Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

This sentence comes from [New Testament 1:9:]. Angers was not a religious person, but he believed that Jesus Christ had left some useful things.

Wisps of steam rose from the corners of his eyes and cheeks. He put his hands on Menech's head and stabbed the man's heart with the folding knife with a fierceness that wanted to cut off everything.

When that strange face appeared in this spiritual world, Angers knew that his friend, his most proud partner, the man who was determined to make his name shine throughout the history of dragon slaying, was no longer there. He is no longer the same person as before.

He has fallen into corruption and has become one with the dragon.

Ange hates all pure-blooded dragons. This hatred cannot be erased by time and will only grow deeper.

Menek, my friend, if you were younger and saw yourself now, you would definitely cut your throat with that Atkan sword, right?

Ange's eyes flashed with golden light, and for a few moments he looked as ferocious as a demon crawling out of hell. He was the most powerful dragon slayer in history, and he was not inferior to Meneck Cassel, the most talented man of his time.

But with a crisp "ding" sound, a finger stood up in the way of the folding knife. The finger was so hard that it did not lose any strength when colliding with the metal, but was just slightly concave. An incomparably magnificent sky-blue area quickly expanded outward with the finger as the center. Angé was shocked. He could recognize that area.

The realm of time zero!

A Time Zero user far more powerful than him!

"Your friend doesn't trust you, he even wants to kill you." The Chinese man who blocked Ange's attack with his fingers did not move forward. He just stood up. The pressure like a mountain swept over, almost pressing Ange to the ground. His teeth were chattering, but the folding knife in his hand did not fade at all.

"Then you win, Menech Cassel. We have all seen his determination. The deal is done and you can die." The man smiled silently. He patted Menech's shoulder. The majestic golden color in his pupils like a throne dissipated, and then he looked into Angers' eyes.

"You are really an old man who is about to die, but it doesn't matter. You just need to be firm enough. The more hatred in your eyes, the more vigorous the wildfire will burn, and eventually we will see the fire destroy the shackles that shackle the Abandoned Clan." He spoke in a low voice, but the words and vocabulary he uttered became more and more majestic, as if he was walking a long road to the throne.

"I knew you would attack me, Ange, good boy, I was right about you!" Unexpectedly, Menek was not angry. He even looked quite happy, with a relieved expression on his face. "Well done! The blood of the Lionheart Society is still flowing in your heart. I feel relieved now!"

Angers sat down slowly and put away his folding knife. "What do you want to do?" he asked. The most powerful Chinese person Angers had ever seen in his life was Lu Mingfei, followed by a man named Chu Tianjiao, but they were no match for the guy in front of him.

That was probably a real king, but I don't know which one.

"You already know my identity. In the world of dragons, I do occupy one of the four great monarchs' thrones. The name of that throne is Sky and Wind. In the human world, I have had two identities. The first one was too long ago, so long ago that even I have begun to forget it, but you must have heard of the second one." The Chinese man said with a smile. He made himself a glass of iced whiskey, raised his head and drank it all, groaning with satisfaction. His eyes suddenly became solemn, and his body leaned forward.

"In ancient times, I was called...

The King of Chu."

Angé's pupils contracted. He thought of the ancient books he had read in a Chinese mixed-race family and felt a little dazed for a moment.

The Battle of Gaixia, King Xiang Yu of Chu, suspected...

Lord of the sky and wind.

"You should be dead. Only dragons that do not leave cocoons will become dragon bone crosses after death. This is because all your powers are left in your bones, along with your souls." Ange is definitely one of the people in the world who knows dragons best.

"Almost dead, but I am the first king created by that emperor. He modeled me after himself and gave me power that surpassed other kings. I can almost completely control the sky and the wind. My power is equal to that of the supreme ruler of this line." Xiang Yu looked up, and his gilded pupils seemed to be filled with ripples of memories. "We, the abandoned people, were created to trek to death. I witnessed that long migration. No one knew what we were looking for, not even ourselves."

Ange sat up straight again, holding the cup of coffee, without saying a word.

"Don't you want to know what happened? I'll tell you." Menek laughed heartily, "I killed the only pure-blooded dragon in the commando team sent by the Qing government. It was a third-generation species. She was a female, but not violent. She was even a little gentle." In fact, Menek only remembered her eyes.

Her eyes have a very strong, sad beauty, yet are as firm as rocks.

"Her name is Yu. She wakes up again after sleeping for the second millennium. Together with Li Wuyue, another monarch on the throne of the King of Sky and Wind, she wants to overthrow this sad world and rebuild the sacred empire of the dragon race!" Meinec said, "But she is actually very pitiful. She was only happy for a short time in her life, and spent more time in sadness and deception. Li Wuyue lied to her. He told Yu that he was Xiang Yu's brother and that he would continue the great journey, but he didn't say what he was going to do."

Angers knew some Chinese history and the relationship between Yu Ji and Xiang Yu, which made him have many associations.

"I killed Yu and her blood was on my body, so I was able to wake up Xiang Yu. The power displayed by the king after waking up was incredible. I hope you can figure out the source of that power." Menech looked at Angers, and Angers glanced at the king, but the latter seemed completely unprepared and didn't care what they were talking about.

"That's what happened next. Yu re-cocooned with the help of the monarch, and my spirit temporarily stayed in the dragon bone cross. As the cocoon developed, we implanted the dragon bone cross inside, but it can be taken out. He cannot exist alone and must rely on the excellent 'Holy Son' to cultivate a new body with flesh and blood."

"Parasite?" Angé's pupils contracted.

"It's not that low-level thing. In a sense, it's more like mutualism," said Xiang Yu.

"I am the Holy Son you chose?"

"Originally it was another kid, but your brother thought you were more suitable because your bloodline comes from my branch." Xiang Yu was quite dissatisfied with this.

Ange didn't say anything else. He didn't trust dragons, especially the Dragon King.

"Angers."

On the white sail boat on the Cam River, Mennecke suddenly called out in a low voice. His voice was melodious, low, and a little hoarse, like the sound of a harmonica flowing with the wind on the river. "I have waited for this day for a long time. In comparison, you are a more suitable executor. A wandering soul like me who is lingering on should have gone to hell long ago. My friends are still waiting for me in front."

At this moment, lightning silently crossed the sky, tearing through the thick fog.

Ange's pupils contracted, he realized something, and reached out his hand to Menech.

But the Dragon King had grasped his wrist, and the hand that clamped him was so hard and powerful that it could tear mountains apart.

"This was his, Menech Cassel's own choice. His life has come to an end long ago, and his soul should have withered along with his bones. It was me who kept him, but I lost the bet we made just now. I can't leave him on the border between life and death any longer." Xiang Yu's voice was calm, he was just stating a fact, but his eyes were clearly smiling.

"Goodbye, friend," he said.

"Goodbye, friend," said Menech.

Menek's face was pale, with a fatal blood red hidden in the paleness, there was a hint of fire in his eyes, and the hand holding the cup was shaking.

"I know you don't trust him, you don't trust anything related to dragons, Hilbert, but I see that the end of fate is a black shadow, and the end is right in front of us. On that day, all those who have anything to do with God will be killed on the battlefield with swords. You need a pass." He held Ange's hand, which was cold, like a dead body.

Ange stared into those eyes that seemed to be burning, and after a long time he nodded gently.

The king's heroic laughter echoed, and seemed to fade away until it disappeared without a trace.

He then turned around slowly, and saw a huge mirror standing in front of him. The man named Xiang Yu disappeared, leaving only thick fog.

The silent figure stood in the fog, the dark green scales tore through the exquisite British-style suit, and the surface of the scales was flowing with flames like flowing clouds.

Angé only felt that the young face was vaguely familiar, and the ferocious and beautiful body seemed to have been seen before. He reached out to touch his face, only to feel that it was bony and majestic.

What should I call him now?

Principal of the Kassel Academy in Angers?

still is……

King of Sky and Wind, Hilbert Jean Angers?

Chapter 123: The Old King's Coffin, the New King's Throne

Lu Mingfei sat in front of the principal's expensive redwood desk. He skillfully took out a cup of black tea from the tea cabinet and made a cup for himself and Xia Mi respectively. After the aroma of tea spread, he picked up the teacup and drank his own cup in one gulp. Then he sat down silently and smoked the 2000 limited edition cigar silently. The curls of white smoke slowly rose, blurring his vision.

The office was very quiet in the morning. The birds that were common near Kassel College would not get up early in this season. The skylight was open, and only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard.

The tiny arcs of light that came in through the skylight were like the soft hands of a beauty, falling on Lu Mingfei's side and casting a thin, straight shadow on the spines of the old books on the wall.

Xia Mi held her chin with her hand, sitting on the sofa and staring at Lu Mingfei's profile. A faint blush slowly rose on her face. The sunlight shone on her hands, and her fingers were white and trembling slightly.

"Master... Junior Sister, thank you for always staying by my side." Lu Mingfei said softly, still puffing on his cigarette. Xia Mi felt that his face, which had not been shaved for some time, seemed to have become a little vicissitudes. Vulnerable and deep, suddenly the child she watched grow up became mature.

The end of all destinies in the world, the enemy of all life, the Black King Nidhoggr, what a horrifying secret this is. Lu Mingfei trembled all over when he thought of the great supreme being lurking under the ice of the Arctic.

"What are you talking about? We are senior and junior brothers and sisters." Xia Mi tilted her head, her eyes wide open, like a kitten that suddenly jumped onto your lap and stared at your eyes curiously.

The girl thought about it, then said with a smile, "If you go to heaven, I will go with you. If you get rich, I will enjoy a good life with you. If you kill God, I can take a selfie on God's corpse and post it on my Moments or something."

"What? You just want to take advantage. There are so many people who can go to heaven, and there are plenty of rich and handsome men in the academy. Can I really kill a god?" Lu Mingfei smiled tiredly.

"If it were you, senior brother, I would go to hell with you." Xia Mi suddenly said seriously.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He slowly turned his head to look at Xia Mi's eyes. Her eyes were like water, shining with golden light, so beautiful that it was breathtaking. Xia Mi still held her chin with her hand, and the faint blush on her face was like the color of the thin clouds in the sky dyed by the rising sun.

Suddenly, her eyes met Lu Mingfei's. They were both stunned for a moment, and Lu Mingfei turned his head quietly.

Xia Mi's eyes were rolling around, and the girl's cunning was hidden deep in her eyes.

Lu Mingfei exhaled another puff of white smoke, moved his eyes, and suddenly saw the photo frame on the table.

Lu Mingfei then took a deep breath, and a certain memory from the previous time and space pierced into his soul without warning. He had sat in the same position and stared at the same photo from the same angle.

In the photo frame, seven people are hugging each other's shoulders and laughing in front of the gate of Munich University, with summer vines hanging down and falling on their heads.

The pretty and shy Indian girl wore a white sun hat and her bright eyes vaguely stared at a Chinese man who looked a bit like Lu Mingfei in the morning light. The man wore a long suit and had a braid from the Qing Dynasty. Meneck Cassel, a well-known senior in the academy, grabbed the Chinese man's braid. The girl's name in the team was Gui, and the man was Lu Mingfei's ancestor Lu Shanyan from a hundred years ago.

Next to them were two men as strong as lions and tigers, leaning on two hunting rifles. They were Tiger and Chief. Next to them was a thin man smoking a cigar solemnly, and he was the ash.

Angers, who was still young and even a little immature, stood in the corner side by side with someone.

He was a very handsome young man, wearing a neat white hunting suit and a pair of eyebrows that were as sharp as swords.

Friedrich von Long.

The traitor who betrayed the first generation of the Lionheart Society, the enemy that Ange has been pursuing all his life.

Some people are really born to bear a fate. They carry a mountain of hatred and obsession on their shoulders, and under their feet is a long thorny road, and at the end of the long road is their own grave.

But what about me? What kind of coffin should be in my grave, and whose name should be written on my tombstone?

Lu Mingfei smiled silently.

At this time, the already quiet office seemed to be moving away from the world. The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves disappeared, and it finally became lonely.

Lu Mingfei quickly noticed the silence.

He slowly raised his head and turned his face to the side. Xia Mi was no longer there. There was only a small, pale boy sitting in the girl's original position.

It turned out to be the little devil Lu Mingze, but Lu Mingfei, who should have been frightened when he saw him, actually breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, are you worried about me?" The little devil imitated Xia Mi's actions, holding his chin and tilting his head, blinking his big eyes at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei walked up to the little devil and ruffled his carefully groomed hair. Lu Mingze acted as if he was aggrieved, like a puppy who came back home after being beaten outside.

"No, aren't you a devil? What devil do you need to worry about?" he said.

In fact, he was really worried. The last time Lu Mingze appeared, he was injured. He was injured when he was blocking Kungunir for Lu Mingfei. Even Lu Mingfei was frightened when he saw that kind of wound. He felt that the little devil seemed like he would die at any time.

But how could he admit it? It's like when your good friend gets cancer, even if he's about to die, you have to hold back your tears and send him off with a super ugly smile.

This is what a good brother is. The one who cries is not a brother, but a gay friend.

Today, Lu Mingze wore a black suit and a plain white tie, which made him look like an adult, dignified and reserved. But Lu Mingfei messed up his hair, and he looked like a child again.

Lu Mingfei deliberately ignored the clothes on Lu Mingze. Those were the clothes he wore for attending funerals. He had seen the little devil wearing them many times before. Every time this kid appeared in front of Lu Mingfei in this appearance, it must have meant that some tragedy had happened.

"Why did you come to me again? I don't plan to make a deal with you. My life is precious." Lu Mingfei was alert.

Lu Mingze pitifully tried to smooth his messy hair. He looked at Lu Mingfei, "Can't you just talk to me when you have nothing to do? Brother, you really prefer bad women like Junior Sister who look cute but are queens at heart. You don't like a weak and insignificant girl like me."

"Your mother's 'withered and withered' appearance refers to women. Although you haven't developed much and you probably can't be considered a man, you are still a real man, right?" Lu Mingfei felt a chill.

"We devils can be genderless. If you have the idea, brother, I can turn into Lilith and break into your dream to spend the night with you." Lu Mingze said in a mean way.

Lu Mingfei dry-heaved, "Get out! If you dare to enter my dream I will strangle you to death." Lu Mingfei didn't think the little devil was joking. This guy was really the kind of guy who could do such a thing. Just thinking about being intimate with a real man in a dream, Lu Mingfei got goose bumps for no reason.

God have mercy on him, President Lu is a very powerful person in his life. He has been on a roll since high school and has charmed countless girls to this day, but he is still a big boy until now, and he cannot be brought down by Lu Mingze.