Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"Is that the dragon blood subspecies you mentioned in the report?"

Schneider clenched the document in his hand and looked at the radar image with iron-gray eyes.

According to the images from the undersea sonar, the shape of those light spots can be vaguely discerned, and the giant snake-like creature is rapidly approaching the icebreaker.

"Why did those monsters appear here?" The executive commissioner on the side took a deep breath, "No matter how hard I searched, they didn't appear before, but now..."

After Jiang Shouyun and others returned to the academy to report the details of the mission, they also sent experienced specialists to investigate, but when they finally arrived at the target location, they still found nothing.

I only saw a lot of residual blood there, as well as the ice sheet that seemed to have been ravaged by a storm, and even the bones and flesh were swallowed up by something.

Finally, based on the surveys and guesses of EVA and the Executive Department, it was determined that the group of subspecies had returned to the glacier, or...

In that wide glacier, there is a hollow area hidden, which is a true dragon's lair.

Sizzling...sizzling...sizzling...

The sound of turbulent electricity came from the radio, and a man's voice came after a moment.

"This is Vincent, can Mr. von Schneider hear?"

"Mr. Vincent." Schneider frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Although the secret party owns 30% of the shares of YAMAL, I hope you still remember the most important point at this moment."

The man named Vincent's voice was hoarse as he continued: "The safety of Her Royal Highness the Saint must be guaranteed, so please stop it in moderation."

Your Highness the Saint?

Jiang Shouyun looked over with a little doubt.

I thought that the academy had control of the ship, but now it seems that this is not the case?

Given the strong attitude of those guys on the school board, what person or force could make them choose to compromise?

"I understand, but I also want to remind you that this ship is now called Gurfaksi."

Schneider replied coldly, ended the radio call immediately, looked at Jiang Shouyun and said, "Do you know about the 'Far North'?"

"The famous mystical organization in the far north?"

Caesar's brows suddenly twitched, "So that's it, the saint he calls should be the 'Mary of the Stars'."

Star Maria is a very mysterious lady, no one knows her real name, and no one knows her family background.

But the upper class in Europe have basically heard of her title. She is a founding member of the mysterious organization "Far North".

The founders of the Far North claimed to have discovered proof of the existence of unknown land in the Arctic Circle from ancient documents. The ancient intelligent race "Hybrians" once created a super civilization on that land that far exceeded the current one.

And they are all descendants of the Hybril people. They are born noble. They will return to Hybril along the long-lost route and lead the earth's civilization to a new era.

The senior leaders of the Third Reich were interested in their ideas, as they believed that their Aryan ancestry was superior to others.

Therefore, as one of the founders, "Star Maria" became the darling of the entire social circle. She was aloof, beautiful, knowledgeable, and absolutely loyal to her belief in Hybril.

The head of state was also attracted by her name. He met with her alone many times and consulted her on mystical matters. Therefore, she was also called the "Imperial Saint."

But as early as more than ten years ago, this influential figure disappeared.

"I didn't expect that she rented the YAMAL icebreaker and sailed on the ice."

Caesar seemed very happy to have discovered a little secret and said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, the saint is the same generation as the principal, or even older. She must be over one hundred and thirty years old now."

Hearing this, Fingel's eyes suddenly became weird, as if he wanted to complain but was worried about being scolded.

Because he thought of the mummy mother in a wheelchair in "SpongeBob SquarePants".

Not just anyone can possess the principal’s excellent bloodline and will.

Even if that holy lady received the best medical care, at her current age, she would probably have tubes all over her body. If she lacked oxygen, she would be given oxygen, and if she was deficient in electrolytes, she would be given electrolytes. She would probably be able to continue breathing even if she died. .

"Yes." Schneider nodded and said calmly, "The Far North once belonged to the Abraham Blood Pact Society, but they broke away more than a hundred years ago."

"Abraham's Blood Pact Society" is actually a name of the organization "Secret Party". Its two most commonly used names in modern history are "Kassel Academy" and "Abraham's Blood Pact Society".

"What should we do now?" one of the commissioners asked, "Should we evacuate temporarily?"

If the YAMAL is forced forward, there may be conflicts with the people on the ship.

To be precise, they just borrowed this ship, and the real owner is the "Saint Girl".

"No, there is no need to evacuate." Jiang Shouyun shook his head and stood in front of the cabin door holding the long unsheathed knife. "It is enough to send it here. You can just watch it here."

Click! Click!

The cabin door slowly opened, and the howling cold wind rushed in along with snowflakes.

The wind and snow outside are getting worse, and it is obviously noon, but the light in the world seems to have been swallowed up by the snowstorm, making it dark and gloomy. If you stay in this environment for a long time, you may even suffer from snow blindness.

Broken ice and wind snow splashed on the boat, and a thick layer of ice had formed.

The entire ship was shaking in the natural howling sound, making a faint buzzing sound, but there were still many crew members on the deck wearing hard hats and tying traction ropes, walking against the wind and snow.

Of course, this big ship does not require the crew to lower and raise the sails like the three-masted sailboats of the 17th century, but there are many more important equipment on board than the sails that need maintenance and repair.

"Obviously I like snow very much, but the endless snow... do you want to bury something?" Jiang Shouyun frowned and raised the collar of the executive department's windbreaker to minimize the sting caused by the broken ice cutting his cheek. feel.

A windproof black coat was blown close to the body by the wind and waves, and the remaining air was like small snakes in the sleeves.

"Hiss! It's such a heavy snow!" Fingel also walked out, and the huge temperature difference made him shiver.

Compared with Jiang Shouyun, who was wearing a windbreaker, they were all dressed very bulky and equipped with goggles and other equipment.

"Remember, all actions are based on your own safety." Jiang Shouyun looked at the three of them and warned, "As for the division of labor, you know how to do it."

"You know, you know, I will hide behind and not hold you back." Fingel shouted at the top of his lungs, making sure that his voice was not drowned by the snow and wind.

"..." Caesar, who rarely got along with Fingel, was directly pushed to the limit of his cognitive abilities by him.

"Okay, let's go." Jiang Shouyun ignored this loser and jumped off the deck.

With the slightly dim sunlight, he could clearly see the surrounding situation.

In the ice sea under the ship, there are looming and slender figures!

"Huh? No, don't push me!"

Bah! Click!

Fingel was pushed straight down.

In an upside-down position, his head plunged into the snow.

Chu Zihang and Caesar tied safety ropes and stepped on the smooth hull to use force. The hook was locked on the guardrail and slid down the pulley.

The physical fitness of the two of them is not as abnormal as Jiang Shouyun, and it is not even as good as Fingel, who doesn't know whether to have fat or muscles.

"Pfft! How could you...wait a minute, did I see it wrong?"

Fingel pulled himself out of the ground, and when he was about to curse out with resentment, he saw the black figures in the distance with his peripheral vision, and suddenly twitched at the corner of his eyes: "Why do I feel like these guys are getting bigger?" Already?"

Some of the black shadows under the ice are several meters long, and some are even more than twenty meters long!

You must know that the largest Amazon anaconda in the world is only fourteen meters long, and the largest one among those guys is even close to thirty meters.

Except for Fingal, all three of them were silent.

Because they felt something eroding their bodies, it seemed like a chill trying to penetrate deep into the bones of their bodies.

Fingel, who was the first to speak, already regretted it. The cold wind as cold as a knife poured into his mouth, making his throat sore. He even felt that his lungs were about to be frozen by the coldness he inhaled.

But compared to his cold body at the moment, his eyes became hot and scorching.

Is it really Yan Ling?

Is it really... that guy?

Jiang Shouyun first glanced at Fingel, then looked at Caesar and Chu Zihang and said, "Caesar's physical condition and mental ability are not suitable for continuing the mission. It is better to stay on the ship for the time being to provide long-distance fire support."

"I'll break the ice to allow the YAMAL to resume sailing, and Fingel and Zihang will deal with those subspecies."

If the YAMAL is not rescued, he will not have the energy to take care of the people on board.

"Okay." Chu Zihang nodded.

"Who? Me?" Fingel was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself, "I'm going to kill those ghosts twenty or thirty meters away?"

Jiang Shouyun ignored this good-for-nothing loser, and invisible and colorless spiritual pressure covered his body.

There was a flash of light in his free right hand, and the long black knife gradually solidified, then disappeared in the wind and snow.

Only the two silent people were left in place.

"You really want us to deal with these ghosts? Can you really do it alone, Junior Brother No. 2?" Fingel said tremblingly, "Otherwise, we should hurry up and use Teacher Jiang's great summoning technique!"

"..." Chu Zihang glanced at Fengel and said calmly, "Senior brother, how about you go back first?"

"Ahem, how could I leave you and run away alone... It's definitely not because I'm afraid of being beaten up by Teacher Jiang!" Fingel cleared his throat and said seriously.

As he spoke, those strange snakes were already very close, and they were swimming extremely fast.

"The time it takes me to accumulate the word spirit is 5 seconds, and the interval between using the word spirit is about 3 seconds." Chu Zihang whispered, "Senior brother, can you cover me during this period?"

"You want to use Jun Yan continuously? Are you crazy? That's 'Jun Yan' not 'Chi'!" Fingel's eyes widened and he jumped to say, "At most, Teacher Jiang just wants to test our abilities, there is no need to work so hard. Bar!"

"We can't always live under his protection." Chu Zihang said calmly, "If you don't want to, senior brother can board the ship to provide long-range fire support."

"Damn it! Aren't you forcing senior brother into a ruthless and unjust place?" Fingel was furious, then he knelt on the ground with a plop and said with a righteous look, "Come up!"

"...What do you mean?" Chu Zihang was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

"Senior brother, although I don't have much ability, I have good legs, feet and a strong body. I can carry this mobile turret of yours!"

Fingel patted his neck and said proudly: "Junior brother, just feel free to fire, I will take care of all the missed fish."

Looking at Fingel's broad shoulders, Chu Zihang hesitated and shook his head.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Fingel suddenly bent down and picked him up directly.

Chu Zihang subconsciously reached out to hold his shoulders, and finally felt Fingel's strength. The muscles undulated and then tightened like water waves.

He could feel Fingel's muscles tightening, pressing his legs tightly onto his shoulders, making the two of them as one as inseparable.

Chu Zihang suddenly remembered Jiang Shouyun's evaluation of Fingel during the previous chat.

——He is a good horse, even a famous horse.

I thought it was just a complaint, but now I can’t tell the difference.

"Ooooooo!" Fingel barked a few times and grinned, "I'm going to fuck my junior brother!"

"Compared to a barking dog, a horse's neighing is more suitable for you." Chu Zihang said suddenly.

Fingel stared and said dissatisfied: "What a dog is barking! This is clearly a wolf howling!"

Chu Zihang smiled and immediately closed his eyes.

Boom! Boom!

The blood in the blood vessels flows freely like thawing spring water, every cell breathes wantonly like spring buds breaking through rocks, and unparalleled power surges through the limbs and bones.

White mist rose from the body, the ice and snow were evaporated by the high temperature in an instant, and the evaporated mist spread around.

After a moment, Chu Zihang opened his eyes.

Looking at the black shadows that were swimming crazily, the colors blooming in those eyes became extremely dazzling.

Lion Heart Society, bloodline refining technology, once violently bloody.

Chu Zihang pulled out the "demon sword" Murasame from the scabbard, and the mirror-like Murasame suddenly turned black at this moment.

No, it was the black flame that rose from the blade.

The black flame greatly extended the length of the blade, turning it into a long knife with a twisted blade and a weird shape. The ice and snow that came close to it were instantly evaporated into mist.

"Holy crap! What is this?" Fingel's eyes showed a strange look, and he took the flaming long knife, "Is it for me?"

As he spoke, he swung the knife, which felt very smooth.

"Hey, does this move have a name?" Fingel blinked and saw Chu Zihang shaking his head in surprise, his eyes suddenly brightened and he said, "How about naming it the 'Ming Killing Flame Demon Knife'! Right? Awesome?"

"...sounds like a name that a street writer came up with when he wiped his butt in the toilet." Chu Zihang couldn't help but complain.

After the words fell, Fingel suddenly moved, jumped up suddenly, and turned around extremely sharply to avoid the strange snake that was ejected.

Click! !

Fingel cut off its neck with the long knife as soon as he raised the knife.

When the stench of burning flesh and blood emanated from the flames, he raised his leg and kicked the belly of another strange snake. The force of his foot was so strong that it broke the backbone of the strange snake.

The strange snake gunner fell on his back and crushed its head with his foot.

"..."

Chu Zihang sang loudly from his mouth, and looked at Fingel in surprise.

His fighting ability far exceeded Chu Zihang's expectations.

This is more than just a good horse.

It is clearly a combination of a tough bear and a vigorous cheetah!