Chapter 184 He Will Ascend to Heaven

The prophet's coma was not a trivial matter. Angers went to the ward to check in person, listened carefully to the doctor's diagnosis, and told them to take good care of Chilan, who was an important student in Kassel.

The old man was still thinking on the way to the secret room. According to the doctor, Qilan fell into a coma due to excessive consumption. This phenomenon is not uncommon, especially when it happens to prophets. This happens whenever they make a major prophecy. Some scholars analyzed that this was the backlash of revealing fate.

Damn it, they just let Qilan practice his speech spirit, and didn't those scholars say that this child couldn't make too important predictions based on his bloodline?

unless……

Angers remembered what the old cowboy in the bell tower had said drunkenly.

“It is not the prophet who makes the prediction, but fate who finds the prophet.”

He thought it was just the drunken nonsense of the guy.

Later, when I asked him about the vice-principal, I just laughed and fooled him.

Somehow, Angers suddenly thought of this past event.

Destiny found a prophet?

Does this sentence mean that the existence in the dark told something about the future through Qilan's mouth?

Angers couldn't be sure.

In fact, what the vice-principal said is right. He is a complete butcher. When it comes to fighting and slaying dragons, this old man can definitely be relied upon. As for the fields of alchemy and dragon spirits, a hundred Angers are better than him. Not that old cowboy.

After complicated identity verification, he entered the secret room, where all the people responsible for Qilan Yanling's test today were here.

Ange nodded solemnly and said no greetings.

"Come, let me see what the prophet said."

A note was handed to the old man's hand.

In the absolute silence, the old man read the words on the note clearly.

Even with his knowledge as a legendary dragon slayer, Rao couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Angers made a fist with his broad and strong palms and held the note in his hand.

"Who knows?"

"there's only us."

"very good."

The old man solemnly took out a thick book. The cover was a deep dark red. If you look carefully, you can see the layers of tiny scales, which seem to be made of the skin of some kind of creature.

The rest stood up solemnly and bowed their heads slightly to express their respect for the supreme code of the mixed race.

Abrahamic blood contract.

This is the highest contract in mixed-race society that only exists in legend.

Almost every half-breed has heard of it.

Whenever a mixed-race organization makes a judgment or makes a covenant with someone, it will place its hand on the Abrahamic blood contract to represent its legitimacy and sanctity.

Just like many Western courts put their hands on the Bible when pronouncing judgments.

Legend has it that if one swears an oath to the true Abrahamic blood contract, the oath will be imbued with mysterious power, and the person swearing the oath will never be able to betray it.

In fact, this is not a legend. The original Abraham Bloodline is essentially an almost legendary alchemical instrument. Its true origin cannot be verified. Some say it is an alchemical treasure given by dragons to the ancestors of hybrids. Others say it is from hybrids. The master alchemist used dragon technology to create it.

No matter which statement is true, there is no doubt that the Abraham bloodline contract directly adopted dragon technology. The alchemical matrix recorded on it is simply like art, no, like truth. From the paper texture of the cover to the text and ink on each page, everything is It is part of this huge matrix, and together they form the most powerful alchemy treasure in the hands of this hybrid, which can even be described as a holy weapon.

But it is a pity that in the long history of hybrids, the original Abraham blood contract has long been lost, and there are only three imitations left in the hands of the secret party. Other organizations seem to have some similar models, and a small section of the original blood contract has been intercepted. The effect of rubbing the matrix is ​​naturally far from comparable to the original version, but it is already a priceless alchemical tool for hybrids.

As for ordinary times, such as when a mixed-race court pronounces a verdict, the Abraham blood contract used by the judge is not even a replica, it is just a look-alike to support the scene.

But it's different now.

The dark red ancient book that Angers took out was one of the three precious imitations kept by the secret party.

The Abraham blood contract needs to be used, and Angers' attitude can be seen from this point alone.

"Make an oath."

The old man said solemnly.

His majestic golden eyes looked at each of them one by one.

"Everything about the prophecy will be sealed to you forever."

…………

Bell Tower, Night Watchman's Lodge.

"I really hate to see your face, dear Mr. Principal."

"check it out."

"Oh, what, a love letter written by the little girl to you, shameless Angers."

The vice principal glanced at the note casually.

His expression froze.

In an instant, his expression changed to a solemn one, and the dearest Brandy didn't care anymore, frowning deeply and staring at the content on the note.

"what have you found?"

"Before that, let me guess, is the boy who awakened the prophetic spirit still lying in bed?"

"Um."

"Ah ha, I knew it."

The vice-principal looked at Angers mockingly.

"You are just a bunch of lunatics. What did I say? What did I say? That little prophet's pedigree is too bad. Don't try to get any important information through him. You don't want to listen, right? You actually dare to let him predict S Level, it’s okay now.”

Angers coughed.

"Although this sounds a bit like shirking responsibility, I have to say that the prophecy of S-class was Qilan's own behavior. We are just letting him familiarize himself with his spiritual spirit. There is no mandatory task."

There was a moment of silence.

"idiot."

The vice-principal cursed quietly.

"We can think of existing Norse mythology as an allegory for the history of dragons."

"The three goddesses of destiny play a very important role in this."

"Odin built the Hall of Valor because of the prophecies of the three goddesses, and it was also the three goddesses of destiny who pointed out the coming of Ragnarok."

"Of course, we haven't been able to confirm whether there is such a guy in the history of the dragon clan. I mean, the dragon corresponding to the three goddesses of fate."

"However, what is certain is that the Dragon Clan is a race that believes in fate, or in other words, destiny."

"Whether it is from the analyzed history of the dragon family or the various signs that are happening now, we can be sure that the long history of the dragon family has been waiting for that day."

“Waiting for 2012.”

said the vice principal.

"This is fate."

"Our lineage has studied the principles of the prophet, the spirit of speech. Do you know what they discovered?"

The vice-principal did not wait for Angers to answer. He did not expect a butcher to be able to solve advanced mathematics.

"Most of the time, prophets foresee what will happen in the future randomly and irregularly."

"This is also the most obvious manifestation of their spiritual speaking ability."

"However, at certain special moments, it is not the prophet who sees the future, but the future who finds the prophet."

There it is again.

Angers expression changed.

"Destiny has found a prophet?"

"Let me give you an analogy that even you can understand."

The vice-principal said understandingly.

"We regard the history of this world, the past, present and future, as a long river."

"Everyone and everything is a drop of water in the river, or more importantly, a pebble."

"However, there are special circumstances, such as events that are important enough to affect the course of the entire world's history."

"Are you talking about a world war?"

"No no no."

The vice-chancellor wagged his finger.

"That thing is far from affecting the whole world."

"What I'm talking about is, fundamental, relevant to everyone, well, or so to speak."

"History's Breaking Point."

"Like Death of the Black King."

"For example, the four great kings destroyed the world."

"For example, 2012."

The vice-principal raised his hand solemnly and showed the note in his palm.

"and this."

"These are major events that can affect the course of world history."

"In the long river of time, they are no longer water droplets or pebbles, and certainly not reefs. The world war you mentioned before can barely be counted."

"They are, dams, the dams of the long river of time and the long river of fate."

"When these dams appear, the prophet's eyes will be involuntarily attracted to them. This is also the origin of those prophecies."

Angers nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry not."

Angers smiled.

"Actually, I don't care about fate or time. I just want to know what the sentence on the note means."

"What do you think I am?"

The vice-principal scoffed.

"A magic stick? Or a priest?"

"But you are the most knowledgeable alchemist I could find."

Angers said seriously.

The vice principal shook his head and muttered something.

“Ask, just ask.”

He turned his attention back to the note.

"Actually, this is easy to understand, isn't it?"

The legendary alchemist slowly read out the prophecies of the contemporary prophet.

A prophecy that he considered comparable to the death of the Black King and the end of the world.

It's really just a short sentence.

"Yama will ascend to heaven."

The word Yama is still written in Chinese.

The vice-principal looked at Angers.

"Don't tell me you don't know what it means to ascend to heaven?"

The old man said those two words solemnly.

"Become a god."

The vice principal laughed and threw the note over.

"You interpreted it from the Bible, my old friend."

“Exalt his kingdom to heaven.”

The vice principal shook his head.

"In our alchemical terms, this sentence has different interpretations."

"oh?"

Angers put on a posture of listening attentively.

"Pure blood dragon."

The vice-principal did not sell out.

"The transformation of ordinary things into pure-blood dragons is what ascends to the sky in our alchemy."

Ange looked moved.

No one spoke for a while.

Just silence.

Of course, they tacitly avoided one topic, which was who "Yam Luo" was.

Not that it's that difficult.

In fact, it's not difficult to guess who Yama is at all. Don't forget what the codename of the S-class is.

It was precisely because they knew who Yama was that they tacitly avoided talking about it.

"I will keep this prophecy secret. Everyone except you and I have sworn to the Abrahamic blood covenant."

"Are you so serious, Mr. Principal?"

The old cowboy suddenly laughed frivolously.

"Actually, there's no need to be so nervous. Maybe this sentence just means it literally."

"literal meaning?"

"Yeah, it's just, you know, flying."

The vice principal pointed upward.

"Fly to the sky, he wants to fly to the sky, it's that simple."

Angers was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled too.

"Maybe we should prepare a special plane for him."

"What else are you preparing? I wonder if you can just give him your weapon."

Angers thought for a moment.

“Great idea.”

The vice principal glared.

"No, you actually agreed!"

"why not?"

Angers said.

"After all, he is going to ascend to heaven."

…………

Chilan's coma only attracted attention within a small circle.

In fact, except for his roommate, almost no one knew that such a student had entered the infirmary.

All their thoughts were focused on choosing classes at midnight.

During dinner time, the Kassel cafeteria was also filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

After eating, they returned to the dormitory, and the young mixed-races all chose to sleep.

They need to recharge their batteries for the battle at midnight.

As a result, the lights on the Kassel campus were completely turned off before ten o'clock.

Originally, the life of this group of aristocratic children was supposed to be about singing and dancing every night.

But tonight it was as quiet as a cemetery.

The school workers were still a little uncomfortable walking among them.

As the time gradually approaches twelve o'clock midnight.

The preset alarm clock wakes up the campus.

Almost at the same time, the dormitory building went from pitch black to brightly lit.

Schneider glanced at the lit windows.

He dragged his oxygen cart gurglingly and continued patrolling.

"Hello, Professor Guderian."

"Well, it's me, Schneider."

"There's nothing else. Is your elective course open for auditing?"

"Yeah, I understand. S-class opinions are important, I know."

"Then I look forward to hearing from you."

After hanging up the phone, Schneider raised his wrist.

The current time is 23::59.

He looked back at the dormitory building.

Sure enough, as he expected, a pair of golden eyes lit up.

Not even the lights can hide it.

All the students lit up their golden eyes in unison.

As for why?

Of course it's for the place in the martial arts class.

As we all know, when hybrids ignite their golden eyes, their physical fitness will increase to a certain extent.

Including reaction speed.

And what they need is exactly this reaction speed.

No one would believe it if I told you that the mixed-race students in Kassel ignited their golden eyes at the same time, not because there was any powerful enemy attacking, but just to... click the mouse.

If someone looks from dormitory to dormitory, it is not difficult to see such a scene.

Handsome boys and girls sat in front of the computer, opening Kassel's course selection interface, with their right hands on the mouse, and their serious eyes staring at the time in the lower right corner of the screen. The solemn atmosphere was like the front line of a dragon-slaying battlefield.

Especially Caesar.

This boy is still as confident as ever.

Dictado was lying across his knees. Although he didn't know what the click of the mouse had to do with this alchemical weapon, Caesar still gave his saber the honor of experiencing this great moment with him.

From today on, he will embark on the path of martial arts.

As for not being able to grab a spot, oh, how is that possible? It's just nonsense. No one can beat him, even if it's just clicking the mouse, he is destined to be the fastest, absolutely.

The last three seconds.

Caesar opened his eyes, his bright golden pupils shining.

He put his hand on the mouse.

Just in time for the midnight jump.

Less than a second.

That's milliseconds, or something even shorter than that.

He clicked the mouse button.

An elective course in Kyushu Martial Arts with Guderian as professor and Lu Mingfei as assistant.

Within three seconds of the course selection system being launched, all fifty places were snapped up.