If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 869 Knights
The President of the Student Union of Kassel College, the successor of the Gattuso family, and the domineering noble son: Caesar Gattuso, once publicly delivered a speech at the Student Union in the Ambo Hall, saying that "the real elite will always be secular Think of them as lunatics." "The world cannot tolerate elites because they are stupid." "We are lunatics that the world cannot tolerate."

Zhao Langjun has seen many maverick lunatics—most of the mixed races are lunatics—but he has never seen such a complete lunatic, with paranoia written all over his head and toe, and the reflection of candles that wet his black hair The muddy black blood of light is his concrete madness.It was an uncommunicable, unnegotiable madness.

If you insist on describing the other party's state, you can't help but think of a child who was robbed of a toy, ran towards you angrily, and slapped your thigh vigorously with his hands.The analogy is not to focus on the pitiful and harmless slap of the child who has been robbed of the toy. The real point is that if someone gave the angry child a sharp knife at this time, then the child must have Will stick a knife in your thigh without hesitation.

Because that's the most primitive kind of madness.Just like a liger's fierce beast bites its fur in countdown, the crocodile rolls endlessly after biting its prey, and the silverback's heavy hammer that shakes the ground after knocking down the enemy-will not tolerate any price.Even the madness that they will encounter life-threatening in the process, just like a snapping turtle will not let go even if you chop off his head after biting you.

Even the most common animals and beasts have this kind of ferocity. What kind of state will dragons, which have always been labeled as violent, show when they arouse primitive emotions?

Zhao Langjun felt that the answer was right in front of his eyes, without any doubts, because he was so impressed by those dazzling red golden pupils drenched in blood. It was this kind of pupils, violent and crazy, which should appear in the eyes of pure-blooded dragons. Under the ferocious iron face, it is not a human being, because that represents the pure and blazing "will to kill" of the Dragon Clan.

So the sense of contradiction naturally arises again.

Why did the opponent not attack?The moment they stepped into this conference room, the other party should desperately bring about the most tragic fight, covering every wall in the space with thick blood.Doesn't this "will to kill" that even dragons are in awe of mean that the owner has completely fallen into the vortex of chasing death and blood in spirit and thinking?Why is he still sitting at the opposite table, looking at himself?

The moment he came in, the door of the meeting room moved without wind, and closed with a bang, but the wind brought up did not chase the candle in the cup of wax, and the inside and outside world were separated by the roar. The illusion that the knife cuts the thread.

"what are you'?"

Zhao Langjun looked at the 'person' opposite, and naturally asked this question softly.Based on his experience, he could almost conclude that the other party could not be a normal mixed race, because even the most dangerous Deadpool he had hunted in the past did not have such a sense of terror that made people feel like needles pricking his whole body.

So he pressed the Thunderbolt attack that he should have launched, and he chose to watch and observe.

Because he had never seen such a twisted and weird thing, he was unable to evaluate his threat for a while.

A bloody murder weapon was placed on the conference table. Zhao Langjun looked at it. It was a kitchen knife, but it had been re-sealed with blood mud, and there was a pink substance remaining on the blade.The knife went from the bottom of the building to the 21st floor, but it didn't have a curly blade.It's not impossible, since paper can slit a man's throat without tearing, as can a much harder metal blade, if the one wielding it is fast enough, unbelievably fast.

Is this his speech?Zhao Langjun thought to himself.

It was the same when he entered the conference room just now, he could hardly see the other party's movements, and the picture flickered like broken frames.

What a frightening speed.But it shouldn't be a threat to yourself.After all, as long as the opponent still belongs to the category of 'human', he is invincible.

".thing, where is it?"

The 'something' on the other side of the table spoke, and Zhao Langjun heard it clearly. The flat, undulating male voice was full of rationality that he thought should never be possessed. How could a monster in this state possess rationality?But the fact is true, the opponent is not in a hurry to provoke a fight, but is focused on getting what he wants.

"You." Zhao Langjun opened his mouth, wanting to question the other party's identity again, but he didn't spit out any syllables, because he felt a strong and strong aura locking himself, it was not some mysterious 'murderous aura', aura The real source of the truth is the other party's golden pupil, that look, let him understand the other party's thoughts.

If his next sentence does not constitute an effective question and answer, then the fight will begin without leaving any room until the complete death of one side.It's like a branch option in an RPG game. If you choose the wrong dialogue, the plot will end directly, and there is no room for maneuver when you enter the battle.

"The thing is indeed here with me. That document, you are looking for it. The woman on the phone just now, she is your companion. Is it because she died that you look like this?" Zhao Langjun was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head slowly. asked slowly.

He wants to chat for a while.

"Solomon's Temple Society. The name behind you." The other party turned his head slightly, not as a sign of action, but for some reason, he glanced at the left side of the conference table, the French window that replaced the wall on the left side of the two of them , the outside is a steel jungle irrigated by black rain.

"It seems that you know a lot. Are you a member of the secret party or an orthodox person? Judging from your accent, you should be a local." Zhao Langjun looked at this "person" overlooking the city, and saw through the thick blood cover through the candlelight The other party should be a boy, but appearance and age are almost the most useless jokes on this crazy and terrifying 'thing'.

His question was not answered, the boy just kept quiet for a few seconds and then asked again, "The 'Utero' project, every candidate in that document, how did you determine that they are 'qualified'."

"You know this kind of question is destined to have no answer."

"You should know the name 'Lin Xian'." Boy.Lin Nian said, "Don't waste my patience, bastard."

"If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him a drink. For in doing this you are heaping coals of fire on his head. You must not be overcome by evil, but by good Victory over evil."

Zhao Langjun suddenly recited this speech for no reason.

That is a sentence as beautiful as poetry in the Bible.His poetry-like voice echoed in the meeting room, and under the candlelight of the cup wax, his chanting seemed somewhat divine, like a chant in a chapel.

Lin Nian suddenly sensed something, and turned to look out the window.

The rainy night outside seems to be getting more and more intense, the wind is screaming and rushing towards the black city, the heavy rain is twisted in the wind like a wave, hitting the tall buildings and forests in waves, the tallest twin buildings are shaking slightly amidst everything Suddenly, the aviation obstruction lights of tall buildings were swallowed up by the huge black waves.

The whole city was silent only the sound of wind and rain, as if he was dead, as if only he and Zhao Langjun on the other side of the table were left in the whole world.

"So it is."

Lin Nian finally looked away from the black rain outside the glass curtain wall, and Lava's golden pupils were generally emotionless.

Zhao Langjun raised his head suddenly, because he immediately heard the same beautiful poem playing.

"When I saw the Lamb break the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come! "And another horse came out, a red one. Power was given to the rider to take peace from the earth and cause people to kill each other, and a great sword was given to him."

Lin Nian said.

He actually recited the same sentence as the poem.

There was something huge roaring in the wind outside the window, like a cow or some kind of ferocious beast. The roar seemed far away, hidden in the heavy black rain, and weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Those who are familiar with the mythology of the "Bible" will clearly understand that this is a fragment about the Four Horsemen of the Doomsday, which comes from the last chapter of the New Testament "Revelation of John". If people who do not know the situation here may think that this meeting The room is the choir, and Lin Nian and Zhao Langjun are the poets of the choir.

But Zhao Langjun and Lin Nian didn't think so. After the latter recounted the passage in the "Bible" accurately and indifferently, a sense of crisis finally appeared in the eyes of the former.

When a person is calm when he is unaware of danger, you can mock him for ignorance and ignore his self-destruction, but when a person knows everything but has not changed, there are only two possibilities, either he is indeed a complete madman, or.
"This is your reliance. It's incredible. No wonder the senior sister said you are a 'knight'. Let me be careful. I haven't heard of the Solomon Temple, but it's really interesting." Lin Qing said, "But it's still not interesting enough. "

The light from the cup of wax was suppressed by Zhao Langjun's golden pupils, which were gradually brightening. They were breathtaking pupils, golden like sunshine, and they were of undoubtedly high-level bloodlines. Only in bloodlines did he surpass Chu Zihang without a doubt. and Caesar.He felt absurd for a moment, because he stared at Lin Nian and felt a crisis he had never felt since he became a 'knight'.

It's impossible. It shouldn't be possible.Any mixed race, as long as it is still a mixed race, it is impossible to pose a threat to the 'knight', this is the iron law.

"Do you know the existence of 'Knight'?" Zhao Langjun asked.

"I didn't know it before, but now I know it. It's not a big deal. Solomon's Temple will reach out to the wrong place. No matter what is stretched out here, I will chop it off with my own hands, and you are no exception. No one. exception."

Reach out here?A gleam flashed in Zhao Langjun's eyes, as if he had guessed something.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is the thing. I won't ask you a third time."

"Let me guess, are you looking for the 'Holy Mother'?" Zhao Langjun asked in a low voice.

The roar, the roar that only exists in the mind, is like a strong wind blowing through the wheat field to expose the black earth.

A manic breath swept across the entire long table.If the aura that Zhao Langjun felt before came from his eyes, then what is happening right now is the 'killing intent', which is a phenomenon in which the spirit affects the material world. In Zhao Langjun's eyes, the boy's face is like blood red The opening of the abyss, the pair of tricks crawling out of it is hell.

"You have the guts to say it again." Lin Nian turned his head from the side to face up, staring at the man with his eyes.

Zhao Langjun's pupils shrank, because the 'familiar' aura overflowing from the opponent was already strong enough to suffocate him.

"Are you also looking for this 'Lin Xian'?"

He changed his words, but at this moment the corners of his eyes twitched, and extreme anger rose from the bottom of his heart. He himself was actually afraid?

As a 'knight', he was actually threatened.

There was a twist in his heart.

"How many people know about her information." Lin Nian looked straight at Zhao Langjun, "Say."

"I told you, and then." Zhao Langjun's expression finally changed, and he was extremely cold, "You are not a member of the secret party, and you are not an orthodox person. You have to kill everyone who knows the information, and then To have her alone?"

".Yes." After a long time, Lin Nian looked at Zhao Langjun and nodded. The most intense malicious emotions flowed in the molten red golden eyes. Zhao Langjun actually saw the greed and rage of dragons in it, "She is mine. .If you say her name, it will make me so disgusted that I want to tear your mouth right away."

"It's really arrogant and greedy. But it's a pity that she is the property we reserved early." Zhao Langjun stared at him and sneered. For a moment, he suddenly felt that he could not speak, as if his tongue was tied.

Oh.It's not his tongue that's tied up, it's his throat that's tied up.

—

The storm blew away all the movable debris in the conference room, the glass of the cabinet leaning against the wall was instantly shattered, the entire conference table was thrown into the air, rolled and crashed into one side, and all the chairs were blown away.A kitchen knife violently flew over and welded on Zhao Langjun's neck, soaring blood crazily. Lin Nian forcefully pressed half of the blade, flesh and bone into Zhao Langjun's neck, pinning him to death on the boss chair !

Zhao Langjun's eyes widened to the maximum, and blood even flew out from the corners of his eyes. His hands and feet also raised uncontrollably the moment his neck was hit by a huge force. He was 'pressed' on the chair and couldn't move. Yes, there was a loud and unpleasant sound from his neck.

Lin Nian pressed the kitchen knife inch by inch, tearing open the opponent's throat bit by bit, crushing the bones of the cervical spine, those golden pupils turned a terrifying red under the blood on his forehead, staring at Zhao Langjun, staring at him Under the pressure of the knife edge, every trace of twisted arc appeared on the expression, as if admiring some artwork.

Is information like that important?
important.But obviously not as important as what he's doing now.

—

So fast.

How could it be so fast?

Why didn't 'war' stop him?

Is he too late for the 'war'?

No, it's impossible, he's only a mixed race, how is it possible
If you can't think and think again, you will die.

"'War'. Save me!" He wanted to say this, but his vocal cords had been destroyed for a while, and he could only spit out blood foam, but at the next moment, he didn't need to call for help, the rescue had already arrived.

An explosion happened.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall, and the tens of meters long glass curtain wall shattered at the same time, roaring like cattle and thunder came from outside the shattered glass curtain wall, and the strong wind blew up all the glass shards and shot them into the wall like bullets Inside, a black and red giant ran through the entire meeting room, sweeping it from the beginning to the end like cleaning a table!
When I saw the lamb open the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come!" Then another horse came out, and it was red.The rider was given authority to take peace from the earth and cause men to kill each other, and he was given a great sword.

In the black heavy rain, a golden lamp lit up. It was a pair of long and narrow pupils rising outside the 21st floor of Runde Building, illuminating the ferocious iron surface and bone spurs soaked by the heavy rain, forming a graceful and ferocious beauty. , under the slender and curved neck is a perfect and huge body, with black scales and sharp membrane wings, it is a pure blood dragon!

One of the doom knights in the mythological "Bible", War.

He is real, the Rider of the Red Horse—war, God's walk of destruction on earth.

'knight'.

Zhao Langjun is really a 'knight'.A knight riding a dragon, and his ride is such a living pure-blooded dragon!

But as a 'knight', he was actually about to die right now. Before he got on the car, almost two-thirds of his neck had been cut off.

The dragon roared, angry and crazy, with a strange rhythm, ripples in circles in the black rainy night, miraculously, the whole city seemed to be completely asleep, and no lights were lit for it Ming, not a single curious passer-by exclaimed at this scene.

The blood-red dragon claws that were introduced first to prevent Zhao Langjun's death destroyed almost the entire meeting room in an instant. The walls and debris were all fragile things like bubbles to him, but when they were cleaned to the end, they suddenly seemed to hit a hard object. barrier.

A force rose slowly in front of the stopped dragon's claw, and it actually stretched the dragon's claw arm little by little. In the smoke, the burning red golden pupil penetrated, staring at Silence The terrifying dragon in the heavy rain hissed, "Go away."

There was a roar several times larger than that of the dragon's roar. It was not a roar, but an explosion of sound waves. The roar brought about by pure speed and strength instantly overwhelmed the high-spirited dragon's meteor, hitting the pure-blooded dragon like a shooting star. The iron face of the class!
(End of this chapter)