Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 313 The Half-Blood Monarch Plan
After bidding farewell to Professor Guderian, Lu Mingfei checked the time, and it was almost noon.

When they walked out of the library, a text message from Chu Zihang happened to be sent.

"We're at school, see you in the coffee shop."

Lu Mingfei thought that apart from his uncle who was going to be in Tokyo, everyone would be reunited in Kassel soon, but he didn't know how long this peaceful day would last.

He looked up at the blue and distant summer sky, and sighed slightly.

Erika at the side stretched out her hand and lightly poked his cheek, tilted her head to look at him, and said nothing, but those clear eyes that could reflect the sky seemed to say everything.

Lu Mingfei smiled wryly: "Before 2013, I'm afraid we won't be able to live too many peaceful and peaceful days."

Erika smiled slightly, rolled up the messy hair on the side of her face, took the initiative to take Lu Mingfei's hand and walked forward.

"As long as Sakura is by my side, I'm not afraid of anything, and everyone should be the same."

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After the whistling sound of the breaking wind, streams of fire aimed at the warehouse on the shore like arrows, and a violent explosion came, and the warehouse by the lake exploded directly from it, and the scattered air flow was full of flames.

Immediately afterwards, strategic weapons such as grenades, flash bombs, and tear gas bombs were all thrown into the rising black smoke and flames.

Explosions sounded one after another, followed by the scalp-numbing muffled sound of heavy machine guns. This kind of battlefield meat grinder, which can dominate a small-scale battlefield with one shot by one person, instantly became the protagonist of the moment.

After the heavy machine gun came to an end because the belt was exhausted,
Lurking in the center of the lake with only one head showing, the commissioners of the executive department looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Captain, this firepower is too fierce, how many people did the academy support us?"

"I counted it, 24 rocket launchers fired in succession! This firepower is too fierce. I don't know if these rocket launchers have been processed by the equipment department. If mercury is added to all of them, it will definitely be enough for that dragon to drink a pot!"

"Captain, you're so proud of yourself. Just when you called, the college sent such a strong man to support you!"

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A group of landlubbers chattered excitedly in the water of the lake, but the captain at the head was a little uncertain, thinking in his heart when did the academy's support become so strong?
Could this be the power of being a widow?But if the college finds out afterwards that I don't have a fiancee and just came here, will I be thrown back...

The captain managed to calm down, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Stop blah, I'm still not sure if the other party is one of us, maybe it's Spiderman who lost his way to Peru and drew his sword to help when he saw injustice."

"Why Spider-Man? This level of firepower is obviously Iron Man!"

"I think it might be Rocket Raccoon! Look at those 24 rockets!"

"Well, I actually like Captain America better..."

"Don't be funny, even Captain America may not be able to beat me, if you don't brag or criticize, I and Captain America are [-]-[-]!"

"If you want me to say that Deadpool is the best..." The captain answered subconsciously, then stopped suddenly, blew his beard and stared, "Is this the time to talk about this? Everyone obeys the order, approach the shore, and be careful to hide , We haven’t confirmed the identity of the person.”

Forced by the authority of the captain, the group of people regretfully ended their yearning for superheroes, and then followed the captain, paddling forward with funny movements.

"Captain, there seems to be no sound." Someone suddenly whispered.

"It's just that the guns stopped, and I heard the sound of drawing a knife." The captain whispered.

They were still a long way from the warehouse, and the sound of gunfire had stopped just now, but with the enhanced hearing of 【Kama Itachi】, the captain could hear a long knife being slowly pulled out of its sheath in the rising smoke He came out, revealing his bloodthirsty nature.

"Hey, is this a hand-to-hand fight after the firepower is covered?" Someone said in shock, "Which hunk from the academy is this person?"

"Just now the captain said to draw the sword. In the past two years, Chu Zihang and Caesar have been the best swordsmen in the academy. Before that, there was a 'demon sword' who knew that Asuya was just a Japanese, so go back to Tokyo. gone."

"Aren't Chu Zihang and Caesar also in Tokyo, Japan?" Someone asked.

"Didn't Tokyo be liberated a while ago? They should have returned. Could it be that the school sent them to support us?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone cheered up. Whether it was Chu Zihang or Caesar, they were all leaders in the academy in terms of combat power. Chu Zihang was crowned the ace of the executive department in his freshman semester, and the academy sent them to support him. , which shows the importance attached to them.

"I don't know if the S-class has come." Someone said.

"Fuck you, don't mention the S-class, I'll get angry when you mention it, and don't update it every day. It's okay to perform a mission in Tokyo a while ago, and don't update it after it's over." Someone was anxious and cursed.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! I heard that someone on the forum called for the establishment of a reminder meeting, and blocked his door with a knife every day. If he does not update, he will not be given food."

The corner of the captain's mouth twitched, and he said angrily, "It's as if you've beaten S rank, and you'll all be lying down if you stare at me. Do you understand dragon blood pressure control? Didn't you watch the video of the auction?"

During the conversation, they got closer to the shore, and the captain could clearly hear the sound of blades and claws colliding and rubbing.

The voice was quick and violent, and in the blink of an eye, the person and the dragon fought more than a dozen times, and the captain raised his heart directly.

The fierce firepower just now didn't kill the dragon, and I don't know how much combat power it has left, and whether the supporting hunk can win.

"Captain, is that an exaggeration? You can't have exceeded the critical blood limit, right?" Someone said in a dull voice.

"The whole school with an S-level rating is now only the principal and Lu Mingfei, what do you think?" the captain said perfunctorily.

"No way, I remember that all the school managers are S." Someone questioned.

The captain was annoyed: "You don't think that group of adults who only "I think" and "I think" at the school board meeting can compare with the principal?"

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The sound of the breaking wind was even faster than the sound of the rocket launch just now. The light of the knife suddenly appeared. The veins in the comer's arms were swimming like thin snakes, and the knotted muscles rolled under the skin. The sharpness of this knife could almost cut off the embankment.

The dragon's pupils shrunk, shocked by the absolute and pure violence mastered by the person in front of him, which was already the power and speed of a pure-blooded dragon.

It pushed violently, and didn't choose to take it hard. It was just awakened, and it had endured a lot of indiscriminate bombing just now. If it could, it really didn't want to face this monster in human skin.

Fingel failed to strike, his figure flashed out, and his steps shattered the already cracked ground. In the billowing smoke, he raised his long knife high and swung it down.

The stern blood color was as bright and eye-catching as the splashed red dye, and the dragon roared in pain. The knife slashed across its chest obliquely from top to bottom, breaking its dragon scales, leaving a gap.

It originally wanted to retreat, but the speed of the opponent's violent attack was faster than it imagined. The blade cut open its skin, and the edge soaked in the silver amalgam poured the toxin into its blood.

Fingel succeeded with one stab, and continued to step forward with a cold expression.

This time the dragon counterattacked bloodthirstyly with a bloodthirsty look on its face. The dragon's claws grabbed Fingel's hand, which hadn't adjusted the blade, and it tried hard to crush the bones of his hand.

Finger let go of the knife in an instant, squatted sideways slightly, and hit the dragon's chest heavily with his shoulder as a cannonball, but the dragon didn't fly out under this blow, because Finger grabbed its chest with a backhand with a grinning grin. The already knotted muscles in the hand swelled again, tearing through the clothes, and the bones of the arm made a slight explosion.

"Crack!"

There was a crackling sound of hand bones.

Fingel roared, still did not let go of its hand, swung it up and rotated 1080 degrees in the air, and then slammed it towards the waste rock.

When the dragon struggled to crawl out from the pile of rubble, he uttered his words: "[Bronze Throne]! You can use this words to push your body to the point of pure blood, you are not afraid of the whole body Can't the bones bear the collapse?!"

"I've liked to eat spinach since I was a child." Fingel picked up the knife again and swung it in the air a few times. With his strength, he swung the knife like a hollow wooden stick, breaking the wind loudly.

"What?" The dragon looked blank and didn't understand what he was saying.

"I said you should be on your way." Fingel shrugged, and he brushed the blade with one hand, at this moment a black light glowed on the blade.

The black blade light greatly extended the length of the blade, and a long blade with a twisted blade and a strange shape appeared in his hand. The next moment, black flames rose from the blade.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the golden vertical pupils of the dragon suddenly retracted, and he said in horror: "[Jun Yan] or [Black Sun]?! Are you the owner of the dual-language spirit? Impossible, how can a hybrid like you have it? Dual-language spirit?!"

"Old man, the times have progressed, it's time to eat shit." Fingel took the first cigarette of the day, lit it with black smoke, and laughed with a puff of smoke.

"Have you broken through the critical blood limit?" The dragon suddenly said, "Are you the owner of the emperor's blood? Or are you qualified for the mixed-blood monarch plan?"

Fingel paused slightly with his hand holding the cigar, squinted his eyes at the dragon, and suddenly said with a smile: "It seems that I caught a big fish today?"

The dragons were silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "After so many years, they are still insisting on advancing the plan of the half-blood monarch? Are humans already strong enough to challenge the dragons by themselves?"

"There are others stronger than me." Fingel squinted his eyes, "Cooperate, I won't kill you, you go back with me, I have some questions to ask you."

"After sleeping for thousands of years, the world no longer belongs to us when we wake up..." the dragon sighed, "Is this the fate of the so-called 'abandoned clan'?"

"Sorrow or something... We have plenty of time to worry when we go back." Fingel scratched his head, unexpectedly it was still a Wen Qinglong.

The dragon slowly stood up, the membrane wings on its back had been blown up in the previous indiscriminate bombing, it was not enough to prop up the membrane wings and take off into the air, and the opponent has not given it a chance to recover.

The opponent seems to be at rest now, but it can feel the enemy's tense state at all times, and will rush up to fight it at any time.

It silently tore off the tattered and decayed clothes on its body, revealing its upper body covered with ancient totem tattoos, and a lush ancient tree grew and bloomed on its chest.

"Human, what's your name?"

"Fingal, what about you?"

"Fingal? I remember." The dragon said softly, "As for my name... Deadpool's name is never important, you don't need to remember me."

"Deadpool?" Fingel couldn't help being startled, "You call yourself Deadpool?"

He looked at the dragon in front of him suspiciously. The other party was too far away from the Deadpool he knew well. He had a clear and sound thinking logic, and he was not at all like a Deadpool swallowed by the dragon's blood gene.

"You can't understand?" the dragon murmured, "It seems that we have long been forgotten by history."

Its expression suddenly changed, it was solemn and solemn, and it was like the angry face of King Ming.

An invisible field unfolded, and all the remaining metal fragments in the field rose in mid-air, as if they were tied by invisible threads. The golden eyes were blazing, and strands of blue electric light flowed on the body surface.

This is Yan Ling【Jian Yu】!
"Junior, let me tell you that in the war with the dragons, there is no surrender or surrender, and there is always a thin line between life and death!" The dragon roared, "You haven't won yet! How can you look down on me?!"

Finger's expression became a bit serious, and at this moment, in one of his equally scorching golden pupils, the outline of the sun disc appeared faintly.

At this moment, he saw through the invisible magnetic force lines in mid-air.

Eye of Horus!
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"The battle is over." The captain said suddenly.

Everyone looked at the captain one after another, but no one said anything. They had already lurked to the shore, but no one dared to take the initiative to move forward.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't know who won." The captain coughed, "Then who, you go and see."

Then who showed vigilance and took a few steps back.

Before the captain stared and cursed, someone suddenly shouted: "Captain, the smoke needs to clear."

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look at the original location of the warehouse.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing the final winner standing here, with a tall and straight figure and strong muscles. The man held a knife in one hand and a dragon that had completely fainted in the other.

He lowered his eyes and inhaled slowly. When he exhaled, there seemed to be a sound of wind and thunder. The muscles that bulged like hills and torn his clothes slowly returned to normal, and the burning golden pupils slowly extinguished.

The captain couldn't help but murmured: "Good guy, it's really Deadpool..."

"I'm sorry, captain, that seems to be your minister?"

"That's Senior Brother Finger?! Who's going to slap me awake? When did he..."

"Snapped."

Crisp and sweet.

"Are you awake?" The captain who shot decisively and swiftly asked with concern, and the people around him withdrew their hands angrily, muttering that he is indeed a man who can be the captain, and his hand speed is fast.

The team member who knew he had made a slip of the tongue gritted his teeth and said, "I never saw you guys cooperate so actively when I borrowed money!"

The captain whistled and turned around, but the gag still didn't dispel the shock in his heart.

Applying what someone just said, when did the minister become so aggressive?
Ah, he didn’t mean that the minister is not fierce. In terms of the implementation and comprehension of the “cheap” way, the minister is also the only one in the news department where the “cheap” people gather. Otherwise, why would he be able to secure the position of the minister? for many years.

only……

The captain swallowed his saliva, wondering if the legends back then were all true?

(End of this chapter)