Senior, please don't be nervous, you're still very handsome. Silbay in front of him intimately helped He Qitian tidy up the neckline of his dress and put on a red tie.

It was the first time He Qitian had worn such a formal dress, and the gown, which was provided by the student council, was designed to combine the lace cuffs of a medieval aristocratic gown with the straight shoulders of a modern suit.

In other words, it's too awkward, He Qitian doesn't have this similar experience, and his clothes gift bag is more of a copycat brand bought on a stall.

He Qitian hesitated a little: "That, if I don't join the club, I'll stay here for a few days, that, if there is one less person in the future, isn't it too bad for the club?"

This morning as soon as I got up, Sylbe waited at the door of his room early, the time for the start of school is approaching, basically all the students have returned to the school, the day before the start of school, all the clubs know that suddenly came in a transfer student from country Z, today is their recruitment conference, in addition to recruiting new students, they specially arranged a point-to-point recruitment meeting for this transfer student, that is, He Qitian.

"It doesn't matter, it's the first time we've seen transfer students from country Z, and although we have recruited Chinese students before, it's the first time for students from country Z. Silbe blinked, this girl was one of the few people who knew He Qitian's identity, but she deliberately said that He Qitian was a transfer student.

"But with such fanfare, won't your identity be exposed?" He Qitian was still a little skeptical about the secrecy measures.

"Of course not, when you eat in the restaurant, do you think that Bill Gates is sitting next to you? You are a big hero, they would never think that this transfer student is yours~" Silbey pinned a fresh rose to his neckline, which made his whole person look so angry that it exploded.

"Are you ready?" asked Silbe.

"That...... I still ......" He Qitian was still a little hesitant, but Silbe had already opened the door in front of him with a smile and pushed He Qitian out.

A dazzling bright light came into view, and warm and friendly applause rang in my ears. In front of him was a row of students dressed differently, all of whom clapped their hands, looking at He Qitian with a curious and friendly gaze.

This kind of eager gaze made He Qitian a little unable to raise his head.

"Okay, everyone, this is the first Z nationality student of Merlin Academy, be polite and restrained, I don't want you to fight. Silbe said, and then she sat down in the middle of the crowd, and the middle of the three rows of seats was reserved for the student council, indicating the importance of the student council in the middle of the student school. It can be seen that Silbey's student union is not just a college institution.

The applause gradually stopped, and those people in different clothes began to look at He Qitian carefully, He Qitian felt that he had suddenly turned into a piece of pork, these guys seemed to be hungry recently.

"Then let's start with me, Rabbit? Oh no, if I make a move, then there will be no other societies, well, I'll have to show the dignity of the nobility, I'm willing to be the last one." At this time, sitting in the phalanx next to the student union, a leading man raised his hand.

He Qitian noticed that the students in this phalanx were generally well-dressed, but everyone looked at the other students around them with an arrogant look on their eyebrows, and the entire phalanx was covered by pride. It doesn't look like a good person. He Qitian silently pondered.

"Mouse, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb, and I don't plan to let you introduce yourself first, you put me in the back of the line, it's better to keep your mouth shut and don't say a word! It's good for each of us!" Silbey's reaction was beyond He Qitian's expectations, the girl's personality in his image was occasionally a little off-line, but she never got so angry.

The man shrugged his shoulders and nodded, "Okay, since our president has said so, what else can I say?" he glanced over the faces of these people and said with a sneer, "Then let these lowly wizards start their clumsy show first?"

As soon as these words came out, He Qitian immediately felt hostility from all over the classroom, it seemed that this person had succeeded in provoking the students of each club, but it was very strange that these students only changed their faces and did not attack on the spot.

On the other hand, there was the phalanx behind the men, the gloating smiles of the gorgeously dressed students.

He Qitian stammered a round of self-introduction, he was a little slurred, if it wasn't for Silbey's strong suggestion, he just wanted to look at the form, and then quietly choose a club he was more interested in to participate.

"Okay, Lin Xue...... Ahem, Lin, sit here, the club presidents please go up in an orderly manner to introduce their clubs, so that the new students can understand the advantages of your club, which will help the new students to join your club. Silbe stood up, summed up He Qitian's self-introduction with full majesty, and then waved his hand to He Qitian.

He Qitian sat beside her as if he was fleeing, not daring to look into the eyes of others.

The students of the club all smiled when they saw his shy appearance, and their mood was slightly calmed down by the mess just now.

The first one on the stage was an acquaintance, Miss Catherine walked to the podium, and first squeezed her eyes at He Qitian, but she didn't expect that she was not only the elite of the student union, but also the president of the club, she knew He Qitian's true identity.

"The advantage of our Gun Lovers League is ......" As soon as Catherine spoke, her grace and generosity were in stark contrast to He Qitian's shyness, this woman was just like her in battle, she was a heroic hero, but the name of this society was really weird.

"Wait, shouldn't your club be the Potions Research Association or something......" He Qitian tasted the taste, what the hell is this firearms enthusiast?

Silbe chuckled softly in his ear: "That's the case, Merlin Academy has carried out a reform before, and we have communicated with the academy in country M, thinking that modern science should also be one of our courses, so our courses also have compulsory courses for normal universities, plus some combat courses, and Senior Sister Catherine is an elder." ”

He Qitian knows this, Catherine is a senior student, and even Silbe, the president of the student council of the junior, wants to call her a senior sister, which also shows how high Silbe's personality charm is.

"Our Gun Enthusiasts League was one of the best fighting societies in the academy alongside Lord Green's Knight Servants, which proves that we are excellent, and our founder is the second generation of Sharpwing, Lorraine Sharpwing. I will definitely be able to provide Lin with some advice on combat. Here Catherine had finished her sentence and stuck out her tongue. She was actually brought over by Silbera, and it seemed that her club was full of advantages, but in fact, she knew very well that He Qitian's combat skills did not need the help of their club at all, on the contrary, she wanted He Qitian to guide the fighting techniques of the club members after joining the club.

This introduction is still going on in an orderly manner, it is true that other clubs are normal, and He Qitian has indeed taken a fancy to a few interested clubs that are biased towards research, what he lacks now is not combat skills, but his common sense of the wizarding world is basically zero.

He Qitian fell into his own thoughts, and it wasn't until Silbera pulled his sleeve that he reacted, and the introduction was not over.

Some restrained young people stood on the podium, he bowed deeply to He Qitian, and then made a comical fist salute.

"Eh......" He Qitian was confused by this play.

"Hello senior. The young man in white smiled shyly, and his face turned red in an instant.

Silbe laughed out loud, and she explained with a smile, "This is the president of the Apocalypse Society, George Joshua, he is a sophomore, so it's normal to call you senior, right?"

"Does he need my special attention?" He Qitian was a little nervous.

Sylbe grinned mischievously and pointed at him, "You'll know then." ”

"We are a community that follows God's teachings and leads people to good, and we hope that more people can join us and work hard to change the world. Joshua's voice trembled a little, and he looked even more nervous than He Qitian.

"God?" He Qitian was stunned for a moment, and this word caught his attention. How can there be believers here?

It seemed that after hearing He Qitian's words, Joshua became even more nervous, and the young man hurriedly waved his hand and said, "We...... We're not that, believers, we don't worship God, we're just believing in those mythical theories of good intentions, and ......"

That's why he's so nervous, he doesn't believe in gods, but he believes in the ideas that lead people to goodness in mythological stories, senior, you may not know, the ancestors of wizards were once hunted by hunters of the Holy See as users of black magic, so the relationship between wizards and the Holy See is not so good, and his Apocalypse Society is actually very excluded in the academy. Especially now that the whole wizarding world knows the news of the imminent resurrection of the gods, they can easily be regarded as believers on the side of the gods. Silbert said.

He Qitian nodded, and could see that this young man was indeed the kind of type who was so kind that he was a little weak, but since he was not a believer in the gods, he shouldn't be treated specially, right?

Joshua glanced at the others in the classroom, except for his members of the Apocalypse Society, the other wizards didn't look at him, and he bowed to He Qitian again in embarrassment, and was about to step off the podium.

At this time, the man before actually stood up from his position, he walked to Joshua's side briskly, and put his arm on Joshua's shoulder affectionately, it was this action that Joshua shrank back in obvious fear, but was brutally held in his arms by the man.

The man's eyes scanned between the people around him, and then he said jokingly, "Don't be in a hurry, our little saint. ”

"Carter, please let me go, that ...... I'm done. Joshua's expression was frightened, his eyes were full of terror, and he looked like a frightened little beast.

The man known as Carter plucked his ear with his little finger and sneered, "You're done, won't you? I'll add a few words to you, your club can't actually bring any progress or benefits to new students at all, because you just want that extra money, right?"

Hearing this, Joshua's face instantly turned pale, and he turned his gaze to the side, not daring to look at He Qitian's eyes.

"Student Lin, let me tell you, the favorite thing of this Apocalypse Society is to use the college's club funds to do some strange charitable acts, of course, I have no objection to this kind of behavior, but the funds given by the academy to carry out activities are used by them for charity, is this considered to use the college's money to be a generous good person?" Carter turned his head and looked straight at He Qitian, his eyes full of cruelty and frivolity.

He Qitian looked at this person with a serious expression, judging from his demeanor, this seemed to be the big villain in the academy.

"I ......" Joshua stammered and wanted to respond, but he couldn't say a word, and Carter held him hostage and continued: "And this time the academy has added extra funds to this student from country Z, you just want him to join the Apocalypse Society, and then you get this funding, right? I understand, Joshua, I know what the number of this funding is, I am willing to pay double the money, you will withdraw from this recruitment, right?"

Joshua was choked by Carter and couldn't speak, and Carter had already sneered and patted his face: "What a smart Joshua, you don't need to recruit new students now, and you can get double the funds, it's really a pity that your Apocalypse Society doesn't do business." ”

Piercing laughter filled the lecture hall, and Joshua's face flushed and tears seemed to shine in his eyes.

"Mouse, don't go too far! They're all classmates, what do you mean by that? It's your turn, hurry up and get out of here!" Silber snapped up and stopped Carter before Joshua could burst into tears.

Joshua pulled Carter's arm away and bowed to Silbey, "I'm sorry, President, that, I'll step back...... Exit ......"

"No, Joshua, you go first, we will still keep your place, and the last decision is made by Lin, not you. Silbe sighed and comforted.

Joshua nodded, and the members of the Apocalypse Society, dressed in white dresses, quickly left the lecture hall.

Carter shrugged, "I'm really annoyed by your botched performances, you wizards are wasting your time." ”

The man saluted He Qitian: "Carter Alexander, the president of the academy's pure-blood brotherhood, you should understand by my name that I am a descendant of Alexander the Great, and in fact, every member of our association is a noble pure-blood wizard, and these half-blood wizards are different. ”

He Qitian understood that this product should be the same as Malfoy in Harry Potter, a second-generation witch.

"Of course, I'll prove that I'm different from this ridiculous group of civilians, I won't invite you in such a dirty classroom, I have booked a place in a restaurant on Wizard Street, I graciously invite you to dinner with me, and we talk about the future and dreams in food and music. Carter stepped down from the podium and placed a gilded envelope in front of He Qitian.

His attitude made He Qitian very uncomfortable.

He Qitian raised his eyes and tried to harden his tone: "Why do you think I will accept it?"

Before Carter could speak, Carter's group of pure-blood wizard members had already accused: "This is a glory! There are no wizards in the country of Z, and you are just a half-blood mongrel! You should feel honored to be invited by us to be placed alongside us!"

Carter frowned, turned his head and scolded loudly: "I said that nobles should look like nobles, and the student union is still here, do you want others to see me laughing? Shut up! Whether or not Mr. Lin accepts my invitation depends on himself." ”

The words were high-sounding, and the shouting man under him immediately shrank back.

"How? I promise you all the highest level of enjoyment. By the way, didn't the student union assign you a translator? You can bring a translator with you, I fully respect your wishes, and you can communicate with me in Chinese. You are the first student of country Z, and winning you is of great significance to my club, so I am willing to learn from Liu Bei of country Z, even if it is not unacceptable for me to look at the thatched house three times. With that, he stood up and looked condescendingly into He Qitian's eyes.

He Qitian looked into his eyes, and Silbei said, "Classmate Lin won't be in the same league as you!"

He Qitian looked at the young man in front of him, he had a pair of brown eyes.

To everyone's surprise, He Qitian nodded: "Well, I'll go." ”

"Hey...... Learn...... Classmate, you?" said Silbert, suspecting that something was wrong with his ears.

Even Carter was stunned, he didn't expect He Qitian to suddenly agree.

"That'...... Then I look forward to your visit, the address is already written in the letter, and your translator must know where. Carter was overjoyed, and he didn't hide his smug expression, and he glared at Sylbe angrily. "Then, our rabbit will grow, I'll go first~ Hahahaha. ”

His appearance clearly felt that he had won the battle.

The rabble of the pure-blood brotherhood followed him like a victorious army and exited the classroom.

The rest of the club leaders all gave He Qitian a blank look and left one after another, it seemed that they regarded He Qitian as a villain who tended to be inflammatory.

"Senior, you ...... Although I know that you are not the kind of person who can be bought for a meal, but you ...... You're going to make everyone else despise you!" Catherine dismissed the members and joined the ranks of the Student Council, complaining to He Qitian with Silbe.

"Don't worry, I don't have a good impression of his behavior, but I think I can go and eat this time. He Qitian blinked.

"Why?" Sylbe suspected that the senior had just been decapitated by Carter, but Carter should not have such skills.

"Because...... Intuition, right?" He Qitian said hesitantly.

Silbe sighed: "Since that's the case, okay, then I'll call the translator later, you can get to know her, Sister Catherine, has Xiao Mo come to report?"

Catherine looked at her phone: "It arrived yesterday, and I have already told her about the relevant matters." ”

"Hmm, wait, it's a female translator?" He Qitian listened to the conversation between the two girls, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The translator was a girl, which He Qitian didn't expect.

Although Sylbe did not know He Qitian's intentions, she still trusted He Qitian very much, so the girl named Agnes visited He Qitian's dormitory in the evening.

It is said that she is the best student of Chinese in the academy, whether this Chinese is the best or not, He Qitian is still a little overwhelmed and embarrassed in the face of her.

"Your Excellency, can you show me the letter?" Agnes asked, looking at the Chinese in front of her, Sylbe had already told her the identity of this person, so she looked very reserved.

He Qitian handed the letter to Agnes, the letter was written in a fancy flowery style, which was different from Carter's unruly attitude, he was able to write a good handwriting, but the embarrassment was that He Qitian couldn't understand such a fancy flowery handwriting.

"His Excellency Shahlimnir Carter's taste is still ...... It's hard to put into words. Agnes looked at the letter and smiled bitterly.

He Qitian had never heard of what this Shahlimnir was, but he remembered that in Norse mythology there was a mythical pig called this name.

The boss must be an interesting person, at least no more boring than the aunt who sells noodles at the entrance of He Qitian's community.

"If we want to go, it's time for us to go, the academy won't be allowed to enter or leave after 5 o'clock, and we'll have to hurry up to Shadow Street. Agnes glanced at her watch and confirmed the time.

He Qitian didn't expect that this girl was still an impatient, and without waiting for him to reply, she took his arm affectionately and walked out, this was the first time in He Qitian's life that he had been so close to a young girl full of vitality. He thinks it's a cultural difference, at least Chinese girls don't be so generous with holding the arm of a man they meet for the first time.

Agnes is very talkative, this girl always asks this and that excitedly in Chinese along the way, she seems to be very curious about everything in China, He Qitian realizes that this girl's Chinese is really good, she has almost no accent. The two of them strolled through the academy, surrounded by students talking and laughing, if they ignored their identity as wizards, He Qitian was like returning to the university, and the time he spent in a mess.

The college counselor once told them in the first class of the semester that in college, you must not only study hard, but also fall in love once, but He Qitian obviously only did the first half of the sentence, when he graduated, whether it was a pair of classmates who went in and out, or a couple who cried so much that they were separated from each other, it made his heart a little lost.

And at this moment, far away at the end of England, somewhere in a hut.

The dragon put his feet on the table and assumed an extremely arrogant pose, where a silver-white revolver was lying quietly on the table at his feet.

The man looked at the uninvited guest who rushed into his house, his expression was extremely panicked, and he wanted to call the police or run away, but the revolver kept him from moving.

"Hello, sorry, my English is not very good, so you can make do with it. Fenglong said with a smile, but instead of looking at the rustic British farmer in front of him, his eyes were fixed on the revolver.

"Yes, yes...... What do you want to do sir, please don't hurt me, I ...... If I want money, my money is in the iron box in the cabinet behind me, and I'm just a farmer, I don't have that much money. The farmer nodded, and only wanted the unscrupulous fellow to leave quickly, and the only way to call the police was to do it later.

Fenglong looked back and glanced at the unsightly iron box on the cabinet, which was supposed to contain the farmer's hard-earned savings, and he should have found a few bills in it during his break, and went to the tavern for a drink or two and a few words with the rest of the town.

The dragon lowered his legs and finally turned his gaze to the farmer, his eyes were like a fierce god, and the farmer was stared at by him, and his body unconsciously shrank back.

"I want to know, who are you?" Fenglong picked up the revolver on the table and played with it in his hand, this action put a heavy pressure on the farmer, the interrogation was like peeling silk from a silkworm cocoon, you need to heat it with boiling water first, and then draw off those precious white silk threads little by little, which were finally woven into silk rolls and sent to the famous Silk Road, becoming an expensive luxury that made Westerners crazy.

The same goes for secrets.

"I'm Charles, listen, I'm just an ordinary farmer......" Charles's face showed a panicked look, this Chinese was like a madman, a madman is irrational.

Fenglong shook his head: "May 3rd, June 1st, June 28th, July 13th......" He reported a series of dates, and each time he reported a date, the farmer's expression changed a point, from surprise to fear, and then fear to frivolity, his face was full of contemptuous smiles, but soon his face turned pale.

"Well, it looks like we can talk properly. The revolver spun in Fenglong's hand, and soon the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the farmer, and he smiled, and looked at the farmer like he had seen an old friend for many years.

The mutation occurred at this moment, the farmer suddenly let out a low roar, his muscles swelled through his clothes, and the thin figure just now had swelled twice, turning into a black beast, and a cold and hard mane grew from under his skin, and the changes that occurred could be called genetic mutations.

The beast threw a powerful punch, its claws piercing the air with a hoarse sound, and he had been an honest peasant a moment before, but now he had become a killing machine, breathing heavily and stinking saliva dripping from between his teeth.

The dragon stretched out his leg and kicked the table, and he used the force of this kick to retreat backwards, and the wooden table flew high and slammed into the face of the giant beast, and was shattered by his punch, sending sawdust flying.

A huge gunshot rang out, Feng Long pulled the trigger, this revolver is not only a deterrent, its bullet can shatter the skull of a bison, Feng Long doesn't care if the gunfire will be heard by others, the enemy is in front, his body is not much stronger than the wooden table that was broken into pieces just now.

The bullet shattered the scattered sawdust and slammed into the beast's face, but the beast reacted incredibly fast, and it turned its head to avoid the bullet's trajectory, the silver bullet sinking into the wall behind it, and the tumbling bullet tore a fist-sized hole in the wall.

"Well, your wildness is growing, so the frequency of your cannibalism is also increasing, what's the matter? Ordinary flesh and blood can't satisfy you anymore?"

The town is not uneventful, in the past few months there have been a series of brutal cases of mutilation, the victims are mostly women, the corpses are mutilated, the body tissue is unrecognizable, the police believe that some psychopathic killer is responsible, but the truth is more terrifying than the psychopathic killer.

The beast stood upright, and he approached quickly, striking as the dragon weaved from one to the other, deftly dodging each attack, each blow enough to shatter his bones and shatter his entire body into an unsightly twisted shape. Finally the dragon's back pressed against the wall, he had no way to retreat, and the beast understood this, and he raised his claws with a triumphant smile on his face.

Fenglong didn't panic in the slightest, he smiled: "Hey, hey, if you don't hurry up and speed up the progress, I'm going to do it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the wall behind him exploded, and the dragon had already dodged to the side, and the exploded fragments rained down on the werewolf, and the flight trajectory of the fragments was calculated by someone, an accurate directional blast.

These flying stones were enough to break the blood and even fracture the heads of ordinary people, but they could not penetrate the hard fur of the werewolves, leaving only white marks of lime on them, but the pilgrims never expected a directional blast to solve these fantasy creatures. There was a roar of gunfire from outside the gap in the wall, it was the sound of several HK416s firing at the same time, the rain of bullets poured into the room through the gap, the werewolf could not dodge such a dense network of fire, his body was constantly shot, the solid fur could not prevent the bullets from tearing through his flesh, these bullets were deeply embedded in his body.

The room was filled with the smell of gunsmoke, and a suitcase was thrown into the room.

The dragon shook his head and opened the suitcase, where a long knife lay silently. The long knife had not yet been made, and there was no handle or gauntlet, so it had time to be plating with electroplating.

He held the knife, and the werewolf understood that this person was a hunter, and the people outside were just hunters who limited the hunting circle, and he was left to this man.

The freshly sharpened blade of the long knife glowed silver, and the pilgrims did not like to pursue so-called manual skills, their magicians preferred to solve problems in a scientific way, and the long knife was born from a precise mold, and the metal composition was precisely proportioned by the chemists, and they preferred the beauty of the machine rather than the expression of feelings by hand.

"Does this knife have a name?" asked the dragon with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, this is just the first prototype, what you give your apprentice will be the finished product, we can't mass-produce this thing, the name doesn't mean much to us, you know, we don't usually have such melee weapons to our operators, we don't have personnel who can fight one-on-one with the Bloodline or even werewolves, and as a weapon preparation for melee combat, this knife is too extravagant. Someone outside the wall replied, his tone full of pride and excitement, "Of course, the ritual knife is naturally more luxurious, and a ritual knife that can be used in actual combat is even more so." ”

"Sometimes I like your style, and if I wasn't too poor, I'd like you to make me a weapon. The dragon wielded its long sword, and the silver arc easily separated the dust in the air, splitting the dust scattered in the air in two.

There was a heavy breathing in the air, the shot just now did not hurt the werewolf's vital point, the beast still had strength left, but now he didn't want to do it, he just wanted to escape. He recognized the Chinese, he had heard his name in rumors, but he never believed that such a person really existed in the world, and he could make a werewolf fearful. But his instinct to roar and wail had blown up his premonition of danger.

The room was filled with smoke and dust from the explosions and shots, but the werewolf saw the silver light hidden in the smoke, and he couldn't tell if it was the knife or the man who was in danger.

A strong sense of danger destroys his sanity, and the desire to survive dominates his body, and he rushes into the smoke and throws his fists to defeat the man in order to escape.

There was a heavy thud as if two equally heavy bodies were colliding together. The werewolf's fist and the palm of the blade dragon struck together, and the strength of the two was actually comparable.

Between breaths, the dragon turned his palm into a fist, and exerted force at zero distance! Inch of strength penetrated through the body, even a bullet could not destroy the flesh, the bones were broken like branches under the influence of internal strength, the werewolf knew that this was that person, but he could not retreat. The silver light slashed neatly, the fur and bones were as fragile as cream in front of the blade, and the knife was so smooth through the solid flesh that even blood could not stain the jet-black blade.

The massive body slid into two pieces and fell to the ground, and uniformed operatives streamed in, packing the tissue into bags while cleaning the blood.

Fenglong handed the long knife to the operator who came in, and the people outside the room applauded: "It is worthy of the sword of judgment of the Round Table Council." ”

"Bah, Lorenz, you know we're not dealing with this kind of thing. Feng Long took the handkerchief handed by another operator and wiped his hands, but he was not stained with blood, "This kind of knife immortal god does not satisfy me." ”

"Because there is no data, His Excellency Galahad will make that deal with you. The people outside the door were not angry that their work was said to be "this kind of goods", the magician is an artist who sharpens his skills, such a unique weapon needs to be constantly polished to be called a masterpiece, he is very excited to have such an opportunity, although he is also honored to contribute standard equipment to the pilgrims, but he wants his department to be able to forge a world-resounding artifact, a divine weapon that can be as famous as the ancient holy sword, enough to kill the gods.

"Didn't I give you the Four Spirit Blades?" asked Fenglong.

"The technique of the Four Spirit Blades has given us a lot of inspiration, but we can't completely imitate that kind of weapon, and even if we can, it won't meet your requirements. Otherwise, why would we forge this weapon ourselves? We have no problem reforging the technology of the Four Spirit Blades. Lorenz explains, "The transfer of concepts and the creation of concepts are two different things in alchemy. ”

"Okay, have you figured out where that thing is?" Blade Dragon nodded, and he walked out of the room and hugged Lorenz cordially, it was a young man with excitement in his eyes.

Lorenz smiled and said, "Of course, that thing is in Lycia, and we have already begun to prepare the final preparations." Of course, Lord Galahad said that we were just collecting data, and now you are the only one who can kill that thing. We're here to help. ”

The dragon denied this claim: "You can kill it, Galahad just wants to throw it with the most reasonable force." You should know his temper, and he will never use four points of force for things that can be used for three points. ”

Lorenz nodded: "This is also one of the world-shattering talents of His Excellency Galahad. ”

"Talent?" Blade repeated Lorenz's words, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, we have to solve this matter within a week, and then, I hope you can finish the weapon as soon as you get the data, at least make the first version, otherwise my hapless apprentice I really don't feel at ease with him." ”

Lorenz replied confidently, "Of course, the Heaven Changing Department is the pinnacle of magic technology, and we are the most powerful magic talent in the world. Unlike the slow alchemists, we are not only more rigorous, but our efficiency is not comparable to that of the old churros who are stubborn to tradition. After all......"

"After all, 'God created the world in seven days, and one day for the man who changed the heavens was enough.'" 'Really?'" Fenglong repeated this sentence with a smile, this is the motto of this group of technicians in the Pilgrim Changing Heaven Department, unlike the hunting department led by Natasha, they are real logistics technicians, with no combat effectiveness, or almost zero combat effectiveness.

"All for the glory of His Excellency Galahad. Lorenz's eyes lit up, and every time he mentioned the name, his face showed a pilgrimage of devotion, as if a believer was chanting the name of God.

Fenglong grinned, the operators behind him had already cleaned up the scene, unscrewed the gas switch, as long as there was a little fire, the scene would turn into a gas explosion, poor Charles was just blown up in the gas and his bones were gone, anyway, it was impossible for the werewolf to have DNA archived in the hands of the police. At least he would have died as a humble farmer, and no one would have associated him with the killer of the serial murders, and perhaps someone would offer his own corn from his field at his funeral.

"What a blessing to be able to die as a human being. Fenglong said quietly.

Lorenz didn't quite understand this logic, as a human being, he still died, why did he feel happy? But he didn't dare to ask, although the dragon didn't have a shelf, he was still the sword of judgment at the round table, the same level as Lord Galahad, not to mention that he had signed an alliance with Lord Galahad, and they were allies who watched and helped each other. This is also something that Lorenz could not understand, no matter how strong a person is, he can never be compared to an organization, let alone the Pilgrims being one of the largest organizations in the world. But Lord Galahad's decision was that they would never bother, and what the Sage had done must be right, and that would never change.

"By the way, one more thing, if you really want to forge a god-killing weapon, you don't have to make it too sharp. The dragon turned his head as if remembering something, and said softly, "The sharpness of the weapon comes from its user, and instead of making it extremely sharp, it is better to let it grow with its master, and when its master grows enough to kill gods, this weapon must be worthy of such a fierce man." ”

"What do you mean......" Lorenz didn't dare to laugh at Fenglong, the man in front of him had inherited everything in China, and he naturally knew how Chinese forged divine soldiers.

"Sometimes weapons need to grow, and if the owner is too strong, it will make the weapon have no room to grow. Ah no, I just suddenly remembered that I had seen such a weapon, and that's all......" Fenglong raised his eyebrows, "Arrange a plane for me, I should go to Lycia!"