Dragon Clan: Start by getting a simulator

In an instant the sea calmed down and everything became calm.

The chill spread from the girl, and the melted ice and mountains gradually reappeared. Fine snowflakes floated in the sky again, and the whole world was once again wrapped in white and froze again, as if nothing had happened.

Everything returned to normal, as if the terrifying vibrations and rapid high temperatures before were just illusions, just a malfunction of the detection equipment.

On the other side, Finkel was running wildly with the source girl on his back.

Thanks to Old Tang who got angry for no apparent reason, his winter clothes that were frozen stiff were warmed up a lot. He picked them up and put them on without feeling any discomfort. However, even if he felt any discomfort, he would have to endure it under the circumstances.

Those two guys who were obviously not human looked like they were going to overturn the entire ice sea. Finkel felt that it would be better for a mortal like him to retreat first to avoid being affected.

The only problem was that he could no longer feel the warmth of the girl on his back. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, he would have suspected that he was carrying a corpse.

However, even though there were still some ups and downs, his breathing seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, as if he was breathing out more than in, and it seemed that he would die completely at any time.

But in such a severe environment, Finkel had no way to deal with it. Not to mention that he had no medical skills at all, even if he did, he didn't have the conditions. There was ice and snow everywhere, and when he looked up, it was all solemn white.

Moreover, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and the cold seemed to be catching up from behind. Even the winter clothes could not protect against the cold that almost penetrated the bone marrow. The most terrifying thing was that something seemed to be coming at a very fast speed from behind.

Finger didn't even dare to turn his head. Feeling the terrible cold, he could only curse in his heart: "Damn it, is Old Tang dead? Why is that little ice sculpture still chasing me?"

Finkel ran as fast as he could, but the noise behind him was getting closer and closer. Finkel was going crazy and cursed in his heart: "Still chasing, still chasing, damn it, still chasing!"

At this time, Fingel's strength is reflected. When the man exerts his muscles, he looks like an angry bull or a strong cheetah. Even with the source girl on his back, he can still run very fast.

Finkel was now just thankful that he was carrying a thin girl who was not a burden. If it was a burly man, even if Finkel was kind-hearted, he would have dumped the body and run away.

Speaking of which, the girl's fierce look when she picked up the knife was so fierce that people dared not look directly at her. She had a strong aura and terrifying strength. She could even suppress the Dragon King and chop him to death. She could kill a giant dragon as easily as killing a chicken, and she was as fierce as a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

But when she was seriously injured and unconscious, Finkel was shocked to realize that she was so thin, and her tall body was all bones. Her delicate face was once white as if she had a serious illness, but now it was pale and bluish, and she looked like she was dying.

Oh no, it's not that he looks like he's almost dead.

The reason why she is still alive is entirely because of that weird man. Finkel saw clearly at the time that after the guy, who was on fire all over his body, lifted up the Source Girl, he drew a symbol on her fatal wound and squeezed out a drop of blood. It looked like some kind of magical alchemy.

Then this last breath was miraculously held.

But I feel like if I delay any longer, I'll lose this feeling.

But the ice sea was so vast, and there was a dragon king chasing him from behind, so Finkel didn't know what to do for a moment and could only run away.

A cold wind blew past, and a dark figure passed by him. Finkel stopped suddenly, his muscles swelled and turned blue instantly, and his hand tightly grasped the red knife of Yuan Zhinv.

But just as he was about to fight to the death, he saw who was coming and was stunned.

The person who came was Old Tang, but he didn’t seem to be Old Tang.

He put on his original winter clothes, and his body was no longer on fire. His appearance seemed no different, but the feeling he gave was completely different.

Old Tang's rather funny face was now filled with cold majesty. His eyes, which used to be always confused and couldn't figure out the situation, now seemed to be burning with an invisible flame. The blazing golden color made people dare not look directly at it, as if they would get burned if they looked at it for any longer.

He just stood there, but his face was full of the sediment of time, and his figure was lonely, as if he had spent thousands of years like this.

Finkel retreated warily, his eyes fixed on the strange guy, unable to tell for a moment whether he was a friend or an enemy.

But the man just glanced at him calmly, his tone calm and without any fluctuations: "If you delay it any longer, she will really die."

Finkel hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to trust this guy once. After all, facing this kind of injury, he was really helpless. Whether he could be saved depended entirely on fate. He had to give it a try.

Carefully placing the girl Yuan on a flat surface, the last bit of ups and downs in her chest were almost gone, her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, her entire body exuded a pure white color, the color of death, completely lifeless.

The huge wound cut open her entire chest, and her injured internal organs could be vaguely seen. The blood had stopped flowing because all that could flow had already flowed out. The wound was emitting a strange black color, and this black color was still spreading, as if death was devouring all life.

Old Tang frowned, he stretched out his hand, and a bright flame condensed in his hand, but Finkel could not feel any heat, the spread of temperature was controlled just right.

However, no matter how skilled a master craftsman is, he cannot control the temperature and manipulate the flame in this way, because it is simply not something that humans can do. It is the authority that belongs exclusively to the Lord of Fire.

But Finkel was not in the mood to pay attention to these things at the moment, because he saw the man performing alchemy.

Maybe it was alchemy, but Finkel wasn't sure because he had never seen such a method before.

A drop of blood melted in the flame in the man's hand, and finally turned into dense blood mist. He sprinkled the blood mist on the hideous wound on the girl's body, and the strange black color disappeared.

Finkel had heard of biological alchemy, which was mainly used to refine corpse guards and transform Deadpool, but this was the first time he saw it on a living person. However, he looked at it for a while and found that the wound did not heal, but the layer of dead black disappeared.

But even this is amazing enough.

"Who are you?" Finkel couldn't help but blurt out.

The man looked at him calmly and uttered only four words: "My name is Norton."

Finkel scratched his head, a little confused: "Isn't your last name Tang?"

"Wait... what?"

Soon he realized something and stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

But the arrogant man didn't bother to look at him again. However, Finkel didn't think there was anything wrong with this arrogant attitude. He just wanted to pinch his philtrum hard.

He thought he might not have woken up yet, otherwise why would he hear the name Norton?

Times have really changed. The Bronze King and the Fire King are both saving people. Who would have dared to think of this in the past?

The most important thing is...it seems that he has not been saved yet.

Looking at the girl's wound that showed no signs of healing, Finkel mustered up his courage and said carefully: "Um, Lord Dragon King, why is there no movement?"

The man's face was a little gloomy: "I can't heal injuries."

Finkel said weakly: "......? What are you doing?"

"Remove the death order imposed by that damn woman." said the man.

"So is there any hope for her?"

"do not know."

Finkel thought to himself that his junior schoolmate was so pitiful that she wouldn't really die in the snow. It would be a pity that such a beautiful girl died here.

But if he really can't be saved, then so be it. He has tried his best anyway. Even the Dragon King can't do anything about it. He is really helpless.

If it doesn't work, just find a snow pit to bury it. He thinks the scenery here is nice. He can enjoy the snow every day, and he can go to settle the score with Leviathan on the seventh day after the death.

At this moment, the man slowly spoke: "But if she dies, you will go to accompany her."

Finkel was about to say that if there was no other way, he would just find a place to bury it: "..."

He picked up the girl on the ground and said seriously, "I think she can still be saved. Why don't we leave the ice field first?"

"By the way, Lord Dragon King, are you going back to your dragon's nest?"

Norton glanced at him coldly: "Go to Japan."

Finger was immediately surprised: "Ah? Why do I remember that you are a Chinese dragon... Oh no, your dragon nest is in China, the Three Gorges, right? How come you are going to Japan?"

Seeing that Norton's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, Finkel shut up decisively and said very flatteringly: "Go to Japan, go to Japan immediately, sir, please, please."

At the same time, he muttered quietly: "Does the Dragon King travel these days?"

Norton: “…”

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Chapter 148 The doctor shook his head and said, we tried our best

The pitch-black helicopter slowly descended, becoming the only color on the endless snowy plain. A white-haired old man walked slowly towards the detection house that had merged with the ice and snow in the howling cold wind.

After the Greenland Ice Sea incident ten years ago, the Kassel Institute has been monitoring the Greenland Ice Sea, and this detection house is one of the residences of the institute's executive commissioners.

At this time, several specialists inside had been waiting at the door early, waiting nervously for the principal to arrive.

In fact, we have been in Angers for a while, but we were not in a hurry to come here. Instead, we went to explore several areas where abnormalities occurred first. However, neither the volcanic eruption nor the earthquake seemed to have brought any impact.

Apart from the endless ice and snow and the glaciers that had remained unchanged for millions of years, there was nothing unusual in Angers. It was so calm that it didn't look like a place where a natural disaster had occurred. It was as if all traces had been hidden by the wind and snow.

But precisely because it is so common, it indicates that there is a problem.

"Principal!" Several specialists came out in the cold wind to greet him, but their eyes were burning as they looked at Angers.

There are few commissioners in the executive department who do not admire and respect Ange, because this principal is a legend.

He nodded and smiled, very elegant and gentlemanly: "Hello, classmates."

"This is the geological inspection report for this period." A specialist handed over a pile of information: "It's very strange. We clearly detected underwater fluctuations and rising water temperatures, but they disappeared very quickly. I guess it was an underwater earthquake that triggered an undersea volcanic eruption."

"However, due to the low temperature or some other reasons, the earthquake and volcanic eruption were very short and ended very quickly, so it seems that there are no traces left. We may need to explore the seabed."

"No need." The old man shook his head: "You have done very well."

The specialists looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed, but before they could react, the old man had turned around and picked up his phone.

At the same time, in Japan, almost half a world away, Schneider glanced at the caller ID and raised his hand to answer the phone.

"Hello, Principal?"

"Is our S-level student still here?" The old man's voice was still elegant and gentlemanly, but Schneider didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was something hidden in this voice.

"Yes." Schneider answered briefly.

"Oh?" The old man was obviously a little surprised: "Still there?"

Schneider glanced at the student sitting in the wheelchair behind him with a sullen face and said affirmatively, "Yes, she is. She is right next to me now."

"Then why didn't you report to the academy?" the principal asked, "Is your leg really injured?"

"Yes." Schneider said, "I checked and found that both legs were shattered and fractured. The injuries are quite serious and he cannot walk upright for the time being."

The principal was even more surprised: "Who could hurt her?"

"I don't know. She didn't want to tell me when I asked her. She just said it was an accident."

“That’s really unexpected.”

"What should we do next?" Schneider hesitated. "Her leg injury is so severe, she must have been recovering in Japan during this period."

"Then let her recover from her injuries and say hello to her for me." Ange hung up the phone.

Schneider put away his phone and turned around to see that the girl not far away still had a blank expression on her face, as if she didn't care about anything. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Schneider always felt that there was a look of despair on her face.

And I don’t know why, even though it’s a familiar face, I always feel it’s a little strange.

However, Schneider attributed this feeling of unfamiliarity to the fact that they had only met a few times, so it was normal to feel a little estranged.

After thinking about it, Schneider realized that the student was his favorite after all, so he said a few words of comfort and brought the principal's greetings before leaving.

From beginning to end, the girl remained cold and expressionless.

This is what Sakurai Kogure and Minamoto Chiseo said. Sakurai Kogure said that he was probably somewhat similar to Minamoto Chiseo only when he had a cold face and no expression.

In order to deal with the surprise inspection of the academy, Uesugi Yue suddenly had an idea and came up with such a wicked idea. Since his son and daughter are twins who look exactly the same, and his son is so effeminate, it would be very reasonable to replace the one with the other.

Yuan Zhisheng was speechless and even found it hard to accept, but the situation was urgent and he had to accept it even though it was hard to accept. He could only hold his nose and put on Yuan Zhinu's clothes.

He is about the same height as Genjiro and their facial features are basically the same. Although he is a little taller, it is not noticeable even when he is in a wheelchair. The biggest difference is some subtle differences in appearance.

Minamoto Chisei's facial features are not as delicate as Minamoto Chikunori's, and appear a little rougher, but with Sakurai Kogure's careful makeup, that subtle difference is well concealed.

Another problem is the leg injury. The reason why Gen Chikyou didn't go to the academy to ask for leave was that her leg was broken. Schneider must have come to verify whether it was true or not, so this fake play must be done for real, so Sakurai Kogure was immediately eager to try.

This girl did not hide her intention to settle her personal grudge publicly at all, and it looked as if she wanted to just beat Yuan Zhisheng to death and be done with it. Of course, Uesugi Yue did not dare to let her do it, but apart from her, no one else dared to attack the former young master.

Uesugi Yue saw this and had to take action himself, and with tears in his eyes he beat both of his legs into comminuted fractures.

Gen Chisei felt that he would feel more at ease if he suffered a little for his sister, so he rejected Uesugi Yue's suggestion of anesthesia. After all, he had carried out countless missions of all sizes over the years and had been injured before. Which one of them did he not bear on his own?

But even though he was such a veteran, he still almost fainted from the pain. For a moment he even suspected that this was somewhat due to personal grudges. But looking at his father's sincere eyes, he felt that he was overthinking it.

Fortunately, he finally got through it. When he was studying at Kassel College, he seldom interacted with others and kept to himself. He had never met Professor Schneider, but he only heard that the professor was a strong-willed man and very perceptive.

But I feel that he is quite kind to Genji, not as scary as the rumors say.

Now it's okay, as long as he gets through it, Yuan Zhisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, Schneider, who had just left, suddenly came back and said to Yuan Zhisheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, "By the way, the principal said that the medical technology at our college is better. Come back with me to the college for treatment."

Yuan Zhisheng: "?"

At first glance, the boat seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains, but it turned out that there were thousands of abysses outside the mountains. Yuan Zhisheng's eyes went dark.