Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 378 Avalon

The luxurious gaming room was full of people. Mance brought the crew of the Moniaher to Vincent's room. The old captain's subordinates unloaded all their weapons and equipment and stood on the floor together.

Sasha patted Fingel's shoulder and whispered, "That little girl is really ruthless, what's her name?"

"Her name is Ling, but don't look at her short chest and small chest, her fists are harder than the bridge of your nose." Fingel listened.

Although no peace agreement has been signed yet, the two like-minded men still get along well.

But when Zero's gaze shifted over, Fingal shut his mouth tactfully, because he felt a chill from behind, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his spine.

He stood upright by the side of the gaming table and stopped talking nonsense. Mance walked into the gaming room from the elevator and sat down facing Vincent. The two stared at each other in silence.

Next, they will start negotiations. The status of the two parties in the negotiation is not equal, and Mance holds the absolute initiative in his hands.

He frowned and looked at the old captain, lit a cigar, exhaled the smoke lightly, and asked, "Are you Vincent?"

"The full name is Vincent von Andres." The old captain put his bony hands together and grinned like an old monkey whose teeth are about to fall out, "Kassel Executive Department, yes Is it?"

"You know us?"

Mance thought to himself that Vincent's surname was Ludwig in the information found by the executive department, which seemed wrong. The real surname of the old captain was Andres. Find a way to find out about his past.

"I also know why you guys came here. The only reason your college came to me is because of that."

Vincent had a confident smile on his face, as if everything was in his plan, including Cassel's lightning attack on him this time.

Mance stared at him indifferently, and asked in a low voice: "You abandoned everything and rented the YAMAL and came to the Arctic Ocean just to find the 'thing' you mentioned?"

"Of course, anyone would be interested in it, except the dead!" Vincent was full of energy, as if he had suddenly become decades younger.

"What is it?" Mance asked.

"Of course I will tell you! All these years I have been waiting for you sons of destiny!"

"If the Fuehrer is still alive. If the Fuehrer can see you with his own eyes, how happy he would be!"

Vincent suddenly went into a seizure, his eyes were red like blood, he gasped like a patient taking oxygen, his fleshy hands trembled, and he burst into tears.

Sasha sighed, stepped forward to support the old captain, patted his back, and helped him straighten out his breathing.

Sasha's movements are skilled, and it seems that this scene happens often.

"You have epilepsy?" Mance couldn't understand what Vincent was saying, and his behavior was more like a neurosis than a neurosis.

"No, I'm not sick, I'm just excited."

Vincent took a few deep breaths, took the handkerchief from Sasha, still sobbing.

"Sorry, I think I need time to calm down, please allow me to change clothes,"

"Please go ahead, but I want to tell you that any of your small actions will not work. Since you have heard of the Kassel Executive Department, you should know the consistent style of the Executive Department."

"I know, I know, all of you here are the children of destiny favored by the heavens, and have been rewarded by the heavens." Vincent nodded repeatedly.

Mance thought the old guy had some dementia, but it didn't matter, as long as he could tell what he was looking for, and Mance didn't care if he had to go back and change into a baby suit.

But when Vincent opened the locker room door and appeared in front of Mance again, he was still taken aback.

Black high leather boots, breeches tucked into the boots, a black wool jacket with shiny belt buckles, epaulets with the SS mark, and a large-brimmed hat with an eagle and a skull insignia.

The suit was so heavy that the aged Vincent could barely hold it up, but the old weasel still trudged up to Mance, raised his hands in salute, and hoarsely shouted: "Heil Hi-ler! "

Mance suddenly understood what he meant by the Führer. This guy is a remnant of the German army from World War II.

Vincent's lunch suddenly flashed before Zero's eyes, and everything was connected in series. Today is Saturday, and Vincent's lunch menu happened to be the Saturday lunch menu of the German Navy during World War II.

This man still misses those days to this day, and it seems that enjoying the same black bread and steak as before can bring him back to the past.

"Lieutenant Vincent von Andres of the SS, I pay the highest respect to all of you!" Vincent said loudly.

This scene is so absurd, a character who should have appeared in history suddenly appeared in front of your eyes.

He walked to the wall, and there was a painting covered with a black cloth on the wall, his eyes suddenly became dreamy and magnificent: "Children of Destiny, please let me reveal the last secret of the empire to you."

"Don't call us Destiny's Children, we are human just like you." Mance interrupted him.

"No, you are different from us! You have the blood of the ancient gods in your body, you have supernatural powers, and you can even call the wind and rain! The head of state has been trying to find you all the time, but now you have naturally appeared in front of me, this is the destiny! "

Vincent tore off the black cloth.

The painting suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The blue sea and the blue sky, with strange clouds flowing in the sky, mysterious light descending from the sky, illuminating the lonely stone island in the sea.

The center of the island is covered with towering trees, but the periphery of the island is semicircular, like the ancient Roman Colosseum cut from the middle. In the Colosseum, the places where VIP seats should be placed are one after another stone caves. Inside each cave is a coffin.

A small boat approached the island, and the passengers on the boat were about to land on the island. There was a coffin on the bow, and a figure tightly wrapped in white stood on the boat, like a god of death and an angel.

The painting style is very realistic, the leaves of the cypress trees and the gaps in the clouds are clearly visible, as if someone really saw the island with their own eyes, and then drew it down.

Fingel touched the scar on his forehead, and when he looked at the painting, he felt a faint burning pain.

"The name of this painting is "Island of the Dead", and the painter is the Swiss Arnold Böcklin. He painted five "Island of the Dead" in his life, and the Führer collected three of them alone. This is one of them , and the other two were burned."

Vincent spoke quietly, and threw a piece of firewood into the fireplace.

"It was April 1945. Berlin was stormed. The Führer committed suicide in the basement of the Chancellery. I remember that day very clearly. It was April 4. I was 4 years old, a member of the SS, and also the secretary of the Führer. .”

"The Fuehrer loved works of art and sacred objects during his lifetime. Most of them were burned. I tried my best to save only a small part and took them to Argentina. Some of them are hanging outside, and the other part is not so easy to trace. I sold my fortune, and that's where my fortune came from.

The most precious of these is the "Island of Death". Critics have made various comments on this painting. For example, the painter is depicting an island that does not really exist, reflecting the relationship between death and life. Harmony between... nonsense! "Vincent suddenly looked grim, "Only a great man like the head of state can see through the essence of this painting!" "

"The head of state said that this island is real! The name of that island in mythology is Avalon!"

The more Mance listened, the more he frowned.

He knew about Avalon. It was an island in Celtic mythology, and it was related to Arthur, the great king in English history.

The myth says that after King Arthur died in battle, his body took a boat to the island of Avalon, and when he got there, he would be resurrected from the dead.

Time does not flow on Avalon Island, so it is eternal, it is both the island of death and the island of life.

"So...you've been looking for Avalon in the North Pole? Based on this painting?" Mance took a deep drag on his cigar.

If it was just a farce caused by a painting, then this negotiation could have ended.

The academy wouldn't care about a remnant of Germany's obsession with restoring the empire, and the Moniacher was sent to the North Pole to hunt down dragons, not to hear a story from a man who should have been in a coffin long ago.

But Vincent didn't see that Mance was impatient, he was excited like a beast in heat, and the only thing that could stop him was to let him finish what he wanted to do.

"I believe that the Man of Destiny will be able to understand the mysteries hidden in this painting, just like the head of state!"

He tapped the leather armor on his chest, his face showing color:
"No one understands the essence of this world like him. He told me himself. According to the research on the ancient Celtic stone inscriptions, Avalon Island is located in this sea area, and even the longitude and latitude can be calculated!"

"Have you all seen the aurora, right? That is the signal that Avalon is open! The door to the island of death is open, as long as we can reach there, the head of state can be reborn!"

Tears suddenly appeared in Vincent's eyes, and he walked to the small altar under the painting.

It was actually a small hole dug out in the wall, with two silver candlesticks placed beside it, and a black box between the two candlesticks.

After saluting solemnly, Vincent took the black box back in front of everyone, and slowly opened the lid: "To...resurrect the Führer!"

On the black velvet, there is a white skull, with a badge of * stamped with silver on the top of the head, and the small words "Adolf Hitler, 20/04/1889-30/04/1945" next to it.

Fingel bumped Sasha's shoulder and asked, "Did you know that your captain hides a dead man's skull?"

Sasha shrugged and said: "If you have been on the YAMAL for 15 years like me, you will find that there is nothing strange about it. The captain sings the legendary story of the head of state with us every week.", The word "singing praises" is especially accentuated.

It is now obvious to everyone that Vincent is living in an illusion of the past, and that his entire worldview is distorted.

Sasha and the others were just employees he hired. Vincent paid for them to work, and their work included accompanying the old captain to sing praises to the long-dead empire. It was as simple as that.

"You must have been sent by destiny to assist me!" Vincent was convinced of this, "The sea area we are in now is the coordinates of Avalon, but the head of state said that Avalon will only be opened one day a year, It's Christmas, December 12th, so every Christmas I will go back and forth in this sea."

"But no matter how I search, all I see on the sea is ice floes, but today is different! I found you today, and my destiny is mine! We believe that as long as we wait here for a while and wait for the aurora to reappear, we will Can see Avalon!"

Vincent's tone was so fanatical, he held the skull as if holding the supreme holy object.

With the last bit of interest in the man drained, Mance was sure that what Vincent really needed was a therapist.

But he didn't say what was in his heart, but led his crew to the corridor outside the room.

Although Vincent was a lunatic, the painting was somewhat strange. Mance saw some familiar lines in the handwriting of the painting.

He is a master of alchemy machinery, and all the existing alchemy inscriptions are printed in his mind. When the painting was drawn, some rare dragon scripts were used, and perhaps some of them were never seen by Mance.

Leaving aside whether Avalon exists or not, according to the information he has received, Odin is hiding somewhere in the Arctic right now, and his Nibelungen is most likely within the Arctic Circle.

Mance had a hunch that the painting might have something to do with Odin

Just when he was about to ask the crew to report their findings on the YAMAL when they returned to the Moniach, a sudden change occurred.

A piercing siren sounded, and the yellow light on the top of the corridor turned on.

Every cabin on the Yamal, from the captain's club to the cabin of the most common sailor, resounded with such sirens, as if a tree full of crows began to howl at the same time.

The whole ship's alarm, the highest level of alarm, is usually issued when there is an unavoidable iceberg ahead, or the watertight cabin is seriously leaked, and sinking is inevitable.Everyone on board cannot ignore this alarm, because it is related to everyone on board, and it is related to whether you can get off the ship alive.

"What's going on! Didn't I order you to let go of your guard! The Destiny's Children are all my guests!" Vincent cursed in the room.

"Captain! It's a snake, it's a giant snake!" The guard shouted from the communication equipment.

Mance rushed into the room, and Vincent's room was monitored by every part of the cabin.

A blue-black giant snake appeared on the screen. They swam out of the black porthole, not one, but dozens or hundreds of them. On the small screen of the camera, they looked like they had grown out of a black clod. Swarm of cyan bugs.

This is not the most frightening thing, there is a camera aimed at the sea covered with ice floes.

It was a god wearing a golden mask. He stood on a lone canoe in a torn white robe, with a white mist behind him.

The fragile wooden boat moved forward little by little, the ice floe in front of him melted, and the white mist lifted a huge black shadow.

Mance's pupils shrank suddenly, because he saw clearly what the huge black shadow in the white mist was.

It was a coffin cast from an iceberg, and the coffin chamber was opened, so that the face of the owner of the coffin chamber could be seen clearly.

It was the corpse of a beluga whale, incomplete, with cut marks everywhere, and a thick layer of fat was exposed under the wound, which was filled with transparent white ice, but it was extremely rough, like an old doll with cracks, and the cotton came out of it. squeeze out,

There wasn't much blood on it, because its blood had already drained dry.

The god's boat dragged the coffin forward, as if to lead it to Avalon, just like the picture scroll of "the kingdom of death".

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