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

Chapter 166 Final Semester (I)

As the principal walked out of the dusty room, his expensive custom-made suit was inevitably covered with dust, but as an old gentleman who paid so much attention to his image, he was in no mood to care.

He did not leave the hospital, but walked to the window at the end of the corridor. The sky outside the window had turned dark, and faint white lights could be seen. Those were the street lights on the roadside.

Ange silently lit a cigar, and the scarlet light was faintly visible in the rising white smoke.

There were dragging footsteps coming from behind him, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol. Angé didn't even need to turn around to tell from the smell that this guy was drinking low-quality red wine.

The vice-president walked over unsteadily, wearing his ill-fitting denim suit that was obviously tight on his stomach, and carrying a half-drunk bottle of cheap red wine that didn't even have a label.

This is actually a very rare scene, because this guy is as lazy as a hibernating snake, curled up on the top floor of his clock tower all day long, as if he would not show up even if a dragon invaded and blew up the school. He truly turns a deaf ear to what is happening outside.

Many students of Kassel College only know the name of the vice-president but have never seen the vice-president in person. They may not have the opportunity to meet the vice-president from the time they enroll to the time they graduate. This shows how lazy this guy is and how far he has come.

Apart from his part-time job as a swimming examiner, the vice-president rarely appears in any academy-related courses. In other words, for him to take the initiative to step out of the clock tower, something as important as the beautiful girls' swimming test must have happened.

And what is happening now is indeed related to the beautiful girl, but it’s not that the beautiful girl is going to swim, but that the beautiful girl is injured.

Angers was not surprised by this man's arrival. His old but still handsome face was shrouded in white smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Hey, old friend, you look like an old father who is despised by his young and beautiful daughter and is useless." The vice-principal spoke in a genuinely joyful and eccentric tone, disrupting the somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Ange was a little amused. After a while, he sighed heavily and said in a low and suppressed voice, "Those old guys on the school board are getting more and more powerful."

"They have already shown their dissatisfaction with me, and they don't even bother to hide it." Angers took a deep puff of cigarette, "They attacked students directly in the academy. How dare they do that."

"Kassel College is someone else's property after all." The vice-president scratched his messy hair.

"They invest a lot of money every year, so it's normal for them to review their assets. Otherwise, how would they know if you, as the butler, are doing anything bad without telling them?"

For the school board, Ange, the leader of the secret party, was probably a hound they chose, responsible for leading the hounds to sniff out the traces of the dragons, and then rush up to bite these reptiles to death.

If a hound dares to bare its teeth at its master, hides its hunted prey, and protects the ferocious hounds behind it, it will be hung up and cooked into a pot of hot dog meat in the hands of the hunter to whet the appetite of the new hound leader.

However, they have not yet found a better hound leader to replace Ange, so they still maintain a superficial politeness.

But this attack on the S-class students undoubtedly gave a loud slap in the face to the principal, Angers. In his own school, his own students were attacked by his own people. If people told others about it, it would probably seem ridiculous.

"Can you find out which family did it?" Ange asked in a low voice, "I know you have a way."

"You think too highly of me, old friend." The vice-president touched his round beer belly and showed a melancholy expression: "I can only say that those big families are not free from suspicion."

"I believe you can see that they don't really want to kill S-rank. They probably just want to test her bloodline and strength. However, it is indeed a bit too much to take direct action. Now the academy discussion area is in an uproar."

As the vice-president spoke, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, tapped a few times and handed it to Angers. On it was the college discussion forum page.

There was a huge red title hanging at the top of the entire discussion area, the discussion replies below showed 99+, and new messages popped up every second.

"S-level student Ruri Kazama was attacked on campus and is suspected to be seriously injured!"

The content of the explosive title is actually quite concise. It is probably just the situation at that time that was extracted from several eyewitnesses and then exaggerated, and finally accompanied by a few pictures of the scene.

The girl in the photo was covered in blood and looked pale. Her long black hair was turned into dry yellow curls by the fire, and her school uniform was full of black holes from being burned. She stood there, but her body was shaky.

And in front of the girl was the headless mummy.

The high-definition photos clearly captured the hideous appearance of the mummy. It was obviously not a human body. It was skinny and had deformed bone spurs, just like the man-eating monster in some shoddy doomsday movies.

It was unknown how many mixed-bloods were viewing this photo at this time, perhaps far more than the students at Kassel Academy, and the comments were full of shock.

"Is this a dragon invasion? Why didn't Norma sound the alarm? Is this monster specifically looking for S-levels? Why does it feel so purposeful? Is this premeditated?"

"Shouldn't we think about how this monster got into the academy? Isn't our school known as the strongest military fortress? Why didn't we receive any news at all? Even when such a big commotion happened, no one noticed it?"

"Liuli looks badly injured, what should I do? I feel so bad. She looks like she's about to break... Damn dragons, what's Norma doing? Is the alarm system dormant?!" "The amount of bleeding must be a serious injury. This can't be faked. I heard that S-class is still in the hospital for treatment and has refused all visitors. I wonder what her condition is like now. Could she just die like this? If she died like this, it would be too unclear."

“Isn’t anyone paying attention to this monster? He looks like Deadpool, but this level of deformation and hyperplasia looks stronger than Deadpool.

"And the S-class are tough guys who can kill dragons with a single sword, but they were injured like this when facing this thing. What kind of horrible thing is this? I can't imagine that this thing appeared in the campus silently. If the S-class can't stand this, what about the others?"

……

Silent panic seemed to sweep over everyone. For a moment, the entire discussion area was filled with a depressing atmosphere. Some people were worried about S-level's injuries, while others were worried about their own safety.

The occurrence of this situation undoubtedly shows the incompetence of Principal Angers.

Sensing that his old friend seemed to be in a bad mood, the vice principal spoke carefully: "I have examined the body, and there are traces of alchemy."

"This guy must have been a hybrid before. He strengthened his bloodline by swallowing dragon blood and relied on alchemy to stabilize his sanity. His body is full of fiery dragon blood. He can no longer be considered a human."

"Does it sound familiar?" The vice-president said a few words: "Nibelungen Project."

He paused here, his expression becoming serious. "But this guy can only be considered a semi-finished product. Although his strength far exceeds that of an ordinary hybrid, there is still a possibility that he will get out of control. However, because he cannot be controlled, he is even more dangerous."

"The fact that the school board actually developed such a monstrosity makes me doubt their stance," said the vice-president.

"Those people on the board of directors cannot fight against the dragon clan. You know it, and I know it too. Only they themselves don't know. They don't understand how cruel war is, but they are already full of confidence." Angé said.

"They are even ready to take control of the world after the dragon race is completely buried, so they will not allow the bloodline that makes them feel dangerous to exist."

"Because they are already preparing to divide up the spoils of victory, and they cannot tolerate anyone who might take a piece of their spoils. But the war has just begun, and they can't wait to turn their knives against their own people."

The vice-president shrugged. "They are politicians. Politicians always think about building a new world before the war is over. It's like the United States and the Soviet Union were already thinking about how to divide their spheres of influence in Europe before they captured Berlin."

The sloppy man seemed to want to say something else, but amidst the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

The vice-president's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the man smoking the cigar. Only then did he realize that his face was pale hidden in the white mist, and that blood was dripping from his black suit.

There was no doubt that he had bleeding wounds on his body, but it was not visible because his black clothes were stained with blood until the blood dripped and hit the snow-white floor of the hospital like a wintersweet blooming in the cold wind.

"When were you injured? Is there anyone in this world who could hurt you?" The vice principal looked incredulous: "Is it Fengjian Liuli? That's not right. I just peeked at her from outside and she didn't hit you, right?"

But Angers just smiled, and it was hard to tell whether his voice was a sigh or a sigh: "Our S-level girl seems to have mastered a terrifying power again. Watching her getting stronger is like watching a knife getting sharper, but now someone wants to destroy my knife."

"It's so damn good."

The old man sighed softly, as if he didn't want to say more. He didn't even bother to treat his wound. He just turned and walked into the darkness. The bright red blood dripped onto the floor, leaving glaring marks.

"Hey, Ange," the vice-principal said behind him.

Ange stopped, without saying anything or looking back.

"I don't like the tycoons and politicians on the school board. They can sacrifice anyone for their own benefit, but it is undeniable that they still want to build a new era of hybrids and take power."

"And you are just going to bury the dragon clan. I believe that if you are given a chance, you will definitely use the mushroom cloud of a nuclear bomb to completely end the dragon clan."

"When the fire rains down from the sky, you will light a cigar and pour a glass of champagne to pay tribute to your old friends. Your life is waiting for that moment full of performance art."

The vice-president paused and whispered, "But Angé, think about it carefully. You have actually reached a dead end."

"All you want is destruction. You don't care about anything else. But who do you think you are? The goddess of vengeance? Can you fight the whole world for revenge? Even if it means being the enemy of the whole world, it doesn't matter? Forget it. No one can do that."

Ange stood in front of the dark corridor. He looked up at the sky outside the window without a trace of light. He seemed to be thinking, and his back was blurry and distant.

"You are wrong," Ange said solemnly, "It is the god of revenge."

(End of this chapter)