Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised that the gentlemen on the school board were still sober at this moment, but he did feel a little relieved.

He didn't have much hatred for the Snake Eight Clan, including the Elephant Turtle, Miss Sakura, Yaksha and the dead crow. Lu Mingfei actually liked them. The only person he hated was Herzog, or the despicable villain who was behind the scenes in awakening and replacing the gods.

"But his application was rejected by the school board." Nono shook his head. "They believe that compared to an underground river that could be a well of corpses or a gathering place for a group of inferior dragon subspecies, the Jiyuan, where an ancient dragon embryo is sleeping, is obviously more attractive and more threatening. It is said that one of the school directors also said that there should be an ancient city from the Age of Gods buried under the Jiyuan, and countless corpse guards are buried under the ancient city. The academy must deploy enough forces on the sea to stop these corpse guards, otherwise the Asahi Shimbun will soon report news that aliens are attacking Tokyo Bay, which cannot be explained by science."

Lu Mingfei expressed his approval of the school board's idea.

Not everyone is like him and Nono, who have returned from another world. They know that the Tama River hides the host of the sacred remains of the Yamata-no-Orochi, but the school board believes that there is only a large group of dragon subspecies that finds it difficult to leave the underground river.

Wan Boqian's bloodline isn't even B-grade. Even if she uses the Night Watchman's method to strengthen her spirit, she still can't sense monsters whose bloodlines are much higher than hers.

The Yamata no Orochi might still be some distance away from the first generation, but it should be at least a prince-level dragon-blood monster like the second generation, probably slightly inferior to the Samson that Lu Mingfei encountered in Kuimen of the Three Gorges.

That kind of thing can already be called a god, right? How could a god be found so easily?

"As I remember, Christina's word spirit was Hades' Illumination. It's a word spirit that is very suitable for infiltration, but it's indeed not suitable for deployment on offshore combat platforms." Lu Mingfei's voice came from somewhere. Nuo Nuo opened her eyes wide in a bunch of bubbles that made crackling sounds, and her gaze swept over every piece of steam.

"Sister, what are you looking for?" Lu Mingfei's voice sounded again, this time very close, even right next to Nuonuo's ear. The girl's body trembled slightly, and she folded her arms.

"Are you looking for me?" The guy's breath was still as hot as a flame. Lu Mingfei leaned over from behind Nuo Nuo, with the corner of his lips touching the earlobe of his senior sister with the silver four-leaf clover earring.

“Huh, how is that possible!” Nuo Nuo stuck out her tongue, blushing. “You, take your hands away, don’t mess around. I’m telling you, Lu Mingfei, this is a bathroom!”

With a splash, Lu Mingfei turned over and entered the bathtub. He picked up Nuo Nuo from behind. The tip of the mythical, lustful knife once again touched something soft, but this time it was in the water.

"Well, be gentle, Lu Mingfei!" Nuo Nuo raised his neck, and the corners of his eyes were dyed red as if he was drunk.

Chapter 310: Extreme Abyss (Please subscribe)

The heavy rain gradually cleared the sky from the mountain-like black clouds extending from the end of the horizon. Patterns like scale gaps were woven on the iron-gray sky. Bright skylight seeped out from these gaps, like a series of peerless swordsmanship wielded by heroic swordsmen. Sword energy.

The door of a restaurant specializing in sukiyaki in Kanto is closed, and its clean and peaceful appearance is in sharp contrast to the bustling crowds of nearby shops.

But this is not because there is anything wrong with the ingredients or taste of this restaurant. On the contrary, on many Dianping software, the sukiyaki here is undoubtedly ranked among the top three in the entire Kanto region.

There is only one reason why it is closed to customers today. Someone has booked this store.

Young Master Gattuso was indeed bold and tough. After Chu Zihang, in the name of the team leader, released the execution department tasks assigned by Professor Schneider to all members of the two groups, he immediately said that since everyone might only have 48 hours left to live. Well, how about going out at noon to experience the Japanese customs?

Then, through the Gattuso family's overseas capital account, they entrusted the Mint Club to book eleven famous restaurants for them in Tokyo, including many famous Michelin restaurants.

Exquisite white screens divide the antique-style freehand space in the store into large and small Japanese rooms. The largest Japanese room in the middle has a huge glass skylight on the dome. When the rain stopped in the morning, someone had already cleaned the skylight, and it looked bright from below. Like a mirror, you can see the hazy skylight reflecting mottled colors in the one centimeter thick glass layer.

There were three or five small tables placed around the patio, and there was an electric stove on each table. An iron pot was set up on the electric stove, and the pot was steaming.

White steam rises slowly, and the warm aroma of meat and cooked radish diffuses in the windless Japanese room.

"It is said that there are two schools of Japanese sukiyaki, the Kanto school and the Kansai school, which have certain differences in cooking methods and tastes." Caesar sat opposite Christina, with his long golden hair simply tied up behind his head.

"The Kanto style sukiyaki is to first prepare the pot base with juice, soy sauce and mirin, and then put beef, vegetables, tofu, etc. into the pot to stew. After the Great Kanto Earthquake in the 1930s, many restaurants in Tokyo The sukiyaki shop suffered heavy losses, and the inheritance of the Kanto style suffered a heavy blow. Now it is difficult to eat authentic Kanto sukiyaki in this city... This shop is very famous among the Kanto style, and the owner's father and grandfather They are all store managers who make sukiyaki.”

When Caesar said these words, his expression was indifferent, but in fact the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It was obvious that he had worked hard on this matter, and even the historical factions of Sukiyaki could be explained clearly.

He was wearing a white kimono, but the edge of the hem of the kimono was black. The hunting knife named Dictado lay on his side within reach of his hand.

Today's Tokyo is very different from three months ago. Even ordinary gangsters who have been in the middle and lower reaches of the gray industrial chain for a long time can sense that something is about to happen.

This is probably what the ancient Chinese said about the duck prophet in the spring river. As the supreme underworld, the Sheqi Ba family suddenly shrank its power. Illegal drugs began to flood the market and their prices plummeted. On the contrary, those who used to sell guns and ammunition imported from abroad on the black market However, the stalls began to run out of stock one after another, and the gangsters at the bottom keenly smelled... the smell of war.

A poem like "The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building" which sounds like a black hole on the forehead can also be applied to today's Japan. The nerves of all mixed races are in a highly tense state, and everyone is trying to restrain themselves. Himself, Frigga bullets are in unlimited supply to the Executive Department.

But it is difficult to say whether there will be careerists deliberately creating murderous crimes to further intensify the conflict between the Camarilla and the Snake Families, just like the Sarajevo incident that occurred in Bosnia, the Balkan Peninsula, on June 1914, 6. The heir to the throne of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Feidi The outbreak of the First World War was prompted by the shooting of the Archduke and his wife by the Serbian nationalist Princip.

In view of the fact that the academy still has a very small number of members openly active in Tokyo, the importance of Chu Zihang's group and Chen Motong's group is obviously a top priority in the eyes of careerists.

No one knew whether a "Princip" from the Snake Qihachi Family or the Fierce Ghosts would be tempted to attack them, so every member of the two groups received an email from Norma. They are required to remain vigilant at all times and ensure that they always have access to their weapons.

Lancelot and Chu Zihang were sitting opposite each other, with the words "I am a killer, please ignore me" written on their faces.

The Lionheart Society kills embryos per capita, and there are probably not many exceptions except Susie.

Lu Mingfei always thought that Susie was a good wife and loving mother. Sometimes she suddenly appeared in front of you like the gentle big sister next door.

Su Qian didn't sit with Chu Zihang today. Sitting opposite her was Ling, a popular figure in the second grade.

"The rain has stopped." Susie retracted her body into the thick woolen coat, sniffed, the tip of her nose was faintly pink, and she was fascinated by the steam rising from the sukiyaki pot.

Miss Zero's nickname in the academy is Queen of Vacuum. Of course, it's not because she likes to travel in a vacuum - in fact, Zero has never done so.

Zero is called the Queen of Vacuum because she has severe social barriers and mysophobia. According to reliable information from the Ministry of Information, there is only one man in the entire Kassel Academy who can meet Miss Zero without having his wrist bones broken. Then The guy's name is Lu Mingfei.

In other words, although Susie is sometimes very arrogant, she also knows that the person sitting in front of her is probably the love rival of her good sister Nono, and he is an extremely powerful one.

Thinking of this, Susie couldn't help but feel very disillusioned in life. When she was in high school in China, she felt that the third runner-up in the National Youth Go Competition in the class next door was already a bit of a coquettish figure in his fluttering white clothes. She came to Kassel College to meet Chu Zihang. Later, I was shocked and felt that the former Baiyi brother was really inferior. His pretended coolness was not good. Chu Zihang's silent pretense was the real coolest one.

Kassel College Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, go out for a walk and you will meet the North American Youth Beauty Pageant Champion in 09, and the beautiful girl you see posing with her slender waist and long legs when you turn the corner is the Duke of a certain European country. Miss, a person like Chu Zihang is so good that even the beauty pageant champion and the princess would like to marry him.

But look at the people who are pursuing Junior Brother Lu now, Xia Minonuo and Ling, without looking at anything else and just talking about their appearance, they have beaten the two in front until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.

At this moment, Susie felt a little embarrassed sitting opposite Ling. When Nuonuo was fiercely criticizing her strong rivals in the dormitory, Susie was always there to support him. Naturally, the beautiful little Ling was also a frequent target of criticism.

Faced with such an awkward situation, Susie really couldn't find anything else to do except staring at the steam in a daze.

Natsumi and Eri are very harmonious. The junior sister holds her chin and leans forward with her delicate nose shrugged. Her curly black hair is lifted up by the steam, and her face is flushed. Eri is helping Natsumi. Crack a sterile egg, it's as quiet as if you stepped out of a painting.

"By the way, why didn't I see my dear Junior Brother Lu?" Fingel was already eager to try, his chopsticks clattered loudly, and he huddled in the small stool with a full piece, which was quite intimidating. Qilan was overwhelmed by this guy's aura and wondered whether the G-level senior brother Fingel was once a hero who could slay dragons as rumored?

"Chen Motong..."

"Ahem, senior sister and senior brother are going to perform a confidential mission arranged by the academy. They will come back later." Xia Mi narrowed his eyes and interrupted Chu Zihang with a somewhat rude attitude.

Chu Zihang looked at Xia Mi calmly, but he didn't know why Su Qian always felt that there was some anger hidden in those golden eyes without contact lenses.

"What's the mission? Why don't I know about it?" Young Hero Fingel didn't realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he carelessly knocked the third sterile egg into his plate.

"Investigating Tama River." Xia Mi rolled his eyes with a sweet smile on his face, "Senior Brother Fingel was also assigned a similar task by Professor Schneider, right?"

"Damn! I'm about to graduate. The organization has given me such an arduous task. I'm worried about whether my enthusiasm for the revolution can last until Operation Jiyuan is successfully completed!" Fingel patted the table hard. The rapid change of mood is staggering. Anyone can see that he is very sad and angry now.

"They actually asked me to be a mobile unit on the sea surface, to control the battlefield at all times... To put it nicely, isn't that a cannon fodder suicide squad? When the things under the water come out, I will be the first to hit them with rockets, right? The principal agreed to let me graduate this year! Those crazy people in the executive department are really unkind!"

"I am also a member of the cannon fodder death squad you call me." Zero said calmly. The sukiyaki pot was bubbling. Her Royal Highness' chopstick skills were unexpectedly good. She easily picked up a piece of tender and soft tofu and put it in. There was a small bowl of egg liquid in front of him.

"Except for the executor of Operation Jiyuan and the participants of another operation conducted at the same time, everyone present during the mission was a member of the mobile team." Caesar was silent for a few seconds and raised his white porcelain handbag. Wine glass, the fine sake stirs up attractive hops on the inner wall of the porcelain cup,

"Chu Zihang and I will carry out this dive mission. The undersea sonar shows that there are ruins of an ancient civilization below. The academy suspects that there is a city of the Gods and belonging to the dragon hidden deep in the abyss. The embryo is in the center of the city. "Sleep."

The Equipment Department detected the heart of a dragon embryo deep in the Japan Trench. This was no secret to everyone present. They had signed a confidentiality agreement before boarding the principal's private plane Sleipnir, and all information related to the mission was open to them.

Everyone raised their glasses to Caesar, and under the hazy sky and the lights in the room were as bright as a bonfire in the darkness.

Everyone here is familiar with Caesar and Chu Zihang. Most of them are from the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club. Even Qi Lan, a younger member of the Dragon Blood Society who is mixed with Lu Mingfei, has spent time studying the abilities and abilities of these two people. habits.

Obviously, both Caesar and Chu Zihang are absolutely trustworthy people. Before Lu Mingfei entered Kassel Academy, they were the best young people in the secret party for decades. Some even say that Chu Zihang’s bloodline is far beyond the The category of A-level should be classified into S-level.

"We are only the executors of Operation Jiyuan. The real planners are the strategic experts of the execution department." Lancelot asked Chu Zihang with his eyes, and then said, this French boy's aura and temperament are not inferior to Kai Caesar, his family's status in France is not inferior to that of the Gattuso family in Italy. Before Chu Zihang entered the academy, Lancelot was even the president of the Lion Heart Society.

Even Caesar would give enough respect to Lancelot. When he spoke, the voices in the Japanese room immediately fell silent. Only Eri put the small bowl of egg liquid on the table and pushed it to Xia Ya. The crackling sound.

"Everyone should know what kind of lunatics the strategic experts in the execution department are. They only care about the victory or defeat on the dragon-slaying battlefield, but they don't value the life and death of the commissioners who are fighting on the battlefield." Lancelot said. , "According to these people's plan, if there are still living corpses from ancient times hidden in the underwater city, our situation will be very difficult."

Xia Mi's eyes flickered and his brows wrinkled slightly.

The technology for making corpse guards was not developed by the King of Bronze and Fire, who was the best at alchemy among the four monarchs. That technology was born in the earlier Gods. The White King in its heyday injected the immortal spirit into the dead dragon or Deadpool. Within the body, a beast-like soul is used to support those withered bodies that have stood underground for thousands of years in the city. When the Kingdom of God is invaded, these dead and loyal soldiers break out of the ground and sweep across everything like a natural disaster of the undead.

However, Bai Wang was only the creator of the corpse guardian technology. The corpse guardians of that period would die with the passage of time. The spirit in their bodies was not constant. Even if they were in a dormant state with minimal consumption, they would still die in a few hundred years. Slowly crumbling over the years.

The Corpse Watch, which is truly almost a stone statue and has been active in the world for thousands of years, should have appeared during the era when the four kings ruled together. On the throne of the ocean and water, a king who peered into the ultimate secret further improved the Corpse Watch based on the achievements of the White King. They used the manufacturing technology of deadpools and shared this technology with them, allowing almost all pure-blood dragons to raise deadpools, and then make them into zombies after deadpools died.

Xia Mi has always disliked Deadpool and Corpse Guard, so the hounds she keeps to watch are all sickles.

She slowly cast her gaze in the direction of Tokyo Bay in the distance.

The connection between dragons made her know that there was indeed a god sleeping in that ocean who might never be able to wake up again. She didn't know whether he was the first generation or the second generation, but more rotten things were just around the corner. Surrounding that embryo should be the corpse guard.

If there is indeed King Bai's city below Jiyuan, those corpse guards should have decayed thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago.

But they have survived until now.

Xia Mi slowly shuddered. She realized that her brother did not just start to make plans in this strange world in recent years. He may have awakened thousands of years ago and has been accumulating strength. usurping power...

Chapter 311 Caesar and Caesar's Princess

The Executive Department is a rather special department at Kassel College. Its nominal leader is Professor Schneider, who is directly related to Angers in blood. However, what this minister can usually do is to completely control the headquarters and the North American branch. Commissioner.

The people who actually formulate a series of action plans in operations around the world are a group of guys with the title of "committee". The age of the committee members is generally over the age limit. Many of them are old guys close to a hundred years old. They are the same as Angers and Fra. Mel is from the same generation as old guys like Beowulf.

The commissioner responsible for carrying out the task jokingly called the committee members strategic experts. Unfortunately, most of the strategic experts were veteran dragon slayers recruited from the hunting teams of old families. Their thinking was also more outdated. In order to kill a dragon operating in the World Trade Center He can even do things that even a lunatic can't do, such as letting a terrorist hijack a plane and crash it.

"This is why I hope you and Lu Mingfei will go on the Tamagawa mission together. The maritime combat platform may have to face a large number of ancient corpse guards whose pedigree can match the A-level, while the Tamagawa mission will only face A gangster from the Shekihachi family." In the European-styled bedroom of the most luxurious presidential suite at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, Caesar stood leaning against the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips gently rubbing the huge ancient silver ring on his left index finger. .

The chandelier hung in the middle of the room, and the velvet sheets were unsurprisingly ruffled by someone. In the open bathroom, a slender and graceful figure could be vaguely seen in the huge bronze bathtub deep in the thin steam.

The ivory white window screen behind Caesar was only opened a small gap, and the skylight that gradually became brighter after the rain jumped in through this gap, illuminating his shadow into a stalwart and extremely broad shoulders.

But Caesar did not inherit Mr. Pompeii's romantic genes. Even though the beauty was bathing right before him, his eyes were still on the beechwood shelf by the window. There was a small thing with a groove just above the shelf, which looked like some kind of old communication equipment, with only a tiny screen and a circular groove facing the ceiling.

That's not some useless collection, but... the key to the wrath of God.

There are three satellites in geosynchronous orbit that only provide services for this little thing. As long as Caesar puts his ancient silver ring into the groove, the "living spirit" sleeping in the key will be awakened, and then no matter where he is The Divine Punishment System will operate accordingly. Caesar only needs to enter the coordinates, and six long swords forged from Rhine tungsten gold embedded with the spirit of speech will fall from the sky, recreating the incident that occurred on the Tunguska River in Siberia at 1908 a.m. on June 6, 30. ...a world-destroying explosion.

At this time, the gauze-like water vapor in the bathroom was pushed away by a pair of slender wrists, and the warm and strong fragrance of shower gel and shampoo came to my face.

Caesar's gaze retracted, and he looked up and down at the tall girl with water droplets on her hair and small puddles on her collarbone, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Christine was wrapped in a white bath towel and stood leaning against the door frame, rubbing her wet long hair with a towel.

The light of the crystal chandelier was originally dimmed, but it was still enough for Caesar to see clearly the exquisite convexity of the girl's body.

The towel-wrapped chest and slender waist were enough for Master Gattuso to imagine the exquisite tightness of every curve underneath, not to mention the slender and tight legs that Cristina never thought of covering.

Christina walked into the room with her bare heels and toes slightly stained crimson, and stood beside the messy big bed. She curled her fingers at Caesar from afar, and raised a slight arc in the corners of her slightly red eyes. , Caesar hesitated, sighed, and walked to her side.

"Remember what I told you before? When I graduated from high school, I considered receiving secret training from the GRU and joining the Russian National Security Agency to work for Moscow." Kristina pressed forward step by step. A girl who is taller than Nono and also a bit crazy like Nono.

What's more important is that although Caesar can understand her, he never gets tired of reading it. It's like a book that you love to the extreme. This book is so thick that it takes years or even decades to read it for the first time. , and when you read her and read it a second time, you will immediately have new feelings and insights.

If I really want to say it, it's a bit like Lu Mingfei reading "Preface to a Horse from Dongyang" when he was studying, and then read it again when he entered Kassel College and became the number one loser. But it’s not such a heavy sentiment.

The girl's upper body leaned forward slightly, grabbing Caesar's collar with one hand. Caesar had to sit down on the edge of the bed, and leaned back. The two of them breathed each other, with ice-blue eyes and emerald-like beautiful eyes. Eyes gazing at each other.

Looking at those close eyes, Caesar gently patted Christina's face.

"You did tell me about this experience, but your fate changed the day your father met Professor Guderian on the streets of Moscow." Caesar said.