Chapter 213 Careerists and Upstarts

The fog is almost clearing in Centralia.

"The above, the report is completed."

"Very well, soldier, your mission is over. Release the first level of security and go back to rest."

"Yes, sir."

The man in military uniform saluted Angers, turned around and trotted away.

Angers straightened his suit and recalled the results of the Third Field Regiment's reconnaissance of the town.

The choice to sacrifice Shirley half a century ago has always been a thorn in this man's heart. The same contradiction was placed in front of Lu Mingfei, but this young man made a completely different choice from him. He gave Xue Li Anxi, this means that Lu Ming must face an army of bronze and fire, and face those powerful pure-blood dragons.

To be honest, Ange admired Lu Mingfei's choice.

I have to admit that Lu Mingfei is more pure than himself.

When he found that the dense fog in the town began to dissipate, although Ange still subconsciously worried about the pure-blood dragons that were about to break out of the seal, he was worried about whether Lu Mingfei could really solve the threat from pure-blood dragons, but he said In the end, the old man must have been relieved from the bottom of his heart.

It's really hard to feel like sacrificing a child.

For half a century, this old man has been wearing the rose all the time. Who could have imagined how painful it felt when the old man sniffed it.

His sin is irredeemable, but if the girl can rest in peace and be freed from pain, Angers will also feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

He was relieved that he had to face the next crisis. As the leader of the secret party and a mixed race, he had to prepare for the worst, that is, Lu Mingfei could not solve the subordinates of Bronze and Fire. , the ancient dragons return to the world, Angers must send them back to the grave, using a human creation called science.

But something strange happened.

The Third Field Regiment dispatched scouts, but they were unable to enter the town. They stepped through the gate with their front foot and appeared outside the door with their back foot. The same result was achieved when climbing over the wall. Even if they parachuted, the moment they landed would appear. At the gate of the town.

Centralia seemed to have become a huge mirage. They could only observe it from a distance and could not enter it no matter what.

Not even one.

Based on Angers' life experience of more than a century, this kind of unbelievable thing has never been heard of. It is obvious that current human science cannot explain this phenomenon at all, so the answer is ready to be revealed.

Alchemy.

Compared with the alchemical technology that dragons have already come into contact with the rules of the world, human science can only be regarded as a babbling baby. The fact that it has actually happened in front of us cannot be explained by science. It does not mean that it does not exist. It can only It is said that the development of science is not enough, at least the method of killing the four elements in alchemy cannot be explained by today's science.

So what is going on in the town?

Alchemy? What kind of powerful matrix is ​​it?

Could it be that there is a powerful alchemist among the people who entered Centralia this time?

Hell, shouldn't the most powerful alchemist in the West be slumped in Kassel's bell tower watching his swimsuit catwalk?

Of course, there is another possibility.

Dragon type.

After Lu Mingfei took away the hub of the original sealing matrix, the pure-blood dragons who were freed from the seal set up a new matrix and sealed the town inside and outside. As for the purpose, maybe it was to kill the little boy without falling. The hybrids in the town may be something else, who knows?

"Old man, it looks like your army is no longer of use."

Henkel shook his head.

"That S-class of yours is more powerful than I thought."

"You don't have to say that."

Angers bit his cigar and blew out a puff of smoke.

"It's just a pity."

Henkel sighed.

"We are a generation that grew up in dragon legends. It was an era when heroes and epics were not far away. The stories told by the old people are the history of our family. Regarding dragons, even though we keep saying "slaying dragons and killing dragons" Dragons want to bring down all those ancient gods from their thrones, but, old man, who has seen dragons with their own eyes?"

"If it's possible, I mean, if it's possible, I really want to see with my own eyes what those legendary beings look like."

Angers could tell that Henkel's words were not pretentious.

In fact, there are many people who have the same idea as his old friend.

The theory is a bit ridiculous. The Secret Party, which claims to be dragon slayers, is no better than other hybrid organizations in the world. They are also the same. Their understanding of dragons is limited to yellowed parchment and paper. The inscription on the bronze vessel, has anyone really seen a dragon with their own eyes? Maybe not.

Calculating it this way, what exactly did these so-called dragon slayers kill?

Dangerous hybrids, corrupted Deadpools, after all, these humble existences may not even have the qualifications to look up to noble dragons.

Angers maintained the posture with his arms folded across his chest, and the unique scent of pinewood from the fine cigars produced in Brazil was thick and thick, blurring the old man's eyebrows and making it difficult for people to see his expression at the moment.

"Yes Yes."

Angers said.

"I know what you mean, old man."

"Then what, are you feeling sorry for not being able to see the subjects of bronze and fire with your own eyes?"

He seemed to smile.

"Don't forget, bronze and fire are just the beginning. What else is behind them?"

"The earth and mountains, the ocean and water, and the sky and wind."

"Since the subjects of Bronze and Fire have appeared here, where are the other three monarchs?"

For a moment, Henkel's breathing became disordered. The old man's words were very simple. Everyone can think of this truth. A powerful existence alone cannot be named a monarch. The so-called monarch must have his subjects. Having the territory under its jurisdiction, having its supreme power and power, and all these things, is what a true monarch should look like.

Moreover, the existence of Centralia is the best proof.

In the last hundred years, hybrid adventurers and archaeologists have traveled to every corner of the world. They have infiltrated cannibal tribes in the Amazon, dived into the deep sea, and conquered mountains. They have planted their flags on Everest and the Antarctic and Arctic. , except for the seabed and deep space, all the secrets of this world are displayed in front of the hybrids, and they can be seen at a glance.

But all they were left with was confusion.

No one, not a single person, has ever seen a dragon in person.

So where have all these dragons gone?

From the Black King to his four children, as well as the ancient races that once ruled the sky, earth, and sea, it is obvious that if there are only the Black King and the four monarchs of earth, water, fire, and wind, the number of just five cannot be called race at all. They must have a huge number of second, third and fourth generations to enrich their social structure.

Centrolia proved that since there is none on this planet, then the Nibelungs that do not belong to this space may be here.

The monarchs and their subjects are here.

Nibelungen.

"The front is all that our secret party has discovered."

Angers said frankly.

"Bronze and fire, we found only his armies."

"So, where are the other three monarchs? Even, where is the Black King?"

"Where do their pure-blooded dragons sleep?"

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and there was a turbulent undercurrent in his calm tone, which was a chilling murderous intention.

"In other words, who sealed them?"

Henkel's heavy eyelids drooped like an old Shar-Pei. Faced with Angers' question, he chose to remain silent.

The subjects must wake up before the monarch. The so-called pioneer of the king, and welcoming the king's return is their highest honor. Moreover, dragons are the weakest when they end their cocooning. According to ancient records, even those as noble as the Dragon King are no exception.

This is also the significance of the three generations of subordinates awakening in advance. They have to protect their kings through the period of weakness until they return to their thrones.

The current situation is strange.

Humanity has spent hundreds of years in peace, until now, the predicted doomsday is coming, and the four supreme monarchs have also begun to recover. But, what about the monarch's subordinates who are supposed to be the pioneers of the king?

Although humans fought madly in the last century, setting off two world-wide wars and countless local conflicts, compared with the disasters imagined by the hybrids, world wars were nothing more than this.

In the imagination of mixed-race species, the closer to the recovery period of the four monarchs, the more active the actions of their respective subordinates become. This is no longer a challenge that only mixed-race species can cope with. It is a common crisis for the entire human race. Some people are even pessimistic. He believes that perhaps before the four monarchs truly recover, human beings will go extinct under the threat of the next and third generations of species that are waking up one after another. At least the structure of human civilization will collapse and cease to exist.

This is also the fundamental reason why apocalyptic literary and artistic works exploded in popularity in the last century.

But the actual situation is exactly the opposite.

Despite the constant wars within humanity, in the eyes of hybrids, the last century can almost be described as peaceful.

Not to mention the crisis, not even a single pure-blood dragon was seen.

Logically speaking, it is a good thing that there is no threat from pure-blooded dragons. The hybrids should open a swimming pool with champagne to celebrate.

but no.

Anyone with a brain can understand that a missing dragon is far more terrifying than a revived dragon.

As the saying goes, the most deterrent moment for strategic weapons is when they are lying on the launcher.

Where have all the subjects who were supposed to be the vanguard of the king gone?

This problem deeply troubles the mixed race people.

They simply slept a little longer, or they didn't exist at all, they had already fallen asleep completely.

Of course, the above two possibilities are nothing more than the speculations of the most optimistic people.

The more common perception among mixed-race people is that the subordinates of the four monarchs must be brewing some kind of terrifying plan.

No one knows what it is.

This is also the most terrifying part of this matter.

However, considering that the Camarilla sealed the subjects of Bronze and Fire, there may be another possibility, one more terrifying than the dragons brewing a plan.

It's a mixed race.

A certain mysterious organization, for ulterior purposes, sealed the subordinates of the other three monarchs, including the subordinates of the Black King who did not know whether they existed.

An organization belonging to a mixed race.

That's what Angers said.

After all, not all hybrids consider themselves dragon slayers. In fact, organizations like the Camarilla that are unswervingly hostile to dragons are aliens.

More hybrids actually have a rather complicated attitude towards pure-blood dragons.

No matter what, those ancient beings are their ancestors, and the dragon blood flowing in their bodies is the best proof and irrefutable.

If possible, I believe that among today's hybrids, there are far more people who choose to become dragons than those who completely exterminate dragons.

At least, as far as Angers knows, the Supreme Council of Europe only maintains a research project on the road to becoming a god. This hybrid organization with the oldest heritage in the West has never given up on the path closer to their ancestors. .

But the Supreme Council is not the most violent.

They are the most loyal supporters of the Abrahamic blood contract, so the research on the road to becoming a god is limited to the parliament and is never made public.

Others don't have the worries of the old guys.

Such as careerists and nouveau riche.

"I wonder if you've noticed, my old man."

Angers said.

"There is a trial of the Iron Throne ahead, but only a few of us are here to participate, the Secret Party, the Supreme Council, and the Eight Sheqi Families."

Han Gao snorted lowly.

"Gattuso, Chen family."

The corners of Ange's lips curved into a sharp arc.

"I deliberately did not arrange for Caesar to be included in the action list this time. Although the person in charge of Gattuso protested at the school board meeting, it is interesting, old man, it is really interesting. Do you remember that Pompeii guy? .”

"Well, a more annoying playboy than you."

Angers shrugged.

"it's him."

"Here's the interesting thing. Pompeii didn't react, didn't express his position."

"You should know that sometimes, not making a statement is just a statement. No one will care what the person in charge is shouting about. Everyone knows who the real owner of the Gattuso family is. Pompeii, his attitude is that of Gattuso. Suo family’s attitude.”

"Now Pompeii is showing an attitude of not being interested in the Iron Throne. That's good. You know what this means, right?"

The cigar was extinguished, and Ange did not spit it out. Instead, he chewed the cigar. His cold movements were so powerful.

"Neither the authority of bronze nor fire can impress Gattuso. So, I am curious, really curious. What could be more tempting than the Iron Throne?"

"I remember, they claimed the kid named Caesar."

Henkel said slowly.

"He's the one Gattuso has been waiting for."

"Oh, there is such a thing."

"Oh, the old guy always has some information channels that belong to the old guy."

Henkel smiled nonchalantly.

It is true that the Camarilla is very strong, but in terms of foundation, how can the emerging hybrid organization compare with the Supreme Council that has lasted for thousands of years.

In the era before the emergence of science, they were active in Western history as court magicians, pure-blood nobles, legendary alchemists, etc.

When it comes to intelligence capabilities, the three secret parties stacked together cannot compare to the Supreme Council.

"But, Mr. Principal."

Henkel said.

"I remember that Caesar's Word Spirit, it was just Kamaitachi."

"Has Gattuso waited for a hundred years just to wait for a sickle?"

The President of the Supreme Council rubbed his alchemy revolver.

"It's really curious what they are doing."