From Hokage to Visionary

However, when the students heard the identity of the intruder, they were instantly shocked.

Although they were taught to make slaying dragons their lifelong goal, most people had never even seen a living dragon.

Now, right from the start, they were told that they were going to slay a dragon, and the target was the Dragon King, one of the four great monarchs? !

The outrageous degree was no less than that. The village chief patted the warrior who had just received the novice suit and said earnestly: "Congratulations, you are already a qualified warrior. Now, please pick up your novice sword and challenge the final BOSS Demon King!"

For a moment, most of the students were still in a trance. Are they going to slay the dragon now?

I mean, isn't it a bit too fast?

The thunder that cuts through the sky seems to be interweaving to compose a passionate music, the deafening roar shakes the soul, and the storm comes with heavy rain.

Silver-white lightning bolts shot out from the clouds, carrying with them a strong and tangible aura of brutal destruction, and struck the surroundings densely, covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters in thunder. Everything visible to the naked eye was completely destroyed in the crazy thunder forest!

A terrifying scene like the end of the world appeared before the eyes of the students.

The 'discipline' field that originally enveloped the academy was replaced by another more powerful field, like a tangible spiritual pressure, washing over everyone's spirit like a tide.

Students with inferior bloodlines don’t even have the qualifications to stand under the cover of this field!

"All students whose bloodline is below A-level, please go to the shelter immediately!"

The EVA alarm sounded throughout the academy again: "Freshmen, please go to the shelter with the help of senior students. I repeat, this is not a drill!"

Soon, many students who were still able to move, supported the students who had collapsed, and hurried to the shelter.

Due to their daily training, although they were very frightened, the evacuation process was orderly and no stampede occurred.

The professors who had no combat capability ran faster than each other.

The king standing in the thunder seemed to be tired of the crowd like ants, and raised the blessed Gungnir: "The history of Kassel ends today!"

The terrifying thunder instantly turned into a blazing beam of light, piercing through the layers of air sound barriers and crashing into the crowd of students who were evacuating.

The strong smell of destruction is like the death knell sounded by the god of death!

The students had no time to escape. Their legs were no match for lightning, and they could only wait for death in despair.

But, at this moment!

A figure suddenly rushed out from behind the crowd.

He held a knife with black flames wrapped around it, and the extreme heat caused the air to distort.

Then, the man leaped forward, and his momentum suddenly rose and erupted, like a volcano that had been dormant for a long time, suddenly erupting with unmatched power.

The blade suddenly cut through the sky, slashing out a blazing and dark blade light!

The next moment, Odin's thunderous attack was shattered by a knife, but the blade's force remained unabated, splitting the air flow along the way into a transparent tunnel, and heading towards the almighty god!

Pompey swept his gun across, easily shattering the blade, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Who are you?"

"Flame Dragon Slayer."

The man carried the knife and said calmly: "Remember, my name is Finger!"

Looking at the unshaven face and decadent appearance of the man, the students were dumbfounded. It was hard to imagine that he had just saved them with a knife.

Isn't Fingel a loser?!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 410: All the blood of the king must end with the sword! (Part )

The heavy rain hit the cracked glass, leaving behind a series of crisscrossing water marks.

The principal's office is located in the safest area of ​​the entire school, but is still within the coverage of the Dragon King's spiritual realm.

The transparent glass reflected an old but resolute face, with a head of silver hair combed meticulously and a thin figure wearing a neat and straight suit. Standing there, he was like a sword drawn from its sheath, emitting a heart-pounding murderous intent. In his blazing golden eyes, it was as if lava was rolling.

He was the one who founded Kassel himself, the greatest dragon slayer in modern history, and the only one of the first generation of the Lionheart Society still alive.

Hilbert Jean Angers, his name has become the nightmare of countless deadpools who have fallen into the abyss of dragons for nearly a hundred years, and is also the most hated existence of many half-blood secret parties.

Today, this old man, who is over 100 years old, still has sharp eyes.

The flame of revenge burning in his chest seemed to be able to devour everything at any time, even if it meant burning himself to ashes!

"Old man, this is the last battle. Are you willing to accompany me for another fight?"

Angé did not turn around, fighting spirit rising in his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.

A seemingly cynical old man wearing a plaid shirt, sitting on a chair in his office with his legs crossed, it is hard to imagine that this man is the vice-president of Kassel, known as Angers' close friend and right-hand man, Nicolas Flamel!

It was rumored that this old man was even older than Angers, and his bloodline was second only to the four great monarchs!

Nicholas tilted his head to look at him, his old face wrinkled, and sighed, "Are you so impatient that you want to bury yourself?"

Yes, in his opinion, Angers's move was more like choosing a 'grave' for himself.

"We can't always let those young people charge in the front, right?"

Ange chuckled and said meaningfully: "The old era is coming to an end. Old guys like us should be buried in this era."

Hearing this, Nicholas was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the murderous intent in Ange's eyes. He seemed to have guessed something, and his body trembled slightly: "Ange, are you going to attack the secret party?"

"This sentence is not quite accurate. It's not 'will', but already."

There was a chilling murderous intent in Ange's words: "Guess what those people will do once the era of the dragon race ends?"

“Seize power.”

Nicholas spoke his mind without hesitation.

"Yes, the brave dragon slayer will eventually become an evil dragon." Angers looked out the window and whispered, "Getting rid of the Dragon King is equivalent to removing the sword of Damocles that is always hanging over the heads of the hybrids. What will a species that has surpassed humans in all aspects do then?"

"But... isn't it a bit too radical to eliminate all the half-blood secret party?" Nicholas took a breath and his face twitched.

Although he could foresee that once the Dragon King was completely destroyed, the entire world of the Mixed-Blood Secret Party would begin to fight for power even more frantically, and might even start a world war!

"No, I'm not that cruel, and I won't do that."

Ange shook his head and said calmly: "I only eliminated the school board. As for the remaining half-blood secret party, it will exist in another form."

"Another. form?"

Nicholas was stunned, but soon fell into deep thought: "What does this have to do with your recent actions in Europe?"

During this period of time, it should be since the end of the mission in Japan that Angers' overall focus began to shift 180 degrees from the dragon-slaying career.

As the vice-president, he naturally knew some inside information, but he just didn't understand what it meant.

After all, Angers suddenly set out to lay out his plans in Europe, and with the help of the power of the board of directors, he directly changed the Vatican's power to appoint the Pope. With the collective approval of the Pope and the twelve cardinals, he recompiled the annotations of the scriptures, and even the image of "God" was completely tampered with with a new symbol.

Although this incident caused a huge uproar, it was eventually suppressed under the majesty of the Holy See.

But in the eyes of the mixed-blood secret party, it is indeed a bit strange.

However, due to the huge power of the board of directors and Angers' authority, the remaining small mixed-blood secret parties naturally did not dare to question it.

But now, Angers brought up the old matter again, which instead aroused Nicholas's doubts.

"Ha, you are worthy of being my best friend. You really guessed it."

Ange grinned and turned to look at Nicholas: "I plan to use the Vatican as the center to redefine 'faith' and 'doctrine' and establish a secret Twilight Council to regulate future hybrids."

"How is this possible? Are you crazy?"

Nicholas's first reaction was that Ange was absolutely crazy.

Use religion to restrain mixed-race people?

Isn't this just a joke? Religion is nothing but lies woven by politicians. How can it restrain a mixed-race group with huge energy?

"This is no joke, my old friend."

Angers said softly, "In fact, not only Christianity, but also the doctrines of Eastern Orthodoxy, Protestantism, and the three religions will soon be reunited into one."

"Ange, what are you planning to do?" Nicholas looked at him seriously, feeling increasingly uneasy.

The combination of the three doctrines is equivalent to occupying half of the believers in the world. With such a large group of believers, is Angers planning to repeat the "Crusades"?

Or, is it planning to use its huge base to counter the power of the mixed-blood secret party?

“What I did has never changed.”

Ange said calmly: "To end the era of the dragon race completely. Everything I do is to work towards this goal."

"Including the integration of the three religions?"

Nicholas asked with a frown.

"of course."

With hope in his eyes, Ange murmured, "Soon, the era of dragons will come to an end. There will be no more hybrids or dragons."

Hearing this, Nicholas could no longer sit still, his face changed drastically: "Ange, tell me honestly, what is the use of the three religions being united?"

"What is the use?"

Ange couldn't help laughing: "Of course it's to bury the old era and usher in a new era!"

After saying that, the room seemed to be shrouded in an invisible field. The howling wind and the torrential rain all slowed down.

The old man in a neat suit took a step forward, leaving Nicholas with a resolute back, and stepped resolutely into the rain in an environment where everything was slowed down, leaving him with a resolute back that would never return.

"Ange, what are you planning?!"

Nicholas looked at the receding figure and for the first time in his life, he felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

The old man of the new era showed a bitter smile, sighed, and stood up with the help of the table: "Forget it, the remnants of the old era, why bother to think so much? Just like you said, how can we old guys let the young people charge into battle?"

Nicholas Flamel suddenly disappeared from his original position, like an arrow shot from a fully drawn bowstring, and rushed directly into the rainstorm.

"Old man, wait for me!"

The tip of Gungnir's spear tilted and pressed against the long-haired young man's neck.

Not long ago, Finkel's heroic appearance shocked all the students.

But... in just half a minute, Finkel was turned from a 'Flame Dragon Slayer' into a 'Crispy Chicken' after being pressed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly.

The whole process was almost a one-sided crushing. Even though Finkel showed the strength of his 'A' grade bloodline, he was still no match for the powerful god. He was full of vigor one second, and was beaten and ran around with his head in his hands the next. Until the thunder covered the entire Iron Forest Lake, Finkel, who had nowhere to escape, was struck into a crispy chicken.

Odin looked down at the young man half-kneeling on the ground with his golden eyes shining brightly, and a hint of contempt appeared at the corner of his lips: "Is this all the students trained by Kassel are capable of?"

"Ha, you're so proud of defeating me?"

Although Finkel was in a miserable state at the moment, with his entire body almost burnt black by the electric shock, he still upheld his tradition of being tough on others and taunted them, "I'm ranked last in the entire academy, and there are many people who are better than me. You... are just being arrogant!"

"Heh, you're almost being burned by electricity, but your mouth is still so hard?"

Pompey frowned slightly, knowing that the other party was just being tough, but he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

"Hmph, you're still stubborn? Then I'll grant your wish!" A blazing flame burned around him, and a suffocating feeling of oppression erupted like an overwhelming tidal wave.

In an instant, the blue bricks under my feet shattered into pieces.

Ever since he was promoted to Sequence 4, he could control the weather with his will. Although the range was limited, it was the pressure of nature!

Rumble!

The thunder in the sky became more and more violent, and the dense thunder almost tore the clouds apart, as if foreshadowing the end of the world.

The power of heaven is magnificent, and thunder roars in the sky!

Pompey held Gungnir, raised his arm forward and stabbed Finkel.

Looking at the gun tip that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, Finkel finally calmed down. He slowly closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

"I'm sorry, my girl."

He whispered softly, "This time, I can't go back. Perhaps, I should have died long ago, died in that icy sea."

"Don't give up so quickly, kid!"

Just then, a voice came.

An invisible field suddenly expanded and enveloped.

The howling wind, the pouring rain, and even the thunder that burst from Gungnir seemed to be slowed down dozens of times.

The gun body drove the spiral airflow and the lightning burst out in the air. It drew a clear and bright trajectory, spreading like intertwined branches, and slowly enlarged in Finger's pupils.

"This is. Time Zero?!"