Hero? I'm just here to borrow power!

Frost's face stiffened, and he rang the bell again: "You didn't hear my point! The point isn't that he's an S-class specialist! It's that he's facing the First Generation!"

He picked up Chu Zihang's photo from the file. "This student named Chu Zihang enrolled last year. Your investigation into him should have started a year ago! And now you're only releasing this crucial intelligence!"

Angers shrugged and rang the bell again: "A year ago, we only conducted routine bloodline verification and physical examinations on him, and the data showed that he was perfectly normal. Moreover, before this Kuimen incident, he had never mentioned any memories of 'Nibelungen' on his own initiative, and the academy's psychological counseling department could not have predicted that the childhood trauma of an A-level hybrid would be related to the first generation of Dragon King."

"Even if he is a descendant of an S-class executive?" Frost frowned, ringing the bell relentlessly.

“Oh, my old friend,” this time, Angers didn’t even bother to ring the bell. He leaned back in his chair, his voice tinged with a weary pity. “Have you forgotten what difference there is between an S-class and an A-class hybrid to the noble First Generation? In our eyes, they are elites and geniuses, but in the Dragon King’s eyes, they are nothing more than a stronger dwarf. Who could have guessed that the disappearance of a commissioner would involve a noble monarch?”

The school board members fell silent.

Angers' words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing their anger but also bringing an even more chilling feeling.

Yes, to humans, hybrids are high-ranking nobles, but to the true dragon monarchs, they are nothing more than a group of inferior creatures who have stolen the power of the dragons.

“Alright…” Frost took a deep breath, temporarily abandoning the pursuit of blame. “Let’s let this matter drop for now, but last week, you submitted a huge funding request to the Board of Trustees to carry out an operation called ‘Project Bronze.’ The blueprint for that project is incredibly ambitious. If it succeeds, it will undoubtedly be a landmark victory for the Secret Service, but…”

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharpening, "With this 'Kamen Rider's' allegiance completely unclear, how can you ensure the success of the Executive Department's subsequent operations in the Three Gorges?"

This was precisely the issue that all the school board members were most concerned about, even though Frost still felt a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth when he pronounced the word "Kamen Rider".

The beautiful woman who had been silent all along gently rang the silver bell in front of her.

Her voice was soft and magnetic, like the low murmur of a cello: "Mr. Frost is right. If there really is a humanoid dragon king lurking beneath the Three Gorges Dam that can easily defeat the next generation, or even the first generation, then sending the Executive Department there is far too risky. I have been to China, and I know what that dam means to that country. Once that suspected dragon king breaks out in battle with our agents there, no matter the outcome, the Three Gorges Dam could be devastated. The resulting disasters would not only be difficult to control, but could even lead to... the complete exposure of the Secret Party to the world."

Her analysis was calm and precise, pointing out the most fatal hidden dangers.

“Miss Lisa is right.” The blonde girl also rang the bell, her expression now serious. “The highest principle of the Secret Party is always ‘dragon slaying,’ but the potential risks of the ‘Bronze Project’ are too great. If it really is a dragon king that has awakened, I don’t think the young students in the academy can handle it. Whether they are A-rank or… S-rank.”

In the midst of this somber atmosphere, the man in the yellow sweater who had been leaning back in his chair as if it were none of his business suddenly shook the bell lazily.

"Well... to be honest, China wasn't really our territory to begin with."

He yawned, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on the young man who hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end. "I think this question would be more convincing if answered by a representative of mixed-race individuals from China."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's gaze in the conference room seemed to be drawn by an invisible conductor's baton, and they all focused on Bai Ye.

They then suddenly remembered that this Mr. Siegfried, who represented the mysterious seventh board of directors, seemed to be... a mixed-race nobleman from China.

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 84 Royal-Level Death Servants

Bai Ye has never liked the atmosphere of this kind of meeting room.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling was so expensive it could buy an apartment in downtown Chicago; the obsidian of the long table might have come from some polar region; and everyone present was impeccably dressed, representing the most secretive and immense power in the world.

They loudly discussed their lofty ideals, claiming they would stop at nothing for the cause of slaying dragons.

Ironically, those who were used as "price" were not even qualified to step into this room.

Arguing with these self-proclaimed aristocrats at the conference table is a complete waste of life.

Or should I just tell them that I am the "Kamen Rider"?

The thought flashed through Bai Ye's mind, but this would mean the deal with Lu Mingze would fall through. Even though Bai Ye didn't trust Lu Mingze at all, it would still be a pity to give up the clues about the "Path to Godhood".

He casually reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the cold brass bell in front of him, just about to say something.

At that very moment, the languid expression on his face vanished completely in a fraction of a second.

A murderous intent, almost ignored by his five senses, suddenly surfaced in an instant.

Almost instinctively, Bai Ye's expression suddenly changed, and under the varied gazes of the school board members, a long sword with an ancient design and a dark light flowing across its blade instantly appeared in his palm.

"What is that!" The man in the yellow sweater was the first to exclaim, almost jumping up from his chair.

Apart from Angers's golden eyes suddenly lighting up, the rest of the school board members were filled with shock and confusion. They couldn't understand why this young man from the East had suddenly pulled out a weapon as if by magic.

But Bai Ye did not explain.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, twisting his body backward at an angle that defied human biomechanics. The Soul Release Blade in his hand drew a sharp, dark arc, slashing towards the seemingly empty void behind him!

"Hey!"

A sickeningly loud sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.

In the once transparent air, like a canvas ripped by a sharp blade, a hideous wound appeared out of thin air, and thick, black blood gushed out. A twisted and terrifying half-body slowly took shape in the air, and then with a "thud," it crashed heavily onto the carpet.

The black blood, like concentrated sulfuric acid, immediately hissed and emitted nauseating black smoke upon contact with the expensive Persian carpet.

In the hand of that severed torso, a dagger was still tightly gripped, its tip gleaming with a chilling pink light.

With its upper body severed in two by Bai Ye's blade, the monster's lower body lost its disguise, revealing a terrifying, highly dragon-like body covered in jagged bone spikes and scales.

[Gained 20 redemption points.]

The system notification sounded in his mind, but Bai Ye's expression grew even colder.

Word of Power: Illumination of the Underworld, Serial Number 69.

An extremely rare form of incantation that can distort the light around itself, creating a near-perfect optical camouflage. Normally, this incantation can only deceive the eyes and cannot evade Bai Ye's five senses, which have been enhanced by his "super-physical body".

The female ninja, Mai Shutoku, whom he had met in China before, possessed the power of the word "Myousho."

But these 20 exchange points clearly told him that what had just ambushed him was not one of the grunts in the ruins, but a royal-level Death Servant whose bloodline was comparable to that of a next-generation species. Its powerful bloodline brought the effect of "Nether Illumination" to its extreme, not only erasing the light, but also wiping out its own aura, voice, and presence from this world.

Deadpool's appearance was like a bomb exploding in the conference room.

Ang was the first person to react besides Bai Ye. Almost at the same moment Bai Ye drew his sword, the alchemical folding knife that he never parted with and that he used specifically to slay dragons had already slid into his hand. His body sank slightly, like a lion king preparing to pounce.

"There's an intruder in the conference room!" Angers' golden eyes burned, his roar carrying the power of thunder.

"Alarm!!" Frost Gattuso, as expected of a ruthless figure in charge of a large family, immediately slammed a hidden button on the edge of the table after his initial shock.

A sharp, piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire manor, and red warning lights flashed wildly in the corridors, illuminating everyone's faces in a blood-red hue.

However, no sooner had Frost finished speaking than another unexpected event occurred!

The magnificent crystal chandelier on the conference room ceiling crashed down with an unsettling creak!

"Watch out!" the beautiful woman Lisa screamed. The blonde girl next to her reacted quickly and pulled her away from her seat.

"boom!"

The half-ton crystal chandelier crashed onto the obsidian table, shattering instantly. Countless crystal fragments mixed with the metal frame exploded in all directions, like a violent blast.

At the same time, as Bai Ye killed the Death Servants behind him, the walls of the conference room, which were originally decorated with expensive oil paintings, suddenly began to writhe like melting wax, and four black shadows suddenly pounced out from them!

Their movements were as swift as lightning, and they pounced on each and every member of the board of directors present with unambiguous intent!

"You're asking for death!" Angers advanced instead of retreating, his alchemical folding knife drawing a silver streak as he precisely met the dead servant lunging at him. The dead servant brandished its claws, but they were easily severed by the folding knife. Angers spun around and kicked the monster, whose arms had been severed, sending it flying against the wall and turning it into a puddle of black mud.

On the other side, the old man who had been constantly fiddling with his prayer beads showed no trace of compassion on his face.

He muttered to himself, silently channeling the power of his words into the sandalwood prayer beads in his hand. Then, he swung them violently, and the beads instantly straightened in the air like a steel whip, whistling through the air, and lashed hard at the head of a Deadpool. With a crisp "crack," the Deadpool's head exploded like a watermelon.

The carefree man in the yellow sweater, however, had abandoned all his laziness. He sprang up from his chair, his movements almost superhuman. Despite not carrying any weapons, he was like a sprite dancing on a knife's edge, each dodge perfectly timed, avoiding Deadpool's claw attacks with ease.

Among this group of seemingly pampered school board members, there are actually several powerful figures hidden among them. They are the pinnacle of the Secret Party and the leaders of a mad group that has fought against the Dragon Clan for thousands of years. Battle is already etched into their blood.

Only Frost and the two female school board members looked somewhat disheveled. Although they were of noble birth, they were clearly more adept at political maneuvering than combat, and at this moment they could only retreat step by step under the protection of their family bodyguards.

Bai Ye ignored the school board members; his gaze was fixed on the shattered remains of the crystal chandelier.

There, a figure slowly stood up.

It was a masked man, but his body was undergoing a terrifying transformation. Countless flesh buds were writhing wildly beneath his skin, and his bones were cracking under the strain. His body was expanding and transforming into a dragon at a visible speed.

Behind the mask, a single, burning golden eye, filled with boundless killing intent, stared intently at Angers.

“Hilbert Jean Angers…” the monster uttered in a hoarse voice, like fingernails scraping against glass, mechanical, filled only with murderous intent and devoid of any emotion.

In an instant, an invisible domain spread out from him.

The air in the entire conference room seemed to ignite instantly, as if a napalm bomb had been thrown into the small space.

Word of Power: King's Flame, serial number 89, is an extreme word of power that creates high temperatures and explosions by controlling the fire element in the air.

The school board members present tensed up. They had just discussed the holder of this Word of Power in their report—the freshman Chu Zihang. But now, the Monarch Flame released by this highly dragon-transformed assassin was far more powerful than that of Chu Zihang.

The raging flames nearly engulfed all the school board members.

But in that instant, the whole world slowed down. Angers looked at the oncoming torrent of flames, calmly walked along the edge of the flames, grabbed Frost beside him, and threw him to safety.

This is the power of Angers' words.

Time zero.

Serial number 85. The releaser constructs a field centered on himself, within which the flow of time slows down, while he can still move at a normal speed. Therefore, to outsiders, his speed appears to be several times or even dozens of times faster.

Time Zero is an enormous burden on the body of the releaser, and can usually only be maintained for a few seconds. However, the biggest problem at this time is not the duration of Time Zero, but the fact that the explosion range of the Lord's Flame is too large and expands too quickly.

Even Angers couldn't save everyone from this sea of ​​fire in an instant! The youngest-looking female school board member was currently in the epicenter of the explosion and was almost engulfed by the flames.

Angers can use the "pardon" method to allow specific people to share the time he is slowed down, but this will double his stamina consumption.

He set the targets of his "pardon" as Lisa, the man in the yellow sweater, and the old man with prayer beads who were closest to the explosion, and he was no longer able to include the girl who was far away from him in his protection.

A struggle flashed in Angers' eyes, as if he was considering whether to risk everything to rush into the sea of ​​fire.

However, the moment he made his decision, a strange "humming" sound rang out, and the "Junyan" flame, which was powerful enough to melt steel, suddenly disappeared into the air as if a chalk drawing on a blackboard had been erased by an eraser.

It's White Night!

Despite not being "pardoned," he seemed completely unaffected by "Time Zero"!

Bai Ye stretched out his right hand and took a step forward. The raging monarch's flames dissipated inch by inch before him with each step.

He walked up to the masked monster, looking at the somewhat familiar mask that only revealed one eye, a profound meaning appearing in his eyes.

Then, Bai Ye clenched his right fist, the muscles of his entire right arm slowly bulging, and punched the monster in the face.

With a muffled "hum," the mask on the monster's face shattered the moment it touched Bai Ye's fist, and the half-human, half-dragon monster's massive body was sent flying as if struck by a battering ram, crashing heavily into the wall in the distance.

After knocking away the one who released Junyan, Baiye continued forward, wiping away all the remaining flames in the air with his right hand. He then pulled the female school board member, whose expression was still frozen in terror due to the effects of Time Zero, out of the corner of the almost melted conference room.

At that moment, Angers deactivated his time zero.

The world returned to normal speed, leaving only devastation and deathly silence.

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 85 The Philosopher's Stone

Deadpool has appeared in the Secret Service's meeting room!

This is an unprecedented scandal in the more than 100-year history of the Secret Service.

Of the seven board members in the conference room, apart from Bai Ye, the newly arrived agent, the other six were all powerful figures in the mixed-race world whose every move could cause an earthquake.

If any of them were assassinated on Kassel College's premises, it would be a devastating blow to the college's reputation.

At this moment, after the assassin who released Junyan was defeated by Bai Ye's punch, the remaining rationality overwhelmed the fear and anger. The school board members, surrounded by their respective bodyguards, quickly withdrew from the desolate battlefield like a receding tide.

The blonde girl, rescued by Bai Ye, solemnly introduced herself to him before leaving, calling herself Charlotte Gottingen. Her words revealed that she came from the Gottingen family in Europe. Her eyes, still bright but shaken, looked at Bai Ye and solemnly promised that she would thank Mr. Siegfried for saving her life when they met again.

Soon, the noisy conference room became empty, leaving only the executives who were silently and efficiently cleaning up the scene. The air was filled with a nauseating mixture of blood, burnt smells, and the pungent odor of some kind of chemical cleaner.

Angers stood in the middle of the mess, while White Night stood not far from him.

"I never expected that a royal-level Death Servant who has mastered the Word of Power: Dark Illumination would appear in Chicago, which is clearly our own territory."

Angers gazed at the remains of the Deadpool, severed in two by White Night's blade, and lit a cigar. The gold in his eyes had faded, leaving only a deep, complex expression, a mixture of weariness and self-mockery.

“I apologize for the spectacle, Mr. Siegfried.” Angers tilted his head back, slowly exhaling a puff of white smoke that swirled above his head, blurring the expression on his face. “It’s my first time representing the Board of Trustees at the annual meeting, and this has happened. Whew…”

He let out a long sigh, as if recalling some unpleasant past events.

“If you hadn’t intervened in time, there would likely have been casualties among the members of the Board of Directors.” Angers’ gaze turned to the monster that had unleashed the “Monarch’s Flame.”

Although Bai Ye's punch was not fatal, its life force drained away rapidly like a punctured balloon after the mask on the monster's face shattered. In just a few minutes, its body completely collapsed, as if it had been poisoned by its own dragon blood, turning into a pile of festering flesh.

Bai Ye didn't speak. He bent down and picked up the assassination dagger from the bloodstains on the carpet. He gently tapped the strange pink blade tip with his finger, producing a clear, crystal-like sound that didn't sound like metal.

“If I’m not mistaken, the blade of this dagger should be made of the Philosopher’s Stone.” Angers walked over, looked at the dagger in Bai Ye’s hand, and commented solemnly.

"The Philosopher's Stone... is an extremely deadly weapon for dragons. It is made of the fifth element, which transcends earth, water, wind, and fire—the spiritual element. If used properly, it can even kill the first generation of dragons. But this Deadpool chose to use it against you." Angers' implication was clear.

Upon hearing his words, Bai Ye showed no surprise whatsoever.

He simply handed the priceless dagger to an executive officer who was recording the scene.

"If I were truly a dragon, would Deadpool dare to stab me with this dagger?" Bai Ye asked calmly.

Deadpools are products of dragon blood corrupting minds. They are enemies of hybrids, but they also absolutely obey high-ranking pure-blooded dragons. If Bai Ye is truly a first-generation dragon or a dragon king, then even a royal-level deadpool comparable to a second-generation dragon would never dare to turn its blade against him—this is absolute obedience engraved deep in his bloodline.

“It was just an example.” Angers smiled, but there was no trace of relief in his smile.

"At the annual meeting of the board of directors in Kassel, a royal-level assassin wielding the Philosopher's Stone actually appeared."

He stubbed out his half-smoked cigar and sighed with a wry smile, "Even if that old man Frost uses this as a pretext to impeach me, the principal, at the next meeting, it wouldn't be an exaggeration."