The red dragon lying on its back vibrated its broad membrane wings, whistling into the wind, and the red sun in its mouth expanded infinitely, and faint spots of black flame could be seen, just like the sun.
"Fire! Fire that can burn the world!" In the dilapidated attic of the church, the old cowboy was holding whiskey on the rocks, quietly watching the scorching sun fall to the ground, and murmuring.
Even old monsters like Angers, who have lived for countless years, cannot stop dragons of this level from using their word spirit.
It was a sad question, but they had to admit that there was nothing they could do but wait to die together.
Without preparing space-based weapons in advance, this red dragon can wipe out the entire Kassel Academy.
The so-called world-destroying word spirit that can only be mastered by the dragon king, the candle dragon can trigger pure fire violence, enough to burn a city, dry up a river, and even cause underground magma to erupt.
The name Yan Ling comes from the "Great Wilderness Bei Jing": "Beyond the Northwest Sea, to the north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain. There is a god with a human face and a snake body, with a straight eye and a straight face. His silence is dark, and his vision is bright. No food, no sleep, no hesitation, wind and rain are ye. It is the nine yins of the candle, it is the candle dragon." From this, later generations called the candle dragon the sun.
Nowadays, the students of Kassel College feel the power of the setting sun in this scorching turbulence of the fire element. As long as it drops a little further, without even being close to the ground, they will be evaporated in a high-degree Celsius environment. Dry.
However, just when the students gathered together and calmly accepted the fact of death, Li Longyuan slowly placed his body on the fair and slender right hand, and then clasped his fingers tightly.
"Burial!" He shouted loudly. The body of the red dragon, like the sun setting in its arms, began to crack, revealing a stream of blood as red as magma. The Tai'a Sword inserted in its forehead began to bloom with bright brilliance, and clusters of blood streams were continuously flowed down. He moved the sword blade upstream and was swallowed by the dragon pattern swimming in it.
The look in the red dragon's golden eyes also changed from ferocious to painful and shocked. His shoulder blades almost stopped flapping and fell straight from the sky.
It was getting closer to the crowd on the ground, but the students felt that the temperature around them did not increase, but instead became weaker.
It's like the bright sun is slowly extinguishing. And this is indeed the case. The flames that originally turned the entire dark night into blazing red were shrinking little by little, the expanding flames were disappearing, and the violent turbulence of the fire element was calming down.
Finally, when the red dragon stuck to the ground, the flames in its mouth had been completely extinguished, and its huge, scaly body directly made a deep pit on the ground of the flower garden, hitting a patch of flowers and grass, and then splashing countless dust.
The young man with his upper body naked also fainted at this moment. After burning his body and spirit, Red Dragon forcibly released the Yanling Candle Dragon, and ended in the final glorious day.
It's just that this world-destroying word spirit failed to spread its boundless power after all, and it was torn apart under the Tai'a sword.
The students at Kassel College were all stunned for a while. It was not until the firelight in the sky dimmed and the night sky became quiet and deep again that they realized that this huge crisis had been resolved silently.
What followed was cheers that surged like a tide. They survived the desperate situation and witnessed the demise of a real dragon.
This will undoubtedly give them great confidence in their future dragon-slaying career. Angers, who was wearing a black suit and his white hair carefully combed, stood beside Flamel, looking at the dragon corpse lying not far away, and the black handle that had regained its brilliance but still showed its shocking majesty. Ancient sword.
"This is a great victory. Finally, the elegant revengeful man smiled.
"Do you really think so? Angers." The old cowboy tilted his head and looked at this old friend who had known him for many years.
Flamel knew this guy very well. When he smiled like this, his eyes were as cold as blood in the snow.
"Okay, I admit, it's a little worse than I expected. It was supposed to be the twins on the throne, Norton or Constantine died here." Angers pushed up his transparent rimless glasses, hiding a moment of fierceness Eyes as poisonous as sickle.
"But such a second-generation species almost wiped out our entire army. Do we really have hope on the road of slaying dragons?" The night watchman took a sip of whiskey and then asked.
"Who knows! It's just that I live for this. As long as I hear the word dragon, this old body like rotten wood will always be rejuvenated." The old man in a black suit pressed the shaky old wooden railing and answered coolly.
"If there was no Li Yongyuan today, I would like to see if you could use this rotten wood body to turn into a towering tree to protect these students." The old cowboy looked at the places where the college was still burning with flames and thick smoke. , said somewhat jokingly.
Angers did not reply first, but took out a large folding knife from his trousers pocket and played with it again and again. The handle of the knife was made of elegant wood inlaid with copper, and it felt soft to the touch. The slightly curved blade was Complex patterns.
This is Hilbert Jean Angers' famous weapon, the blade of Menique Cassel's broken Arcante sword. It is a rare patterned steel knife made of meteorite iron.
And Angers has always carried it with him, not only because the patterned steel is sharp enough, it is a representative of heroes, but also to commemorate his old friend.
"So I plan to recruit another student next year and officially launch the Nibelungen Project." The old man's gaze passed over the burning building and looked towards the starry sky further away, his eyes unwavering.
In the scope, Mai Shutoku took in everything.
"Potato chips, potato chips, Red Dragon is dead." She pressed the headset and shouted.
"I know, I know, you can see it from the satellite images. Such a big flame ball disappeared without even a sound." Su Enxi, who was chewing potato chips, responded lazily.
"Okay, you heartless person, I was almost dead just now, and you are still making sarcastic remarks here." Mai Shutoku, who still couldn't hide her good figure in a black combat uniform, shouted angrily.
"Isn't this a philosopher's stone for you? If you fire that shot, it will die." The girl opposite didn't care.
What Mai Shutoku had just put away was not only the heavy sniper rifle, but also the slender bullet contained in a quartz glass tube that looked like a dark red crystal.
"What if? I said just what if. Didn't you see how hard that guy's scales are? He can forcefully release the candle dragon with a Philosopher's Stone. If he still can't be killed after another shot, I will It turned into a pile of black coal.”
"Oh, good, you've worked hard to grow your legs. I'll give you a nice reward tonight after I wash them off." The woman's voice was still lazy.
"It's just, shouldn't the thing in the brass jar be Constantine? How come it turned into a second-generation breed that I don't know where it came from?" Mai Shutoku ignored the other party's false provocative words and frowned and asked .
"I don't know very well either." Su Enxi's tone finally became serious. Before carrying out the task, her boss had clearly told her the purpose of the trip.
The information given by the boss before has never been wrong, and he is like a god looking over the world.
"If someone is really doing something secretly, there will always be some clues left behind." The woman murmured at the end, and her slender and graceful figure gradually disappeared at the top of the dark back mountain.
At this time, the college's janitors, nurses and students who were not seriously injured all came out and began to help put out the fire and treat the injured. In short, it was a lively scene under the mess.
Kassel's three most outstanding elite students were all put into blue and white striped hospital clothes by a beautiful nurse. They were all carried unconscious on stretchers and sent to the school hospital where the damage was not serious. .
But their reputation has spread among the students of the college, not only the freshmen in the first and second years. All students in Kassel, including professors, have recognized their excellence.
Especially Li Yongyuan, most students in the school witnessed the shocking scene of him slashing at the red dragon with his sword.
To be honest, as long as he can wake up intact after this war, he will be the undoubted leader among the new generation of students, and his level of support will be comparable to that of Meineke Cassel.
Researchers wearing white protective suits gathered around the dragon's corpse, carefully lifted the entire skeleton of the red dragon onto the truck, and repaired the surrounding damaged environment.
Because dragon's blood is highly corrosive and neurotoxic to hybrids like them, this process must be done with extreme caution.
In the library control room, Guderian and Manstein high-fived excitedly, their faces flushed with excitement.
At this time, someone pushed the door open and came in, and happened to see this erotic scene, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.
Schneider's iron-gray eyes looked over indifferently. The person who came here had led Li Longyuan and others to perform executions in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.
Professor Mans Lundschnet of the Kuimen Project.
"Hey, Mance, long time no see, I miss you so much!" Perhaps to avoid this embarrassing moment, Guderian shouted and greeted him warmly.
"We met in the office the day before yesterday." The middle-aged German man with regular and strong features has never learned the art of language, and he pays attention to simplicity and laughter in his work.
"What's the matter? Mance." In terms of personality, perhaps Schneider is the closest to him.
"This dragon invasion reminds me of the details that I had doubts about when I was on a mission in the Yangtze River..." The man wearing a black loose cloak and long leather boots looked at the two Guderians on the sofa. He glanced at it, closed the door and said.
Manstein and the others looked at each other, their eyes changing a bit, and together they became insignificant and marginal figures.
"Just say it here." Schneider waved his hand.
"The first thing that made me suspicious was how Ye Sheng and the others could sneak into the Dragon King's palace so easily and safely obtain the brass jar that was suspected to contain the Dragon King's bones and blood. Judging from the time they accidentally touched the trap and the time of their dive, It is difficult to enter the depths of the Bronze Temple." Mance said the first point of doubt, as if the brass jar was placed in front of them on purpose.
"It's a bit far-fetched. What's the reason for doing this? Who has the ability to use a next-generation species as a chess piece." Before Schneider could speak, Manstein was the first to question.
"What you said makes sense, but please be patient and listen to me." Mance nodded and then said. The bald middle-aged man immediately stopped talking, but his eyes were still intense.
"And after moving the brass can onto the Monyach, we were attacked by the Yangtze River Dragon Warrior."
"We have seen the images transmitted back by the satellite, and it is indeed a second-generation species." Guderian agreed.
"But the Dragon Warrior didn't follow us for too long. After fighting for a while, classmate Li Longyuan cut off one of his fangs with a sword and returned to the bottom of the water angrily." Mance continued to describe what he saw at that time.
"Tell me what you think." Schneider calmly waited for him to finish and then said.
"Even though I had doubts at the beginning, I didn't know where to start. But today I saw the behavior of this red dragon, and it made me realize one thing." Mance's deep voice echoed in the control room.
"We underestimated the Dragon Clan." The man's sudden words made Guderian and others a little confused.
"We have underestimated the pride of the dragon clan. Even though they are immortals and have endless lifespans, they still dare to fight the enemy with all their strength, even if the cost is their own lives." Soon, Mance explained what he said .
Yes, the ancient dragons were selfish, cruel, greedy, powerful, and irritable, but each of them was the fiercest warrior, and every part of their body structure was built for fighting.
"But why would a loyal dragon attendant who has guarded the tomb for thousands of years let the monarch's bone bottle fall into human hands instead of fighting to get the brass bottle back?" These words caught the attention of Guderian and others. As soon as it lit up, I suddenly felt that there was indeed something wrong.
"Unless the dragon attendant knows that what we took away was not the bone bottle containing the Dragon King." Schneider gave a guess.
"So I think it is necessary for Cassel College to organize a team to explore the Bronze City again. It is not as simple as we thought." Mansi's sonorous words fell, but several people in the control room woke up.
They seemed to have been tricked by the dragons, and every step they took seemed to step into someone else's plan made in advance.
"This matter can be discussed in the long term, but now, we need to restore the normal order of the college first." The door of the control room was pushed open, and a white-haired old man in a black suit with a bright red rose on his chest walked in.
"Principal." Several professors greeted in unison. Angers nodded in response.
"Everyone, the responsibility for this dragon invasion does lie with our negligence. In the past dragon-slaying work, we were too proud, so that we underestimated the dragons and other hybrid organizations." Angers' somewhat serious speech caused several professors to have their own thoughts. There may be more than one hand behind this incident.
"We need to do a good job in post-repair work and diagnose and treat the injured. At the same time, the execution department still needs to dispatch specialists to handle critical tasks around the world. We cannot let the outside world discover the abnormalities in our headquarters, especially the Japanese branch." When dealing with foreign affairs, we must first calm down inside. Once, Kassel College experienced an invasion by a mysterious organization and an attack by a red dragon. Although the specific losses are still being counted, it is definitely not a small number.
At this time, preventing the counterattack of the eight Sheqi families and the school board taking the opportunity to seize power is their top priority.
If that group of profit-seeking businessmen were really allowed to take advantage of the situation and take away the corresponding rights of Angers, Schneider and others, perhaps when the Dragon Clan fully recovers, they will even lose the ability to resist.
"Gentlemen, we have a long way to go!" Ange sighed slowly, quoting an ancient Chinese proverb.
