Chapter 435: Angers’ Farewell

It has been nearly three days since the newlyweds Caesar and Nono died.

During this period, seeing that the secret party, which has been professionally slaying dragons for three thousand years, has suffered setbacks and made no progress, countries have gradually become pessimistic, and the fighting spirit of many senior officials has declined. Instead of wasting resources on meaningless artillery fire, it is better to build a more solid underground fortress or speed up the construction of spacecraft and space stations.

Not to mention outsiders, even the four elders of the secret party have felt unprecedented pressure. All eight ancient dragon slayers have been sent out, but so far two have died in the mouth of Samson, one was killed by a large number of dragon blood monster wheels, and one sneaked into Yellowstone Park and was burned to slag by Chu Xin's fire.

The remaining four, three are from the Beowulf family, and one is from the St. George family.

Cadmus Castle.

A classical study room with only two people.

"Principal, there has been some news recently about the investigation of Chu Tianjiao before he disappeared."

Fingal opened an original wax envelope, which contained several handwritten letters, densely packed obscure text and chemical formulas, as well as hand-drawn illustrations of human and dragon bodies, and thesis-like summaries.

"Although I can't quite understand it, this mysterious organization that has been hiding in the depths of darkness is more terrifying than we imagined. Their spies are probably all over the world and in all walks of life." Fingel continued.

Anger took the papers and said faintly: "Chu Tianjiao may have touched this organization at the beginning, so he disappeared inexplicably. But where did these come from?"

"Although it has been a long time, the commissioner in charge of this matter has not rested. Perhaps the recent situation has become more serious. They found some abandoned underground secret rooms through the few words left by Chu Tianjiao. This unopened envelope is the only harvest. It was sent over immediately after receiving it." Fingel replied.

"This paper is unusual," Angers rubbed the extremely flexible paper, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, "It has a special fragrance."

Fingal took it and observed it carefully, "Start the investigation from this aspect?"

"No need to investigate, I happen to know this kind of paper. I used it several times when I was young, but it was discontinued not long after. But these few sheets are not like those from 70 or 80 years ago. At most, they are more than ten years old," Angers pondered, "There is only one workshop in the world that produces it, the Nightingale Duke family in England."

"Mixed-blood family?" Finkel asked again.

Angers shook his head, "Ordinary human nobles, it seems that you guessed right, the members of this organization may cover a wide range, and may have already infiltrated us."

Fingal raised his eyebrows, "Do you have any doubts?"

Angers remained silent, and several faces subconsciously appeared in his mind, basically the senior members of the school board, including Pompey Gattuso.

And his intuition told him that Pompey was indeed a little bit wrong, and there was something hidden behind his seemingly suave and unruly temperament.

Thinking of this, he got up quickly, packed up briefly and went out, "Take good care of Lu Mingfei. Although I don't know how to make him stronger, remember that he is our last hope."

"Okay!" Finkel waved his hand and smiled.

Tap, tap, tap~

Ten minutes later, three helicopters took off, accompanied by Angers and one of the elders, Sigurd, and the Sigurd family's special guard team, heading to England across the sea.

The destination was the Nightingale Duke's Manor on the top of Glen Mountain in Manchester.

But before they arrived, they were instantly locked, and the dashboard kept beeping.

Swoosh!

One after another, the interceptor missiles were launched and collided with the surface-to-air missiles that rose from the ground.

"It's the British Army's air defense system!"

"What's going on? We're allowed to pass!"

"I don't know, anyway, retreat first!"

"Oh my god, we only have three planes, is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"

Outside the shaking window, dense anti-aircraft missiles came from far and near, forming a terrible skynet.

Beep beep~

"Our signal is blocked!"

"Norma, notify the headquarters immediately!"

"Norma has no response, an unknown system has taken over all our channels!"

"White Dove No. 3 was hit and is about to make a hard landing!"

Bang——

The flames shot up into the sky, and a helicopter crashed. Fortunately, more than a dozen mixed-bloods jumped out with parachutes and scattered safely everywhere.

But immediately, fierce gunfire sounded on the ground.

"Principal, enemy attack! It's an ambush! It's an ambush!"

"Fuck! The enemy is the Corpse Guard and the Deadpool!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Dragon! Pure-blooded dragon!"

Without waiting for the other two helicopters to retreat, a 20-meter-long blue dragon rose from a lush valley, its wings stirring up a violent gust of wind, forming dozens of wind blades that slashed out.

Bang!

Another helicopter was destroyed, and the cut surface was cut into pieces smoothly.

"Word Spirit·Eye of the Wind King."

The dragon chanted the dragon script, and the next second it released a rapidly rising tornado, engulfing the only remaining helicopter.

Whoosh!

A figure resolutely jumped down, holding an alchemical long sword and swooping down. It was a dragon-slaying warrior from the Beowulf family.

He laughed bloodthirstily, and the laughter reached the dragon's ears, which made the latter's heart tighten, as if it was stared at by an evil ghost.

Feeling threatened, the dragon no longer obsessed with the helicopter and immediately changed the enemy.

"Luckily I brought a bodyguard, otherwise we would both be dead today." Sigurd grabbed the handrail, still in shock.

The helicopter stabilized and returned without saying a word.

It had not flown for half a minute when it suddenly braked in midair.

The pilot stared at the sky in front of him in horror, "Principal, look!"

Everyone in the cabin rushed into the cockpit, their eyes all looking out the windshield, focusing on a man flapping his dragon wings.

"Pompeii~"

Angers widened his eyes, and all the vague thoughts became clear in his mind.

"Attack!" Sigurd yelled.

Bang, bang, bang!

The machine guns and missiles were ejected together.

"Word Spirit·Wind Burial." Odin murmured softly.

As the words fell, thousands of winds swept through, cutting off all the incoming shells, and then neatly cut the helicopter into pieces, turning it into bloody iron sheets in an instant.

Only Ange and Sigurd survived among the dozen people, and it was thanks to the former that he activated "Word Spirit·Time Zero", otherwise the two would have been killed instantly.

They fell freely into a river, and then tried their best to escape.

"I didn't want to do anything to you, but you chose to die by investigating something you shouldn't touch," Odin said, raising his right arm high, "Word Spirit·Vampire Scythe!"

Instantly, hundreds of wind demons emerged and enveloped the two old men who were running at full speed.

After just one encounter, Sigurd was bled into a mummy before he could release the Word Spirit.

Buzz~

Ange jumped off the waterfall with the help of Time Zero, turned over while falling, took out the two submachine guns on his waist, and sprayed alchemical bullets.

Suddenly, he was horrified to find that he was no longer falling, and it seemed that a cloud behind him gently lifted him up, stagnantly suspended in the air.

"Are you the King of Sky and Wind?"

Ange turned his head and looked at Odin who was facing him.

"Since we have known each other for many years, yes." Odin smiled coldly.

"You have planned this for a long time, and you have concealed it from the secret party. Are you working for Norton?" Ange said deliberately.

As expected, the corners of Odin's mouth twitched subconsciously, as if he was poked in the reverse scale, "Thanks to you for recruiting Lu Mingfei into the academy, otherwise I would really be afraid of Norton."

Ange frowned, his pupils condensed, and he swung his right hand with lightning speed, and the folding knife in his hand bounced off and stabbed Odin's chest.

Puff!

The skin was torn and blood was dripping, and a beating heart appeared in the palm of his hand.

Ange lowered his head with mixed feelings, looking at his chest that was opening and closing, and finally whispered in Odin's ear: "Those who scheme and scheme are destined not to become dragon kings."

Puff!

Odin, who was poked in anger again, crushed the heart in his hand, and slapped Ange's lifeless body with his left hand.

Bang!

The whole person instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist, and the folding knife also broke and fell into the river below with the blood rain.

Before his death, Ange lamented that fate was unpredictable. He had imagined countless ways of dying, such as going to a vast battlefield to die tragically, or fighting alone with a knife, but dying in the hands of an old Yinbi Dragon King in this desolate mountain was indeed unexpected.

Forget it, I can't intervene in the next plot. It depends on you, Lu Mingfei.

"No one can stop me. Norton, Lu Mingfei, and Nidhogg will all be my stepping stones~" Odin said gloomily, but it was more like talking to himself.

After some thinking, he turned his target to Lu Mingfei!

He planned to capture and devour Lu Mingfei before he was fully awakened, so as to forcibly usurp the power of the emperor. As for the emperor's authority, he had other plans. After all, he already knew the approximate location of Nidhogg, and this operation required the use of filtering containers and other sacrifices. The process was similar to Herzog's "Road to the Gods".

"Ange has been dealt with. Don't act rashly for the time being. Keep a 24-hour surveillance on him, especially Lu Mingfei." Odin made the call.

"Okay." The person who responded was Cadmus, one of the four elders.