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Many people say that Nuonuo is a girl who is too arrogant, so sharp, always hurting others without being seen, and she hasn't changed much even if she has started over again. Because she doesn't care what others think of her or whether others like her, she has always been a self-centered girl, a very selfish girl.
In the final analysis, it was because she was timid at heart, and in the deepest part of her soul, there was a child as cowardly as Lu Mingfei in the past. That was why she wore such a hard armor, using her indestructible shell to protect that small and weak child.
Some people think that Nuonuo is still like a little girl, and sometimes even she thinks so. But she actually just hopes that there is someone who can tolerate her, forgive her, tolerate her mischief, and hold her tight when she is scared.
There was a time when Nuonuo really felt that there must be someone hiding behind the scenes in his life. He could often feel that he was by his side, but he could never find him.
A long, long time ago, when Nuonuo saw the coming of the god of death again in the Three Gorges Reservoir, the sickle that took her mother's life came to take her life again.
At this moment, that man appeared silently. His arms were as warm as that of a father or brother. His bright eyes revealed anger and majesty, but when he looked at her, he was so gentle that Nuo Nuo felt like she was basking in the spring sunshine.
That feeling was great, the silent strength made Nuonuo feel at ease.
Later, she finally found that person. His ferocious face overlapped with Lu Mingfei's. His eyes were still shining with gold, and he looked at her very gently.
But that was the end of fate.
Even if it happens again, it can't be undone. The god and devil who always stood behind her now has someone he wants to protect more, and for that person he can make a heartbreaking decision.
Nuonuo looked at Xia Mi today and felt like she was looking at herself, so she felt inexplicably annoyed.
“I disappointed her last time. I had a chance to fight Herzog to the death. If I had fought hard, I could have brought her back. We had the chance to go to Korea, China or any corner of the world, but because I made the wrong choice, everything became a bubble.” Lu Mingfei’s voice was indifferent and sad, not like that of a Chinese, but more like that of a Russian who drank vodka in the biting cold wind.
"You know, senior sister, Eri is also someone who has started over. I don't want her to be disappointed anymore. That would be so cruel. She is so stupid and so well-behaved. She obviously has the power to destroy everything, but she sits quietly in Genji Heavy Industries waiting for me to take her away. How can I let her wait in vain? I also want to fight for my junior sister, but who should I go to? The principal? The board of directors? Or..."
"Enough." Nuonuo suddenly said coldly.
Her expression was somewhat angry, stubborn and sad. "Stop making excuses for your choice, Lu Mingfei. No one can control your heart. Just do whatever you want!"
She suddenly opened the car door and returned to the driver's seat. She looked at Lu Mingfei's eyes through the rearview mirror and felt that his eyes were tired and timid. Nuonuo softened her heart for a moment. She thought, what am I angry about? What right do I have to be angry? Chen Motong, Chen Motong, take care of yourself.
But she was angry because she knew that there was a lonely soul that was about to be abandoned, and that soul would be waiting for a ray of light to come until it died.
But don’t wait any longer, Junior Sister. Don’t wait any longer. He won’t come. He really won’t come…
A hint of cruelty suddenly appeared in Nuo Nuo's eyes.
The roar of the engine was like the roar of a lion or tiger. Lu Mingfei staggered back two steps. He looked at Nuonuo in astonishment, who had a cold and resolute expression on his face, not knowing what he had said wrong.
"Lu Mingfei, you said something to me before." The Ferrari did a beautiful drift in front of Lu Mingfei, and was ready to leave the next moment. Nuonuo lowered the window, her silver four-leaf clover earrings reflected dots of light, and her eyes were colder than ever.
"You said not to do things that will make you regret, and not to make those who love you sad, because although there are few people you love in this world, there will definitely not be many people who love you. You have already lost yourself, so before the academy erases everything about her, take a good look at the place where Jörmungandr once lived when she was Xia Mi."
Lu Mingfei was stunned. He put down the bun silently, and watched the window of the Ferrari slowly rise up while he lowered his eyes.
Until he was about to cover Nuonuo's eyes that were already looking straight ahead, "We have received the mission assignment. The academy has found the Nibelungen hidden in the subway line. They will take action tonight. You can hide far away, far enough that guilt and sadness can't catch up with you."
The Ferrari drove away in front of him, leaving behind only a red shadow that pierced into the traffic like a knife.
At this time, the cell phone vibrated, and Lu Mingfei looked down to see if Norma had assigned him a task.
No, it was Xia Mi who sent him the message.
"Brother, come to my house for a feast tonight. I will cook for you myself."
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The central control room of Kassel College is the hub where Norma controls the entire world's network confidence flow. Ever since the Hunter Market released the task of "Hunting Dragon King Fenrir", the school directors authorized the activation of Norma's war personality EVA to conduct comprehensive monitoring of this bounty hunter website facing the entire mixed-blood society and the dark side of human society. Any information related to the above tasks will be retrieved in a very short time and sent to the school directors after summarizing.
The king of earth and mountains, he was called the Scourge of God by ancient Europeans in history. He incarnated as Attila, the Hun king, and gathered an unstoppable torrent that almost destroyed the entire Western world.
An opponent of this level was worthy of the full effort of the Camarilla, so they sent their most powerful dragon slayers to China without hesitation.
At the same time, the college also obtained all the information about the post on the Hunter website.
The poster's ID is Prince, and everyone who has experienced the ice sea mission ten years ago knows what this ID means.
In the autumn of 2001, a mysterious person with the ID of Prince published information on a hunter website that was barely a rudiment at the time, claiming that an ancient dragon embryo was hatching in the ice sea, which attracted the attention of the academy. In the late autumn of the same year, the secret party implemented the Greenland Ice Sea plan, but the plan had major flaws, and the students and executive department specialists who participated in the dive were almost wiped out, leaving only one survivor, who was Lu Mingfei's loser senior brother Finkel.
To this day, the ID named Prince has been silent for nearly ten years. Ten years later, he spoke again, and immediately stirred up the whirlpool of the entire mixed-blood world like a giant sperm whale under the ice.
The leaders of the secret party gathered together, and the central control room was so quiet that only the sound of the on-duty specialists typing on the keyboards and the rustling sound of the mainframe cooling down could be heard.
A huge azure blue holographic projection appeared in the center of the control room. It was Angers sitting in the driver's seat of a Rolls-Royce with a glass of iced liquor in his hand.
The elders began to whisper, but the old man in the air who had held the power of the secret party for hundreds of years just looked down at all this happening solemnly and silently.
"Our expert group has completed a simulation analysis of earthquakes in the entire northern China region in the past decade, and has made a complete mathematical model based on this. I believe that everyone here has noticed the model diagram that was sent directly to your personal mailbox. At the same time, our Professor Manstein played an indispensable role in another work. With the help of his words, the academy has found and tried to open the kingdom of the dead at the intersection of all geographical activities, that is, Nibelung." Angers faced those elders who were not inferior to him in bloodline with a condescending attitude, but no one found it abrupt. Even the great St. George would not try to fight this old guy when Angers ignited those brilliant golden eyes.
He is a person who lives on hatred as fuel. This kind of person is more dangerous than anyone else, like a lion or tiger ready to pounce and kill at any time.
"All the evidence points to the resting place of the King of Earth and Mountain in BJ. At the end of that subway line, we found the throne of a monarch about whom we still know nothing." Angé gently shook the wine glass in his hand. The cold ice cubes swayed and floated in the wine, occasionally hitting the inner wall of the glass, making a crisp sound.
"The executive department is not capable of handling a Dragon King-level battlefield. Let Lu Mingfei enter the Nibelungen. The academy will provide him with support." Frost said sternly among the elders present.
Frost Gattuso is the actual ruler of the Gattuso family, and his brother who is keen on women is more like a stud who reproduces offspring for the family.
As he spoke, a faint golden light gleamed in Frost's eyes.
In the modern and contemporary world of hybrids, there have been a large number of powerful hybrids who can become elders of the secret party or a member of the board of directors. The bigwigs present would be at least A+ like Caesar and Chu Zihang just by evaluating their bloodline. For example, the heirs of ancient names that have gone through hundreds of years are even S-level, which is not inferior to Angers.
Only someone of such excellent bloodline would dare to voice his opinion when Angers was speaking.
"Frost's suggestion is reasonable. For thousands of years our hunting team has never had a precedent of fighting the Dragon King head-on. Even the second generation has only gained hunting experience in modern times. Sending them onto such a battlefield when they are inexperienced is undoubtedly sending them to their deaths." said St. George, an old man older than Ange. It is said that someone had seen him on the streets of London in 1830.
If what kept Ange alive until now was the wildfire-like hatred, then what kept this old man alive until today was his bloodline that was naturally strong enough to fight with the prince.
"I will enter the country of the dead, but Lu Mingfei will be absent from this operation. He used forbidden power in the last battle with Odin and is still in a weak stage. It is difficult for him to provide much help on such a battlefield." Angé's voice was unquestionable, as if Lu Mingfei was really seriously injured.
The elders stopped talking.
Today, Ange is the person with the most say in the secret party. There are many bigwigs supporting him because many people believe that he can completely end the era of the dragon clan.
"We have analyzed your combat capability, Ange. You can only reach the level of the next generation in a short period of time when using the blood-blasting technique passed down by the Lionheart Society, and this power will fade in no more than three minutes. You cannot kill a real emperor in three minutes with the power of a prince. After the duration of the blood-blasting is over, you will die." Beowulf said coldly. He slowly stood up, and his golden eyes seemed to be spewing blood-colored flames.
"Let me go into the Nibelung with you. Only the two of us have a chance to kill him!"
Everyone looked at the old man who stood up with respect. Even in the ancient Holy Family, Beowulf was an absolutely heroic name. For hundreds of years, the life of every Beowulf was an epic of overcoming difficulties. No Beowulf had a good end, and their Pantheon could not even enshrine the complete remains of a single ancestor.
Ancient families naturally have ancient heritage. It is obviously unrealistic for dragon slayers before the industrial age to kill creatures stronger than themselves relying solely on the swords in their hands. They mastered the means of selling their souls in exchange for power.
Those methods are all attributed to the path to deification.
Ange hesitated, and Cadmus stood up. This taciturn old man, who had helped the child named Lu Mingfei, who had no relatives in the Senate and the Board of Directors, speak at the core of power, had a slightly hunched body, but the color of his golden eyes was like the gas lamp of a cargo ship.
"We have been hiding in these mountain buildings these days because we are worried that some supreme being will tear open the high wall between the living world and the kingdom of the dead and pierce our hearts with swords. Your lives are still precious, and the secret party cannot be without a leader, but I am different. Every generation of Cadmus's descendants has accumulated more and more pus-smelling dragon blood in their bodies. My body can no longer bear it. It's time for me to die in a battle of thousands of armies and use the blood and bones of the fallen to smash the throne of God." Cadmus' voice became more majestic, and his momentum even overwhelmed Beowulf at this moment.
But Ange suddenly looked up, the solemn expression on his face disappeared, replaced by the joy of reuniting with an old friend.
"No, it's not time for you to take action yet, my old friends." Ange raised the glass of liquor, tilted his head back and poured it all down his throat. At this moment, the old man regained his elegant appearance and looked around with a slightly frivolous look.
"It's time to put those ghosts of the old times to use," he said.
"You mean those monsters buried under the ice--" Frost was horrified. Even a man like him would be frightened of those so-called ghosts of the old times. When someone talked about the revival of the Dragon King, the acting head of the Gattuso family was just silently calculating the benefits after killing the emperor. But when Angers mentioned releasing those things, he felt horrified.
"Now is the most critical moment. We must strangle the return of the Dragon King in their graves, strangle them in their coffins, crush their cocoons, and kill them completely. The escape of any monarch means that the ultimate thing is one step closer to returning. This is an indisputable fact." Ange said, "Didn't our ancestors transform themselves into that half-human, half-ghost appearance just to go onto such a battlefield?"
"The ghosts can unite and chant the words of the supreme and special Emperor. This word spirit can suppress anything whose bloodline is the Black King. The higher the purity of the bloodline, the stronger the suppression. We can use this. The monarch will definitely be able to break free from such suppression, but I can kill him before he breaks free!" Angé described his plan in a voice that was almost like a suppressed roar.
"We cannot make such an important decision based on your opinion alone. We must make a careful vote." Baroness Elizabeth Laurent lit a ladies' cigarette. Smoking was not allowed here, but no one cared about it at this time.
No one noticed that Elizabeth's fingers were trembling slightly. She was originally a staunch supporter of the principal in the board of directors, but the Laurent family's attitude towards this matter was quite firm. Obviously, to her, the powers hidden by the academy were in some ways even more terrifying and disgusting than the awakened Dragon King.
Dozens of pairs of gorgeous golden eyes lit up one after another on the conference table, like torches burning fiercely in the darkness. The gold even tore apart the original lights in the central control room, and the silent majesty echoed along the four walls. For a moment, it seemed as if a biting cold current poured into the place, and everyone shuddered.
The ghost that Ange mentioned is one of the biggest secrets of the Camarilla so far. It is the last force that successive Camarilla leaders have reserved for future generations to deal with the Final War.
The so-called Final War of course refers to the tide of destruction caused by the return of the Black King Nidhogg, the most virtuous, powerful and supreme Black King who sits on the throne at the end of history and controls everything with fate, from the death.
That will be the end of all eras. The old gods will fall, and people will die. The Black King will kill all rebels and then rebuild a new kingdom on the ruins.
The first person to raise his right hand in approval was Siegfried, who had not spoken a word, followed by Frost. The third was the young Miss Charlotte. Her housekeeper, who used to offer suggestions in a low voice occasionally during meetings, now lowered his head and dared not exchange glances with any of the elders. At a banquet between kings, the hound could only wait and see. Then came the fourth... the fifth...
No one spoke, and no one exchanged glances. Everyone had weighed the pros and cons before making a choice. At this moment, they were just wielding the sword of power in their hands to leave an unforgettable sword mark on the battlefield.
Finally, eight hands were raised, each with a heavy bronze ring on its index finger or thumb, engraved with an ancient family crest.
Except for the Night Watchman who had been dozing off and seemed unwilling to participate in the meeting, and Elizabeth who was extremely resistant to releasing the ghosts of the old times, all the participants voted in favor.
"I respect your choice." Elizabeth exhaled a puff of white smoke with a slight tremor. Her eyes flashed with strong golden light in the smoke. Everyone looked at Elizabeth, but in the dead silence, this young woman who was so bright and beautiful that she even surpassed the legendary Cleopatra suddenly stood up and walked out.
The door suddenly opened in front of her. EVA was in charge of every department in the academy. She opened the door to the central control room for Miss Laurent like a caring secretary.
But Elizabeth stopped at the door. "May God forgive our sins, my brothers," she whispered, and then she walked away.
The door slowly closed again.
"If there really is a God, then let him blame me for the sin of opening the gates of hell." Ange clapped his hands. "A minute ago, the ghosts boarded a plane from Chicago International Airport. The war will begin in twenty hours. I hope we can still return victorious."
Chapter 139 Miss Xia Mi's Final Strategy (1)
"The academy has sent a more powerful and more difficult to control force to carry out this dragon-slaying mission. What we have to do instead is to provide assistance from the side." Caesar threw the short hunting knife named Dick Tudo up and down, and his right index finger lightly tapped the tabletop of the long solid wood table in front of him, making a clicking sound.
This manor located in the suburbs of the capital is the property of the Gattuso family. It covers an area so large that it can even accommodate an entire army of mixed-race people.
The team sent by Kassel College to China gathered here. There were three groups of three, but only seven people arrived.
"With the authority granted to us here, none of us can look up the detailed information of the new hunting team sent by the academy. In the mission requirements, they don't even have a hyperlink to click on. It's a very mysterious team, a structure that the secret party has retained from the dark ages to this day." Chu Zihang embraced the scabbard, his whole body hidden in the shadow opposite Caesar, only his devil-like eyes bursting with fierce golden light.
The captains of the three teams are Caesar, Nono and Lancelot, but the people standing in the leadership position now have obviously become Caesar and Chu Zihang. Nono has never been the one to plan and strategize, and Lancelot will never take the lead.
This is not hard to understand. The world of mixed races is a world where the strong prey on the weak. You have power that covers the sky and the sun, and you have wealth that rivals a country, but when death comes, all you can rely on is your bloodline. The strong have the right to speak, and the weak are only worthy of being dominated by the strong. When the guy who really has the ability to dominate everyone here is gone, the position of leader naturally falls on the two of them.
The dark meeting room was silent. None of the people involved in the operation could be considered senior specialists. Chu Zihang was the only one who had experience in carrying out multiple missions. In this regard, even Caesar could not compare with him. There were many reasons for this, such as Chu Zihang's mentor was Schneider, the head of the executive department, and Chu Zihang's bloodline was strong and unstable. More importantly, this young man who was tasked with killing a certain god had to hone his abilities through the most difficult battles.
"Isn't it great that the academy has sent General Huwei to encircle and suppress the rebels?" Finkel, who tried hard to curl himself up to avoid attracting attention, was the first to speak at this time. He nodded and bowed in front of Caesar in a rather flattering tone and posture, "If you ask me, we should just honestly play the role of General Huwei's military supervisor. The emperor sends us this kind of task to give us benefits. General Huwei is fighting desperately on the front line, and the credit belongs to us, the little eunuchs who supervise the army. What does it have to do with us that the general dies in a hundred battles and the warriors return in ten years? Isn't it good for our group of nine to wait honestly for the mission to be over and go back to be promoted?" This guy obviously realized something and wanted to make a final effort at this time.
However, his posture and words obviously angered Caesar. He was a proud man, and at this moment his ice-blue eyes revealed a chill as cold as the abyss of the Far North.
Chu Zihang also frowned. Everyone's expressions and demeanor were different, but the young people who could appear here were all A-level half-bloods who were highly regarded by the academy. Even the good guys like Lancelot, most of them glared at Finkel.
Instead, Nuo Nuo crossed his arms, chewed bubble gum, and glanced at everyone coldly.
"It's not that I'm conceited, but I think it's hard for the academy to send a team that's stronger than us to carry out this mission." Caesar weighed his words carefully. "I've reviewed the files of all the students in the academy over the past 30 years, and we are definitely the best among them. What's more, Lu Mingfei in this team has faced and even killed a target at the level of a Dragon King."
The "we" Caesar mentioned obviously only included him, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei, and the other members were not included.
The young master of the Gattuso family does not think he is conceited, but in fact he is a guy who is prouder than anyone else.
There are really not many students in the academy who can be recognized by Caesar. So far, there are only Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.
Chu Zihang also nodded slightly. Although he didn't say anything, he obviously agreed with Caesar's point of view. This cold-faced killer has been in the execution department for many years and often has contact with senior specialists in the execution department. He has even seen many beheaders who are famous on the battlefield. Those beheaders have received the most rigorous training and have strong bloodlines. Almost every one of them is a rare A-level hybrid.
However, Chu Zihang's individual combat capability is enough to easily defeat a two-person beheader team.
If the academy sent specialists from the executive department to carry out this Dragon King hunting operation, Chu Zihang really didn't have much hope for it.