Chapter 200 The Secret of the Year

Although the suspicious guy gave up the resistance effortlessly, which seemed a bit strange and a bit strange, given that this person's name was Fingel, Lu Mingfei naturally accepted this setting.

What, the principal’s boss leaked the secret!

What, it was Fingel who leaked the secret!

It's okay, it's okay. What's all the fuss about? For example, it's like you went to the Three Kingdoms and heard that a guy named Lu Bu recognized three godfathers in a row and killed them all in the end.

It's strange that this is surprising.

Fingel wrapped his body with a blanket and huddled weakly in the corner. With a gloomy face, he began to accuse the tyrant of Angers.

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Thirty kilometers outside the town of Centralia, the helicopter's propellers hummed. This mechanical raptor kept hovering above the ground, as stable as a maglev aircraft in future science fiction.

The soft rope ladder was thrown out from the open hatch and stretched out smoothly. The old man in a black suit just stood at the hatch. The strong wind blown by the propeller ruffled his silver hair, shook his suit, and blew away the red hair on his chest. Rose.

But he couldn't shake the old man's figure, not even a little bit. Even if his only focus was his feet and his hands in his trouser pockets, his figure was still as straight as an unsheathed sword or a folding knife.

"This flight has ended. I wish you a successful mission."

The old man accurately captured the sound of the speaker in the strong wind.

He turned around and saw the driver holding out a hand as if desperate, put it in front of his forehead, and raised it vigorously.

He grinned.

It looks like the action of a certain Ultraman Ritter Sentai.

Angers thought this way, imitating the other party's movements, and waved his fingers in front of his forehead.

"Have a nice trip, kid."

Angers prepares to rappel.

At this time, he looked in the direction of Centralia from a distance.

Probably some past events were recalled, and there was a look of reminiscence in the old man's eyes.

He smiled.

Angers picked up the rose on his chest, held it in his mouth like the hero Zorro in the movie, held the tactical rope with one hand, and jumped into the air.

Hey, the man in the suit just fell from the sky.

Angre raised his head and saw that the sky was like a large clear blue lake, and he was about to melt into the amber.

How poetic.

Who can believe that this crazy man, who rappelled with only one hand, is already 130 years old.

But that's not even the craziest thing.

The craziest thing was that Ange had already let go of his hand when he was still ten meters away from the ground.

He just fell to the ground.

The driver looked down and smiled proudly.

This is their principal.

No wonder there are still girls who consider Angers as their dream lover.

The charm of this legend has never diminished, but has become more mellow over time, like fine wine.

The helicopter returns.

Angers watched it fly away into the distance.

He slowly inserted the rose back into his chest.

"Old man, you're still the same as before."

The thin and wizened old man said this.

He was leaning on a huge motorcycle, a creation of absolutely violent aesthetics, a ferocious metal monster.

But what attracts more attention than this metal monster is the revolver hanging on the old man's waist.

Time has given it its dark traces.

The alchemical runes growing like vines are so clear.

It was a powerful matrix with life like a living creature. It was a work that only the top alchemist masters could complete. It was the most perfect combination of alchemy and science in the era of wild west development.

"What a shame."

Angers glanced at the waist of the thin old man.

"Where's your other alchemical revolver?"

"Henkel."

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That was half a century ago.

At that time, Centralia was still a busy town.

The residents here made a living by mining ores, just like many American small towns of that era. They were delighted and proud of the richness of the Americas, and even called themselves a country favored by God.

However, let’s not say whether God really exists in this world.

But the era when dragons once dominated the earth, sky and sea is true.

The problem lies here.

Since dragons once dominated the world, where is the evidence?

What about dragon cities?

What about the dragons’ abode that is like a kingdom of gods in mythical records?

Mixed race people are keen on archeology, and a big reason is to restore the lost history.

Some people have always believed that in the city of dragons, there are hybrid squids and mortals on the road to greatness.

Just like the legend goes, after defeating the evil dragon, you can get the mountains of gold and silver in his lair.

Unfortunately, no hybrid has ever found the country of dragons.

Either myth and history are a scam, a big lie, there are no dragons at all, and hybrids are just simply powerful individuals.

Either that, the kingdom of dragons is not in this world.

This sentence sounds strange, right?

What does it mean to not be in this world? Have dragons already mastered the technology of plane travel?

It doesn't have to be that troublesome at all.

Nibelungen.

Such a concept has been mentioned in the handbooks of countless alchemist masters throughout history.

Or it can also be called the country of the dead.

All hybrids who have taken Kassel's alchemy course can recite it by heart. Alchemy is a technology that kills metal and then regenerates it.

But this is only the shallowest surface of alchemy.

In other words, it is just alchemy understood by hybrids. On top of this, real alchemy in the hands of dragons is not just as simple as killing metal.

In the perception of dragons, the world is composed of four basic elements: earth, water, fire, and wind.

And killing metal only kills a very small part of the elements in it.

In addition, real alchemy masters can directly kill the fire element, make Chai Xin not burn, kill the wind element, make all things silent, kill the earth element, make corpses everywhere, and finally kill the water element. This It is the so-called country of the dead, the Nibelungen.

This is an independent world created by dragons using their power.

It has a rule system that is very different from the outside world but logically consistent.

For example, in everyone's common sense, stones fall downwards.

But the Nibelungs were able to formulate special rules for the ascent of stones.

Did you think of anything?

Yes, the Sky Garden of Babylon.

It is not nonsense to talk about a garden flying in the sky. If this garden is a palace of sky and wind, given the great power of the Dragon King and the power he controls, it is understandable to do anything that goes against common sense.

When the long search has yielded nothing.

The hybrids can only turn their attention to the country of the dead.

They believe that perhaps everything about dragons is preserved in the Nibelung roots.

As long as the door to the Kingdom of the Dead is opened, endless wealth will be open to the hybrids.

But is everything really so wonderful?

Just like many hybrids, like ostriches, they turn a blind eye to the doomsday predictions of 2012.

They also seemed to subconsciously ignore a characteristic of dragons.

Dragons are immortal.

They have the power called the soul. Even if their bodies are decayed, they can still sleep through the cocooning technology and return from reincarnation after a long period of time.

Of course, there is really nothing the mixed-race can do except subconsciously ignore it.

After all, for the Dragon Clan, even if a system called science is established, all hybrids are still too weak. In today's era, where even the most humble fourth-generation species can be called legends, the reason why the hybrid organizations are so busy is actually because of the ridiculous Deadpool, and all the pure-blood dragons have disappeared.

Of course, they can understand that the former overlords have long been wiped out in the long river of history, and their traces are hard to find.

However, considering the characteristics of dragons, there is another possibility, a possibility that is more reasonable than the complete extinction of pure-blooded dragons.

I believe many mixed races have thought of this.

After all, the extraordinary minds that dragon blood gave them were not just for show.

But no one has ever put it into words or put it down on paper and pen.

Just as all hybrid organizations tacitly conceal news of the end of the world.

Once this possibility becomes public, utter despair will sweep over the half-breed world.

That is.

Dragons do not die, they just sleep.

Sleeping in a corner unknown to hybrids.

In this case, what better place to sleep than the Nibelungen?

This is also the root of the mixed emotions mixed race people have towards the Kingdom of the Dead.

No one knows whether once they open the door to the Nibelungs, what awaits them is the treasure of the gods or the eggs of dragons.

But Angers knew.

It's an egg.

As a man who has spanned a century, he has experienced far more than ordinary people can imagine.

The legendary past is naturally legendary.

Time is gradually moving towards the 21st century, and the bell of doom is about to ring. At that time, Kassel was still accumulating strength for the fate of the world, including the Ark Plan, the Hall of Valor Plan, the Final Fire Plan, and even the Deep Space Wandering Plan, and all kinds of wild ideas. Plans have been launched one after another. When people in later generations look back at the history of the late twentieth century, they often wonder involuntarily: Why did science explode continuously in just half a century?

Countries around the world have even conducted a series of incredible studies.

Some were successful, such as the explosion of the first atomic bomb, the birth of the first computer, and the Apollo moon landing.

There are also some failures, such as the research on superpowers based on twin telepathy, such as the impact of large-scale concentrated energy bursts on the spatial field.

The world at that time was completely caught up in the carnival of technology and the future.

They imagined freezing technology similar to hibernation, machines that travel through time and space, and aliens visiting the earth. All kinds of incredible and wonderful fantasies have occupied all magazines and people's attention.

In fact, all this is not rootless water.

If we want to talk about the reason, it is the end.

The hybrids who truly dominate this world are anxious.

So they racked their brains to try to save themselves.

The various experiments that ordinary people see are just ways for them to try to save themselves.

As for why science can develop at such a rapid pace, it is because the noble alchemists put aside their stature, and the noble hybrids are also willing to contribute their own words and spirits. Modern science thrives on these two as nourishment. .

After all, if it weren't for the approaching threat of doomsday, it's not certain that alchemists would still cling to their knowledge as they had for the past thousand years, and even subconsciously combat the emergence of science.

As for the apocalypse that caused this era, it is naturally impossible for the mixed-race people to believe that they will surely perish in the future just because of an illusory prophecy.

It must have been because of the discovery of signs that corroborated the prophecy.

For example, the next generation of species who wake up early and act as the forerunners of the king.

And third generation breeding, fourth generation breeding.

The king is the king. When he has authority, he should naturally command their thousands of troops.

But the hybrids didn't want to face a king who commanded his subordinates.

And with the power they have accumulated, it is still unclear whether they can kill the Dragon King. It is so precious, and naturally there is absolutely no room for waste.

So, facing the early recovery of the second and third generations, there is only one choice left for the mixed breeds.

As soon as the third generation and fourth generation species are revived, they are sealed wherever they are discovered.

This is why archaeologists and explorers appeared frequently in the twentieth century.

The place they went deep into was the place where pure blood dragons were suspected to be resurrected.

And one of them is here.

Centralia.

Angers rushed to the town in person when the mine fire had just burned out. The residents here only thought it was an ordinary mining accident, but this was not the case.

Angers and his fellow alchemists keenly discovered the alchemical reactions in the mine.

And the active fire element radiating from the mine as a central point was identified.

There is no doubt that here, in Centralia, the noble pure-blooded dragons of the bronze and fire series will be resurrected.

The mine with the burning fire is the meeting point between the dragon's Nibelung roots and the present world.

At that time, the ground in the entire town began to crack.

Gases containing violent fire elements erupt from the ground.

Centralia is almost a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

No, it's a volcano.

With such a terrifying scale and huge omen, the alchemist locked himself in the room and calculated endlessly, and finally found Angers with bloodshot eyes.

he said desperately.

"It's the army!"

The alchemist firmly grasped Ange's shoulders.

"Hilbert, you know, down here!"

He pointed to the ground.

"It's an army of dragons!"

"At least twenty noble pure-blood dragons."

"At least a great next-generation species."

"Do you understand what this means!"

Angers said.

"I know."

Yes, as the leader of the Camarilla and the sharpest knife, how could he not know.

Once the Nibelungs below the town are completely opened, the army of pure-blooded dragons will reappear in the world.

Maybe humans don’t have to worry about the four kings and the end of the world.

Because before that, they had to be wiped out by the army of bronze and fire.

After all, in the final analysis, the enemies of dragons have always been dragons.

Hybrids who are not even fourth generation.

No.

How can hybrids who are not even Deadpool have the right to be taken seriously by dragons?

There were two roads facing Angers at that time.

One is to summon all the power of the secret party, even awaken the sleeping heroic spirits, and pay a huge price to fight to the death with the armies of bronze and fire.

But in this case, what can they do to deal with the returning four kings, or even the end of the world?

In fact, from the beginning, there was only one choice.

seal.

Let those sleeping dragons continue their aging.

Better never to wake up.

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"You mean...the little misfortune is the seal."

"Uh-huh."

Fingel nodded repeatedly.

"Principal, Oh, that tyrant of Angers, showed me her photo."

"It can't be wrong."

"Her real name should be Shirley, but I don't know why it has become a little unlucky now."

"and."

Fingel frowned.

"According to the tyrant, Shirley should be performing her job as a seal, but why does she appear in the town now?"

"So, I think there is a problem with the matrix used for sealing."