebuild the world will arise. It is impossible for dragons to be completely wiped out silently. It will inevitably be a war, a war that will almost surpass the sum of all previous wars.

The destructive power of such a war can be described as catastrophic. At that time, the entire world will be plunged into a state of utter devastation.

If dragons were to be completely wiped out, what would become of humanity? From a positive perspective, humanity might become stronger and more resilient, rebuilding a new world from the ruins and rising from the ashes.

Of course, this idea is absolutely a beautiful fantasy.

What if it's malicious construction?

For example, once all the pure-blooded dragons are killed, those are priceless treasures. Every part of those dragons is absolutely invaluable, and they could also grant humans immense power. At that point, who could resist the temptation of greed and desire?

In the ancient times, humans killed the black supreme being and also nearly wiped out all dragons.

But what happened next?

Later, hybrid races, these deformed monsters, emerged.

In particular, this kind of monster is definitely not as simple as imagined. It's not just that it has gained some kind of power; it has almost changed an entire species. Because when humans contain dragon blood within them, they also possess that element of violence.

If this violent desire is allowed to continue, then the end for hybrids is a bottomless abyss. Once they fall in, they will forever be reduced to monsters without a sense of self, knowing only how to kill.

When that moment truly arrives, the opponent will be neither human nor dragon, but a species somewhere in between. But that species will be far more insane and terrifying, like a zombie from a movie.

They had no thoughts; they only wanted to slaughter everything they could see, everything that contained life.

In some respects, even if dragons conquered the world, they would not necessarily destroy it; at most, they would suppress everyone through brutal rule.

They needed humans as labor to build the various cities and towns of the dragons, thus completely establishing the dragon kingdom in the world. Therefore, at that time, humans lived under even greater oppression.

But dealing with zombies is different; they're like monsters that are never satisfied. As long as they can smell human blood and any living thing, they'll hysterically pounce on them.

In their world, no crying can move them, and no emotion can anger them; the only command in their minds is to kill everything that is alive.

This command is terrifying because those Deadpools without a sense of self do not need living things to replenish their energy; they simply enjoy the thrill of killing and bloodlust.

Yes, it's that fleeting pleasure. But even if they devour human corpses, they won't replenish any energy. If it really comes to that, it only means the situation is more critical than imagined.

Schneider even had another thought in his mind: after the dragons were completely wiped out, the powerful hybrids, having absorbed all the value of these dragons, might become mindless, killing machines, a very troublesome situation.

However, there is another possibility: some very powerful hybrids, who possess high levels of dragon bloodline, may evolve into new dragons.

Although the human bloodline will never be completely eradicated, if a hybrid has 99% dragon blood in its body, then it is essentially a pure-blooded dragon, with almost no difference in some respects.

If that moment really comes, wouldn't it be equivalent to a rebirth of dragons?