Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Fourfold Flame of the Monarch

On the way to the "Shi Koti" hall, Chen Wang connected his mobile phone to Bluetooth and dialed Chen Motong's mobile phone: "Chen Motong, where are you now?" Professor Schneider has just assigned you to accompany me on the defense of the Ice Cellar. ”

"Would you believe me if I was kidnapped?" , The female voice on the other end of the phone made Chen Wang stunned for at least thirty seconds, and then came up with an impulse to curse.

"You collided head-on with the invaders?" , Chen Wangqiang suppressed his anger and asked.

"Well, with the S-class freshmen, but it looks like the intruder is his friend. We were treated pretty well, at least we weren't tied up. Nuo Nuo's answer made Chen Wang inexplicably have a sense of nonsense.

I don't know why, but I feel the vibe on her side...... It seems to be quite cheerful.

Chen Wang sighed, slammed on the brakes, and the S680 emitted a piercing tire friction sound in the night sky: "Where are you now, I'll go look for you." ”

"On the mountain road outside the lab." , Nono finished briefly and hung up the phone directly.

Chen Wang calculated the distance between the laboratory and the "Shikouti" hall in his mind, breathed a sigh of relief, and then stepped on the accelerator again: "Fortunately, I didn't deviate too far from the goal." ”

The laboratory is not far from the church, after all, although the campus of Kassel Academy is huge, but in the final analysis, it is just a university, and it only took less than two minutes to reach the place Nono said when Chen Wang was full of speed.

Before he got out of the car, he first saw the Lace Girls of the Student Council, each of them with a gun in their hands, just like those goth girls in medieval comics, which looked pleasing to the eye.

It's just that I don't know why, their expressions don't look good at the moment.

Chen Wang looked in the direction they were pointing at, and immediately saw a Bugatti, which was Caesar's bet in "One Day of Freedom", and it stands to reason that he should have Lu Mingfei now.

But almost instantly, his eyes were drawn to the figure on the hood of the Bugattib rear engine.

It was a flaming humanoid that was slowly leaning down with its arms outstretched.

His pupils burned and glowed with brilliant gold, and his face seemed to be cracked, with lava flowing in the cracks.

A terrifying face slowly bloomed into a terrifying expression.

He whispered a word in a language that Chen Wang had never heard before.

But Chen Wang immediately understood, it was dragon language, and that word meant "brother".

"Damn's feelings, these intruders came to the academy in the middle of the night to recognize their relatives?" Chen Wang jumped down from the driver's seat of the S680, and it happened that at this moment, the burning figure passed by a high-voltage transformer, and the metal shell of the transformer melted instantly, and the brilliant electric spark fountain gushed to a person's height, and then the explosion turned the surrounding lawn into scorched earth.

Gunfire thundered, a dense barrage of bullets came from both sides, and the battle-trained students hid behind the buildings on either side of the lawn to make perfect cross-fires.

Both groups are equipped with the M4 gun family as standard, and the 5.56 mm caliber steel core bullet is fired at a rate of 900 rounds per minute, and the magazine is emptied in an instant, and the magazine is immediately replaced and fired. The failure of the previous rounds of shooting made the person in charge of this time unprepared to make any more reservations, and Lancelot, a third-year student from France, the vice president of the Lionheart Club, commanded the raid.

"Lancelot, why are you here?" , Chen Wang saw the organization, and immediately swooped over.

"I happened to pass by here when I was on my way to the 'Poetry' hall." , Lancelot said to Chen Wang, his expression at the moment was very grim.

None of the bullets could hit the figure, and when he was about two meters away, the bullets melted, as if there was an invisible layer of dark fire there. The scorching molten steel flowed at high speed on the wall, converging more and more, and the warhead slammed into it in vain, like a swarm of moths to a flame.

In the dull sound of explosions, dozens of smoke trails headed towards the figure. They used a 40mm grenade in the M4 gun family configuration, which had the explosive power to take out an infantry fighting vehicle with a head-on hit.

The figure didn't move, but the molten steel that swirled around him moved, and the molten steel splattered in all directions, capturing all the grenades in the air, and the blast was completely radiating outward.

"Jun Yan?" , Chen Wang's face showed a look of doubt, he was a little unsure.

He once studied the "Jun Yan" with Chu Zihang, the simplest and most conservative way to break out of high-risk spirits, which is to instantly heat the air to a rare high temperature.

The problem is that the burst method of "instant heating" can't melt anything particularly hard, but the burning figure in front of him melted all the steel core bullets!

"I think he's at least of 'S' class blood, and looks like he's on the verge of getting out of control." , Chen Wang whispered to Lancelot.

At that moment, as if enraged by the attack just now, the burning figure paused, and a low chant began to echo on the lawn, and the air was filled with a burning smell that was getting thicker and thicker, and the air above the figure's head seemed to be ignited.

The power beyond the realm of human comprehension condensed there, and everyone felt the pressure.

"Fall away!" Schneider and Lancelot yelled at the same time.

"You retreat, I'll cut off!" Chen Wang jumped up, came to the burning figure with amazing bounce power, and also began to chant the ancient language - "Yan Ling, Jun Yan!" ”

Although it may be like using Jun Yan in front of this guy in front of him as a class axe, he has no better choice at the moment, and the most violent spirit he has in his hands now is the "Jun Yan" copied from Chu Zihang's body!

"When did No. 89's 'Jun Yan' become the product of such a rotten street...", Professor Guderian saw the confrontation between the two from the camera in the command room, and his expression was a little confused.

"Damn...", Professor Manstein next to him hung up the phone to the night watchman, his forehead was full of cold sweat: "The old man just told me that that guy seems to be the first generation..."

The power condensed in the two bodies exploded at the same time.

The surging flames radiated from one point and in all directions, carrying a powerful shock wave, and Lancelot, who was retreating backwards, glanced back, and it was like a sunrise in the center of the convergence of the two forces!

The figures and the position where Chen Wang stood were dozens of meters away from the nearest building, but all the glass around them shattered, and flames shot in through the window, like a fire-breathing dragon spitting out tongues of fire.

After the explosion, with them as the center, all the grass on the lawn burned and the ground turned black.

But it didn't end there, after the first round of explosions, two muffled chantings resounded on the lawn!