He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

This book tells me that you possess a system for flattery; as long as you pander to the true dragon, you can enjoy wealth and honor, becoming second only to the emperor.

......

After transmigrating, Lin Feng suddenly heard a voice in his head. The voice claimed to be his descendant and wanted to help him rewrite his destiny.

"So, you're saying I can live a carefree and happy life just by doing these despicable things?"

【certainly】

......

......

Jie often feels dazed when he first met him.

"You were already a sixth-rank official when you first entered the court. If you don't make any major mistakes in the capital, you're destined to be a prime minister. Why did you have to offend all the high-ranking officials and end up being demoted to this remote and impoverished place?"

"Now I am all alone, penniless, and living in poverty every day. Is it worth it?"

Of course, I don't understand it yet.

He didn't answer, but simply quieted the group of ragged students in front of him, then put down his book, turned around, and smiled.

"you guess."

Volume 1: Chapter 109 Mass Production?! Terrified!

"Weng Gaode, you little bastard, you wouldn't have gone behind the brothers' backs and found another new backer, would you?"

"Mr. Dumas, what makes you say that?"

Police Chief Orlando and his follower Alexandre Dumas finally got to see his former subordinates.

The young policeman, Wen Gaode, looked radiant and full of energy. He wore a crisp and elegant uniform, carried a ruggedly designed longsword on his back, and had a short axe at his waist. These ancient artifacts exuded a mysterious aura, and their dazzling brilliance was excessively bright under the sunlight.

The young policemen behind Wen Gaode were equally impressive, each equipped with new weapons and exuding an air of nouveau riche.

And look at themselves? After two days of running and fleeing, they looked travel-worn and haggard.

The collar of the bureau chief's uniform shirt was violently ripped open, turning into tattered strips of cloth, and his trouser legs were covered in mud and water, which had now dried into stubborn grime.

The samurai sword, forged with the help of Alexandre Dumas, was so heavily loaded that its blade was covered with nicks and nicks of all sizes, a testament to its rigorous craftsmanship.

The world's diversity is so strikingly clear.

Orlando and Alexandre Dumas exchanged a glance.

Okay, now I know why they were both isolated and helpless for two days.

This outfit is incredibly luxurious and extravagant. If every new employee received this as a gift, and given the fickle nature of young people, even if they chose to switch jobs, who could they blame?

Orlando shook his head with a complicated expression. "He hasn't come back to report to me for a long time. I thought he had completely forgotten about his old boss."

"How could that be! I, Wen Gaode, have never forgotten the Director's teachings from back then!"

Wen Gaode, his face flushed, said loudly, "...Therefore, none of our troops have given up the mission of protecting the hospital. We have chosen to remain stationed there and launch search and rescue operations!"

"Haha, that makes sense. One should never forget one's roots." Alexandre Dumas, like an outsider watching the spectacle, asked, "What do you think, brother?"

"Well done." Orlando was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and gave a light compliment.

He didn't actually have complete confidence in the police officers he had trained.

Ever since Flat pointed out that there was a traitor among the twenty-eight people who was sending messages to other forces, Orlando has come to a profound realization: you can't judge a book by its cover.

However, judging from the current situation, the forces that Wengod has recently joined are probably surprisingly on the side of law and justice.

Director Orlando thought of the young man who had saved him without saying a word... Could it be that he was the one who played a role?

"So, is your search and rescue operation going smoothly?"

"Oh, that's exactly what I was going to tell you, Director. Actually, we're short-staffed and very busy. We'll be going over there later to help out with some errands." Wen Gaode led the two of them into a procession of disaster-stricken people.

As Chief Orlando looked up, he could see the police officers working together to move the injured from the collapsed and shattered building onto clean stretchers, then carefully lift them into ambulances, while a medic accompanied them, loudly giving instructions.

You can tell they're incredibly busy, everyone's practically splitting themselves into several people to be used.

Dumas suddenly laughed again, "Brother, your men have a good plan. They're trying to drag us in as laborers too!"

Orlando didn't seem to care.

"Of course. They saved us, and Wen Gaode and the others worked so hard, so it's only right that we come over and lend a hand."

Indeed, although the Holy Grail War has been fraught with changes and his subordinates have become restless, some turning to betray him, others switching sides and seeking other opportunities.

But their ideals of justice have not wavered, and everything we have done so far has not been in vain.

Suddenly, a black luxury sedan stopped in front of the police chief. The window rolled down, revealing the face of a young woman with flowing silver-white hair.

"It's you!? Old man..."

Orlando's pupils contracted; he never expected that Francesca would be on this team.

Like Fadius, he also had contact with Francesca when the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City had just begun. However, his approach was different from Fadius's, so they acted separately as intelligence sharers.

Francesca, this dangerous magician, was once physically destroyed by the America National Agency, but has since reappeared.

Her thought process is incredibly chaotic and unpredictable; she's a highly neurotic individual. If she were in this group, she'd inevitably cause countless disasters sooner or later...

Orlando's expression gradually turned grim.

Splash!

Francesca, however, completely ignored his inner thoughts. Rather, after setting her sights on Lu Ming, her former business partners were no longer even worth mentioning.

She handed him a concise booklet, still smelling of fresh ink, containing articles such as "Rules for Joining the Alliance," "Selected Quotes," "List of High-Ranking Members (Do Not Provoke)," and "A Notice Debunking Conspiracy Theories"...

As the second-in-command of this expedition, how could Francesca not have anticipated the large number of new recruits? So, whenever she had free time, she would distribute informational brochures to the newly found survivors.

This is much faster than the work progress of that shameful goddess.

"what is this?"

"You'll see when you read it. All new members are required to read it."

"Hmph, since it was given to me by you, it's most likely some ridiculous prank message."

Francesca waved and drove away.

What a boring reaction.

Orlando, you're too weak. I'll probably forget about you completely soon.

"Dragon invasion..."

Once the black sedan had driven far away, Orlando flipped through a few pages to read carefully, but his eyelids started twitching wildly after just a few glances.

Orlando, being rather old-fashioned, was genuinely struggling to cope with such an explosive impact. He understood the literal meaning of the dragon invasion, having experienced it firsthand.

But... what does it mean that Odin is actually a dragon? Were the original civilizations and gods of this world all dragons?

Dumas leaned closer to look, and after a moment his eyes widened, revealing a delighted smile:

"Hahaha! Bro, this 'Odin's Abyss' was actually written by the team leader? That's hilarious! Let's join him, bro! I want to apply for the lead role in this project!"

......

Sigma and Ayaka Sajo walked somewhat bewildered through the bustling crowd, occasionally having to sidestep and carefully avoid passing stretchers.

This place looks like a disaster relief site after a major earthquake. There are no dragon-blooded behemoths, nor any signs of the Holy Grail War.

Indeed, as Watcher said, they escaped danger using this method.

But it seems to involve some unpredictable risk.

What risks would that be?

"Sigma, have you read the contents of these booklets?"

Ayaka Sajo adjusted her glasses, looked down and flipped through a few more pages, her eyes filled with disbelief.

'Dragon Clan...'

She recalled those strange, ancient memories in her mind, like scenes from a dream: a vast, azure dragon with a back as wide as a mountain, its outstretched wings cutting through the sky.

If my memory serves me correctly, dragons did indeed live in this world in ancient times...

"I didn't see it."

Sigma carried his gun and walked with the flow of people.

He doesn't care about things that need to be publicized, nor does he care.

As a mercenary who spends most of his time fighting abroad and is accustomed to life and death, his biggest concerns, his basic needs, or rather, his life ideals, boil down to only three things:

To survive, to eat well, and to sleep well.

So Sigma just wanted to know if he could exchange some food and water with the group for easier work.

Sigma noticed that people seemed completely unconcerned about his fully armed firearms.

Even though this is America, they should probably be more vigilant during a disaster.

That's right. The fact that a safe zone could be cleared out means that there are armed forces here that are similar to, or even stronger than, his.

—Da da da!

Just then, a series of loud, popping sounds, like popping beans, rang out from not far ahead.

Sigma instinctively wanted to crouch down and find cover.

However, when he realized that the bullets were flying in a different direction, he couldn't help but stare in that direction.

He saw a group of... militiamen carrying rifles? He figured they were either novice militiamen or just a hastily assembled group of civilians. Clearly, they didn't even meet the basic standards of mercenaries in terms of firearm handling efficiency.

What surprised Sigma even more was that the group was shooting at a spider monster several meters tall!

"That thing, you can't damage it without heavy firepower, right?"

Sigmar pondered.

He encountered such a thing when he was fleeing with Sajo; even a full-power sniper rifle round couldn't leave a mark on the monster.

"No, you're wrong," the old man's shadow drifted past him. "Look closer. Those bullets are unusual; they have incredible runes on them."

"...Runes?"

Sigma was stunned. They actually borrowed magicians to etch runes onto bullets and then gave them to ordinary people to use. How much would that cost? What an extravagant method!

Could it be that their team has many magicians with this level of rune skill?

......

Lu Ming finally followed the police officers who came to report and found the survivor whose treatment was controversial.

I heard that Hier and others have very different opinions from others.

"...What happened?"

We're already on our way back. The hospital is just a few kilometers ahead, but on the large ambulance at the front, several groups of people are arguing fiercely.

The blue-haired nun solemnly warned, "Look at the spider hairs on his arms; it's a highly abnormal physical mutation, a very deep 'contamination'! We can't try to treat him anymore; he must be isolated immediately..."

"You mean we're going to abandon a patient? Sorry, I can't do that. My job is to be a doctor!"

Amelia couldn't help but feel a little angry.

She was also one of the "military doctors" this time. She heard that the goal this time was to search for missing persons, including clues about the whereabouts of Kuang Qiu Chun, so she volunteered to join the team. Although she could not play a positive role, she could still help the wounded.

"Furthermore, our equipment has confirmed that the patient was not a substantial source of infection."

"How could such equipment possibly detect the 'deadly poison' of 'those monsters'?!"

Hier also raised his voice.

The deadly poison that was spread by many ancestors has polluted the land, and it is an unclean thing that even "human reason" must regard as a stain!

Even their church could only isolate and confine the contaminated agents in monasteries, letting them slowly die prematurely from the corrosive effects of the toxins.

If this is not done soon, and ordinary people continue to come into contact with each other, the symptoms of pollution will eventually become more severe!

This is the difference in perception between ordinary people and those in the mystical world.

As Lu Ming's forces grew increasingly complex, this situation became more and more unavoidable.

"Quiet! What's all the noise about?"

When Lu Ming approached, the doctors and nuns obediently lowered their voices, as if he possessed an invisible power that brought peace to people.