Chapter 869 Knight

President of the Student Union of Kassel College, heir to the Gattuso family, and a domineering noble son: Caesar Gattuso once publicly delivered a student union welcome speech at the Amber Hall, saying, "The real elite will always be ignored by the world. Seen as lunatics." "The world cannot tolerate elites because they are stupid." "We are the lunatics that the world cannot tolerate."

Zhao Langjun has seen many maverick lunatics - most mixed races are lunatics - but he has never seen one so completely crazy. Paranoia is written from head to toe, and the candles that wet his black hair reflect The muddy black blood of light is his embodied madness. That is a kind of madness that cannot be communicated or negotiated.

If you insist on describing the other person's state, you can't help but think of a child who had his toy taken away, ran towards you in anger, and slapped your thigh hard with his hand. This metaphor is not to focus on the pitiful and harmless slapping of the child who had his toy taken away. The real point is that if someone gives the angry child a sharp knife at the right time, then the child must be Will plunge the knife into your thigh without hesitation.

Because that's primal madness. Just like a liger that bites its hair back after being enraged, a crocodile bites its prey and then rolls endlessly, a silverback knocks down the enemy and then shakes the ground with a heavy hammer - it will not tolerate any price. Even if they encounter life-threatening craziness in the process, just like a snapping turtle won't let go even if you chop off its head after biting you.

Even the most common animals and beasts have this kind of ferocity. What kind of state will dragons, which have always been called violent, show when they arouse primitive emotions?

Zhao Langjun felt that the answer was right in front of him, without any doubt, because the bloody golden eyes that were so dazzling made a deep impression on him. It was this kind of eyes that were violent and crazy. They should appear in pure-blood dragons. Under the ferocious iron face is not a human being, because it represents the pure and blazing "will to kill" of the dragon clan.

So the feeling of contradiction naturally arises again.

Why didn't the opponent attack? The moment he stepped into this conference room, the other party should bring about the most brutal fighting at all costs and cover every wall of the space with thick blood. Doesn’t this kind of ‘will to kill’ that even dragons should be in awe of mean that the owner has completely fallen into the vortex of chasing death and bloodline mentally and mentally? Why was he still sitting at the opposite table, looking at himself?

The moment he entered, the door of the conference room moved without any wind and closed with a bang. The wind brought by it did not chase the candlelight in the cup of wax at all. The world inside and outside was isolated in the roar, and there was It gives the illusion that the knife has cut the thread.

"what are you'?"

Zhao Langjun looked at the 'person' opposite and naturally asked this question softly. Based on what he saw and heard, he could almost conclude that the other party could not be a normal hybrid species, because even the most dangerous Deadpool he had hunted in the past did not have such a terrifying feeling that made people tingle with needles all over his body.

So the thunderous offensive he was supposed to launch was pressed, and he chose to watch and observe.

Because he had never seen such a twisted and weird thing, he was unable to evaluate his threat for a while.

A bloody weapon was placed on the conference table. Zhao Langjun took a look and saw that it was a kitchen knife, but it had been re-sealed with blood mud, and there was a pink object remaining on the blade. The knife went from the bottom of the building to the 21st floor, but it didn't have a curled blade. This is not impossible, because paper can also cut a person's throat without tearing, as can a blade of harder metal, as long as the person wielding it is fast enough, incredibly fast.

Is this his speaking spirit? Zhao Langjun thought.

It was the same when he entered the conference room just now. He could barely see the other party's movements, and the screen flickered like a broken frame.

What a terrifying speed. But it shouldn't threaten you. After all, as long as the opponent still belongs to the category of 'human', he is invincible.

"Where is the thing?"

The 'thing' across the table spoke, and Zhao Langjun heard it clearly. The flat, smooth male voice was full of rationality that he thought he should never have. How could a monster in this state have rationality? But this is indeed the case. The other party is not in a hurry to provoke a fight, but focuses on getting what he wants.

"You." Zhao Langjun opened his mouth and wanted to question the other person's identity again, but he did not spit out any syllables because he felt a strong and strong Qi locked on him. It was not some mysterious 'murderous intention', Qi. The true source of this is the other party's golden eyes. That look allows him to read the other party's thoughts.

If his next sentence does not constitute an effective question and answer, then the fight will begin without leaving any room for one party to die completely. It's just like the branching options in an RPG game. If you choose the wrong dialogue, the plot will end directly, and you will enter the battle without any room for maneuver.

"The thing is indeed with me, that document, you are looking for it. The woman on the phone just now, she is your companion, are you looking like this because she is dead?" Zhao Langjun was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and slowly Xu asked.

He wanted to talk a little longer.

"Solomon Temple Meeting. The name behind you." The other party turned his head slightly, not as a sign of action, but for some reason he glanced at the left side of the conference table, the entire floor-to-ceiling window that replaced the wall to their left. , outside is a steel jungle irrigated by black rain.

"It seems that you know a lot. Are you a secret party or an orthodox person? From your accent, you should be a local." Zhao Langjun looked at the 'person' overlooking the city, and saw through the candlelight the thick blood. The other party should be a boy, but the appearance and age of such a crazy and terrifying 'thing' are almost the most useless jokes.

His question was not answered. The boy just stayed quiet for a few seconds and then asked, "The 'Utero' plan, each candidate in that document, how did you determine that they have the 'qualifications'."

"You know this kind of question is destined to have no answer."

"You should know the name 'Lin Xian'." Boy. Lin Nian said, "Don't wear out my patience, bastard."

“If your enemy is hungry, give him something to eat; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. For by doing this you are heaping coals of fire on his head. Do not overpower him with evil, but with good. Victory over evil.”

Zhao Langjun suddenly recited these words for no reason.

That is a sentence as beautiful as poetry in the Bible. His poetic voice echoed in the conference room. Under the candlelight of the cup, his chanting seemed somewhat divine, like a hymn in a chapel.

Lin Nian suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look out the window.

The rainy night outside seems to be getting more intense. The wind howls wildly and rushes toward the black city. The heavy rain twists like waves in the wind, hitting the high-rise buildings one after another. The tallest twin towers sway slightly amid everything. Suddenly, the aviation obstruction lights on high-rise buildings were swallowed up by the black waves.

The whole city was silent with only the sound of wind and rain, as if dead, as if only he and Zhao Langjun were left in the whole world.

"That's it."

Lin Nian finally looked away from the black rain outside the glass curtain wall. The golden eyes of the lava were generally emotionless.

Zhao Langjun suddenly raised his head, because he immediately heard the same beautiful poem playing.

“When I saw the Lamb opening the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come! "Then another horse came out, a red one. And power was given to his rider to take peace from the earth and to kill one another, and a great sword was given to him."

Lin Nian said.

He actually recited poem-like sentences.

There was a huge thing roaring in the wind outside the window, like a cow or some ferocious beast. The roar seemed far away, hidden in the black heavy rain, and weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Those who are familiar with the mythology of the Bible will clearly understand that this is a fragment about the Four Horsemen of the Last Days, which comes from the "Revelation of John", the last chapter of the New Testament. People who do not know the situation here will probably think that this meeting is The room is a choir, and Lin Nian and Zhao Langjun are the poets of the choir.

But Zhao Langjun and Lin Nian didn't think so. After the latter recited the passage from the Bible accurately and calmly, a sense of crisis finally appeared in the former's eyes.

When a person shows calmness when he does not know the danger, you can ridicule his ignorance and indifference to his own destruction, but when a person knows everything but does not change, there are only two possibilities, either he is indeed a complete madman, or...

"This is what you rely on. It's incredible. No wonder the senior sister said you were a 'knight' and told me to be careful. I have never heard of the Solomon Temple Society, but it is indeed interesting." Young Lin said in a low voice, "But it is still not interesting enough. "

The light of the cup of wax was also suppressed by Zhao Langjun's golden eyes that gradually lit up. Those were breathtaking eyes, as golden as the sun. There was no doubt that he had a high-level bloodline. Only in terms of bloodline, there was no doubt that he surpassed Chu Zihang. and Caesar. He felt ridiculous for a moment, because he was staring at Lin Nian so closely that he actually felt a crisis that he had never experienced since he became a 'knight'.

This is impossible. This should be impossible. Any mixed race, as long as it is still a mixed race, cannot pose a threat to the 'Knight'. This is an iron rule.

"Do you know the existence of 'knights'?" Zhao Langjun asked.

"I didn't know it before, but now I know it, it's not that big of a deal. The Solomon Temple Association's hands are in the wrong place. No matter what comes here, I will chop it off with my own hands. You are no exception. No one is. exception."

Reach over here? A sharp light flashed in Zhao Langjun's eyes, as if he had guessed something.

"I'm asking you one last time where things are. I won't ask you a third time."

"Let me guess, are you looking for the Holy Mother?" Zhao Langjun asked in a low voice.

The roar, the roar that only exists in my mind, is like the strong wind blowing through the wheat fields to reveal the black earth.

A manic atmosphere swept across the entire long table. If the Qi that Zhao Langjun felt before came from his eyes, then what he felt now was really the 'murderous intention'. It was the phenomenon of spiritual influence on the material world. In Zhao Langjun's eyes, the boy's face was as red as blood. The gaping hole in the abyss, and the pair of tricks crawling out of it, are hell.

"Say it again if you dare." Lin Nian turned his head from side to side, staring straight at the man.

Zhao Langjun's pupils narrowed, because the 'familiar' aura overflowing from the other party was so strong that it made him suffocate.

"Are you also looking for this 'Lin Xian'?"

He changed his words, but at that moment the corners of his eyes twitched, and extreme rage arose in his heart. Was he actually afraid?

As a 'knight', he was actually threatened.

There was a twist in his heart.

"How many people know her information?" Lin Nian looked straight at Zhao Langjun and said, "Tell me."

"I told you, and then." Zhao Langjun's expression finally changed, and he was downright cold, "You are not a member of the secret party, and you are not an orthodox person. You want to kill everyone who knows the information, and then Have her all to yourself?”

"Yes." After a long time, Lin Nian looked at Zhao Langjun and nodded. The strongest malicious emotion flowed in his molten red golden pupils. Zhao Langjun actually saw the greed and rage of dragons in it, "She is mine. . If you pronounce her name, it will make me so sick that I want to tear your mouth apart right away."

"How arrogant and greedy. But it's a pity that she is the property we have reserved long ago." Zhao Langjun stared at him and sneered. He was about to raise his right hand in an instant, and his golden pupils seemed to be spitting out golden flames. But just below For a moment, he suddenly felt like he was speechless, as if his tongue was tied.

oh. It wasn't his tongue that was tied, it was his throat that was tied.

—

The storm blew away all the movable objects in the conference room. The glass of the cabinet leaning against the wall exploded instantly. The entire conference table was thrown into the air, rolled and knocked to the side. All the chairs were blown away. A kitchen knife flew violently and was welded to Zhao Langjun's neck. Blood spurted out. Lin Nian forcibly pushed the blade, skin, flesh and bones halfway into Zhao Langjun's neck, pressing him to death on the boss's chair. !

Zhao Langjun's eyes widened to their maximum size, and blood even flowed out from the corners of his eyes. His hands and feet were raised uncontrollably at the moment when his neck was hit by a huge force. He was pinned down on the chair unable to move. , there was a loud and unpleasant sound from the neck.

Lin Nian pressed the kitchen knife inch by inch, tearing the opponent's throat bit by bit, and cracking the bones of the cervical vertebrae. His golden eyes turned a frightening red under the blood on his forehead, and he stared at Zhao Langjun intently. Every ferocious and twisted arc of his expression under the pressure of the knife's edge was like appreciating some work of art.

Is information like that important?

important. But it's obviously not as important as what he's doing now.

—

So fast.

How could it be so fast?

Why didn't the 'war' stop him?

Is he so close that it's too late for the 'war'?

No, this is impossible, he is just a mixed race, how is it possible?

If you can't think about it anymore, you will die.

"'War'. Save me!" That's what he wanted to say, but his vocal cords were damaged at that moment and he could only vomit blood foam. But at the next moment, help had arrived without him asking for help.

An explosion occurred.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall and dozens of meters long glass curtain walls exploded at the same time. A roar like a bull's thunder came from outside the broken glass curtain wall. The strong wind blew up all the glass shards and shot them into the wall like bullets. Inside, there was a black-red giant that penetrated the entire conference room, sweeping it from beginning to end like cleaning the table!

When I saw the Lamb opening the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come!" And another horse came out, a red horse. And power was given to the man who sat on the horse, to take peace from the earth to kill one another, and to him was given a great sword.

In the heavy black rain, a golden light lit up. It was a pair of long, narrow and huge pupils rising outside the 21st floor of Runde Building, illuminating the ferocious iron surface and bone spurs soaked by the heavy rain, combining elegance and ferocious beauty. , under the slender and curved neck is a perfect and huge body, with black scales and sharp membrane wings. It is a pure blood dragon!

One of the mythical knights of doom in the Bible, War.

He is real, the Rider on the Red Horse—War, God's walk of destruction upon the earth.

'knight'.

Zhao Langjun is really a ‘knight’. A knight riding a dragon, and his car is such a living pure-blood dragon!

But as a 'knight', he was actually going to die. Before he even got on the car, nearly two-thirds of his neck had been cut off.

The dragon roared, angry and crazy, creating a strange rhythm. Circles of ripples swayed in the black rainy night. Miraculously, the whole city seemed to be completely asleep, and no lights were lit for it. Even though it was clear, no curious passers-by exclaimed at this scene.

The blood-red dragon claws introduced by the leader to prevent Zhao Langjun's death instantly destroyed almost the entire conference room. To him, the walls and debris were as fragile as bubbles, but when they were cleaning to the end, they suddenly seemed to hit something hard. barrier.

A force slowly rose in front of the stopped dragon claw. It actually opened the dragon's claw arm little by little. In the smoke, the red golden pupils penetrated and stared at the silence. The terrifying dragon in the heavy rain hissed, "Get out."

An explosion that was several times louder than the dragon's roar sounded. It was not a roar, but an explosion of sound waves. The roar brought about by pure speed and power instantly overwhelmed the high-flying dragon and struck the pure blood dragon like a meteor. The iron face of the class!