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Today, this place is taken over by a special department that is not affiliated with the government. All forces have been mobilized. The roar of the engine is as deafening as a thunderstorm in the sky. The rotors of the helicopter tear through the long silence, and the strong wind raised by the rotors sweeps away the mist like a raging wave.

As many as eleven black helicopters were hovering in the air, and each pair of helicopters was connected to a huge metal container by a thick steel cable.

The Rolls-Royce turned on its bright headlights, and a black figure stood in the lamppost. No one could see his face or his eyes clearly. They could only see two faint golden spots that seemed to be looming on the man's face.

The container slowly descended, splashing a large amount of dust on the uneven ground. The man put his hands in his trouser pockets, holding an expensive Cohiba cigar in his mouth, and the brown lenses reflected an unpredictable light. At this time, more equally bright beams of light pierced out from behind him!

It turned out that he was not alone, the roar of engines sounded from behind the man, like sleeping lions and tigers waking up!

It was a whole convoy, and each vehicle was covered in heavy bulletproof armor, looking as ferocious as evil spirits about to erupt.

Manstein walked to Ange's side with a solemn look. His words were hidden by the school. They were rare rules-based words. He could open any door in the world, conceptual doors, even those belonging to the king's kingdom of the dead.

The container opened in front of the two men. Manstein touched his bald head, poked his head in, and sniffed. He smelled a disgusting rotten smell, which was disturbing, like the smell of death.

After all, Manstein was just a new generation in Kassel Academy. Although he had a father in a high position, that father was really a bit unreliable. If nothing unexpected happened, he would never have thought of sharing the secrets of the secret party that had been hidden for hundreds of years with his beloved son.

The so-called monsters under the ice, the so-called ghosts of the past, they actually have a real and legendary title in the secret party system, "Immortals"!

The outer wall of the container was about ten centimeters thick, but it was probably not solid metal. It was probably filled with other high-toughness and high-strength materials, otherwise the weight of this thing would be incredibly large. It was foggy inside, and a cold air mixed with the decaying smell of the dead blew in the face. Even with Manstein's eyesight, he could not see anything.

But he could smell it, the bloody, rotten smell.

"The smell of ghosts." Angé flicked the cigar butt behind himself, sparks flew out and were then buried in dust.

"Our immortals have been sent to the battlefield."

"Immortals?" Manstein was horrified by this taboo word. The ancient Persian Empire had formed a legion called Immortals. Their number was maintained at 10,000, and every soldier was an immortal monster. However, the secret party's documents recorded that they were actually deadpools made from corpses by ancient alchemists. They were loyal to the Persian Empire and killed everything that posed a threat to the empire on the battlefield.

That is a very evil technology, and creating an immortal requires killing five or more people.

Angers took a tablet from the hood of the Rolls-Royce behind him. He entered the password in front of Manstein, logged into his own permission interface, and selected the file at the top. Soon, rapidly flashing pictures and images flowed on the screen, and there was a mixture of noisy but extremely formulaic male and female voices. It was obviously all the information of a top-secret plan, including all the audio and video left by the participants in the implementation of the plan. All were recorded.

But the borders of those images quickly turned into a dazzling red as they flashed. Manstein's eyes twitched slightly, and he realized that it was not something that someone at his level could see, but his strong curiosity prevented him from leaving.

The images that appeared later were dominated by alchemical texts and symbolic symbols, with X-ray scans of mutated human bodies in the center.

The X-ray scans of each mutated human body were as strange and hideous as the aliens in the movies. Some had protruding skulls, which obviously indicated that their brains had mutated. Some had completely degenerated below the elbow joints into biological weapons like the forelimbs of a mantis. Some had incredible wings growing on their backs, which looked like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"It's like someone opened the gates of hell and let all the evil spirits out." Manstein whispered.

"This metaphor is very vivid. This is indeed the gate to hell. We have stopped producing immortals since 1950. This is the last batch. They are difficult to control and are far more dangerous than A-level fallen hybrids. A single one can tear apart an assault team composed of executive department specialists in a head-on battle. If they work together, only two or three of them are needed to hunt down the most common fourth-generation or even third-generation species on the dragon-slaying battlefield." Ange said, "These things are double-edged swords. In 1911, the secret party launched a hunt for the second-generation species on the banks of the Nile and dispatched twenty immortals. They failed to kill the prince, and instead lost control of the desire to kill. By the time we got the situation under control, six villages had already suffered devastating blows. The bodies of the dead were piled on the ground, and the flowing blood dyed the Nile red."

Manstein shuddered. He was not a combatant and rarely came into contact with inevitable death, but when Ange said this, he could still imagine the bloody smell rising from the banks of the Nile and the resentment of the dead was like a mountain that was difficult to climb.

Ange showed him the information of the immortals. It was really an ancient and sophisticated technology. In these things, the alchemy that humans could master was simply brought to its extreme. When humans entered the industrial age, the secret party reshaped those frozen old people. Today's immortals are almost the highest products in the history of human science that combine genes, physiology, chemistry and skills.

Manstein's expression was between panic and anxiety. He took the tablet from Ange's hand and scrolled down the information of the immortals. The number of immortals recorded alone was close to three digits, and the degree and location of distortion were different.

This top-secret file says that the history of the Secret Party creating immortals can be traced back to the Middle Ages, a desperate era when the throne of the King of Earth and Mountains swept across Europe, leaving behind a concentrated group of revived dragons.

Even though the majestic emperor was finally overthrown from the throne, the dragons that rose into the sky still suppressed the Camarilla and humans to the point where they could hardly breathe. Coupled with the raging Black Death and the witch-killing movement launched by the church, the Camarilla was in such a difficult situation that it once disappeared from the dragon-slaying battlefield.

It wasn't until someone found in ancient texts the method that the Persian Empire had used to create an army of immortals that the Camarilla was finally able to fight back and create a legion of Deadpools who could chant spiritual words, whose physical abilities were infinitely close to those of pure-blooded dragons and who could be controlled by them.

This forbidden technology has been used for hundreds of years by the Secret Party, which takes the Abraham Bloodline Pact as its basic principle. It essentially deviates from the core of the contract and undoubtedly tramples on the bottom line of the contract. Therefore, from the era of the Blood Pact to the era of the Secret Party, and then to the present era of Kassel Academy, the leaders of the mixed-blood world have always avoided talking about the existence of immortals.

The more Manstein looked back, the more frightened he felt, because these artificial Deadpools were more dangerous than real Deadpools. They had deformed hyperplastic organs, their five senses were enhanced to the limit of humans, even close to dragons, and their bones had been reorganized. Some immortals even had thousands of bones in their bodies, which was the appearance of S-level or even super S-level hybrids like Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng when they activated the dragon bone state.

What's even more terrifying is that the immortals have extremely tenacious vitality. They are just like zombies in the movies. As long as the spine and heart are not damaged, even if all the organs in the body fail, it will not affect their movements.

"When their brains were transformed, certain areas were retained. After any immortal completely loses his restrictions, he will stir up elemental turbulence like a pure-blooded dragon awakening from slumber. The retained brain areas allow these ghosts of the old times to even use the power of words." Angé waved his hands, clearing away the white cold air that was blowing in his face.

"Of course, relying solely on these, they are nothing more than enhanced A-level hybrids. The reason these things are truly called the ultimate power is that their brains can be connected in series through certain special brain waves, and recite the words of the Black Supreme Emperor together."

Manstein immediately became solemn. The Emperor was the first in the list of Words, and it was exclusive to Nidhogg. In the era when the Black King ruled with fate, this Word was often recited by Nidhogg, and any dragon that heard it would prostrate themselves on their knees. Their power, their bloodline, and even their control over authority would be suppressed to a certain extent. The purer the bloodline of a dragon, the stronger the suppression.

Even a noble monarch would be suppressed by the Emperor's Word Spirit. Their power would be temporarily suppressed to the level of the next generation. Even if it was only for a moment, it was enough to create an opportunity for Angers to kill with one blow.

A moment later, someone carrying a heavy box descended through the rope ladder lowered from the helicopter, jumped down from a height of three meters, and after landing, he bent his legs slightly and stood in front of Ange and Manstein.

It was a young man who was hard to tell whether he was cold or gentle, with blond hair and one eye covered by his hair. He bowed to Angers and said, "Hello, Principal."

"Are you Gattuso's secretary, Pacey?" Angé raised his eyes.

"Yes, Principal. I have been appointed by both the Board of Directors and the Council of Elders to hand over the control of the Immortals to you."

The suitcase was opened in front of Ange, and two well-jointed hands held the upper and lower parts of the opening respectively. In the suitcase was a sophisticated instrument forged with antique silver and brass. A densely packed alchemical matrix was engraved on the instrument using laser engraving technology.

It is driven by an alchemical matrix and transmitted by precision gears, but the way it transfers authority is through classic electrical technology, fingerprint verification and iris verification.

According to the regulations of the academy, this kind of thing is of great importance, so it needs to be verified by the academy agent and the person in charge of the task at the same time before it can be opened and the operation authority can be transferred. However, considering that the school rules of Kassel Academy were originally formulated by Angers, and he himself is also the academy agent and the person in charge of the task, so only Angers' fingerprints and irises need to be verified.

"Prepare to open the Nibelungen Gate." Angers said to Manstein beside him. Manstein looked solemn and immediately walked into the subway station. Behind him, four executive officers in black windbreakers followed quickly. Each of them was holding a heavy weapon, and the magazine was loaded with mercury core alchemical armor-piercing bullets that could cause fatal damage to dragons and Deadpool.

When the prince posted a bounty for Fenrir, the Lord of the Earth and Mountains, on the hunter website, hybrids from all over the world gathered in this city. But they didn't know that a giant that had been dormant in the darkness for hundreds of years was slowly stretching its entire body, and its bones were crackling like mountains and rivers collapsing.

Watching Manstein disappear around the corner of the subway station entrance, Angers let out a deep sigh. He seemed to look at Percy meaningfully, and then the folding knife with wildly carved patterns slipped out of his sleeve.

The old man stepped into the cold current of the container in front of him. The rotten smell of the dead and the biting cold wind on the glacier seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, flowing out along both sides of Angers, but could not touch the old man at all.

Alchemy is based on the spirit, and fingerprints and irises are merely tools for transferring authority. Angers can already feel his control over the immortals, but this control is very difficult, like... across a mountain.

Percy followed behind Ange with his eyes lowered. He was wearing a tuxedo like a waiter, but from the gap in his hair covering one eye, a sinister light like that of a devil seeped out. It was a golden eye that could not be extinguished. His bloodline was even more dangerous than Chu Zihang, who was now on the verge of depravity.

"Why would Frost send you here?"

"My actions were not based on the orders of Mr. Frost, but were directly under the orders of the head of the family." Percy lifted her hair to cover the devil-like eyes.

Ange suddenly drew his knife, and the folding knife tore through the white cold current, causing ripples, and the arc of light was a cold color.

The owner of Time Zero is far stronger than other hybrids in terms of physical ability and reaction speed. Ange is the best among the users of Time Zero. When he drew his sword, Percy didn't even have time to react. He only felt that the cold light almost cut the vision in his pupils.

The threat of death was approaching at an incredible speed. By the time he realized that the blade was almost brushing his throat, a crisp cracking sound was already echoing in the container.

The pupil of Percy's exposed ice-blue eye suddenly shrank as small as a needle.

The fear of brushing with death finally arose, and Gattuso's secretary had already pressed his right hand on his chest, where it was obvious that there was some deadly weapon hidden.

Ange's target was not him, otherwise Percy would have died. His bloodline was very strong, perhaps even far surpassing Chu Zihang, but Ange's speed was too fast, so fast that even Phantom could not track him. With just the slightest touch, Percy's throat would be cut, and he would be unable to resist at all.

The folding knife had already stabbed into the huge wooden box in front of him.

This box reminded people of those inferior coffins, in which sleep unwilling ghosts. The depths of the evil ghosts’ souls are filled with hatred towards the human world, and the smell of decay bursts out in the cold wind.

The folding knife easily cut through a wooden board that made up the box and stabbed into the object inside. Then, with the bright headlights, Ange and Percy saw what that thing was.

The transparent ice was incredibly hard, and it seemed to have been kept at extremely low temperatures. No wonder the cargo hold was also used, and the deformed monsters curled up and slept in the ice. The distance from Illinois to China was not that short, and if it weren't for the low-temperature cargo hold, the contents would have been released halfway through the journey.

Even Percy felt a lingering fear at the thought of the consequences.

Immortals are humanity's top combat force. They have approached or even completely crossed the critical blood limit. Some have grown wings. If these things get out of control, a terrible biological disaster will occur, and the secrets of dragons will be difficult to continue to hide.

"How sad! He was treated as a hero when he was alive, killing one pure-blooded dragon after another on the battlefield, but he couldn't rest in peace after death, and his corpse still had to fight for the living." Ange remained calm, but suddenly exerted force with his hand, smashing the end of the hilt of the folding knife fiercely. The sharp weapon immediately penetrated the ice almost unhindered, and spider-web-like cracks spread out in all directions with the insertion point of the folding knife as the center.

There are a total of ten similar wooden boxes in this low-temperature cargo hold, and each of them seals an ancient ghost. They have been longing for death for too long. At this moment, the ice layer made a crackling sound, and the cold current in the cargo hold began to suck in and out, as if something huge was breathing here, and every time that thing breathed, a large amount of air was sucked into it through the cracks in the ice layer, and when it exhaled, extremely cold air currents flowed out from the cracks in the solid ice.

Percy took a few steps back with a look of horror on his face, but Ange simply retracted his folding knife and tilted his head to look at the piece of ice with interest.

It suddenly fell apart, like a crystal shattered from the inside, and the thing inside tore open the still cold thing with its own hands. In just a few seconds, it recovered from the dead-like decay and regained vitality due to contact with the air.

Intense wind pressure was blown up around Ange, and the sharp ice fragments were immediately crushed into powder when they came into contact with this layer of wind pressure, making Ange's shadow shine brightly in the dazzling light of the car lights.

A ghost-like creature walked out of the broken ice. It could not be regarded as a human being at all. It was a beautiful yet ferocious creature with muscles as twisted as the roots of an ancient tree and protruding tendons like a group of snakes under the water!

Hard facial bones grew on his face, and his features and appearance had long been unrecognizable, and he no longer had any expression. Hard and slender bones were spread out behind his back, and the pair of wings that had been frozen for years stretched out, breaking the remaining ice.

He probably finally discovered the scent of flesh and blood. His ferocious muscles bulged instantly like an angry lion or tiger. His golden eyes lit up ferociously. The golden color was as dazzling as a god or demon. He looked around majestically and ferociously.

Then, he saw the calm expressions of Ange and the old man. Instantly, a huge fear exploded like a blooming mandala in the little remaining rationality of this thing, just like facing a god!

A sound of wind came from the immortal's throat, and then he knelt down with a bang, a humble gesture of audience with the throne.

Percy watched this scene in horror, he had never thought that someone could force an immortal to kneel, but now everything became a reality.

The whole world was beating like a war drum, the sound of ice breaking was endless, and after a hundred years, the immortals opened their eyes again, and each eye was as red-gold as a mad dragon.

These ferocious creatures tore apart the outer layer of the metal of the cryogenic cargo hold, their wings pierced their backs and spread out bloodily, and they floated in the air one after another. White cold currents rose from the ground and fell from the sky, like a foggy rain.

"Mr. Passy of the Gattuso family, we are fortunate to witness this scene." Angers spoke in a gentle voice, and he opened his arms and smiled, "witnessing the collapse of a throne."

In the dark shadows, in a phantom that no one could see or hear, there was a boy laughing softly. The laughter sounded like mockery, but also like joy, but no one noticed.

All the xenon lamps suddenly shone towards the sky, and the bright beams of light left pale circular spots in the foggy gas.

Those things that looked like angels or demons were suspended in the light spots, quietly lowering their heads.

Like a warrior guarding the throne of God.

Chapter 142 Miss Xia Mi's Final Strategy (4)

"The cell phone signal in the subway is really bad." The girl leaned quietly on the bench under the dim light, fiddling with the cell phone in her hand. There was indeed a problem with the signal of that thing, and even QQ messages could not be sent. She also wanted to tell her senior brother that tonight's candlelight dinner should be postponed to tomorrow.

She was wearing a plain white long skirt, which was tight at the waist and showed off her beautiful and slender waist curve. When she stretched slightly, her skin as white as mutton fat jade was faintly visible.

This was obviously the platform of a very old subway station. The subway tracks were not even closed. The wind blowing from the end of the deep passage lifted Xia Mi's hair and sometimes smoothed out the slightly layered folds of her clothes.

Xia Mi held her chin with one hand and yawned. It seemed as if tears were about to overflow from her gem-like eyes. Her long black hair, like ink, fluttered in the wind, and her white skirt also fluttered, like a flower blooming in the snow. When the wind blew up her skirt, her straight and delicate calves seemed to be flowing with beautiful light. She wore home slippers that seemed to be one size too big on her feet. Her crystal shell-like toes were red from the cold. There was a silver bell tied to her slender ankle, and the bell tinkled when the wind blew over it.

Kassel College issued temporary tasks to every student participating in the operation. Xia Mi asked Ling, and the three teams received instructions to gather outside the Pingguoyuan subway station in the evening to prepare for operational support.

She was not actually worried about the loss of Nibelungen, but the secret party was coming in full force, and it was said that they had deployed a secret weapon known as the "Monster under the Ice". The news that Fenrir was in this city had spread throughout the entire mixed-blood world, and she could not help but be concerned. Xia Mi had always been the best learner among her brothers. Having lived in the human world for nineteen years, she had long known that today's humans were no longer the humans of the past. Their society and civilization were developing rapidly, and in the context of the industrial age, even the Dragon King could be killed by an oversaturated thermal weapon attack.

Constructing Nibelungen has never been Xia Mi's forte. A dull brain like Fenrir is not capable of doing such meticulous work, so there are often loopholes in her home. Faced with almost all the mixed-race people in the world, Xia Mi decided to reconstruct it.

It is so old that the wind from thousands of years ago is still blowing in the tunnel.

This Nibelungen still has to follow a set of rules that even Xia Mi herself cannot control, so even if she has crossed the gap between reality and fantasy, she still has to wait on the platform for the subway that will take her home to roar out from the depths of darkness.

Soon Xia Mi realized that something seemed to have happened. Her control over this world was declining. The rails were not vibrating, and there was no sound of engines roaring deep in the tunnel. The subway train was absent as never before.

The fluorescent lights suddenly flickered violently, the air was filled with cold wind and tiny white snake-like electric currents, the electric currents burst out with a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees, and the whole world became absurd and bizarre.

Xia Mi stood up slowly. She was not considered powerful among the Dragon Kings, and even her perception of her brothers was slightly inferior. But Nibelungen was where the throne was, and she could feel that something was invading here.

The cold wind and lightning in the humid air were the roar of the elements as monarchs on two different thrones appeared on the stage, meaning that two gods had descended today.

Xia Mi's chubby little face suddenly became solemn. The twilight of the gods was coming early, and a sound like the roar of war drums on an ancient battlefield was played on this platform.

It was the heart of Jörmungandr that was slowly recovering. As the heart suddenly became strong, the ancient king was regaining her majesty. A huge cracking sound now resounded throughout half of Nibelungen. The sound came from Xia Mi's body, as if something had broken.

Something was indeed broken.

Those were her bones, those delicate, girlish bones. But after they broke, they came together again, tightly biting together like iron chains. Although they still supported the appearance of a human girl, the dragon power squeezed out of their bones could no longer be hidden.

This state is very similar to the dragon bone state activated by Lu Mingfei, but it is more perfect and more powerful because it is the body of the Dragon King replacing the human body.