bookbashuk Chapter 197 Summer's Mourning (2)
Chapter 197 Summer's Mourning (2)
Chapter 197 Summer's Mourning ([-])
Schneider knew about "Summer's Mourning", but he was limited to this word. There was no written record about the event that nearly destroyed the Secret Party and the first Lionheart Society was directly disbanded.
The only survivor who knew all this was Hilbert Jean Angers.
"My grandfather's grandfather? It sounds like a blood relationship far away." Lu Mingfei didn't show much surprise, "Compared to listening to stories, there is a hall in the Holy Blood Hall that can more intuitively display past memories. means."
"A more intuitive method?" Anger thought thoughtfully, "Then I hope that this pot of Dahongpao can be brewed a second time when I come back."
He stood up, and didn't ask what the method that could be displayed intuitively was. He looked at Schneider, "Do you want to listen to this story together?"
Schneider hesitated for a few seconds, then shook his head, and said in a deep voice:
"... No, I still need to write and back up the 'Dragon King Invasion' file, and the commissioners dispatched urgently from various branches also need to get an explanation; in addition, do you want me to report to the school board?"
"I'll tell them later, don't let them know that you already know the existence of the keel."
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Although the "Dragon King Invasion" alarm has been lifted, for safety reasons, those burly and retired SEALs from the school labor department are still patrolling the campus with live ammunition, and at the same time prohibiting school personnel from driving vehicles on the road——
Except for a silver Maserati.
The janitors all recognized the principal's iconic car, and saw the silver-haired old man sitting in the driver's seat at a constant speed, so naturally they would not stop it.
"How did you know that the 'Mourning of Summer' event involved Dragon King-level enemies?"
The car stereo played Chopin's Farewell Waltz. Angers changed from the old hooligan who talked and laughed at the red light when he was in Chicago with a cigar in one hand and a steering wheel in the other. He looked so solemn as if he was going to attend a friend's funeral.
"A small note related to Chu Zihang's father. I don't know who has taken these notes. I haven't had time to investigate." Lu Mingfei responded.
"Then it seems that you don't just want to listen to the story... After killing the second-generation species, do you want to feel the power of the first-generation species?"
"Almost." Lu Mingfei said flatly.
He mainly wanted to test what kind of combat power he could display when he really encountered a dragon king-level alien in the mortal world——
The dragon king's aliens don't need to rely on the Nibelungen environment like him. They themselves have powerful speech and spiritual power that can be exerted in the mortal world, just like the White King.
He can't always hope that the enemy will take the initiative to activate the Nibelungen, and he can fight in the state of a saint possessed by the emperor's holy radiance.
"The fighting spirit of young people is always so passionate," Anger glanced at Lu Mingfei who was sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror, "especially in the era when human beings have not yet mastered the power of science, facing the powerful dragon race At that time, the only thing young people could rely on was the sword in their hands and the courage in their hearts, and the lack of strength made those brave young people need to use their lives and corpses to prevent the recovery of dragons."
"In the bloody mixed race history, when describing a person or event, there are often only a few dozen words, and the life they wrote for it burns like fireworks, and no one can see it. "
Angers whispered quietly.
Lu Mingfei nodded solemnly, paying respect to those warriors who fought against the aliens in the past.
In this world that still has "human rights", at least some people still remember them, and history has written a new chapter for them; however, in that dark universe, there are countless warriors who died fighting against aliens and chaos, Astartes They and his Chapter-brothers remember it, and the mortal Astra Militarum sometimes don't deserve a single death figure, often with a stroke of their fallen world.
"We're at your battle group headquarters, Captain Lu Mingfei."
The principal's office is not very far from the Holy Blood Hall. When they stepped into the courtyard of the Holy Blood Hall, the two could smell a faint smell of blood remaining in the Bermuda lawn.
Except for the two mercenary squads that sneaked into the pavilion yesterday morning, the one mercenary squad that stayed outside the pavilion was silently wiped out without even a single warning before dying.
"Is the failure of the field of 'Commandment' also due to the keel cross?" Ange asked softly. As his voice fell, the cold wind blowing from the winter evening seemed to be stilled.
The field of "Time Zero" expanded silently, and under the influence of the vice-principal's "discipline", Kassel College became a forbidden place for the spirit of words, but it did not expect that the Holy Blood Hall was not within its restricted range.
"Maybe, I haven't studied it in depth." Lu Mingfei said lightly, although he has no signs of "speech spirit", but relying on his killing instinct and prophecy power over the past hundred years is enough to deal with most heresies with Alien.
He took Angers to the waiting room on the second floor of the museum, where the girl who had rested for a while was waiting for the two of them.
"Hello, Principal Angers."
Seeing Ange come in, Yuan Zhinv got up a little cautiously and said hello to the old man.
As early as when he was the "extremely evil ghost" of the fierce ghosts, he had heard of this legendary figure of the secret party who was alone and defeated the Bajia of Snake Qi. The old man who may be the future enemy.
"Are you the Japanese trainee with a bloodline rating of C?" Ange smiled slightly, and looked at Lu Mingfei, "I always feel that you and your team will definitely bring me more in the future." surprise...or shock."
"Then I hope you won't have a heart attack, Principal. Please sit down, Principal, we're about to begin."
Lu Mingfei said unhurriedly that he has never been able to learn the ability of the Fingal brothers to make wisecracks.
Anger sat down on the soft sofa and scanned the room: "What means are you going to use to embody my heavy story? I haven't seen any technological equipment here."
"Just a simple piece of music is needed. Please relax, principal." Yuanzhinv said softly.
"Is it similar to the spirit of 'snake'..." Anger suddenly realized that Lu Mingfei was also lying on the sofa from the corner of his eye, and he closed his eyes calmly.
At this moment, Yuan Zhinv began to sing softly. The ancient language that has long been lost has a completely unrecognizable grammatical structure, but it has an unusual beauty of phonology.
As he said, this is an ethereal and melodious lullaby. Anger listened to it a little fascinated. When he realized that this belonged to the chanting of the spirit of speech, it was too late. The transparent field of "Nightmare Tapir" instantly expanded to wrap the whole room in in.
Darkness enveloped everything, the icy cold wind mixed with drizzle was blowing on the face, and the sound of waves hitting the shore was approaching from a distance.
Angers woke up suddenly. In just a few tens of seconds, time seemed to flow backwards for nearly a hundred years. He returned to that dark rainy night again. Day of the Dead)" on September 9.
That was the day he first saw the nightmare of alien races with his own eyes.
"Relax, Headmaster. This is just a dream."
A deep voice came from the side, and the young Hilbert Jean Angers saw the steel giant standing beside him like an iron tower, and the other side was also looking at him sideways, and the binoculars on the helmet emitted The stunning red light is quite eye-catching in this dark environment.
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, temporarily illuminating the dark coast, and at the same time illuminating the imprint of a weeping red heart in the center of the black and white grid tattooed on the steel giant's thick shoulder armor that protects the entire forearm.
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Genji Heavy Industries, Tokyo, Japan, ξ floor.
Uesugi Erika carefully brushed her teeth in front of the vanity mirror, changing the left molars to the right ones meticulously.
At the same time, she was wiping her wet hair with one hand. The long dark red hair fell down her smooth back like a waterfall, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.
After cleaning up carefully, she opened the closet, picked out a brand new one from all the maiden clothes, and changed into it. When she walked to the living room, she saw Yuan Zhisheng sitting at the table.
"Didn't brother have something to deal with?" She tilted her head and wrote in her small notebook.
"It's fine." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.
The Japanese branch also received an alert of the "Dragon King Invasion" from the Kassel headquarters. Before, they might have nothing to do with themselves and sent some people there symbolically, but now it is different. The keel of the White King The cross is stored in the headquarters!
Immediately after receiving the warning, the Japanese branch immediately pointed out the most capable guys in the executive department, and Yuan Zhisheng personally led the team to Chicago to protect the keel of the White King, to see if he could bring it to him by the way. Come back... However, it didn't take long before the alarm was lifted, and the headquarters gave a reply of "false alarm due to technical error".
"Do you want to fight Street Fighter?" Yuan Zhisheng raised the handle.
After the honorable King Bai confirmed his fall, Eliyi's identity became a bit subtle. There is a Chinese saying that describes it very well: "When the birds are gone, the good bow will be hidden; the cunning rabbit will die, and the lackey will cook it."
As the ultimate humanoid weapon hidden by the Sheqi Hachika, Erika's state needs to be stabilized by huge expenses and treatment, otherwise she is an extremely dangerous killing weapon.
Although there is no objection to this within the family now, as new patriarchs and new family heads come to power in a few years, there will definitely be different voices.
What Yuan Zhisheng can do now is to accompany Erika as much as possible. He hopes that in the future, this younger sister can have her own life like a normal girl, instead of being used as a weapon for others to decide her fate.
"No, now is the time to pray to the Emperor."
Uesugi Erika shook her head while holding a small notebook, then with a small face, she spread out the notebook with the cover of "Erika & Katos Angel の Emperor's Sacred Words" on the table, and sat upright.
Yuan Zhisheng got up and left silently, as if he was used to it.
"Young master, a message has been sent from the Honorable Priest."
At the door, Yabuki Sakura, dressed as a standard female secretary OL, handed over the tablet.
Yuan Zhisheng took it, and roughly glanced at the information on the screen.
"What's the situation? What does the great priest want the family to do for him?" The crow interrupted and asked.
"The alchemy sergeants of the Great Priests Corps have some special needs that we need to meet for them." Yuan Zhisheng said lightly.
"Young master, you said that this special need is a bit ambiguous... Could it be that you want an actress? To be honest, it is not necessary. The owner of the Inuyama family is impatiently going through the training procedures at the headquarters so that he can send his young and beautiful daughters to the university. By the side of the priest, such as Shi Jinzi..."
"It's not a woman, it's a game board. Where are the headquarters of Capcom and Nintendo? You go there, Crow, I will see you later."
Yuan Zhisheng sighed, and handed the tablet back to Sakura.
When he inadvertently looked back at Erika who was sitting in the room with her eyes closed, the expression on her face suddenly froze.
Suddenly, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to see Erika Yi's white maiden costume covered with a faint golden light.
(End of this chapter)