Chapter 433: The Council of Elders and the Ancient Dragon Slayer

The next day.

Anger led the remnants of Kassel College away from America, which was in dire straits, including Lu Mingfei, who had been silent since waking up.

In fact, not only him, but everyone on the plane rarely spoke. Fingel, who was always chirping, looked gloomily at the surging clouds outside the window.

The casualties and losses were too great, beyond what they could bear.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the most terrifying thing is not Norton who is sitting in Yellowstone Park waiting to be attacked, but the thousand-meter giant beast that completely destroys the college!

No one knows what it is, or whether it is a dragon. Could it be that Norton obtained the bloodline of an older creature and then underwent a genetic mutation?

Moreover, yesterday's two nuclear bombs failed to kill Norton. Instead, Norton's long-range telepathic attack destroyed nearly two-thirds of the city. This undoubtedly dealt another blow to humans and dragons. The key point is that Norton made it clear Not accepting peace talks and submission has strangled the minds of a large number of people.

Nowadays, there are different voices in the human camp, such as the escape faction who left the earth in rockets and the bunker faction who built underground fortresses to serve as rats.

Angers and others are unswerving and hard-line war faction. Even if they fight until only one person is left, they will fight against the Dragon Clan to the end. What's more, everyone has just experienced the tragedy of the college's destruction, and the hatred and anger in their hearts are burning. Every scene in the past. The image flashed back in his mind, hitting the survivors over and over again like punishment.

As for ordinary people~

The rest of the countries are fine, and they can still maintain a stable society. However, various riots and demonstrations are emerging one after another, the crime rate has surged unprecedentedly, and the cult forces that demagogue people have emerged one after another.

But America, which has been hit hard in turn, is no different from the end of the world. Those familiar coastal cities have become the destination for countless ordinary people to escape. After all, all aspects are on the verge of paralysis and semi-collapse, and current flights have been cut off. Most of the wealthy people took private jets with their families to seek refuge in other continents.

Huhu~

The plane landed at Copenhagen International Airport.

A motorcade had been waiting for a long time. After picking up Angers and the others, they drove all the way out of the city to the beautiful countryside. Finally, they stopped in front of a cliff castle. A waterfall jumped down a thousand meters of cliff without looking back. Falling into a sapphire-like lake, the lake is bordered by endless wilderness, with small red-roofed houses sparsely scattered in the distance.

"Principal, where is this?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Let me guess, the Cadmus family is one of the elders, right? Principal?" Fingel guessed with a smile.

"The legendary four ancient dragon-slaying families form the most mysterious institution in the academy, the Elders Council. They are all an integral part of the secret party. They are an iron-blooded sect that is completely different from the academic style." Ang nodded and spoke for Several followers explained.

He looked at Lu Mingfei and said, "If they mention you, you don't need to say anything. I'm here."

After hearing this, Lu Mingfei replied: "Yes."

After entering the castle, most of the teachers and students were arranged to rest in the rooms that had been prepared long ago. Angers took Chu Zihang, Fingel, Lu Mingfei, Ling, Eryi and the only three remaining professors with him. Went to the living room at the top of the castle.

The spacious hall is extremely old and even a bit shabby. Although the windows on both sides of the wall are wide open to let in the sunlight, it is still dark and cold inside.

"Is it necessary to save such a small amount of electricity? Turn on the lights." Ange said helplessly, and pulled a retro braided rope. The flower cluster chandelier on the top of the hall illuminated the room clearly.

A lonely long table was placed in the center. Other than that, there was no other furniture.

At the head of the long table sat an old man over 130 years old.

He looked as motionless as a limestone tombstone, and the skin all over his body was very pale, as if his death was approaching tomorrow.

The old man's hands were placed quietly on the table. The backs of his old hands and forearms glowed faintly under the light. Normal skin would not be like this, but the surface of his skin was actually covered with fine white scales!

He slowly opened his eyes and stayed on each person's face for a second. The blood-red golden pupils suddenly made Chu Zihang and others stop in their tracks, as if they were being stared at greedily by a bloodthirsty dragon.

"Let me introduce you to the current successor of the Beowulf family." Angers took a step forward, intentionally or unintentionally suppressing the momentum released by the old man, "Beowulf, an old fellow of the same era as me, the last dragon-bloodthirsty By."

"Ange, I opposed the establishment of the so-called academy at the beginning. Look, a group of gentle little sheep have no ability to resist the real dragon." Beowulf reprimanded in a low tone, as the last member of the secret party action team As a captain, he has never been optimistic about the secret party's move to become an academy.

"You haven't witnessed our enemy with your own eyes. He is different from all the dragons we have ever hunted. His power is beyond comprehension and beyond the scope of dragons." Ange motioned for Lu Mingfei and the others to sit down, and he sat down Directly across from Beowulf is the other end.

Beowulf didn't answer, because they had all watched the real video of the Battle of Cassel Academy, and they were indeed horrified by the majestic violence of the real Godzilla. None of them even farted for a long time after watching it.

The three old men under him are not his subordinates, but the heads of the other three major families in the Council of Elders.

Among them is Cadmus, the owner of the castle, and the other two are St. George and Sigurd. However, the three people who are nearly a hundred years old are undoubtedly little kids in front of Beowulf, not to mention that they all respect Beowulf and regard him as the president of the Council of Elders.

It is worth mentioning that the long poem "Beowulf" in Norse mythology is the biography of the Beowulf family.

The long poem describes the hero Beowulf killing a three-headed monster, and finally died from the venom of the dragon's teeth after cutting off the head of the giant dragon.

In fact, the real Beowulf refers to an entire family, and all the patriarchs are called Beowulf. The deeds recorded in the long poem are actually completed by three generations of grandfather, son and grandson. The three monsters killed are dead waiters, corpse guards and pure-blooded dragons.

For thousands of years, more than one or two dragons have died under the sword of the Beowulf family, and there are countless dead waiters and corpse guards.

They are the most determined, brave and cruel dragon-slaying family in the world of mixed-bloods. Adhering to the ancient and barbaric family motto, every time a boy is born, he must be fed a drop of dragon blood crystal. This is something more terrible than poison, but only by surviving the poison can he be recognized by the family.

It is such a cruel rule that has forged a steel-like Beowulf.

It is also this rule of self-severance that has caused the Beowulf family to die out in the 21st century.

The purity of their dragon blood is so high that the normal offspring have a dragon-like appearance, such as scales, dragon bones, claws, etc.

In front of him, the contemporary Beowulf once served as the captain of the secret party action team. He is an iron-blooded warrior who can cross the Eurasian continent and swear to kill a giant dragon. The so-called action team is the predecessor of the college executive department.

"These little guys you brought are not simple." Beowulf's blood-gold eyes showed surprise.

Chu Zihang, whose golden eyes never go out, Fingal, whose hidden strength is comparable to that of a super A-level, Zero, who is unfathomable and cold, Eri, who can kill the next generation alone, and Lu Mingfei, who sits on the left side of Angers and keeps silent with his head down.

Beowulf stared at Eri for a long time before turning his gaze to Lu Mingfei, who seemed to be drowsy, with a trace of bloodthirstiness in his eyes, "He is the one who turned into a dragon and fought Norton, right?"

Angers did not deny, "Yes, Mingfei is my last trump card, and a good boy I value."

Beowulf asked himself, "Is he a hybrid or a dragon?"

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, as if as long as Angers answered the latter, Beowulf would pick up the black and red battle axe at his feet and chop off Lu Mingfei's head in the next second.

"He is hope, the hope of whether we can win." Angers did not make a choice, but threw out an affirmative sentence to express his attitude.

"Ahem~ Everyone, let's not talk about his problem for now. Our biggest enemy right now is Norton, who is entrenched in North America." Howard spoke, breaking the stagnant conversation.

Beowulf still stared at Lu Mingfei suspiciously, "Hope?"

Feeling his undisguised hostility, Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head, and his deep eyes looked at him fearlessly. The bloody golden pupils that made Chu Zihang bow his head had no deterrent power in front of him.

"You ask me?"

Lu Mingfei shrugged expressionlessly, with a hint of cold contempt similar to Lu Mingze in the corners of his eyes. This dull look made people suspect that he had sequelae of the war.

Only Ling on the opposite side looked at him with eyes like water. Her thoughts were surging, and the memories of the past came to her mind. Her eyes couldn't help but have more heartache and anger, the former for Lu Mingfei, and the latter for Chu Xin.

"Well, we are not here for small talk," Ange showed the courage of the leader of the secret party and said directly, "I want to rebuild the secret party iron blood army."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the four elders' heads all lit up, as if they had regained their life goals.

"You should have done this a long time ago." Beowulf took a deep breath, and his dry cheeks became a little rosy.

"So, in addition to our four major families and the survivors of the academy, what about those guys?" Howard asked, referring to the board of directors.

"The academy is in name only, and the board of directors has been temporarily disbanded, but all the directors have followed the secret party as always. When I came, they all gave a positive response and were willing to become a member of the secret party's iron-blooded army," Ange replied, "In addition, several North American mixed-race families have also joined us."

"In that case, what are you waiting for?" Beowulf stood up suddenly and shouted with great momentum, "Then announce it immediately to the public and tell all secret party members to be determined to die!"

So far, four major forces have been formed, namely the secret party's iron-blooded army, the national alliance, Lu Mingze's faction, and the Holy Palace Medical Association.

...

After the meeting, the four elders took Ange and Lu Mingfei down the old elevator and came to a depth of one thousand meters underground.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the biting cold air pierced into the flesh like thousands of silver needles.

It looks like the rock cave structure of an ancient tomb, but in fact there is a continuous rumbling sound behind the wall, which is obviously a mechanical device in operation.

Everyone walked into the deepest stone door. The four family heads took out four brass keys and inserted them into the holes. The alchemical formula was activated and the door opened automatically.

"You have your trump card, and we naturally have it too." Beowulf said as he walked.

Inside was a round room that looked like a court of justice. Eight coffin-like alchemical metal cabins stood on the surrounding walls. Through the frosted glass cover, you could vaguely see that some kind of blood-colored liquid was used to soak humanoid creatures.

"Eight ancient dragon-slaying warriors, all of them are ancestors of the four major families, created using forbidden alchemy and frozen with modern technology. Although they have become half-human, half-corpse bloodthirsty monsters and have lost most of their rationality, they are only full of murderous intent towards dragons and deadpools." Beowulf said with respect.

"The most important thing is that each of them is comparable to an excellent second-generation species, even against Norton's guard Samson, they are not inferior!" St. George said proudly.

Angers walked around and asked in astonishment: "Why are there only five? Where are the other three? Could it be~"

Beowulf nodded and said: "One hour before you arrived, my three ancestors were sent to North America by plane. The secret party is always in action and will never hesitate or be silent for a moment!"

"Dragon-slaying warriors alone cannot fight Norton. It is purely self-destruction." Angers said.

"Who said they were sent to kill Norton? Only by breaking his wings and dampening his spirit can we boost our morale!" Beowulf replied.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded in the room, and the metal cabin flashed red and yellow lights.

"What's going on!" Cadmus raised his head and shouted.

"He, they were all awakened? But we didn't activate the device?" A panicked and confused male voice came from the speaker in the wall.

The five people were stunned, and turned their heads at the same time, focusing their eyes on Lu Mingfei.

He stood in front of a metal cabin, doing nothing, saying nothing, and Ange and the others saw a pair of extreme golden eyes through the reflection of the glass cover.

Beowulf swore that he had never seen such a bright and pure gold, even the next generation whose head he had cut off was not one ten-thousandth as good as Lu Mingfei.

"Roar~Roar~"

The five ancient dragon slayers woke up completely. They roared and struggled in the cabin, slapped the cover frantically, and stared at Lu Mingfei with their bright red eyes, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces alive.

"Be quiet." Lu Mingfei said tiredly.

As Beowulf and the others stared at them with twitching faces, the five warriors actually lay back down and fell asleep again after a few seconds.

Beowulf pointed at Lu Mingfei with his finger, turned his head to look at Ange, and was almost laughed out of shock, "What the hell is this kid?"

Ange spread his hands, "Didn't I say it, hope!"

That night.

America.

On an island reef on the west coast, Luo Shen led a dozen corpse guards and just finished a bloody fight.

Under her was a third-generation species that was unwilling to submit to Norton. The harsh words it said before dying showed that it had belonged to the King of the Earth and Mountains, Jörmungandr. No wonder it hated Chu Xin's lineage.

Suddenly, when she was about to swallow the blood of the dragon to replenish her physical strength, Luo Shen tensed up and turned her head vigilantly.

Buzz!

In an instant, she saw a dozen corpse guards being cut in half by a gust of wind-like afterimages, and the process took less than two seconds.

Then, two more sharp sounds of breaking through the air came.

Feeling the threat of death, Luo Shen hurriedly flapped her wings, but before she could fly, she felt that her wings had lost their senses. She was shocked to find that it was actually two humans holding alchemical swords, one on the left and one on the right, who cut off the wings on both sides, and the location of the cut was just the root of the wing bone that was not protected by the bronze armor.

Whoosh!

The third person appeared, his body suddenly expanded to a height of three meters, and he jumped over with a bloody alchemical battle axe.

Luo Shen hurriedly twisted his body like a whirlwind, and used his dragon tail and dragon claws to attack instead of defend, trying to force back the three dragon slayers.

However, they did not retreat at all, and they jumped and slid continuously with red eyes and sharp skills, leaving dense wounds on Luo Shen's exposed flesh.

Bang!

Luoshen threw one person away and then bit him. Unexpectedly, the other person jumped up and rushed into her mouth bravely even though one of his legs was broken. He instantly crushed her tongue, then stabbed her brain with a knife and released the "Word Spirit·Junyan".

The other two also took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. In the blink of an eye, they pierced Luoshen's abdomen and cut a thick bloody wound on her neck.

Puff——

In less than two minutes, Luoshen fell to the ground powerlessly, covered with wounds and bleeding.

The axe-wielding warrior cut off her head neatly and buried his head in the thick artery to suck the hot dragon blood crazily.

The three of them were the ancestors of the Beowulf family. The axe-wielder was the previous head of the family two hundred years ago, and the other two were his younger brothers. (End of this chapter)