Dragon's Beginning kills Herzog

Chapter 81 "The Ghost, Cassel"

Ping pong!There was a sound of metal clashing.

A small knife was pulled out by Sakurai Oni from his arm, and he threw it casually, colliding with unknown metal in the waste gas factory.

"You guys are really capable!" Sakurai Oni's forehead was sweating. This was not a sign of physical exertion, but pain.

Sakurai Oni's clothes have been dyed red. Logically speaking, with such a large amount of bleeding, he should have fainted at this time, but he acted as if nothing was wrong. Through the scarred clothes, you can see that his body is intact as before. The skin makes people wonder where the blood on this body comes from.

Pulling out the last sharp iron fragment on his body, the wound became irregular. For normal people and even normal mixed races, the wound needs to be sutured to stop the bleeding.

But Sakurai Oni obviously had no intention of stitching up the wound.

The group of ferocious ghosts lying on the ground wailed continuously, and everyone looked at the Sakurai ghost as if they were looking at a monster.In fact, Sakurai Oni's performance can be called a monster, such as the irregular wound that has stopped bleeding.

If it weren't for the shallow traces, no one would have believed that there was a fatal wound here five seconds ago.Even this shallow trace is quickly disappearing.

"Monster!" Tiger swallowed his saliva, his whole body was in pain, and he was swollen from the beating. He looked at Sakurai Ghost with fear.

In fact, these fierce ghosts lying on the ground did not suffer serious injuries, at least only a very small number of people had broken bones, and the others only suffered a little bit of flesh and blood.

But none of them stood up to fight Sakurai Oni.Because they knew very well that none of them had trouble, not because they were so powerful, but because Sakurai ghost kept his hand.

In the situation where fierce ghosts are fighting for their lives, Sakurai ghosts can still control their strength and only knock them down. This is the reason why they dare not fight again. The gap between them is too great.

"I think you should be able to listen to me well now." Sakurai Ghost returned to his original position and sat again. This time, no one interrupted him. He looked down at the fierce ghosts lying on the ground, like A big villain.

"You should have also inquired about the Sakurai family, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me."

"As you have heard, I am the young master of the Sakurai family. I was before, and now our line is all extinct, except for me, including my useless father, the former head of the Sakurai family."

Sakurai Oni talked about the changes in the Sakurai family without any secret, as if he was just a spectator.

"The current Sakurai family doesn't even have the family head's surname Sakurai, and although I'm lucky enough to be alive, it's still difficult for me to compete with the Sheqi Bajia by myself."

"So, I'm here to find you, I need your power! I need the power of the entire ghost crowd!" Sakurai Oni stood up, raised his hands up, and stared at these ghosts with fiery golden pupils, exuding An extremely dangerous yet charming temperament, like a born leader of demons.

"You are so strong, how can we help you?" Heilong looked at Sakurai Ghost with complicated eyes. He had never suffered such a disastrous defeat, and his mood was complicated at this moment.

"You are indeed weak, but that's for me, and what I want is not just you, but all the ghosts, you are just the beginning, now decide, join me, integrate the ghosts, or die it's here!"

Undisguised murderous aura enveloped this group of ferocious ghosts.They had no doubt that this man would kill them.

The ghostly physical recovery ability, coupled with the brutal and bloodthirsty fighting style, left them with no choice.

"Let's join!"

"Stand up, don't you have the strength? Are you an elite hybrid? I think you are a bunch of trash!"

Kassel Academy, training room, the elite class is training.

A muscular man was scolding a group of mixed-races who had fallen to the ground. His clothes were in tatters, and many criss-crossing scars could be seen from the torn holes.

Among the people in the audience, only this instructor was still standing, and the elite hybrids he was talking about, less than forty people, all fell to the ground, wailing, and a few of them endured the pain in their bodies, but they didn't have the strength to stand up.

There was only a woman with short blood-red hair, using the wooden knife in her hand to support her body and stand. Her body was covered with bruises, even her face was no exception.

However, what is surprising is that the instructor's clothes are also torn, and there are a lot of new bruises on his body and face, but he didn't even frown.

For those elite mixed races, the wrists, exposed skin, and face are all the same bluish purple color, whether they are boys or girls, no one has preferential treatment.

"Stade, you are in the actual combat training class!"

Just when the instructor was about to continue stimulating these mixed races, a steady voice sounded, and a white-haired old man in a suit walked in.

Stadler's face was solemn and full of respect, and he couldn't see the look of scolding the students just now.

"Principal!" Stadler looked at the old man in front of him with respect in his eyes. This man with white hair was none other than Angers, the famous mixed-race world, the principal of Kassel College.

"How about this batch of mixed-race elites? Stadler." Anger stood beside Stadler. Those half-breeds who fell to the ground saw Anger's arrival, and they didn't know where the strength came from. body, without letting itself lie on the ground.

"They are still far from qualified, and they are still a bunch of cannon fodder on the battlefield. Except that Belia is a little bit of a look." Stadler said indifferently, without saving any face for this group of immature mixed races.

"Haha, Steed, they are still seedlings, we can't hold them to your standards." Angers glanced at the standing woman and nodded.

"Children, you are all great. Stadler may be a little stricter, but the students he teaches are all good hands in the executive department."

Angers encouraged the seedlings and left.Stadler followed Angers, he knew that the headmaster must have something to look for him when he came here, not the group of seedlings that can only be used as cannon fodder.

"Stade, which batch of training is this?"

"Principal, this is the fourth batch of last year, and they will soon be put into the executive department to carry out training tasks." Stadler replied respectfully, "This year's first selection has already started, wait for them to participate in the executive department After returning from the training mission, I will start a new batch of training."

"It's already the fourth batch, is it so compact?" Angers frowned, seeming a little worried.

"Yes, the secret party approved the training plan formulated by the school board." Stadler explained.

"Oh, there is such a thing, they said that they need to increase the training of newcomers, so that they can grow up faster." Anger recalled the scene of the voting decision at the beginning, and the vote was almost unanimous, except that he himself abstained.

"The secret party in Siberia has lost too much power. Although those families have not suffered much damage, the executive departments in various places have been injured, and the elite hybrids of the secret party have also suffered heavy losses."

"It's no wonder these guys want to speed up the training of newcomers."

"Stade, what is the survival rate of the first few batches of elite hybrids?" Anger is very clear why the secret party has increased the training of newcomers. After the loss of hundreds of mixed races above A level in Siberia, plus The strength shown by that guy made them feel powerless.

"About 50%, 20% disabled, and 30% dead." Stadler frowned as he frowned, and his tone fluctuated even more rarely.

Angers was silent for a while after hearing these data, "They are all good boys!"

Angers, who would do whatever it takes to avenge the Dragon Clan, couldn't help but feel sad when he heard these data.

"The disability mortality rate of the training mission is so high."

"Executive has a higher death rate," Stadler said softly.The Executive Department of this era is more brutal and direct than the later Kassel Executive Department.

If the later Executive Department was a violent organization, then the current Executive Department is a group of cold-blooded butchers, and even the only difference between them and Deadpool is that they are dragon slayers.

"The training mission has not been arranged yet, has it?"

"no"

"Well, this time I will lead the team myself."

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