Chapter 230 The Epic Begins Here

Alchemy tools that have reached the legendary level are all equipped with living spirit refining technology. In this way, the equipment is given certain "living" characteristics, thereby increasing the power of the equipment.

The same goes for Henkel's two alchemical revolvers.

There is a saying that the person who knows you best is your enemy. Angers is very aware of his old friend and also clearly has information about Hengao Yanling and his weapons.

After comparing it with the action report provided by Chu Zihang, Angers keenly saw that the "destiny" in Robert's hand was just a powerful pistol at best, and it was far from the ability of its legendary alchemy equipment.

Obviously, Henkel only handed him the revolver, but did not pass on the method of awakening the living spirit.

"I thought they were the best successors to the Supreme Council."

Angers said.

"Isn't it?"

Henkel glanced at him.

"I'm going to take the children away, and you'll have a headache for the rest, Angers."

Angers watched as Hen's tall and thin figure gradually faded away.

"Who is your chosen successor?"

he said to himself.

The mixed-race species that appeared outside the town woke up quickly. After professional medical examinations, all results showed that they were in good health. Because they were mixed-race species, they were far beyond the level of ordinary people. There was no trace of them. Signs of severe injuries after a major battle.

But that’s not what the action report says.

In addition to the S-class team, the operators dispatched by the secret party also include some wild hybrids who usually move freely as hunters. There are always some gray areas that need to be stepped into. After waking up, the hybrids show varying degrees of headaches and dizziness. In addition to his mental problems, his body was so healthy that he could wrestle a polar bear. After comprehensive reports provided by many parties, a summary quickly appeared in front of Angers.

The trials of the Iron Throne, the rampaging creatures, the missions in the second and third rings, the final battle royale and the raging monsters.

The raging monster came from the mouth of a hunter who belonged to the secret party. He tenaciously survived the cycle of death in the second ring mission, and was lucky enough to escape to the end in the third ring mission. This lucky guy thought If he could keep hiding like this, he might still be able to catch someone if they died together.

Who would have known that a disaster would come from the sky, and the hunter was hiding in the cellar of a house, but then the house collapsed and there was no earthquake. The hunter couldn't understand what happened at all, and his weather-beaten face was full of confusion.

Fortunately, God still favored him. The house collapsed and was in ruins. Although the cellar was also affected, luckily the others were fine. Should it be said to be a coincidence? The fallen stone slab happened to form a triangular area with the wall, and he stayed there. In this area, subsequent larger-scale landslides were also blocked by this naturally formed safety zone. The hunter was filled with tears. He thought God was going to give up on him, but he didn't expect that the kind Father was still looking at him and thinking in his heart. Thinking about how to express devotion to God after going out, the earth cracked open.

Is this world so dangerous?

Cracked! He was not prepared at all. He had no idea what was happening. He just fell down, followed by hot lava.

Angers put down his report and fell into deep thought.

There are many people who survived to the end of the battle royale. By combining their respective perspectives and restoring it, we can barely piece together the outline of that time.

The collapsed house was not just the hunter's one, basically the entire world was reduced to ruins. Some people claimed that they heard the sound of fighting, and some people said with certainty that they witnessed a dragon, a blue one, a real dragon.

Is it you, Mingfei?

Angers mused.

All the mixed breeds came out, except for one Lu Mingfei. There were only two outcomes, either dead or entering the next stage of the mission. Based on Ange's understanding of the boy, if Lu Mingfei would die in this place, The old man would never believe it.

But destroying a town...

Moreover, what about the bronze subjects who were sealed back then?

Why is there no news about those dragons?

The town of Centralia is still inaccessible, and all detection methods are ineffective. Angers has a headache. It would be nice if he could see what is happening in the town.

"Mr. Principal, maybe you need to read this message."

Norma's sudden reminder attracted Angers' attention.

His eyes fell on the laptop screen.

live streaming?

…………

monitoring room.

This is a department affiliated with the Supreme Council. There are many similar agencies. They are distributed all over the world, in every country, and even in mountains, glaciers, and the seabed. Once there is a signal that dragons are about to revive, star-like monitoring stations will be the first to respond. Time warning, reminding the hybrids to investigate.

Departments responsible for monitoring also exist in the secret party and the Sheqi Eight Families, but the difference is in the scope of monitoring. For example, Japan is basically the private territory of the Sheqi Eight Families. It is difficult for other hybrid organizations to intervene, and even the nominal superiors can't. Even the secret party headquarters has difficulty exerting influence on Japan.

Half a century has passed since the end of World War II. The mixed race on this island country has licked its wounds, sharpened its claws, and re-revealed its ambitious attitude.

Of course, in the second millennium, the Internet has been upgraded from that bulky cassette machine to another world, a world composed of zeros and ones.

In order to cope with the challenges of the new era, hybrid surveillance methods naturally have to keep pace with the times. In addition to monitoring the real world, the Internet has also become a battlefield for many parties.

This is a monitoring station disguised as a game studio. Their official identity is the gold farming group of World of Warcraft, and they also undertake in-game business such as the purchase and sale of power-leveling equipment.

But in fact, they work for the Supreme Council. You never know that the union brothers who were killing monsters with you in the game one second will switch the interface the next second and there will be information about dragons, resurrections, hybrids, etc., and then These dead nerds who live on French fries and Coke nonchalantly light up their golden eyes, tap on the keyboard at a speed that would make ordinary people dizzy, and monitor the network.

Today's studio is very unusual. The deafening sound effects of the game have actually stopped. All that can be heard is the crackling sound of the hybrids typing on the keyboard. The dead nerds push their Coke and French fries aside, with serious expressions as if they were attending the funeral of their loved ones. Facing the computer, they seemed to have someone's photo on it. They even flashed their golden eyes and typed the keyboard with all their strength.

Looking at the screen again, what is surprising is that there are no photos on it at all. On it is a green stream of codes that washes over the screen like a waterfall. This is another battlefield different from dragon slaying. Keyboards and codes are their swords. .

The violent pounding stopped.

This round of attacks has come to an end for now.

The team leader rubbed his brow tiredly.

The King of Fighters Invitational Tournament is just a game, right? With this level of security, the Pentagon is like the difference between a primitive and a Gundam fighter. It's too exaggerated.

What the hell, does a King of Fighters game have such huge security measures? Who do you think you are? Hunter website?

The team leader recalled the incident when they attacked the hunter website. The Supreme Council used almost all the cyber troops. The aftermath of the battle caused the Internet in thirteen countries to collapse. The real battlefield was far more tragic than all countries imagined. This It was a collision between two behemoths, but it ended with the Supreme Council's dejected retreat. There is no doubt that this is their indelible shame. What is gratifying is that it was not only their Supreme Council that suffered a disastrous defeat, but also the Secret Party. There are eight Sheqi families, as well as other mixed-race organizations, large and small, who all suffered a setback on that hunter site.

This world is actually very realistic. Rules only exist among people of the same status. The weak can only tremble in front of the strong and pray. What will happen can only be seen by the mood of the strong. The truth only occurs within the range. Effective, this is a very clear thing.

Obviously, the Hunter website, such a mysterious website whose background is unknown to anyone, would have never been able to survive until now if it had not clearly shown its fists and muscles. It must have become the spokesperson of a certain hybrid organization.

And now, another similar guy appears.

After the website for the King of Fighters Invitational Tournament appeared, they set up an emergency response team and used various means to attack the website. To this day, they still found nothing.

"Damn, I feel like a fool."

The team leader heard someone whispering.

Sighing silently.

Why didn't he think so?

Unfortunately, others can complain, but not myself, the team leader. If a leader gives up, they might as well resign collectively.

After five minutes of rest, there was still heavy work waiting for them. The team leader encouraged himself again and again. Logically speaking, as a mixed race, his physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, so this work should not be a problem. But the feeling of being unable to do anything when faced with a huge wall, of being powerless or even hopeless, is really torturous.

Emotional exhaustion is far more serious than physical exhaustion.

"Team leader, there's something going on."

The person responsible for monitoring the web page reports to him.

"What?"

"That live broadcast..."

The team leader rubbed his brows for a moment.

Speaking of live broadcast, he remembered.

Matchstick Men.

My mind, which was already tortured to the point of exhaustion by work, was like adding fuel to a fire, and my anger suddenly surged up.

"Hey, what kind of live broadcast is that?"

"I'm sorry, I need to confirm. Are you talking about something that can't even compare to my daughter's graffiti when she was three years old?"

"Stick man, oh, stick man."

The team leader made a "spare me" gesture.

Then his face suddenly darkened.

"Get it, let that damn live show go, don't waste my time with that ridiculous shit, for God's sake, can you come up with something meaningful, anything. , The boss didn’t pay you to watch cartoons!” Even if it’s a cartoon, I can guarantee that Tom and Jerry and Spongebob are more interesting than that damn live broadcast, absolutely, interesting!

With exaggerated body movements, the man finally ended his roar. The intense emotional release made the team leader's neck and face turn red, and he gasped for air. The whole office was silent, and every team member could not take their eyes away. Staring at his screen as if it were the bottom of Marilyn Monroe's skirt.

"I'm...sorry, sir."

The poor team member looked like a quail shivering in the heavy rain.

The team leader nodded reluctantly.

"Don't worry about the live broadcast. Get an interface yourself and cooperate with our actions. Damn it, I don't believe there are no loopholes in this game!"

"Yes, sir!"

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Things that some people don't care about are as precious as gems in the eyes of others.

Kassel, Student Union.

Today is another Caesar's banquet. Of course, this is a matter of course. As long as our student union president is willing, it is not a problem to hold banquets every day.

The boys and girls in costumes embraced each other elegantly on the dance floor, and the cellist played silently in the orchestra. This was a British man with flaxen hair. He had melancholy blue eyes. The sound he played was reminiscent of the gloomy London. weather.

Caesar looked down on the second floor. To be honest, he thought of Chu Zihang. He had a video of this boy's performance at the party of Shilan Middle School. The lonely boy played "Schindler's List" on the cello. The girl who was standing down shed tears while looking at him. After finishing speaking, Chu Zihang stood up, bowed and left the stage, as cleanly as his knife. When the overwhelming applause sounded, the stage was already empty.

Chu Zihang.

Caesar thought.

That guy should be on a mission with the road master.

The title "Lu Master" came from Chu Zihang and Ling. Basically, students who signed up for martial arts elective courses in Cassell refer to Lu Mingfei in this way. It is an unwritten tacit understanding between them. Show your respect to the S-Class.

Of course, Caesar knew about the mysterious mission of Chu Zihang and Master Lu, which was related to the secret operation of Dragon King Norton. For the heir of the Gattuso family, even if he was not interested, this supposedly top-secret information would appear in his eyes. In front of you.

Even if he nods, his name, Caesar Gattuso, will be added to the list for this mission.

But he refused.

Caesar would not believe a word of what he said about family orders being for his own good.

But if someone stands next to Caesar and looks at his computer, he will be surprised to find that the paper does not exist at all, but there is a scrawled stick figure on it.

It's simply black humor. The president of the student council watched Tom and Jerry at the banquet. Now it's almost a similar situation, which is ridiculous.

But who was Caesar?

If he cares about what others think of him, and if his judgment is affected by such things, he is not a Caesar.

A stickman is just a stickman, what's wrong with the funny style, what's wrong with the child's graffiti, this is Lu Mingfei's live broadcast, the existence of these three words is enough, even if Caesar can't understand what the stickman is doing at all, Who can read useful information from a bunch of graffiti, but it must be useful if it is turned on, Caesar is convinced.

So, he waited.

"The prologue to the epic."

A line of words popped up on the screen.

It seemed to be a link. Caesar's iron-gray eyes stared at this line of words, and he moved the mouse.

The moment I clicked OK, a mysterious picture popped up.

At the same time, Caesar's golden eyes ignited involuntarily.

This is... a blood test.

It is similar to the method used by hunter websites, but more sophisticated than that. It not only distinguishes between hybrids and ordinary people, but also screens the bloodlines of hybrids. Hybrids with a low concentration of dragon blood will not pass the test.

Caesar became interested.

His pedigree certainly fits the bill.

Thus, a corner of the epic slowly unfolded before his eyes.