"Ange!"

Ange was slapped in the back and nearly lost his balance and fell into the river under the Bridge of Sighs.

He held a boxy Bible with a black cover, and a maple leaf bookmark was sandwiched on the third page of the book of Exodus.

"As a theology student at Trinity College, your book looks like it was just bought from a store."

Meneke teased mercilessly. He knew that Ange's strategy for dealing with exams had always been to raid overnight, and this young man could break it into dozens in one night.

"It's not going to work like this, and I'd suggest swapping out the props for poetry books, Gibran, Rilke. At least lighter than the Bible. ”

Menec, tall and tall, leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Sighs, blocking most of Ange's view.

Ange simply turned around and watched the River Kang flow quietly.

Menek leaned his back against the railing and watched the people on the bridge.

Long.

"What are the arrangements for you to come here today, Lord Earl?"

Menek didn't answer, and the afterglow of the two of them faintly touched.

"That should be my question. Why are you here, Headmaster? ”

Menek, who is in his twenties, is heroic, and under the clear sky, he shines like the sun.

Ange was already silver-haired, and his iron-clad black suit couldn't hide his old age.

The bridge was bustling with singing, laughter, whistles and arguments. It fell to his ears, but it seemed extremely quiet.

"Ange, you're going to die. Same with us. ”

In the clear water of the river below the bridge, a dark and blurry image emerges.

The thug, covered in black dragon scales, is sinking powerlessly into the deep sea. The power of the dragon's blood faded little by little, and a dark red blood mist filled the water.

Shattered dragon scales detached or faded from the surface, revealing a human body that had been repeatedly pierced, with a blur of flesh and blood.

Ange looked up a little dazedly and looked across the bridge.

On a bench in the shade of a tree sat a young Chinese man. He bowed his head slightly, and he stopped writing on the letterhead.

An Indian girl in a long white dress sits on the lawn and plays a bony piccolo softly.

Some sleepy soot leaned against an oak tree, cigar in their mouth, and pondered over the blueprints of the gun.

The two energetic guys, nicknamed the Chief and the Tiger, were kicking a ball on the lawn and running faster than an antelope.

When Ange looked carefully at the teachers and students, he realized that their faces were all familiar.

"Following your and the Elders' ideas, I created the Half-Blood Academy. Angers College. ”

"You're so thick-skinned."

"Liar. It's the Kassel Academy. ”

The light on all sides gradually blurred, and only the sound of the wind in my ears was still clear.

"There is still the Lionheart in Kassel. I was a principal and teacher there for almost a hundred years, and the young students sent one dragon after another to the grave.

But perhaps, it's time to put an end to it. ”

Ange stretched out his left hand, but it was a pitch-black dragon claw, with elegant lines and hideous bone spurs.

Ange knew for himself that his bloodline had long been tainted by what was suspected to be the blood of the Black King. Ange didn't know who the boy who called himself the devil was, but he probably had a connection to the Black King.

For Deadpool, his blood is more tempting than the subspecies.

Over the years, he rarely participated in front-line missions, not because of his age, but to cover up the anomaly of his bloodline.

His power to take revenge on dragons comes from the supreme of the dragon clan. If the "devil" is the resurrected Black King, then everything he does is just a joke.

And that's not all.

The secret party has always been opposed to the doomsday faction that has split out, and the doomsday faction has been hidden for a long time. But he had been working with the Doomsday higher-ups more than twenty years earlier, and the result of the project was Lu Mingfei, a man-made dragon-slaying weapon.

And now Ange is more and more suspicious of Lu Lincheng's statement, is Lu Mingfei's situation really as simple and clear as he said?

Within the secret party, the ambitions of the Gattuso family are obvious, and even the Laurent family, who has supported him for a long time, has hidden problems. The secret partnership with Henkel is also not strong.

In order to achieve his goal of destroying the dragons, he can cooperate with anyone.

Revenge is not a straight path, but a forest. The Avengers get lost in the woods and eventually forget where they came from.

Maybe he was lost a long time ago, but he just insisted on going on his own way.

Ange has always known that Luo has a lot of things to hide, and there is no shortage of things that are very out of line. But he wasn't much better.

"For those who have lived for a long time, the metaphor of the ship of Theseus has become a horror story.

A ship tinkers with tinkering on a long voyage until all the original parts are replaced......

Having walked on the so-called road of justice, am I more like a dragon than I was in Angers in 1900? ”

Ange spoke in a flirtatious tone, as if he were joking.

He turned his head to meet Menek's gaze, the left half of his face covered in pitch-black dragon scales, and his golden vertical pupils were full of cruelty and indifference.

Time is the blade that destroys everything. Whether it's the body, the soul, the faith.

Menek: "Let's stop here. Our unfinished business, there will be heroes to reach the end. ”

The Bridge of Sighs is indeed a name for the occasion.

Ange's consciousness became more blurred, and he followed Menek to the other side of the bridge.

The day was shining brightly, the grass was green under the big trees, and his friends waved to him.

The demonic signs of a dragon slowly faded from Ange's body, and he seemed to be young again. Until he turned around and looked to the other side of the bridge.

Under the dark sky, there are dense marble tombstones. He remembered all the names on the tombstones, all the faces that were once alive.

They did not die for Angers, but for a nobler faith.

A biting cold brought Ange back to his senses. He remembered that his students were still fighting.

The night that hung over everyone's heads had not yet ushered in the moment of dawn. If they die here silently, they will even have empty tombstones.

At the next funeral, no one put their hands on the Bible to recite the eulogy, and no one released the pure white dove of peace.

His mission is not over. He could not let the young students go to the grave with him.

Ange stopped, turned, and walked to the other end of the Bridge of Sighs.

The sky was so dark, there were only tombstones on the dirt, and the smell of blood and rust came to my face. But that's where he ends.

People like him have long since lost their place in heaven.

"Never come back."

"Until the end of the world."

Ange replied softly to Menek, not looking back.

The signs of the fading dragon reappeared at this moment, several times more violent than the third blood explosion.

A violently beating heart pumps the newborn supreme blood to every corner of the body. As Ange reached the end of the Bridge of Sighs, a pitch-black dragon wing spread out from his left shoulder.

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