Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 165: Half-Blood Monarch (Part )

When Yuan Zhinv rushed to the hospital, she was covered in blood and didn't even have time to wash.

There were four professors standing outside the ward, and she just walked straight over. When they noticed something was wrong and were about to stop her, a bright golden light flashed in the girl's eyes, and the professors froze in their places instantly.

Yuan Zhinv didn't even look at them. She pushed the door of the ward and walked in, her dark eyes full of coldness.

Yuan Zhisheng was lying on the bed at this time, his face pale and covered in blood. Finkel was sitting beside the bed with a bandage in his hand, bandaging him. Yuan Zhinu saw the hideous wound on his shoulder at a glance.

Hearing the noise, they both looked up at the same time, and seeing the murderous look on Yuan Zhinv's face, they couldn't help but shrink their necks.

Yuan Zhinv casually placed the black box she was carrying on the bedside table with a dull sound, but her eyes were always fixed on the wound on Yuan Zhisheng's body.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled weakly at her: "I'm fine, just a minor injury."

Yuan Zhinv ignored him and looked at Finkel: "What's going on?"

Finkel spread his hands and said, "Girl, I am not omnipotent. I only found out that this guy came here by the school's exclusive express train. This means that it is not a dragon invasion. At least someone in our school is helping him."

"Then his bloodline is very strange. It far exceeds the critical blood value of a hybrid. His whole body is deformed and developing towards Deadpool, but he is much stronger than Deadpool, and he still has reason."

He paused here, with a subtle expression on his face: "This makes me think of some forbidden techniques."

"What technology?"

"Have you seen the head I sent you?" Finkel asked instead of answering, "Did you see anything unusual?"

"I was in a hurry to get here, so I didn't look carefully." Yuan Zhinv frowned: "But it doesn't look like a human."

"If it is really as I guessed, then you really can't be considered a human being. Have you ever heard of a half-blood monarch?"

"what?"

"Use special means to strengthen the bloodline of hybrids, such as dragon blood or alchemy, to break through the critical blood value of hybrids while staying awake. I heard that the academy has been researching this technology, but I haven't heard of any results yet."

Yuan Zhinv suddenly understood something: "The path of evolution?"

"You can say that, but I feel like this is only a semi-finished product."

Finkel seemed to be thinking about something, and spoke carefully: "Since the college knows about this technology, then the school directors must also know about it. No one knows to what extent they have researched it behind the scenes."

"And there is another detail today. After the monster tasted your brother's blood, it became obviously excited."

"He can take the express train to enter and leave the academy freely, and his bloodline is obviously problematic because he drinks dragon blood. This makes me think of a certain person or family..."

"Who?"

"School Board, Beowulf's House."

Seeing Yuan Zhinv frown, Fingel explained dutifully: "The Beowulf family of the school board has been the most cruel dragon slayers for thousands of years. They are staunch dragon slayers."

"They follow the ancient family motto and feed a drop of dragon blood crystal to each boy they give birth to. Only after the baby has passed the test of the poison will the family consider it useful."

"The purity of the dragon blood of the Beowulf family is so high that their descendants have already developed a dragon-like appearance, but this family rarely has out-of-control deadpools. Even if there are a few cases, they are eliminated by the family themselves."

"But they should have no reason to attack you. The Beowulf family has been full of dragon-slaying heroes for generations. They would never do anything to betray humans, so it could be some other school director family."

"But there is no doubt that this must have been done by an insider. The purpose might be to test you. Because if they really wanted to kill you, they wouldn't do it in the academy, and they wouldn't just send one guy. They have nothing to fear."

Finkel once again demonstrated his hidden talents. This seemingly careless paparazzi king seemed to know everything, but hidden under his flamboyant appearance was his meticulousness and meticulousness.

Yuan Zhinu was silent for a long time, and after a while she said softly, "I know."

Yuan Zhisheng, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up: "What should we do next? The principal should be back soon."

Yuan Zhinv turned to look at Fingel: "Thank you for this time, can you do me another favor?"

"I'll help you send your brother away?" Finkel patted his chest and assured, "It's a small matter. Just let your people come to pick him up. I will also hack the surveillance cameras in the hospital. No one will find out."

Yuan Zhinv said "hmm", picked up the black box on the bedside table and handed it to Finkel. Finkel took it curiously, but was shocked by its heavy weight and asked subconsciously: "What is this?"

"The seven deadly sins made by Norton." Yuan Zhinv opened the box with her backhand, and seven weapons of different shapes were neatly placed inside.

"Why does this look so ordinary?" asked Finkel. He seemed very interested in this cutting-edge alchemy technology.

Genji ran her finger over the blade of a knife, and instantly a fine drop of blood appeared and dripped onto the blade, but the drop of blood quickly disappeared, as if it had been swallowed up. Then the knives suddenly emitted a vibrating hum. Everyone could feel the changes in this set of swords, they came alive.

At that moment, it was as if seven hearts awakened at the same time, beating in the cold sword case. Some sounded like the ancient Qin King's music of breaking formations, some sounded like nomadic folk songs on the western grasslands, and some sounded like hymns under the banner of the Crusaders.

But just when Finkel wanted to get closer to take a closer look, Yuan Zhinv slammed the box shut, and all the noise disappeared, like a piece of music that was interrupted and stopped abruptly.

"Take this back." Gen Chinu said to Gen Chisheng.

"Give it to Norton?" Yuan Zhisheng asked. Since this set of weapons was made by Norton, returning it to him would naturally be considered returning it to its original owner.

But unexpectedly, the girl shook her head.

"No, quite the opposite." Yuan Zhinv said, "Hide it secretly, don't let him see it or touch it, give it to dad, with his bloodline he should be able to use it, keep it for emergency self-defense."

She didn't say what emergency to respond to or what self-defense to take, but Yuan Zhisheng and Finkel understood something.

They were not clear about the relationship between Yuan Zhinv and Norton, but they thought that the other party was the Dragon King after all, not the human old Tang, so it was always a good idea to keep some tricks up their sleeves.

"Change your clothes and go." Yuan Zhinv said, "Anger should be here soon."

The girl's voice was calm, without any emotion, as if it was the most normal thing in her life, but Finkel felt as if his hair stood on end for some reason, but he couldn't tell why.

Yuan Zhisheng, who was more familiar with her, had already realized something and whispered to her, "Little girl, don't be impulsive."

Yuan Zhinu did not look at him. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the expression in her eyes, and said calmly, "Let's go."

Yuan Zhisheng had no choice but to follow Finkel away, but he was obviously very worried about Yuan Zhinu's condition. He looked back every few steps, but the girl never looked up.

The ward became completely quiet. Yuan Zhinv changed into a hospital gown. Because she arrived too hastily, the wound on her chest burst open and bled again, soaking the snow-white bandage and staining the gown red, but she ignored it.

She just sat cross-legged on the bed, with the bright red long knife across her knees, quietly wiping the sharp blade. A strong smell of blood spread in the room, but it was impossible to tell whether it was from the knife or the girl.

This was what Ange saw when he opened the door.

He rushed back immediately after receiving the news. At this time, this old gentleman, who was always well-dressed, was still wearing his black suit, but his gray hair was a little messy, which seemed to be due to his frequent racing.

At this time, the news of the S-class being attacked in the academy had already exploded on the campus network of Kassel College. On the way here, he got the exact information from the vice-president. It was said that he suffered serious injuries and had burns on his hair and body.

She refused to communicate with anyone and refused to see anyone when she came to the hospital. Only Finkel came in once under the pretext of delivering something. No one else was allowed to approach her and was only allowed to ask to see the principal.

But to be honest, until they met, Angers was skeptical about this information. He didn't believe that a guy who appeared out of nowhere could cause harm to this S-level girl. After all, this girl was suspected of killing Norton.

So Ange's gaze paused on the girl's cut black hair and the large pool of blood on her chest, and finally he looked at the pale face.

Angé frowned, and he finally realized that something might have gone wrong. The girl was really injured, and seriously.

He opened his lips slightly and was about to speak when he saw the girl suddenly raise her hand, and the scarlet long knife was thrown towards his head without hesitation, with a whistling sound and fierce murderous intent, and even made a harsh sound as it cut through the air.

It was a merciless blow, with silent yet thunderous fury. If it was hit head-on, the head would probably explode and break into pieces like a watermelon.

Ange's pupils suddenly shrank, and a brilliant golden light ignited in his eyes. In an instant, the speed of the whole world slowed down.

But in this area where even bullets could be slowed down, the scarlet knife still whistled towards them with strong murderous intent and blood. It seemed that it was only delayed a tiny bit, and its speed was incredibly fast.

At the last moment, the old man narrowly avoided the knife that almost brushed his cheek, as if he was dancing cheek to cheek with the god of death. In just a moment, his back was covered with cold sweat.

The knife was inserted heavily into the wall, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread from the knife to the entire wall. In an instant, the entire wall broke into pieces, and the falling gravel made a loud noise, raising a cloud of dust.

Yuan Zhinv looked at the old man in front of her calmly, as if she were a monarch sitting on the throne: "This is the second time, because the news leaked from within the academy."

"If you can't manage this academy well, then don't be the principal. I don't mind sending you to the grave early."

"Tell me, if I want to destroy your academy and kill you and your students, how long will it take?"

Her dark eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the girl spoke word by word: "Ange, there won't be a next time."

The old man was silent for a long time. After a while, he lowered his head slightly, his old face covered in dust.

"I will give you an explanation."

"I promise."

(End of this chapter)