Chapter 194 Silent Hill and the Inner World

"Danger?"

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked at Ange across the table.

Angers did not answer directly, he just said.

"Hunter Site."

He slowly poured a cup of black tea for the two of them.

"You should have seen in the information that the information about the Iron Throne comes from here. Cassel has a team that pays attention to the hunter website all year round. In addition to the superficial hybrid organizations such as the Camarilla European family and the Japanese hybrids, , the hunter website is the largest known distribution platform and black market for hybrids."

"Because bloodline verification is required to log in, registered users on the hunter website are basically mixed-races. Coupled with the loose registration conditions and unconstrained rules, the number of registered hunters is very large."

Ange crossed his fingers and looked at Lu Mingfei seriously.

"So, when news about the Iron Throne appears here and is pinned to the top, do you know what it means?"

"There will be many people coming to participate in the trial."

Ang nodded and shook his head.

"It's a lot of mixed breeds."

"They may be wandering hunters who earn a living by completing tasks and receiving bonuses. Their bloodlines may not be as good as yours, but their countless experiences of wandering between life and death are their greatest wealth."

"Walking between life and death?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Ange looked solemn.

"Don't be careless."

"Although we are mixed races, with dragon blood and speech spirits, we will still die if we are shot in the head and in the chest. Even you..."

The old man paused and lowered his eyes slightly.

"S-class, the same, right?"

"certainly."

Lu Mingfei gave an affirmative answer.

"I'm not a monster. If I were shot in the head or chest, I would definitely die."

Angers smiled.

"Look, this is us."

He spread his hands.

"It has terrifying destructive power, but its body is so fragile. That's why I want to remind you to pay attention to the danger."

"Wandering hunter, heir of an ancient family, member of a hybrid organization, S-class, don't forget what this is, the Iron Throne, bronze and fire, someone has put the body of the god on the table, you never know what it smells like Is it the hunting dog or the white shark that smells the blood?"

"Hounds and white sharks?"

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"What a nice metaphor."

"But, principal, did you make a mistake?"

"I'm not the one who needs to be careful."

Lu Mingfei put his index finger against the document bag, where the words "Hunter Website" were written.

"It's them."

The young man smiled.

"When I come, they should run away."

Angre rubbed his eyebrows.

"Sorry, it seems I was wrong."

"Then should I say, don't go too far."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand modestly.

"Why are you just playing? According to what you said, principal, I was on a mission, an S-level mission, very serious."

Angers looked at him with admiration.

"Bring the Iron Throne back, if you can."

"Of course, if this is just a scam."

"I hope you can bring back the bodies of bronze and fire as well."

"At least, please kill him."

"rest assured."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Bronze and Fire, I won't let him go this time."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the end of the information.

That's where the Iron Throne Trials take place.

Pennsylvania Week.

Centralia.

…………

The giant steel beast like a blue whale prostrates on the ground. Standing under it and looking up, the creature's sense of admiration for the huge existence fills its chest involuntarily, even the hybrids are no exception.

There is a professional term that specifically describes this kind of emotion, the worship of giants. It is the emotion and longing for giant existences that are embedded in the genes of humans and hybrids at the same time, or deep in the soul. Some scholars have done special research on this aspect. They believe that the "giant worship" complex of humans and hybrids comes from ancient dragons. At that time, their ancestors lived under the rule of dragons and regarded dragons with all kinds of incredible extraordinary methods as gods. This has been passed down to the Nordic countries to this day. Mythology is a good example. It is for this reason that although dragons have disappeared in the long history of history, the special emotions for this race are still passed down from generation to generation along with the blood.

Disappear?

It should be just a temporary departure, they will return eventually.

But this world is no longer the world you live in.

This is a war, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, it is an endless war between races, between humans and dragons.

Chu Zihang withdrew his gaze towards the iron-grey sky.

The black Gulfstream G550 is preparing for takeoff.

The special operations team led by the S-class team is already in place. This is a special mission directly issued by the principal. The combination of Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Zero can be said to be a luxurious lineup. As long as the logistics are sufficient, they can definitely go to the land in the Middle East. Determine the direction of a small conflict.

As for logistical issues, Mr. Principal has used his royal plane as an S-class transportation. What logistical issues do we still need to worry about?

Chu Zihang looked solemn and wore headphones. There was restless music and the sound of the game starting.

The notebook in front of him showed the scene of the King of Fighters battle.

Opposite him were Ling and Lu Mingfei, who had equally expressionless faces.

The flight attendants who were doing the final inspection before takeoff frequently looked at me.

I heard that that is the S-class that has become famous in Kassel and the Night Watch Forum these days.

But when I looked at it today, I felt it was a little different from what I imagined.

Why are S-level players still playing games after performing missions?

Some kind of quirk unique to genius?

An electric tone came from the plane's PA system, followed by the captain's voice. It would take off in fifteen minutes. He was reminding the only four VIPs on this flight.

Yes, four.

Lu Mingfei asked the burly man opposite him curiously.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Fingel opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Boss, it's me! It's me!"

He pointed at his face.

"Your loyal roommate!"

Lu Mingfei also looked surprised.

"It's really you!"

"I thought it was a setting like twin brothers!"

"Hehe, it's really mine to be able to carry out missions with you, boss..."

"You don't care if that weird guy comes in!"

Lu Mingfei called the flight attendant.

"Strange guy? Where is he? Where is he?"

Fingel looked around warily.

Until he noticed Lu Mingfei's gaze.

Blinking, Fingel pointed to himself carefully.

"Um, boss, you're talking about...could it be me?"

Lu Mingfei nodded as he should.

"What are you doing here on an S-level mission?"

Fingel was instantly dejected.

"There's nothing I can do, boss."

"The tyrant of Angers said that if I didn't come, I would never graduate from Kassel."

"Do you know how many levels I have already passed!"

he said sadly.

"If I stay any longer, I'll probably go to school with my son!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized.

"So you are Xiao Ming."

"Xiao...Xiao Ming?"

Lu Mingfei waved his hand, but his face darkened and he spoke seriously to Fingel.

"This time is very dangerous, follow us closely, don't die."

Fingel was already so moved that his nose was bubbling with snot.

"You are my dear boss!"

Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue in disgust.

"I really want to throw you out of this window."

…………

The Gulfstream G550 begins to take off.

The wings cut through the air like sharp blades, and the giant beast let out a majestic roar. Lu Mingfei and others had the illusion that they were really in the stomach of some great life form. This black metal creation seemed to possess Real life, it soon reached its own place, which was the ocean of clouds. The Gulfstream G550 split the cloud waves, flying towards the target like the eight-legged Pegasus of the main god Odin in Nordic mythology, even the wind Can't catch it.

This ultra-long-range business jet is famous for being quiet and fast, but unlike its brothers, Angers' car has been specially modified, sacrificing its powerful anti-noise function in exchange for a more exaggerated and peak speed.

"I didn't expect that the extravagant and lustful tyrant could tolerate his car being so noisy."

Fingel picked his ears and bared his teeth.

"Is it difficult to understand?"

Lu Mingfei looked at the rolling clouds outside the window. The young man's face was not as calm as he should be at his age.

It seemed like it could be seen on his face that this young man was enjoying himself.

"Don't forget, the principal is still a warrior."

Lu Mingfei withdrew his gaze.

"There is no warrior who doesn't like fierce horses. The stronger the horse, the better."

"listen."

Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"The sounds of the battlefield."

Fingel's face looked like he had seen a ghost, he was worthy of being an S-class, but on this battlefield and all, we...

He looked at Chu Zihang next to him and Ling opposite him. The two A-levels nodded in sympathy.

Okay, is he the only one who thinks this idea of ​​a battlefield is nonsense?

But, back to that.

Imagine that saucy old man in Angers sitting alone in the deafening Gulfstream G550, with the raging and boiling sea of ​​clouds outside the window. He picked up a glass of red wine, listened to the roar of the car, smiled and tasted this priceless liquid.

It's quite touching, isn't it?

"This is the destination."

Lu Mingfei pulled out Centralia's photo on his notebook and put it on the table.

The three members of the action team cast their gazes one after another.

Fingel's expression changed.

Gray sky, thick fog.

A building hidden in the fog.

The cracked ground was pitch black, like the entrance to hell.

"What's this?"

Fingel rubbed his arms exaggeratedly.

"I'd say there's no better place to base a horror movie than here."

"bingo."

Lu Mingfei snapped his fingers.

"It's a horror movie."

Fingel blinked blankly.

"Have you ever heard of Silent Hill?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"A horror game."

Chu Zihang replied.

"It was put on the big screen in 2006 and received a great response. It plays a very important role in the horror genre."

"You even know this!"

Fingel said with admiration.

“I’ve been briefly browsing about games and movies these past few days.”

Chu Zihang said calmly.

As for why he browsed these contents, wasn’t he practicing for the King of Fighters with Master Lu? Although I don’t know why these three-dimensional martial arts practitioners had to get good rankings in a two-dimensional fighting game, even if they were For the bonus, isn’t it enough to have a road master?

But since this is the case, Master Lu must have deep thoughts when he said this. Chu Zihang, a good boy and good student who has never touched a game, started to practice King of Fighters, and by the way, he also looked at the development of the game product. history.

Of course it wasn't for the purpose of writing a paper. Although Chu Zihang did write it correctly, he was just doing it out of... rigor, yes, there was nothing wrong with being rigorous. It was definitely not because the president was so bored that he used to write papers to pass the time.

"The small town of Centralia, Pennsylvania, the destination of our mission."

Lu Mingfei introduced.

"Also the prototype for the horror game Silent Hill."

Jump from picture to picture.

Deserted streets.

Abandoned parks and hospitals.

Cars parked randomly.

"A century ago, nearly 1,200 people lived here and a mining company worked here."

"After only fifty years, it became a ghost town."

"A mine fire destroyed everything. The ground cracked due to the high temperature. Smoke sprayed into the sky from the sewers and the cracked ground. The residents of the town began to suffer from strange diseases until one after another died."

"They had to move to Centralia, and soon, this busy town fell into ruins. The Japanese even used this city as a prototype to create the horror game Silent Hill."

"And now, half a century later, this abandoned town will become a battlefield for trials."

Lu Mingfei opened the pinned post on the hunter website.

Trials of the Iron Throne.

Fingel couldn't help but exclaimed.

Then he quickly covered his mouth and nodded and bowed to Lu Ming, Fei, and Chu Zihang.

"S-level mission..."

Chu Zihang didn't pay attention to him, just stared at the contents of the notebook.

"No wonder it's S-class. It turns out it's related to the King of Bronze and Fire."

"But, divine authority..."

Chu Zihang frowned.

"Can anyone really usurp the throne of the four monarchs?"

It's normal for them to react like this.

After all, given the confidentiality level of this mission, except for the team leader Lu Mingfei, all team members had not been exposed to the real mission content until now.

And before coming into contact with the real content, who would have thought that this mission would actually be related to the Dragon King.

That was the Dragon King. In this era where the fourth generation only existed in legends, the bronze and fire that reigned at the apex of the dragon bloodline, just saying his name was enough for people to worship him and show their devotion.

Of course, none of the four people present would do so.

They are either madmen who only think about revenge, or they are warriors who only believe in themselves and cultivate themselves.

Or, he has already dedicated all his piety to others.

The bronze and fire that are placed outside are enough to cause earthquakes and even madness in mixed-race society. In the eyes of Lu Mingfei's action team, they are just the goals of this operation, nothing more.

"In other words, if you complete the trial and win the final victory, you can ascend to the Iron Throne."

Chu Zihang pondered.

Emotions such as surprise are simply superfluous for the president who is on a mission.

He quickly got into the zone.

Browse the information in the post and summarize it.

"Contents of the first phase of the trial."

He paused.

Fingel said strangely.

"Enter...the other world?"

"What a joke."

"The organizer must be playing a game and being stupid. The world in this world must be the setting in the game."

Zero glanced at him.

"I think you are stupid."

Lu Mingfei said.

Fingel rubbed the back of his head, wondering why the S-class suddenly spoke for the organizer.

"Who stipulates that there is no other world in reality?"

"do not forget."

Lu Mingfei breathed out and looked at the three of them.

"Nibelungen."

PS: Have a happy Lantern Festival, everyone.