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"You used to be the Saint of the Far North. Although you were forced to do so, you should have known about the predecessor of your organization." Constantine said, "Before the First World War, the religious organization under the Camarilla, the Twilight Dogma, parted ways with the then-actual ruling faction of the Camarilla, the Lionheart Society, due to differences in ideology. Later, during the Third World War, it joined the camp of the German Third Reich and was reorganized into the Far North."

"My great-grandmother, you call her Maria of the Star, I heard her talk about this history." Rigidrev nodded, "At that time, another organization, the Vili Society, worked for the Führer together with the Far North."

"Casssel College is the name of the secret party after its reorganization, just like the Far North to the Twilight Dogma." Constantine took off his bear-skin hat and windproof glasses, revealing his delicate face. He had been to Valley College and often hung out in the library of Hilltop College. He also got recommendations for auditing some undergraduate courses and understood the development history of modern mixed-race society. To be honest, Lu Mingfei might not have as broad a knowledge base as him in this field.

They walked down the iron ladder into the lower cabin, where the space became more open. On the metal walls on both sides of the corridor were hung high-precision electronic display screens composed of special modules. The display screens broadcast in real time the swaying grass and trees in the Alps and the synchronously changing weather. At regular intervals, there were clearly marked route maps, which showed that they were slowly traveling through the floating ice area of ​​the Greenland Sea at a speed of 30 nautical miles per hour.

Here you can see soldiers patrolling with guns and live ammunition. These people are Lu Mingze's henchmen. They are retired special forces soldiers recruited from all over the world, experienced bounty hunters, and strong hybrids who are on the edge of society but have not yet touched the bottom line of the law. Given the evilness of the little devil, it is likely that these people's wives and children have been taken to a country with birds singing and flowers blooming all year round to enjoy life, and there is no need to worry about their loyalty.

Unlike other service-oriented ocean-going ships, the restaurant on this ship is located further down rather than on the deck, so they have to go down further.

Reggie Love was fiddling with a pink cell phone with a pixelated Tetris game on the screen.

The person who really has a say here now is Nuonuo, but Nuonuo did not confiscate the young lady’s mobile phone.

The Imer's communication channel was always silent, and the only external communication method on board was an unregistered maritime satellite phone. She had no way to get in touch with the outside world, let alone reveal their location to the academy or inform Vincent.

Neither Nono nor Constantine mentioned to Rigirev where their destination was. In fact, the Imael was following the Yamal's route and seemed to be wandering aimlessly in the Arctic Circle.

Nono had no way of finding the Far North relying on her own strength, but a guy named Uncle KFC sent an encrypted email to the ship as soon as they boarded the Yamal, which clearly marked the next sailing route of the Yamal.

In order to ensure the authenticity of the email, Nono even waited at the dock in Reykjavik for a whole day. It was not until he saw the black wall-like side of the Yamal cutting through the waves and appearing on the distant skyline that he finally chose to track the Far North according to the route in the email.

In fact, Nuonuo could guess who sent her the email.

He was able to bypass the academy's smart secretary and sign the email to himself, Uncle KFC. To be honest, this young man was just short of writing the words Finkel von Flins at the end of the email.

However, thanks to the intelligence provided by Uncle KFC, the Imer was like a beast chasing after a flock of sheep, quietly accumulating strength, gnashing its teeth and sucking blood, waiting with amazing patience for the enemy to reveal a flaw.

The restaurant was large enough to accommodate dozens or even hundreds of people dining at the same time, but at this moment, there was only a dining table covered with a white tablecloth placed beneath the elegant crystal chandelier. On the table, sterling silver cutlery was prepared according to the seating arrangement, as well as small mother-of-pearl spoons for eating caviar. The champagne stand was already filled with sparkling gin. Beautiful girls with slim figures lowered their eyelids and served in the shadow not far from the dining table. Everyone's skirt hung to their ankles, but their hands were on the slits of their skirts. It was obvious that weapons that could kill with one blow were tied to those agile and slender thighs.

They had to be vigilant at all times during their escape. No matter if it was Nono, Selma or Jiude Aki, they had all been the school's hounds hunting the enemies of the board of directors. Now that they had become the prey, they were still familiar with the hunting methods of other hounds.

The security and weapon systems on the Imer were even close to those of the Atlantic Apollo cruise ship that Henkel had used to evacuate the North American hybrids and Eri and others in Tokyo Bay. However, the academy claimed to be able to break through the world's most stringent defense systems silently, so it was difficult to guarantee whether someone from the executive department had already sneaked onto the ship.

No more than ten people were allowed to sit at the dining table on the ship, and Rigidrev cast more curious eyes on the maids who looked dangerous even in silence.

"As the Saint of the Far North, I think you should know that Vincent is not a good person. That nuclear-powered icebreaker is his forbidden fruit. He will not allow any unknown forces to follow him into the Arctic Circle." Even in a comfortable environment, Nono still habitually stuffed herself into the special combat uniform. She leaned against the doorway at the entrance to the restaurant with her arms around her, and the silver four-leaf clover earrings on her earlobes swayed slightly. She pressed her left hand on the back of her neck, twisting her neck joints to stretch and making a slight crisp sound, stretching her whole body that seemed to have become stiff bones, and raised her slender right arm to stretch, showing the still graceful body curves under the combat uniform.

"In order to prevent the situation from becoming irreversible, we have to be prepared to fight at all times." Nono said coldly.

As the station in the Far North, the Yamal not only makes a profit from selling high-priced tickets every year, but is also a real war fortress. When necessary, it can even transform into a battleship. The hull is strong enough to support the operation of naval guns, and can smash icebergs several meters thick.

Of course, the Imer also underwent a similar transformation.

Nono sat down at the dining table, but suddenly realized that the little girl named Reggie Love seemed to be staring at her abdomen.

The red-haired witch pulled her coat up inconspicuously to cover her belly, and a blush appeared on her cheeks, perhaps out of anger or shyness.

Regislove had a thoughtful expression on her face, with a faint smile in her bright eyes.

Soon, Selma and Aki Shude, who had washed up and blow-dried their hair, arrived at the restaurant, so all the people for today's meal were present.

As for the maids and mercenaries, they had other places to eat. The employer who hired them on this ship spent enough money to buy them out for the next 20 years to make them loyal dogs, and loyal dogs would not be angry because they could not eat at the same table with their masters.

A waiter in a black tuxedo pushed a silver dining cart and placed plates of ingredients in the center of the dining table. Today's main dishes were pan-fried sea bass and Arctic sweet shrimp. In addition, there were steamed and cut open king crabs, blue lobsters, garlic-fried veal, and grilled asparagus.

Because everyone present was a gourmet who was well versed in Chinese culture, the chef did not separate the food, but directly served larger plates and presented each dish in its entirety to them.

The only thing is that the Arctic sweet shrimps on the table were all sashimi and sushi, but the waiter placed a separate steamed portion in front of Nono.

The chilled champagne was jumping in the goblet. Once again, Nono was unique in getting a glass of mulled wine from the waiter. They clinked the glasses together, and everyone else drank it all, but she took just a sip.

Even the crazy little witch began to pay attention to protecting her digestive system at this time. Although studies have shown that women's immune systems will be greatly improved during pregnancy, Nono grew up in China for a long time after all, and always felt that at this time, she had to avoid cold food and keep warm.

"We may spend a long time on this ship, but the good news is that we are not fighting alone. The Russian Northern Fleet will send destroyers to roam the nearby waters in the name of exercises, and we can get assistance and logistical supplies through many channels." Shude Aki pushed the frame of his glasses and glanced at Nono.

She watched Nono enter the academy and grow up, and she also knew that the red-haired witch had great power and the family behind her was no less powerful than the members of the school board. But she didn't expect that she could even mobilize the Northern Fleet.

In fact, the person who can do this is not Nono but Zero.

Jiude Mai was temporarily left in Hefei for treatment, while Su Enxi took a private plane directly to Oslo. When handing Imeier to Nono, the black and gold swan showed the token of the Romanov family.

Reggie Love didn't quite understand the destroyer's positioning and was scooping garlic-fried veal onto her plate.

"In fact, instead of following them, my suggestion is to use a cruise missile to blow up the Yamal and the Far North together." After finally finishing the veal on the plate, Reggie looked up. She pursed her lips and wiped the oil stains on her lips with her fingers. A serious expression appeared on her face. "Vincent told me that he was the extradited Charon, but Charon is the boatman on the Styx. Where will you end up if you follow him? The underworld?"

"I feel like we are very close to the truth. The fate of this world may be in our hands." Nono's voice was cold.

“But only the dead can go to the underworld… blowing up that ship is the best option, right?” Rigidrev shrugged, her marble-textured skin reflecting a pearl-like fluorescence.

She was so beautiful. The people present could only find one person in their own impressions who could compete with Miss Rijirev in terms of appearance. That person was Junior Sister Xia Mi, who was said to have been declared a pure-blooded dragon but died in the Tokyo incident.

"You are so eager for us to destroy the Yamal. Why?" Nono sensed something unusual from Rigidrev's reaction. She straightened her collar, sat down, and looked down coldly at the beautiful girl sitting opposite her who was full of youth and would be the focus of everyone wherever she went.

"In April 1945, my great-grandmother Maria of the Star and her follower Vincent used some means to leave Berlin, which was in danger of being attacked by the Soviets. They lived in Argentina for the next few decades." Ridgelife also sat up straight. She didn't mind making any secrets of the Far North public. The girl's cheeks looked a little unreal under the swaying light. "They sold cultural relics and artworks to maintain the expenses of the Far North and their luxurious life, but they shouldn't have enough money to buy a nuclear-powered icebreaker anyway."

Nono held his breath.

"Vincent is not the real boss. His job is to help the bigwigs behind him find the real underworld. Although I am called the Saint of the Far North, I am actually just a gift that can be given to those bigwigs at any time." Regislove laughed coldly, "They claim to find the kingdom of God, but I think the gate of the kingdom of God should be full of human corpses."

Chapter 540: Profile of the Witch

The enclosed and warm space was filled with the smell of benzoin. The fragrance of the burning powder could calm Nono's mind and make her thinking smoother.

She casually took the silver fork that the boy had not used from Constantine's plate, and used both forks to peel the shell of the crystal clear Arctic sweet shrimp on the plate. When peeling the shrimp, Nono lowered her head, her hair hanging down, and no one could see her eyes clearly. Her pupils flashed with sharp and complex light golden patterns like flowers and thorns.

In fact, they had found Regirev in Reykjak, Iceland, less than 24 hours ago, and had not yet had time to get any useful information from this saint in the far north. The only information that might be useful was that her bloodline should only be A-level according to the academy's classification. It was hard to imagine that such a bloodline would be regarded as a saint who could communicate with the gods of heaven and earth by a certain mixed-race organization... You know, in Tokyo, it is difficult for a bloodline like Regirev to compete for the position of branch chief in the Snake Eight Families. Those who are qualified to follow Gen Chisheng are excellent elites like Miss Sakura who have received the most rigorous training and are absolutely loyal.

However, recalling that a hundred years ago, the Far North was still under the control of the Twilight Dogma and had not yet broken away from the control of the Secret Party, the influence of this organization had already reached its de facto peak in history, but the number of members did not exceed a hundred, and was even three to five times the number of new students admitted by Kassel College each year... The title of a saint from such a small place should not have much influence.

When the red-haired priestess showed a pensive look, Shude Aki immediately stood up and used an almost stern look to dismiss the maids and guards who were silently on guard around her. Selma spread a napkin in front of herself, opened the notebook she carried with her and placed it on the napkin, turning the ballpoint pen that was originally pinned to her chest in her hand.

Years of working together and partnering have enabled them to understand what they should do just by looking at each other.

They and the three professors have spent so much time and energy searching for the truth behind the name Odin. Now that they have finally found the believers of the Scandinavian god who remained in the world, they cannot afford to relax at all.

"What is the kingdom of God that people in the Far North are looking for?" Nono asked softly.

She and Lu Mingfei had investigated this alien group that roamed the Arctic Ocean all year round two years ago. They knew that the Twilight Dogma had believed throughout its long history that dragons were not the only advanced species on Earth in ancient times. The gods led by Odin had been engaged in a protracted war with the dragons led by Nidhogg.

In the past, the Twilight Dogma believed that no matter how hard the hybrids fought with the Dragon Kings, the only way to save the world from the catastrophe of doomsday was to find the tombs left by the ancient gods and resurrect Odin, the only one who could compete with the Black King.

This theory and imagination is magnificent, but it has never become mainstream thinking. Firstly, the secret party has never found any remains left by the so-called gods, and secondly, if gods really exist, who can guarantee that they will not be the second dragon race for humans?

"Vincent said that there are still ancient survivors in the Kingdom of God. They have built prosperous cities there and used tall stone towers and powerful magic to fight against the dragons that have resurrected from the grave. Odin's bones are on the tallest stone tower in the Kingdom of God, guarded by dozens of giant snakes, and no one can get close." As a saint, Regisleifu is obviously extremely unqualified. Not only does she not have any feelings for the Far North, she doesn't even show any disgust or hatred for it. She tells you everything she knows.

While chewing on the king crab legs, the girl revealed a secret of the Far North that only a few people might know. "The job of the Yamal is to find the door to the Kingdom of God for those big shots... It is said that the door has no end, up and down, left and right, and is absolutely smooth like a mirror. If you see the Kingdom of God in the mirror, then you will reach the Kingdom of God when you walk in; if you see the image of a skeleton in the mirror, it means you are about to die."

"Nibelungen." said Nono.

A dimension that does not exist in the real world, a door with a mirror-smooth plane as the medium. In the dragon clan's worldview, this thing is called the kingdom of the dead rather than the kingdom of God. In the West, its name is Nibelungen and in the East, people call it a paradise.

But when she suddenly heard Nono mention this term, Rijirev was stunned for a moment. She tilted her head, and there was a bit of confusion in her starry eyes.

"Nibelung, what is that?" she asked.

Selma seemed to be very excited as she waved her ballpoint pen and wrote something on her wife's notebook. Ridgelife cast a strange look at her and then looked away.

"You have some understanding of the world of hybrids, but the old man named Vincent doesn't seem to have taught you many deeper things." Nono stared into Reggie Reeves' eyes, "Do you know alchemy?"

"I know. The key card of Daitokuji's deck is 'Alchemical Cauldron - Chaos Extraction', which is closely related to the 'Sun God Deck'." Rijirev showed an expected expression on her face. "It is said that the sun god Apollo will spend the winter in the kingdom of God Hybril we are looking for... It seems that you have found far more clues than the Far North. You are worthy of being Kassel Academy."

This time it was Nuonuo's turn to be confused.

She and Lu Mingfei have always known that the kingdom of God they are looking for in the Far North is called Hyperborean, but who is the teacher of Daitokuji? Is Chaos Refining a substitution technique in alchemy? Why does Regis, who believes in Scandinavian mythology, talk about the sun god in ancient Greek mythology?

Even the benzoin that usually worked in the past couldn't calm Nuonuo's disordered thoughts at this moment. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and then the atmosphere became strangely stagnant.

It was Aki Shutoku, who was already three-quarters of her sister's shadow, who came to Nono's rescue. Aki leaned over to the little red-haired miko and whispered, "She's talking about the anime version of Yu-Gi-Oh! GX."

Before becoming what he is today, Shude Aki's biggest dream was to work in the Chinese branch with Ye Sheng after graduation, become a civilian, and live happily until retirement.

For a girl whose life trajectory is almost fixed, who after graduation takes care of her husband and children and works a nine-to-five job in a stable city, even if you put the Great Shift of the Universe and the Nine Yang Divine Art in front of her, they will not be very attractive. After all, there is no need to fight with King Jinlun, and it is more cost-effective to kill time by watching anime and playing games.

It's just that fate is strange. Some people's dream is to live a peaceful life, but there are always some unexpected things happening to them that make them become the kind of powerful guy they never dared to imagine before. Shude Aki is such a person.

She originally depended on her sister for everything, but later they parted ways and she was left alone. Fortunately, she met Ye Sheng, and there was finally a ray of light in her gloomy life.

But Odin took everything away, so the fire of revenge supported her to make changes.

Nono looked at Regis with a strange look, and she realized that this Saint Lady might be a girl who had never left the birdcage like Eri. On the one hand, Vincent instilled knowledge of the world of mixed-bloods into Regis in the form of books without any system, and on the other hand, he used games, animations and movies to stabilize her emotions.

"The Nibelungen is a dimension independent of the real world that was constructed using alchemy. Alchemy is not a card deck in a Japanese anime, but a way that dragons in the real world use to pursue the truth of the world." Nono explained, "If the kingdom of God you are pursuing really exists, then I think it may be a Nibelungen that has never appeared in the world."

Odin's true identity may be Pompeii Gattuso, and in the dragon worldview, his title is one of the eight monarchs.

There is a certain truth in the doctrines that Twilight Dogma believes in, but the general direction is wrong. The gods do not exist, and Odin is just a member of the dragon clan.

"That is to say, Vincent actually doesn't know what he is looking for. He just passively follows the orders of those big shots to find the kingdom of God." Nono said softly.

Rigidrev shook her head. This time, she wiped the corners of her mouth with the tissue in front of her. She sat up straight like a real princess and said, "I don't think that's the case. It's that those big shots are forcing Vincent to find the coordinates in his memory."

Nuonuo's fingers holding the silver fork suddenly tensed.

"In 1939, Vincent and my great-grandmother got married in secret. In 1943, out of greed for the Kingdom of God, he prompted the Third Reich to make up its mind to send a submarine named Prince Gauguin to cross the Arctic ice to a coordinate that no one has known so far." Rigidrev said these words as if she was singing. Her expression and tone were also hazy, and there were thin tears in her beautiful eyebrows and eyes. "They did find the Kingdom of God there. The power that surged when the Kingdom of God opened its door made my great-grandmother one of the very few people in the world who obtained a divine body... It was a coveted miracle. The guys standing behind Vincent wanted to copy this miracle. But Vincent didn't actually join the voyage that year. He only knew a general area, but didn't know the specific coordinates. So all these years, the Yamal has been seemingly wandering aimlessly on the ice sea, but in fact we have been circling around an invisible eye."

"Wait, so you are actually Vincent's great-granddaughter?" Nono raised her slender eyebrows.

"No, I have nothing to do with him." Regis Reeves showed a disgusted expression on her face. "How could they be willing to have only one case of a miracle like Star Maria? Vincent's genes are simply rubbish to the bigwigs... In recent years, the Far North has used my great-grandmother's embryos to cultivate dozens or even hundreds of clones, and none of them has anything to do with him. I am the only successful case, although in fact, even I don't feel any difference from the other sisters."

Constantine's face showed a look of sudden enlightenment. No wonder he always felt that there seemed to be some differences between Miss Rigidrev in front of him and pure humans.

From the perspective of the Dragon King, Constantine speculated that the kingdom of God sought in the Far North was actually the lost Nibelungen by Odin. The Nibelungen was filled with genetic pollution from the ocean and the king of water. Star Maria was infected by the leaked genes and luckily survived the dangerous period with an extremely low probability and became an artificial pure-blooded dragon like Siegfried or Yu Ji.

Aki Jude and Selma exchanged incredible glances in private. Even in the world of hybrids, human cloning is still a taboo topic, which involves a series of human ethics and social issues. Of course, more importantly, cloning technology makes it difficult for dragon genes to show dominant expression. In other words, even if you get hematopoietic stem cells from a super S-level strongman and use this cell to create an embryo, the gene expression of this embryo may not necessarily be carried out according to your ideas.

It is possible that the original body was originally A-level, but the clone is a C-level or even ordinary person. It is also possible that the original body's words are the Eye of the Wind King or even Judgment or Rhine, which can play a huge role in the dragon-slaying battlefield, but the clone's words are a funny thing called Incantation that can turn itself into a light bulb.

In short, the expression of dragon genes in hybrids is an unstable factor that cannot be controlled by humans. Even if the DNA of two people is exactly the same, from a human perspective they are almost the same person, but from the perspective of a hybrid they are two completely different individuals.

But Nuonuo shuddered secretly.

In the past events mentioned by Rigidreve, Vincent might tell her about his wedding with Maria of the Star, but there is no way he could tell her about what happened on the Prince Gauguin submarine in 1943. At the same time, in order to ensure that his position would not be threatened, and to ensure that he would not be banned by those bigwigs who provided funds and resources to the Far North all year round before finding the Kingdom of God, there is no doubt that Vincent would not record any information about the coordinates of the Kingdom of God in paper documents or electronic files.

Then there is only one way for Reggie Reeves to learn about these past events that have been buried in history, and that is to find the survivors who experienced these things.

Information from multiple channels has shown that after the naval battle with the Soviet submarine and the opening of the gate to the Kingdom of God, the only survivor of the Prince Gauguin was Star Maria. In other words, all the secrets that Vincent would not allow Regis to know came from Star Maria.

But Reggie Reeve's age has been confirmed to be 21.

Before the information about the Far North and Twilight Dogma was deleted from the database, Nuonuo and Lu Mingfei had looked up all the information about Star Maria.

This beautiful lady, who once dominated the upper class of the Third Reich of Germany, passed away about forty years after the end of World War II.

Obviously, the lives of these two people should not intersect, so where did Ridgelife get this information?