I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 275

"Come on, classmate, look at this knife. It has a wide body, a thick back, and a thin blade. It kills people without even a trace of blood..."

"Director, you already used this section when I came last time." Lu Mingfei interrupted Director Akadulla's sales promotion.

"Ahem, isn't this a new classmate who hasn't heard of it?" Director Akadulla waved his hand, "Don't hinder me, I finally found someone who might be able to use this knife, so that my The work of painstaking efforts does not need to continue to be dusty..."

"Correct it, it's a hard work in the early years." Lu Mingfei added.

Director Arcadullah: ...

"That... Director, can I say something?" Fingel asked cautiously from the side.

He is not afraid of anything, but in this school, except for the equipment department itself, no one is not afraid of the equipment department, and he is no exception.

"Come on, classmate, you can raise any ideas and opinions you have!" Director Akadulla is very enthusiastic about Finger, but at least 90.00% of this enthusiasm is malicious.

"I think this knife is indeed domineering and powerful, but the villain has little knowledge and weak bones. I'm afraid it's not worthy of such a magic weapon. Why don't you consider handing it over to a more suitable person? " Fingal suggested.

"Hey! That's how humble you are!" Chief Akadullah dragged the barrier knife with one hand, and patted Fingel's shoulder vigorously with the other, "Six years ago when you were a sophomore, I I have heard of your name!"

"Huh?" Fingel thumped in his heart.

"At that time, someone told me that there was a monster with infinite strength among the students. Yan Ling was the bronze throne. Once he was on a mission in Brazil and clashed with gangsters. The limbs of the top gangsters were all broken, and even the building they used as the gang headquarters was demolished into ruins. A few of the ordinary gang members who escaped were frightened into mental hospitals, and most of them were dealt with by the school. The big trouble school spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and even the principal was alarmed."

Director Arcadullah excitedly recounted Finger's glorious deeds, and danced when he talked about the rise, as if Finger would be honored to have leveled a Brazilian gangster, but Finger just wanted to put his subordinates He snatched the barrier knife from Li and stuffed the handle into his mouth to stop him from speaking.

"Wait." Lu Mingfei said suddenly.

Fingel felt a chill in his heart—it would be much more difficult to be lazy and paddling now, and his task would probably be increased by [-]% when he got off the Bronze City.

"I want to ask, what you said, director," Lu Mingfei gestured with his hands in quotation marks, "What does "repair aftermath" mean?"

"Shut up." Director Akadullah wrote lightly.

"Hiss... cruel enough!" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

"There are hypnotists in the college who specialize in this kind of incidents. They will hypnotize the parties to make them forget the things related to the mixed races they have seen, or think that this is just a dream," Fingel said. , proactively explained, "The academy has indeed had many records affecting ordinary people in the history of its actions over the past few decades. It is not difficult for the academy to lose part of the memory, and it is considered to be dealt with if there are witnesses who make them lose their memory."

"Cut! It's boring." Lu Mingfei looked very disappointed, and Fingel wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Fingel, who lived in the college era created by Angers, did not know that the jokes made by Director Arcadulla decades ago were the routine of the Secret Party. It really made the secret party much less murderous than before.

If a pure-blooded dragon hides in a small town, it can be killed by firing an alchemy missile at the town, but if the evacuation of the town's residents in advance will make it feel the wind and run away, the college's choice is probably to send The elite team sneaked into the town to contain the dragon and organize the evacuation of the masses at the same time, and the elders of the Secret Party decades ago would not hesitate to press the launch button-if it was an operation hosted by the Beowulf family, it should still be Will shoot more shots.

Therefore, in the decades when weapons of mass destruction have flourished, it is a good thing that Angers came to power and opened the academy era, otherwise many more people would have died in this world.

Director Akadullah knows this. He is much older than he looks. Although he has not experienced the iron-blooded era, he has looked back at it, but there is no need to tell young people about it.

"At that time, someone from the equipment department went to the ruins of the violently demolished building to collect data," Director Acadura pinched Fingel's hard biceps, "That three-story building was completely used by you. It was demolished by brute force, you tore open the anti-theft door, smashed the load-bearing wall, and even twisted the barrel like a twist, the bullet was fired inside, the explosion of gunpowder and the flying projectiles could not even hurt your skin... …Such physical quality is almost close to the sixth generation of human form.”

"You speak as if you saw it with your own eyes. These are all rumors, rumors," Fingel struggled for the last time, "The news will always be gradually distorted in the process of spreading."

"But the data won't," Director Arcadura said, "This battle scene was analyzed by a senior architecture researcher in the equipment department based on the data collected and sent back from the scene. The design and construction of most important buildings, even the ice cellar and Norma's engine room."

The existence of the ice cellar is not a secret in the school. On Freedom Day, students are publicly prohibited from entering the ice cellar and taking the collections in it, but in fact, the students know little about the ice cellar except for its existence, and neither does Fingal It was the first time I knew that the big man in charge of building the ice cellar had even analyzed his battle scene, and felt a bit honored for a while.

"With your physical fitness when you activated the Bronze Throne, you must be able to use this knife with ease. Its material is very good, and the blade has undergone complicated special treatment. The huge kinetic energy and the sharpness that can easily cut through metal are enough for him to break through. The scale armor of a pure-blooded dragon," Director Arkadulla tempted, "With it, you can completely fight against the five generations of species after releasing the word spirit, and even challenge without the help of teammates. The four generations of speech spirits."

"Minister, how heavy is this knife?" Fingel asked.

"Two hundred kilograms." Director Arcadullah said.

"Pfft..." Fingel was shocked, and waved his hands again and again, "I can't move it."

"Why can't you hold it? Try it!" Lu Mingfei shouted at the side.

"I really can't lift it. I have to use my voice to move the two hundred kilograms. It's hard for me to move when I usually carry it..." Fingel shook his head crazily.

"Trash! I'm coming!"

Lu Mingfei pushed Finger away, took a step forward, and picked up the barrier knife dragged by Director Acadura. The movement was as easy as picking up a branch, waving it casually, and even playing with the knife flower, whizzing The strong wind slapped Fingel and Akadullah in the face.

Fingel was dumbfounded. Although Director Akadulla had expected Lu Mingfei's physical fitness, he couldn't help but be surprised—this strength is too outrageous. In the history of mixed races, it is possible to have this kind of strength. There are very few hybrids of strength.

"Here, take it." Lu Mingfei threw the knife to Fingel.

Finger subconsciously stretched out his hand, caught the handle of the knife with one hand, and supported the back of the knife with the other. The weight of [-] kilograms was transformed into a terrible falling force under the potential energy of gravity. Finger's upper body sank, and he almost failed to catch the knife .

Then he reacted immediately, oops...

Shouldn't have caught it.

Finger immediately pretended to be exhausted and let the knife fall to the ground, but when he raised his head, he could only see Lu Mingfei's half-smile expression and Director Akadulla's fiery eyes...

……

Upstream of the Yangtze River, near the Three Gorges, on board the Moniach.

"So that's why you brought such a big man to the operation?" Caesar sat on the wall of the ship, polishing the polished and unpretentious Dictetus—only the blade because Caesar was on the handle. It was inlaid with some kind of precious-looking wood, and a gemstone was embedded at the end.

"I don't want to either," Fingel said, "but I didn't have the room to refuse at that time. With their posture, I either carried the knife and walked away that day, or I was tied to the knife and resisted. .”

"What do you mean by being tied to a knife and resisting walking?" Old Tang asked.

"Have you ever seen a movie about cannibals? Find a wooden stick, tie the captive's limbs to the wooden stick, and then two people will carry the wooden stick, with a person hanging from the wooden stick, and wait until the tribe lights a fire and puts it on the grill." Fingal was weeping.

"Pfft..." Caesar, who was wiping Diklado, let out an inconspicuous laugh—Finger's description is too graphic, especially if the person tied up in the picture is replaced by Finger, it is extra Adds a lot of comedy.

Perhaps it is because it is true that happiness is based on the pain of others. Not only Caesar smiled, but Old Tang also showed a gloating smile, and even the corners of the mouth of a white-haired young man next to him turned up.

"Wiglaf, where are your weapons? Although Finger's weapons are exaggerated, he brought them anyway. You won't just bring thermal weapons down here, right? The underwater environment of the Bronze City does not allow us to bring too many thermal weapons... "

Caesar turned his head to look at Wiglaf and asked, this young man who wanted to fight when he saw anyone, who looked like a honey badger with albinism was the sixth member of the student annihilation team selected by Lu Mingfei.

"Here is my sword." Wiglaf touched his waist, where there was only a bare hilt.

"Alchemy weapon?" Caesar immediately responded.

Wiglaf nodded, seemingly reluctant to say more.

Caesar didn't bother to ask. Powerful alchemy weapons are very precious, and some information is quite valuable. It's natural for the holders to be reluctant to disclose—but even if it's understandable, being a teammate with a riddle is still very uncomfortable, especially A proud man like Caesar.

In particular, he regards himself, Fingel, Old Tang, and Wiglaf near the ship's rail as a "pre-battle mobilization meeting" for himself as an underwater leader to boost morale.

"Where's your weapon?" Wiglaf looked at Old Tang.

When they go into the water, they will bring hot weapons prepared by the equipment department, which is also their main means of destroying dragons, but cold weapons are also essential, so as not to be bare-handed when they need to meet the enemy with short handles-so Caesar That's why it's strange that Fingal is carrying such an exaggerated broadsword. After all, cold weapons are only for emergency use in theory. Bringing such a big guy will even affect the carrying and use of hot weapons, which is quite a bit of putting the cart before the horse. the meaning of.

"Me? It seems that brother, you still don't know about my speech spirit," Old Tang shrugged. my blade."

Old Tang really didn't understand why those sword users must control blades or flying swords. It is understandable for the ancients to do so, but why don't modern people control bullets?

Under the control of Jianyu, the bullet is a veritable ammunition that can turn. Not only can it turn, but it can even turn around. As long as there are two bullets, it can detonate the gunpowder in the air and fire the projectile by simulating a firing pin. This is not as powerful as Kuhaha The control blade is strong?

Apparently he hadn't considered how fine a person's control over the sword could be to shoot one bullet into another.

But he can.

Of course, he didn't have to do this either. His return to Bronze City wasn't like going home, but really going home.

"Everyone, what are you talking about? Do you want some drinks?" Su Xiaoqiang came from a distance with a plastic bag.

Seeing her approaching, Caesar, Fingel and even Weiglaf showed unnatural expressions on their faces.

Caesar really couldn't understand why Lu Mingfei's girlfriend's application for combat was approved, but Chu Zihang was rejected.

Of course he didn't want to work with Chu Zihang, but Lu Mingfei's girlfriend...she's still a freshman who just entered school for a month, right?Although I heard that she has attended the preparatory class, there are not a few students who have attended the preparatory class in the school. The freshman is really not suitable for such a dangerous task.

Unless she is similar to Chu Zihang in freshman year.

"Hi sister-in-law!" Old Tang greeted Su Xiaoqiang warmly.

"What's your sister-in-law? We just got engaged," Su Xiaoqiang shook his head, "Besides, you're older than Lu Mingfei, right?"

"My respect for Brother Fei comes from the bottom of my heart." Old Tang said seriously.

He didn't have the doubts of Caesar, how could Brother Fei's girlfriend be an ordinary person?Maybe they are not as strong as my sister-in-law combined.

"What would you like to drink? Coke or cocktails? There's also beer." Su Xiaoqiang raised the plastic bag in his hand.

"Beer! Thank you!" Fingel raised his hand.

"Coke, preferably iced." Old Tang said.

"It's all ice, here it is." Su Xiaoqiang gave out the Coke and beer.

"And cocktails?" Caesar showed an interested expression.

"It's in a can." Su Xiaoqiang probably knew who Caesar was, and reminded him.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing," Caesar took the canned cocktail thrown by Su Xiaoqiang, "I've never seen a brand before, I hope I won't be too disappointed."

"You are Su Xiaoqiang?" Wiglaf looked at Su Xiaoqiang with cold eyes.

"Hello, you are Wiglaf, right? Lu Mingfei mentioned you to me..." Su Xiaoqiang was cut off halfway through his greeting.

"Why do you become our teammate?" Wiglaf asked coldly.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, Old Tang pretended to drink Coke, Finger pretended to drink beer, Caesar looked at Wiglaf and Su Xiaoqiang with great interest.

"What do you mean?" Anyone who is familiar with Su Xiaoqiang knows that her temper is actually not very good.

"Literally," Wiglaf said, "I don't think you are worthy of being my teammate, or in other words, if you want to be our teammate, you must at least prove yourself first. Play a harmonica on the ground, but we will not play the harmonica on the teammate who dragged his feet and sacrificed."

Su Xiaoqiang narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)