Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

It is said that after the Greenland Ice Sea incident ten years ago, the college's medical department spent three full days and three nights rescuing Professor Schneider, who had been issued a critically ill notice at the time. This man who had been active on the dragon-slaying front for half a century eventually survived by relying on his own will.

“…Based on the abnormal phenomena that have appeared, it can be judged that what you are about to face, Lu Mingfei, may be the first generation of Odin that once appeared in Chicago and Kuimen in the Three Gorges.” A hoarse and low male voice, with a whistle-like sound like air flow seeping out of a broken bellows, came from the headset. Although it was very difficult to hear and made people feel like the devil was whispering in their ears, the signal was obviously very stable.

This is not like the situation you face once you have entered the Nibelung or are close to the edge of the Nibelung.

The so-called Nibelung is a subspace structure opened up by dragons on the basis of the real world through alchemy that has been pushed to the extreme. Because life cannot be born autonomously in it and it is filled with killed metals and fallen hybrids that have been transformed into deadpools, it is also called the Kingdom of the Dead.

So far, Lu Mingfei has seen four Nibelungen. The first one is the bronze city that fell into the real world after the space structure collapsed. It is the palace of Norton and Constantine, the kings of bronze and fire; the second one is the Beijing subway Nibelungen that Xia Mi tinkered with, with inexplicable rules. Fenrir was hatched in the depths of that Nibelungen, and thousands of ghost car birds guarded the gate for the king of the earth and the mountain; the third one is the kingdom of the dead that Odin descended on Chicago through heavy rain. This Nibelungen seems to have thoroughly understood the essence of alchemy, and can even summon the dead pool in the shape of fantasy creatures through lifeless dead objects.

The last Nibelung was found in the Deadpool breeding pool under Genji Heavy Industries. It was suspected to be a temporarily constructed subspace, narrow and silent. The structure inside it looked more like a meeting hall for the Knights of the Round Table than a fortress.

It was there that Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo found Herzog's body. A bullet fired from a pistol of terrifyingly large caliber hit the fox-like cunning man directly in the face, destroying his facial features and most of his brain.

But until now Lu Mingfei couldn't be sure whether what he and Nono saw in that small Nibelung was really Herzog's body, or was it actually one of that guy's shadow warriors.

The truth seemed to have been revealed. Friedrich von Long, who was found by the principal and Finkel, fled all the way from China to Japan. With the support of the organization behind him, he killed Herzog and replaced his position among the Snake Eight Families and the Demon Clan.

That organization was once a supporter of Herzog, but apparently they had realized the man's ambition and meanness, so between Friedrich and Herzog, these people chose Friedrich without hesitation.

The complete replacement of Tachibana Masamune and the King's identity should have occurred between October and November. Before that, Herzog probably realized that he had become a discarded pawn, so he spared no effort to introduce the power of the academy, trying to stir up a whirlpool in the peaceful lake of Japan. But in front of the mysterious organization that has not yet fully revealed its identity, all of Herzog's efforts are as ridiculous as a child's resistance. He and his ambition were easily crushed to pieces, just like God waving his hand from the sky and wiping out a country on earth.

But something was wrong. This all happened so naturally, like a perfect script...

"…If you really have to face that ancient god in the end, then your first priority, Lu Mingfei, will be to do your best to delay Odin while ensuring your own safety, and prevent him from appearing on the battlefield over there with the principal." Professor Schneider's voice was flat, low and smooth, like a typewriter that never stops.

The man who was struggling to survive in the world like an evil ghost finally paused for a moment. After a few seconds, he slowly said, "You are a very valuable asset to us and to mankind. If something unexpected happens... the principal and I hope you won't make any unwise choices. You can't die there."

Lu Mingfei held a lit cigarette between his teeth. The purple-white lightning flashing like a dragon in the distant sky made his face look ferocious and solemn.

"Professor, I think you have realized that, at least until now, we have not entered or even approached Nibelungen." Lu Mingfei said softly, "But you and the principal are right. If something unexpected really happens, I may make a choice that is not wise for many people."

In the real Nibelung, you cannot feel the flow of wind, nor can you feel the dust particles that should be floating around randomly in the air. It should be so quiet that it seems as if everything is dead.

Even at the edge of the kingdom of the dead, at the border between reality and fantasy, any existing means of long-distance communication by humans should have been completely ineffective.

However, the convoy that was still moving towards Hongjing was still able to communicate with the executive department, and the communication signals between the two sides were completely unaffected.

This means that perhaps Odin's Nibelung did not unfold here at all, and that space that only existed in fantasy had no intention of coming to the world.

Artillery fire roared on the mountain road under the heavy rain, and the blazing flames became hazy and unreal through the rain curtain.

Thousands and tens of thousands of ravens with golden lights flashing in their pupils like will-o'-the-wisp were flying through the low dark clouds, letting out creepy screams. Even if hit by bullets, their bones would not necessarily shatter, but would sometimes make a roar like the collision of metal.

The purity of dragon blood in these dragons' bodies is far inferior to that of the Ghost Carrier Bird, also known as the sickle-weasel.

But their numbers seemed to be endless. They came overwhelmingly from all directions. In the rain curtain, apart from the violent sound of rain and deafening thunder, the only thing left was the whistling of their wings tearing through the air.

A thin layer of dark golden boundary wall covered Lu Mingfei's head like a circular air membrane, and the entire jeep was within the protection range of this air membrane.

It was as if a torrential rain fell on the boundary wall and was quickly evaporated into white steam, and the ravens whose bones were as hard as alloy were immediately burned to ashes when they hit it.

If it was just a standard five-man squad facing these ravens, and this squad did not carry enough ammunition and weapons of mass destruction, they would inevitably have a hard time in such an environment and might even suffer casualties after running out of ammunition.

However, the number of specialists dispatched by the Operation Execution Department this time exceeded two hundred, and each jeep was equipped with a flamethrower and a military shotgun.

Lu Mingfei even saw someone throwing a huge number of incendiary bombs into the holly woods on both sides of the road. The flames formed a long river that stretched for thousands of meters in the rain. Countless black spots smashed the river of fire and continued to charge towards the convoy, and then were torn into pieces by bullets.

The incendiary bomb contains thermite, which can immediately explode into a high temperature of 300 degrees after detonation. It is equivalent to carrying a super weakened version of Chu Zihang with you.

It is obviously not enough to use it against Deadpool or pure-blooded dragons, but if the opponent is just a group of ravens that can't even use their words, then the lethality is really inhumane.

The ravens that can fly out of those flames are all small elite monsters, and their health bars in the game are thicker than those of ordinary monsters.

The snow on the treetops of the holly forest and the heavy rain allowed the executive department's specialists to use weapons that might normally cause irreparable damage to the environment without restraint.

The convoy moved forward steadily and unshakably like a rolling torrent, silently crushing all the ravens that tried to block it.

"Beheader, my code name is Heron." Jiude Mai maintained the Vajra Realm's Word Spirit Domain within a moderately large area, so that neither the ravens nor the rainstorm could affect Lu Mingfei who was rushing to the battlefield. Then she turned around and showed the other people in the car a nameplate with a silver chain passing through it.

The senior specialist leading the team was full of doubt. He had never heard of the code name Heron in the battle sequence of the Execution Department, but looking at the nameplate, it was indeed a symbol used to identify the identities of the beheaders.

"My name does not appear on the list of the executive department." Jiude Mai patted the senior specialist's shoulder, turned around, leaving behind a graceful back, and stood next to Lu Mingfei.

The senior specialist suddenly realized.

There is indeed a gray list in the Executive Department. The people on the list are all super hybrids with dangerous bloodlines. Among them are even monsters like Chu Zihang, who is nominally A-level but actually has close to S-level in terms of the effect of his spiritual power and physical fitness.

Usually, super executives on the gray list are carrying out secret S-level or even SS-level missions around the world, and rarely appear in the secret party's action sequence.

Have even these kinds of guys been sent out this time?

A slender white hand reached out from the side and snatched the cigarette that Lu Mingfei was holding. By the time he reacted and wanted to take it back, Jiude Mai had already taken a long puff and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"How did you get that thing?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice.

"Every school board has placed people on the gray list. Does Chu Zihang's father Chu Tianjiao know about this? They are people from Angers." Jiude Mai blinked, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in her bright eyes.

"We are also a big force with a seat at that table, isn't it easy to get me an executive department identity?"

"I couldn't contact you the other day, and I wanted you to leave Japan with Zero."

"The potato chip girl will cry her heart out if she finds out. You, a pervert, thought of everyone but forgot about her." Jiude Mai wrinkled her pretty nose and leaned towards Lu Mingfei.

The others looked at each other in surprise that Lu Mingfei was so close to this mysterious beheader. Could it be that the two were actually siblings?

It's not that no one has speculated whether there is some hidden relationship between the two, but there are already too many scandals about Lu Mingfei. Even a mature and steady middle-aged man like a senior specialist is jealous and envious, and is unwilling to label this new beautiful lady as "Lu Mingfei's scandal girl".

"My boss asked me to do something, so I was delayed. It's normal that you can't contact me." Jiude Mai said, she shrugged, "But I can't leave, how can you leave me?"

“Hey, don’t underestimate me.” Lu Mingfei smiled.

"I'm not looking down on you, but there are some things I have to do." Jiude Mai said softly.

At this time, the convoy had completely broken through the blockade of the ravens and appeared on the road near the forest where the Red Well was located.

Like a long snake made of steel.

Lu Mingfei glanced at Jiude Mai and sighed softly.

"Sister Mai, you shouldn't be here." He jumped out of the car. The water on the ground was like a stream, but the water in this stream was jumping slightly as if it was boiling.

It's not the water that's boiling, it's the mountain that's shaking.

The vice-president's alchemical matrix is ​​as powerful as a super tunnel boring machine, and is transmitting the majesty of those skeletons to the Red Demon River filled with dragon blood subspecies.

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Lu Mingfei held down the scabbard of the Seven Deadly Sins, because the living alchemical weapons in the scabbard were trembling with excitement. From the Wakizashi named Lust to the Han Bafang Sword named Pride, each of these swords that were destined to drink the blood of kings was roaring silently.

The man glanced down at the heavy, cold quartz watch on his wrist, his frown not relaxing at all.

Nearly an hour had passed since the principal and Chu Zihang reunited and headed to the confluence of the Akagi River and the Tama River.

This rare winter rainstorm is spreading across Tokyo without warning.

"The vice-president's alchemy matrix is ​​still working stably, but I'm worried that Tokyo here will arouse suspicion from the nearby US troops stationed in Japan... Is the Night Watchman with you, Professor? Ask him to help adjust the frequency." Lu Mingfei asked Professor Schneider in a low voice on the other side of the microphone.

"I'm sorry, Professor Flamel has boarded a private plane to San Francisco from Narita Airport in three hours." Professor Schneider's voice sounded a few seconds later.

The corners of Lu Mingfei's eyes twitched, "This old guy..." He knew that the vice-principal was a man without moral integrity and bottom line, but he didn't expect that the old guy would be so heartless and abandon them at this time.

You have to know that at this time Tokyo has gathered the most elite forces of the academy, including all the beheaders who can be dispatched at this time and the super executives on the gray list who are hiding in the dark and have not yet taken action, as well as those veterans who are even older than Angers.

Obviously, this is one of the most dangerous dragon-slaying operations in the history of the Camarilla from thousands of years ago to the present. The only task that can be compared with this one is probably the war 1600 years ago in which the Camarilla's most powerful military force, the Holy Knights of the State Church, blocked and severely damaged Fenrir, the King of the Earth and Mountains, who was then known as Attila, in Italy.

But at that time, thanks to the prophecy of Aquitaine, the leader of the secret party who possessed the spirit of words and the prophet, Pope Leo I, the chief senator of the Senate Avinus, and the commander of the Guards Trigegius, who served as the elders of the secret party, learned the news of the return of the Dragon King 42 years in advance. In the past few decades, they changed the entire architectural pattern of Rome, completely turning it into an ancient alchemical matrix, making it a miracle city in human history and a bastion for mankind to fight against dragons.

Today, Lu Mingfei also has people like Aquitaine around him, but compared to Aquitaine's prophecy, which can be called a miracle, Qilan's role seems to be limited to shouting behind Lu Mingfei, "Come on, Lu Mingfei, we support you"...

Honestly, sometimes Lu Mingfei doesn't even want to take this guy with him when he goes on a mission...

"But the vice principal did ask me to leave you a message before he left."

“Having said that, even if the Night’s Watchmen, who are highly respected elders, are transferred strategically, I don’t think they will leave a mess behind and just take care of everything.” Lu Mingfei showed a trace of relief on his face.

"You may be disappointed." Professor Schneider hesitated for a few seconds, as if hesitating whether to say what the night watchman asked him to convey to Lu Mingfei. Finally, he sighed, and the hoarse sigh coming from his vocal cords was as harsh as the wind rushing in through the gaps in doors and windows.

"Professor Flamel said that your roommate Finkel von Flins recently spent a fortune to charter a troupe of samba dancers from Brazil and airlift them to San Francisco. They are going to taste them first and asked you and the principal to hurry up. They are waiting for you in San Francisco..."

Lu Mingfei was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He picked up the seven deadly sins and put them down, picked them up again and put them down again, repeating this three times, and finally sighed.

"Professor, please do me a favor and ask the people in the executive department to move back. It would be best if they only provide me with remote assistance and do not directly intervene in the battlefield." Lu Mingfei stood with his legs apart, his windbreaker rustling in the strong wind.

He took off his weapons backpack, unzipped it and hung all the light and heavy weapons on his body, including a magazine filled with mercury core alchemical armor-piercing bullets, a fist-sized dirty bullet painted yellow, a Desert Eagle with a lengthened and thickened muzzle, a modified shotgun that could blow off the snake-like Deadpool's head with one shot, and a submachine gun with an amazing firing rate that could even pose a threat to pure-blooded dragons.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Schneider has never been an indecisive person. He knows better than anyone what to do and when.

On the dragon-slaying battlefield, no one dares to talk about experience, except those ruthless men who have truly washed their blades with dragon blood.

Ange and Henkel are such ruthless people, and the old guys in the Senate are also such ruthless people. And obviously, the ruthless person of the new generation should be Lu Mingfei.

The orders from the Executive Department's control center were spread among the commissioners at a whirlwind speed on the public channel. After receiving Professor Schneider's instructions, the boxes of black vans were pushed open one after another, and heavy equipment with gun muzzles flashing ferocious cold light was deployed on the high ground on all sides.

In the rain curtain illuminated by the criss-crossing lights of the cars, Lu Mingfei saw the men and women wearing the World Tree emblems on their chests silently covering themselves with huge raincoats, and the rain flowed down the automatic rifles or sniper rifles in their hands like streams.

Some carriages were even loaded with brand new mortars, with muzzles so thick that they were frightening. Even a monster that had carried the White King's Holy Relics from ancient times to the present day would not be able to withstand being hit head-on by such a thing, right?

Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at the tall, slender, beautiful girl with long legs below her neck. Jiude Mai had been silent since arriving at Hongjing. The word spirit named Vajra Realm had always kept out the cascading rainstorm like a candlelight in the middle of the night dispelling darkness.

"Sister Mai, you should have used some method to temporarily improve your bloodline. I remember your word spirit is Mingzhao." Lu Mingfei said.

"Well, it's an evolutionary drug invented by the boss. The success rate is less than 1%. It's so precious that it can even make the academy and the Gattuso family break down. It's an evolutionary drug with no side effects." Jiude Mai said. The girl glanced at Lu Mingfei with her eyes slanted, her hair fluttering in the wind. There was no trace of charm on her fair face, only a vague solemnity and seriousness.

"The ancient Chinese said that medicine is three-part poison, let alone evolutionary medicine that directly changes genes."

"I have no choice. If I don't take the drug, I will die. Eight thousand meters under the sea, I can't complete the mission successfully just by relying on the dark light."

"What exactly did he ask you to do?" Lu Mingfei's heart moved, realizing that this was a good opportunity to ask some questions.

Until now, he still doesn't know who Lu Mingze is.

Is it true that there are such strange things as demons in the world? If so, why are there no records in the history of dragons of monsters that can compete with them or even kill the Dragon King?

Or maybe Lu Mingze himself is a Dragon King.

In that case, who is Lu Mingfei? The twin of some dragon king?

The little devil once told Lu Mingfei that he was not the Dragon King, but Lu Mingfei never quite trusted Lu Mingze.

In the story, except Faust, anyone who trusted the devil paid a heavy price.

"I won't tell you." Jiude Mai looked at Lu Mingfei, whose long eyebrows and phoenix eyes were as beautiful as peaches and plums.

“Forget it, but Sister Mai, you should stay away from me.” Lu Mingfei smiled and waved his hand. “Whether I’m facing Odin or Yamata no Orochi next, you can’t interfere in such a battle.”

"Don't underestimate people." Jiude Mai folded her arms with an angry look on her face.