Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 107 The Last Semitic (4.8k)

"Impossible!" Anger interrupted the vice-principal firmly, "Although I am not a professional geographer, I also know that the movement of the continental plate can never be fully formed in tens of thousands of years or 10 years!!"

"In fact, it may be shorter." The vice-principal said slowly, "Maybe there are not tens of thousands of years or tens of thousands of years, but thousands of years, and it only takes a few decades for the continental plates to change from changes to basically stable. Hundreds of years."

Angers was silent and lit a cigar, and slowly exhaled a puff of green smoke:

"This is completely inconsistent with all kinds of data measured by humans, and the data will not lie."

"But the data can be faked." The vice-principal said lightly, "It doesn't even need to be faked. Maybe your research direction or standard is fundamentally wrong."

Ange raised his forehead and said, "Are you going to obliterate hundreds of years of scientific research in the geography world with your light words?"

"It's not me, it's the dragon family. Angers, you have to admit that this is not a very 'scientific' world, and you always want to use science to fully explain this world. In fact, you are just another group of Christians, Christians believe in God, but you believe in science. Some of you claim to be intellectuals of the new era, resisting religious belief and occultism, and even sublimating your aversion to the latter into infinite admiration for science , think that science is the truth. When you push science to the throne, it means that you have not fully understood the meaning of "science". Whether it is occultism or science, the essence is a tool to understand the world. The tool is held in your hand and used. Yes, it’s not a confession. Don’t suspect that there is a problem in the whole world just because there is a problem with the tool in your hand.”

The vice-principal spread his hands, the cigar smoke was curling up between his right fingers, and his expression was calm.

Angers leaned gently on the back of the chair, rubbed his temples, and said hoarsely: "Okay, a very convincing argument, let's continue."

The vice principal shrugged and continued:
"The question you should be concerned about is where my ancestor got this secret from."

"After interpreting the book "The Jewish Book of Abraham", my patriarch had a long dream that night, and he recorded it in his autobiography afterwards: My soul floated into another world, which is the world of the dead , is a dead world, where all material attributes are subverted, light is no longer light, darkness is no longer darkness, I can feel the difference in the basic rules of the world..."

The vice-principal recited softly in French, with a quiet but obscure voice.

The candlelight flickered behind him, and suddenly went out, and the room fell into darkness for an instant, only the cold moonlight outside the window sprinkled into the room lonely.

At this moment, Angers seemed to see the world seen by the first generation of Flamel mentors, a deep, dead, barren, desperate world...

He leaned back abruptly, leaned hard on the back of the chair, and asked in surprise, "What did you do?!"

"Don't get excited." The vice-principal raised his hand to comfort him, "My teacher did the same thing to me back then. You can understand it as a small spiritual resonance. The original source came from my ancestor. The intention is to convince you He really saw that world, not just 'dreaming'."

"Okay, okay..." Anger took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "I did see it vaguely, is that the Nibelungen?"

The vice-principal nodded and said, "Just from the description in the autobiography, it really looks like Nibelungen."

"That book contains the coordinates of a Nibelungen?" Ange's eyes gradually became hot.

"What you can think of, wouldn't my ancestor not think of it?" The vice-principal said helplessly, "The other book was also taken away, and I didn't have the luck to see it."

Angers frowned and said, "Take it away? Who took it away?"

"The Hebrew scholar, of course."

"Hebrew scholar?" Angers paused suddenly, his pupils dilated instantly, and exclaimed, "You mean the Hebrew scholar who assisted the first generation of Flamel to complete the interpretation of ancient books?!"

The vice-principal nodded and said: "In the autobiography of the patriarch, it is written like this. After the interpretation was completed, the Hebrew scholar who assisted my patriarch to complete the interpretation of the ancient book took the book away, and it has never been seen since then. My patriarch Even looked for him in person, but couldn't find him."

"If I remember correctly, a Hebrew is a Jew."

"Yes, the Hebrew nation is also called the Israeli nation or the Jewish nation. The ancient Hebrews are a branch of the Semites. What they believe in... is God." The vice principal said softly.

Angers was silent.

God, a name that represents omniscience and omnipotence.

The Secret Party knows God very well, and has never believed in God.

In more than 400 AD, the elders of the secret party held the power of Christianity tightly and ascended to the position of Pope.

The secret party, no, not only the secret party, it should be said that it is the entire field of mixed races.

The mixed-races tacitly agreed to one thing in private, that is, the myths and legends in this world are actually replicas of dragon legends.

Just as it is recorded in the "Bible" that Lucifer led one-third of the angels to betray the heavens, and the mixed races who knew the history of the White King's rebellion agreed that this was actually the history of the White King's rebellion.

And if Lucifer is the White King, then the God sitting in the heavens can only be the Black King Nidhogg.

But at this moment, Angers smelled something different from the old friend's words.

His old friend, the mentor Flamel of the secret party, is trying to overthrow his understanding of the dragon race and overthrow the old concept of the mixed race.

"You should have sensed that there is something wrong with that Hebrew scholar."

The vice-principal looked at Angers calmly,

"My patriarch said so in his autobiography. He lived with the scholar for a period of time. During this period, he noticed the strangeness of the other party, but he didn't pay much attention to it. At that time, he concentrated his mind on the book. On. When he got old and began to recall the past, he discovered that there were many horrifying secrets hidden in that scholar."

Angers asked: "Are there any detailed examples in the autobiography?"

"Yes. That scholar often talks to himself in a dark place in the middle of the night. The patriarch heard it when he relieved himself in the middle of the night. The language he uses is also very strange. It is impossible to tell what language it is. Ask him the next morning, but he With a dazed look on his face, he said he didn't get up last night."

"Sleepwalking?" Angers frowned.

"My patriarch also thought so at first." The vice-principal shrugged, "There is another example. This scholar is a devout believer in God, but he never goes to church. On the first day of every month, he shuts himself He went on a hunger strike in the house for a day. The patriarch asked him curiously, he said that God could not be worshipped in the church, the real God had already entered the cycle and no longer interfered with any affairs of the world, and God completely entrusted this world to the latecomers.”

"cycle?"

"Yes, it is the word, but I don't know the specific meaning. In addition, the patriarch also specifically mentioned that this scholar had an interesting sentence with him by chance. He said that the real God is not omniscient and omnipotent, but this does not mean anything. hinder the greatness of God."

"... Is he a rational believer or a black fan?"

"Maybe what he said is the truth?" The vice-principal said meaningfully, "Before he left, he left a motto to my ancestor - don't easily believe in the creatures you see in your dreams."

Anger's expression changed slightly, and he said softly: "He knew that your patriarch would see some incredible things in his dream."

"Yeah, he expected it from the beginning, but my patriarch was completely immersed in the dream world at that time. He would enter that world every night and explore inside."

"Wait, I remember that the first generation of Flamel was originally the last person in the world to extract the Philosopher's Stone! Could it be that the raw material for his refining the Philosopher's Stone..." Anger was shocked by his own guess.

The vice-principal was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I didn't mention it in my autobiography. The patriarch's attitude towards that world in his later years was very subtle, mixed with fear. The reason why I know that people who enter the Nibelungen will leave marks, It is from this that the marked people can find their way back."

"What the hell did he find in there?"

"I told you at the beginning, the truth, the truth of this world!" the vice-principal said loudly.

"You mean the 'truth' about plate movement?"

"No, it's all. The continental plate is just one of them, and there are evidences of prehistoric civilizations, the existence of Ouroboros and the proof of being the king of alchemy. He said in his autobiography that the world will appear from time to time Mirage-like pictures, in those pictures, he saw the complete continental plate, and the picture of black dragon and white dragon soaring in the sky, and in an accident, the continental plate began to fall apart."

"Black Dragon and White Dragon?!" Anger was completely shocked.

What exactly did the first generation Flamel see?
Black King and White King? !
"Yes, but what puzzled him was that the black dragon and white dragon he saw were different from the history of the dragon clan that we are familiar with. The size of the white dragon was obviously much larger than that of the black dragon. In those pictures, the status of the white dragon is higher than that of the black dragon!"

Angers was panting heavily, wandering around the house, his expression changing.

He finally understood why the first generation of Flamel had to pass on these secrets secretly and did not share them with anyone.

This is simply a secret that subverts human perception of the dragon race!

No one will believe him, and he can't prove to the world, let alone reveal the truth that he can enter the Nibelungen!

There is a saying in China that if you are innocent, you are guilty if you are pregnant.

A Nibelung root that hides countless treasures, and a Nibelung root that can extract the Philosopher's Stone, will become the hot target of countless people.

Leonardo, an old guy, can tell him these things, which is enough to prove the deep friendship and trust between each other.

Angers was moved by this incident, but also felt great pressure.

He used to think that he was getting closer and closer to the final ultimate, but now he suddenly discovered that they had never really and comprehensively understood the Dragon Clan!
The history of the Dragon Clan has been obliterated too much in the long time.

The vice principal squinted at him: "Can you stop walking around? I'm dazzled."

Angers stood still, turned to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "I suddenly remembered that you were responsible for the site selection of the college."

"Take care of my teacher's cemetery. As I told you earlier, part of the reason I'm here is to guard my teacher's tomb." The vice principal said confidently.

Angers shook his head, "You also said that it is only part of it. Among the people who are still alive in this world, no one knows you better than me. Are you the kind of person who guards the grave with peace of mind? Or are you from the Flamel lineage? Destiny is to guard the tomb of the previous generation? There must be another important reason for you to stay here. Is it the Hebrew scholar?"

He bluntly stated his guess, and in his iron-gray pupils, blazing golden flames flickered.

The air temperature in the room, which was already not high, seemed to freeze between the last sentence.

In flickering dim candles.

The two looked at each other silently, and neither of them backed down.

After all, it was the vice principal who took the initiative to turn his head away, looked at the fluttering candle, and sighed: "Don't be so sharp, you will lose your friends if you are so sharp, you should leave some privacy for your friends."

Anger said helplessly: "You might as well not tell me this from the beginning. The information you gave me is really important. Now that you have said it, you might as well make it clearer."

The vice-principal scratched his head: "You guessed right, the reason why I stay here is not only to guard the tomb, but also to wait for someone according to our agreement, and this person is the Hebrew scholar."

Anger said seriously: "Who made the agreement with whom?"

"Of course it's my patriarch and him, could it be me and him?" the vice-principal said bluntly.

"When is the agreed date?"

"April 2012, 12."

"The end of the world predicted by the Mayans?" Angers smiled wryly. "It's been brought forward one day on purpose. Is this day for you to pray?"

The vice-principal rarely made jokes with Angers. He was silent for a while, then lowered his voice and said:
"Allow me to add that this is the original date."

Anger said in a daze, "What do you mean?"

"It means..." the vice principal turned his head slowly, looked at the silhouette of trees outside the window, and said softly, "When I was inspecting the teacher's grave, I met this scholar by the lake. Although I don't know what he looks like , but I'm pretty sure it was him."

"Ange, the reason why I came here to have a showdown with you is not on a whim, but because the time has come."

"You said before that you feel that you are getting closer and closer to the end, and now I give you a thumbs up for your statement."

"When the scholar saw me, he let out a long sigh. He said that we met at the wrong time, which meant that the world line had undergone a huge change invisibly. Someone broke the inherent cycle of the world. After that, everything will go to the unknown fate."

Angers held his breath for an instant.

The first Flamel was from the 14th century, and he lived long enough to reach the 16th century, but the Hebrew scholar... has lived to the present!
"Is he a dragon?"

"No, he said that he is the last Semitic in this world, and the last person who has faced God directly." The vice principal said quietly, "He calls himself an outcast, and the reason why he has lived until now is to guide this generation. Creatures break the cycle."

……

……

On the roof of the bedroom building.

The night is lonely and the evening breeze is cool.

Lu Mingfei sat alone on the roof, his feet dangling in the air.

He mixed ten cologne serums into a bottle of whiskey, raised the bottle to the moon, and took a bold sip.

Ten cologne serums sounds like a lot, but in fact it only adds up to 10ml.

Sometimes he drank wine, and sometimes sang Zheng Jun's "There Is No Banquet That Never Ends":
There is no never-ending feast

it's all, it's all lost

There is no never-ending feast

Your tears and laughter will all be lost
If you fall in love with a girl, you must protect her

If someone wants to hurt her, shoot him with a bow and arrow

……

The ancient dragon serum, which is a deadly poison for mixed races, flowed into his body mixed with alcohol, as if it had flowed into a black hole, without any reaction.

The guy even had a belch, his drunkenness welled up, his cheeks flushed slightly.

At the end of singing, he didn't need to deliberately imitate Zheng Jun's torn and hoarse voice, it was almost natural, and the lyrics gradually changed, from shooting him with a bow and arrow to chopping him with a knife, until he was chopped into a pulp...

the end.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the half bottle of whiskey left, the last sliver of clarity left in his heart was careless, his mother chose the wrong wine, this bottle was too strong!

Gan!I can't hold it anymore, it's up to you...

He fell backwards holding the wine bottle, as if drunk.

A helpless sigh sounded.

Lu Mingze's small figure appeared behind him, caught his fallen brother, and instantly took the wine bottle in his hand.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "You said you can't drink it, so you can't pour it into the glass? You have to add the whole bottle of whiskey. Just because I'm still by your side, why not?"

But then, there was relief and a smile on Lu Mingze's face.

Brother, this guy... seems to have completely changed, but also seems to have not changed at all.

In fact, he didn't know which brother he liked.

Is it the supreme monarch who used to be tyrannical and majestic, looked down on the world with cold eyes, and didn't even pay attention to his younger brother, or is he now the one who occasionally shows great majesty, but most of the time hovers between off-line and incompetent? Mingfei?
In fact, everyone likes it very much...

But Lu Mingze knows that his brother likes himself more now.

Then I also like him now.

Lu Mingze picked up the wine bottle, stuffed it into Lu Mingfei's mouth, and said viciously:

"It's just such a little serum stock, it's a waste if you don't drink it. See if I pour it all in for you! Get up tomorrow morning and wait for a headache! It hurts you to death! Let's see if you still pretend to be aggressive!"

(End of this chapter)