Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The European secret party has been brought to a sudden turn by Angers. Although it is just an attitude, Hilbert Jean Angers is an immortal who has ruled the entire world for hundreds of years. In a fantasy novel, it is probably equivalent to the eight ancient giants. The level of clan leader.

And in that meeting, the school directors also had to seriously think about what Angers said.

Indeed, in the minds of modern people, so-called rights are constructed by financial resources.

Money brings connections and technology. Technology is the key to ruling the entire human race. No matter how strong human beings are, they cannot be stronger than pistols.

The school board knows that hybrids are far superior to ordinary people. Even hybrids with low bloodline can win championships in world-class sports events. Even those with better bloodline can fight wild beasts with bare hands.

You know, this kind of treatment can only be achieved by the legendary Tiangang Star Wu Song and Tieba Sports Students! ()

If paired with modern weapons, the executive bureau's elite A-levels are modern military kings. Although the school board will not watch "The School Beauty's Personal **", "**Crazy Dragon", "Retired** in the City", "The Best Young Master" and the like works, but they also know that A-level elites going crazy will undoubtedly cause serious social incidents.

But that's about it.

The school board of directors uses A-level hybrids as the benchmark and the execution results of the executive board as the frame of reference. They roughly calculate the power of the so-called dragons in their minds. Just like office workers living deep in the city, they cannot imagine the cruelty on the battlefield. No matter how many photos the directors saw, they could not guess how strong the real dragon was. They were only convinced of their victory by the continuous victories in the execution rounds.

Only when absolutely pure "power" is placed in front of them will they suddenly wake up.

Pure brute force, wrist strength, and violence can surpass their rights as long as they reach a certain level.

And Angers has that power.

If necessary, he could have taken off the head of the school board by himself and placed it on a pillar as a Golden Globe for the crowd to show off and take photos with.

Just because he doesn't do it doesn't mean he can't.

The focus of mutual restraint has changed, and all school directors are considering whether to adjust their attitude towards Angers, and an undercurrent is surging.

And the core of this matter is naturally the starting point of Angers' rage——

[What exactly is that freshman S-level? 】

Around this issue, the whole world began to fall into an unknown torrent.

In contrast, the person at the center of the whirlpool is now——

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"Huh? The president and Mingfei came to pick me up? Oh~~ Actually, I don't care if Mai comes to pick me up."

"Huh? Don't dare, why, are you tired of me? Woohoo."

"As for the plane, it's at 2:30 this afternoon."

"Hahahaha, indeed, I'm really looking forward to it~"

English is intertwined in the air, white-skinned and blond beauties are wearing cool clothes and eating free self-service ice cream at the airport. A tough-looking man is looking at his silver watch, and occasionally glancing at what he is doing. Girl talking on the phone.

There is no shortage of actresses who can make it to Hollywood in the VIP waiting room of the terminal. Some are used to flying first class, some are too lazy to switch to private jets, some cannot afford them, and some just want to find angles for the paparazzi to take pictures.

But even they would probably smack their lips secretly.

Buzz——

The self-service ice cream machine screamed, begging and trembling like an over-squeezed old slave. The girl stood in front of the machine with her knees slightly bent, holding her mobile phone between her shoulders, her orange ponytail tilted to one side, among the thick and shiny hair. But another piece of stupid hair was raised in the opposite direction against gravity.

The ice cream cone in her hand already contained nearly thirty centimeters of vanilla ice cream. The white ice cream formed a cloud shape, and the girl was holding it with absolute balance as sharp as a Malay sword.

At the final finishing touch, the machine stopped with a screeching sound, and the top of the ice cream was curved and sharp like the tip outlined by a master of calligraphy.

"I'm really looking forward to it. I haven't had the chance to talk much even if I go back for a year. I don't know what will happen to everyone~"

The girl said to herself, looking at the clear blue sky outside the terminal, secretly looking forward to it.

*

The scene changes again to China, Fujian.

No, this location may not be meaningful, because the space where the person is located does not seem to be connected to any corner of the earth. It is a country of the dead independent of the entire space.

The Nibelungen, the land of the dead, may be just a legend and does not exist at all.

According to Camarilla records, if it existed, it had been sealed off for many years, and the last witch who claimed to have been there was burned on a cross. That was back in the Middle Ages.

It is a holy land that all alchemists want to worship. Although it is called the Kingdom of the Dead, it is not the 'underworld' or 'hell'. It is full of treasures.

The buried alchemy is not meaningless. At least the most powerful alchemist of the contemporary era, the Night Watchman, once said that dead matter is the best material.

If you want to refine gold, you must first kill silver. If you want to refine a sharp sword, you must first kill steel. And in Nibelung, the country of the dead, dead matter is everywhere.

An alchemist once described that country... There is no day or night, there is always a half-dark light floating in the sky, the ground and mountains are bronze, made of dead earth and metal, the sky is gray, made of dead Made of air, the fire is a cold blue, made of the dead element of fire, and water cannot lift anything, for water is also dead.

There is a city there, built with the bones of dead life, in which the fifth element 'spirit' is enriched, capable of refining the legendary 'Philosopher's Stone'. The dust of the Nibelungs was priceless to alchemists.

Wagner said in the opera "The Ring of the Nibelungs" that dwarfs stole gold from the Nibelungs and forged a ring with the magic power to rule the world.

No one knows that the Lord of the Rings, which has been adapted into movies, is an alchemy tool that does exist in history.

"However, the only ones who can use the [Lord of the Rings] are Norton and a dragon."

In the silent land of the dead, a series of explosions continued to explode, and the flames burned the earth. The former caves disappeared, leaving only the desert that stretched to the end of the field of vision. The dry earth tore open one after another, and occasionally the sky above could be seen. There were vague shadows passing by quickly, leaving behind the traces left behind by circles of supersonic fighter jets.

The monster burning with flames ferociously rushed toward Qian Ying. Even the super-speed camera could not capture the fight between the two. All that was known was that in an instant, thousands of fireworks bloomed and exploded, turning into little stars and falling to the ground.

It was as if the clearly intertwined videos were forcibly welded together. The purple electric light and the dark tongues of fire touched and entwined. At the moment when the two people's swords faced each other, the intertwined monsters could barely be seen clearly.

It was a pair of boys and girls.

The boy has a cool and handsome face. He should not be very old. Although his temperament is mature, the childish look between his eyebrows and the face with too much collagen still reveal his true age.

On the other hand, if boys are truly handsome, then girls are unreally perfect.

The long flowing hair is the rippling hem of the queen's skirt. The long skirt is dragged to the ground, and white ripples bloom at her feet. She turns her hands to cover it up, as if the whole world will stop breathing with her rhythm.

She is the queen of this kingdom and the god who symbolizes death - Jormungandr.

Unfortunately, these beautiful two people are not in love.

They are fighting.

bass! ! ! !

The atmosphere was forcibly pulled into a twisted shape by the high-speed sword blade. The black tongue of fire wrapped around the boy's body and spread to the tip of the knife, which was polished into a strange bright red!

The sword skills in his hands are like thousands of flowers blooming in a variety of colors. Even Miyamoto Musashi crawled out of the grave and said "Wow, handsome boy".

However, the dense web formed by the knives failed to capture the prey.

"The forehand is not good, the backhand is weak, the steps are loose, and the reaction is slow."

The beautiful queen commented in a light tone, as if the light of the sword, which bloomed like a lotus, was just the oily shine on the Weilong sold at a roadside stall, which was nothing to express.

The sickle in his hand swings left and right. It is just the simplest movement, but every time it exerts force in a position that can interrupt the opponent.

That is simply unbelievable skill. The only way to be able to do this is to have completely seen through all the opponent's moves and variations of moves, and to crush them with a quality that is completely superior to the opponent!

In terms of martial arts, they are not on the same level.

boom--

It was another heavy but far-reaching collision. This time Jörmungandr did not choose to "block" or "dismantle" but chose to "slash with force". It was this small change that caused the sword skills to completely collapse. Leaving behind scattered silver-white light flakes scattered around.

The scythe was raised, and the two people looking at each other had expressionless expressions.

Then, time began to slow down.

boom! !

Another ear-splitting roar, but unlike the previous metal roar, this time the sound was more like the sound of air shrinking and exploding. Bullets shuttled through the rifling, red flowers filled the air, pale smoke spiraled into a shaft, and black poles The shadow suddenly shot out from the other corner of the battlefield, pointing directly at the queen's back!

The vast sky echoed with the sound of sharp arrows piercing the sky, and Jörmungandr spoke softly without looking back.

"The accuracy is good, but the timing is bad. It's not as accurate as your StarCraft bunker."

After saying that, the sickle went straight along the diagonal line of the original swing. The curved sickle blade just blocked the back. The silver-white blade collided with the dark arrow, and a trembling tail sound sounded, and in the center of the battlefield The queen also made her last move.

She spun around half a circle and threw the sickle directly towards the place where she had fired. Then she kicked in the direction of the force, knocking the boy who was about to rush forward into a shrimp.

The sickle and the boy who flew upside down turned into afterimages, and at the same time they made an explosion sound as they collided with the ground, mixed with an abrupt duck-like scream.

Dust mist began to rise upwards, and the girl who had accomplished the feat fell from the sky, tapping the ground lightly.

Finally, we can take a closer look. The queen named Jörmungandr has long chestnut hair. She doesn't wear many human clothes, only the silver armor made of dragon scales. The artistry of the armor is far beyond her. It surpasses any human brand-name clothing. Every arc, edge, and even the fine lines on it are natural and perfect.

As if she was the queen who had mastered liquid silver, Jörmungandr turned her pupils and glanced at the two visitors in front of her.

The two visitors were in ragged clothes at this time. If Jörmungandr did not need clothes from the beginning, because dragons would naturally produce scales that covered all vitals, then these two people simply had their clothes burned or beaten. Broken.

The two men were covered in horrific-looking bloodstains, lying on the ground groaning. Jörmungandr looked down at his "prey" and whispered.

"Continue to talk about the topic just now, the Lord of the Rings, right? The alchemy field of the Lord of the Rings"

"I don't know. I've never thought about that kind of problem. It's better to say that Norton has forged too many things. In many cases, even he himself doesn't know what the uses of the things he forged are."

"However, if I had to choose the person I least want to meet among all the dragon kings, it would probably be him. Among all the dragon kings, he is the only one who scares people when he goes crazy. If he is really offended, even if it means destruction, This planet is not impossible."

Jörmungandr touched his armor, as if to determine his current state.

After a while, he raised his head again and frowned.

"Okay, I've told you the gossip you want to hear. That's it for today's tribute. You can live in peace."

"嗻"

".good."

Surprisingly, the creature lying down in front of Jormungandr was not given the gift of death by this queen.

Not only that, when they raised their heads, what was revealed was human cheeks.

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei were like steaks with excellent Maillard reaction. After automatically turning over, they changed from lying on the ground to lying on the ground, looking at the Nibelungen sky.

Jörmungandr looked at the two pieces of mud and curled his lips.

"The alchemy tool [Apfel Schieen], the bow and arrow used by William Tell, and [Hasebe Kunishige] - one of Oda Nobunaga's swords. It's a shame that woman was so generous with these alchemy tools she found. It’s all given to you.”

Obviously I don't have any.

Jörmungandr's face was expressionless, and the claws on his hands were clenched tightly.

"Should I say that I am worthy of being a half-breed that was led by that woman hand in hand? I am indeed proud of myself. You know, there are not many people who can get this evaluation after fighting in my hand, Jörmungandr." Maybe it's because of this. Make amends, Jörmungandr grunted.

Hearing this, Lu Mingfei, who was very good at answering questions, arched his chin and said.

"Going back to the emperor, may I ask how many people pinched you?"

"A hundred people?" Jörmungandr frowned, recalling uncertainly.

Is it too much?

Lu Mingfei just thought about this but didn't say it out loud. He glanced at Chu Zihang who was looking at him at the same time, and confirmed that his senior brother must be thinking the same thing.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth.

"Senior brother, I'm hungry. I need some food."

The boy's lips were dry and cracked, his whole body looked gray and his speech was weak.

"Bear it." Chu Zihang was a little better than him. His clean face was stained with dust at the moment, but it still couldn't hide his look of shame.

The long hair covered the area around the eyebrows and felt a little itchy. The man blinked uncomfortably and added: "There are people at my house tonight, but if it's convenient for you, you can come to my place to eat, or I'll treat you. "

"Okay." Lying on the ground, Lu Mingfei clenched his fists and raised his hands, feeling weak.

"I want it too. Speaking of which, I heard that there is a street snack in Fujian called Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. I think the one in Juchunyuan is good. I want some light snail slices, lychee meat with water chestnuts fried with a knife to taste sweet and sour, and a portion of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. That’s fine, you don’t need to be too particular about the hair of dried abalone.” Jörmungandr made a stone chair with earth elements on the side. He sat down and crossed his legs elegantly. The sharp arcs of the legs were not like the human body, but But it gives people a sense of beauty as sharp as a blade.

She nodded and added naturally.

"?"*2

Chu Zihang thought about it, and it wasn't that he couldn't afford the price, but that line suddenly reminded him of a person.

"Speaking of which, is it time for Fujimaru to finish his business trip?"

"Today, the flight is at 2:30 this afternoon."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his nose and recalled his chat history. He couldn't help but feel happy. He put his hand to his mouth and moved it. He stopped when his shoulder touched Chu Zihang and turned sideways.

"After waiting for a long time, today finally comes. Do you think the eldest sister will avenge us when she comes back?"

"Maybe, but Fujimaru doesn't like fighting either."

"Hey, you don't understand, senior brother. Is it true that I call you big sister for nothing? Have you never seen Hot Blood High School? When the younger brother is bullied, the older brother will fight to the death. When a lowly character like me is wronged, The eldest sister would just wrap her head in a bra and drive her Harley to the opposite school gate to cause trouble." Lu Mingfei recalled the information and urban legends about the eight Sheqi families he had found on the Internet with yearning.

"." Chu Zihang stopped talking, recalling everything he had with Fujimaru Ritsuka, and thinking about how to persuade her not to become a gangster.

"." Jörmungandr narrowed his eyes and said:

"You know you are so close and you can actually hear what you are saying, right?"

"I'm sorry."*2

"Hmph, whatever you want to imagine, sexual immorality is the only power that boys of your age can control independently, so I won't do anything to take it by force. But -"

Jörmungandr, who had not joined the conversation until now, suddenly showed an unmatched momentum. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, who were lying on the ground, could feel the stinging sensation like a scalpel across the surface of their skin.

But they didn't run, not because they were calm, but because they were too tired to walk.

"Listen, you may think that it is natural that you can communicate with me now without being killed, but all of this is based on my tolerance for you and the deal between me and Fujimaru Ritsuka."

The golden-red flame burned in his eyes. The Heart of the Dragon King was the most violent and cruel thing in the world. When Jörmungandr lit it on fire, even a calm person like Chu Zihang would break out in a cold sweat.

Just a drop.

"However, the premise of the transaction itself is that I and you humans are equal."

"A year ago, maybe."

"but now--"

The elements in Jörmungandr's body began to become disordered, and the elements of the world were like the turbulent blood flow in the blood vessels. When the dragon king's anger reached its peak, all elements of the material world would boil.

"Sub-adult body, immortality, and the ability to speak spiritually!!"

The girl roared and the world shook.

"I am no longer the Jormungandr I was a year ago. What I showed to you at that time was just like a bubble phantom. Now I am the noble Dragon King!"

"I have a hundred ways to make it impossible for you to survive in the Nibelungs!"

"The one-year appointment has arrived, and I will definitely take back everything I have lost!!"

The spiritual element ascended from the earth to the sky, and its flourishing posture almost stripped the world of color. The earth trembled, welcoming the return of the king.

There is a kind of thing - the protagonist in the fantasy continent went to another space to practice for a year or two. During this period, his opponent, Lao Immortal, broke through a level and thought he was invincible, so he went to the protagonist's hometown to look for trouble. At the critical moment, the protagonist That feeling when you break through the third realm and rush to your hometown from another space in time.

The two people who were lying on the ground looked at each other after hearing this.

Chu Zihang: "Congratulations."

Lu Mingfei: "Best regards, Your Majesty!"

ps: Xia Mi, upgrade! !

Fujimaru Ritsuka, withered! ! !

Xia Mi said, "Tangtang serialization!" (convinced)