Gen Zhisheng quietly looked at the crystal palace in front of him, and it wasn't until he saw the steel skeleton emitting metallic light inside the icicles for a while that he recognized that this was Sumeru. Perhaps when researchers at the Rock Flow Research Institute and the Maruyama Construction Bureau named it unsinkable, they never imagined that it would freeze on the surface of the sea.

Without hesitation, they put on their climbing gloves, knocked open the ice that solidified on the platform, climbed up the frozen platform with their hands and feet, and quickly disappeared into the fog on the platform.

A sudden gust of wind blew on the ice, and the surrounding fog seemed to dissipate a little, revealing a figure that had been following them all along, but no one had noticed.

He carried a blood-red long knife at his waist, like a ghost, hiding the perception of a group of A-level bloodlines and more advanced and special Yuanzhi students, and hovered behind them.

"Really, you have been deceived by such a false thing, brother......" The corners of his mouth curled up like a sneering demon, "you have really become weaker." ”

He took a slight step forward, then paused suddenly. He looked up, dark golden eyes glowing with blood-red light looking deep into the steel platform once again covered in mist.

What Yuan Zhisheng could perceive, he could also perceive, and he also knew very well that the Dragon King had left here now. But it was still covered in a fog, like a place where mythical gods or immortals lived, and it exuded a terrifying feeling, as if he would be crushed if he approached it.

The dragon king is hidden in the sea, and the one they are looking for is also in the deep sea that no one can reach, so ...... What's left here?

He hesitated in place for a moment, then exhaled a white breath and sighed, "Has the Yugiri life in Tokyo degraded your perception to such an extent, brother?" I don't know what's inside, but don't die in it, brother, I'll be bothered......"

Then he turned around and walked in the direction that the frozen searchlight had been pointing. The cold wind blew, and his figure was gradually covered in mist, silently like a ghost, leaving no footprints.

……

The biting cold wind made the people in black standing on the platform shiver, even if their bloodlines were outstanding, the low and high temperatures that ordinary people couldn't stand were nothing to them. But as they get closer to a certain place, the temperature gets colder, and even they can't bear it at what is perhaps an extreme temperature.

"Find a place where you can take shelter from the wind and warm up first, and then look for the head of the Wind Demon family and the head of the Miyamoto family. The Wind Demon Family Master is a battle-hardened warrior, and the oldest family master should have detected the cold wave in advance and ordered him to hide in a safe place. Yuan Zhisheng glanced left and right, and in addition to the white mist, there was only a steel wall hidden in the mist, sealed by ice.

The thick layer of ice completely covered the Sumeru seat, the side bottoms of various identification signs were blocked, and some entrances were completely blocked, so that even those who are familiar with this place will not be able to recognize the route for a while. In such an environment where staying for a second longer could be fatal, they didn't have time to stay here and slowly dig through the ice to find the entrance.

"Young master! There are people there. The crow stopped him suddenly, and he pointed in a direction where a black shadow stood silently in the Momo Lake.

Someone drew his sword out of its sheath and shouted, "Who's there!" ”

But the whimpering wind made his voice quiet, and the figure was still there, neither fleeing nor approaching. Yuan Zhisheng held the hilt of the knife on his waist and approached carefully, then paused, looked at the figure and sighed deeply.

It's a man, but it's dead. White ice enveloped his body, keeping him in motion. He still had a confused expression on his face, and it looked like he had frozen to death before he understood what was happening.

The crow whispered in Genjisheng's ear, "It's someone from the Miyamoto family, probably a non-combatant who came here with the Iwayu Research Institute to do technical support. ”

“…… Let's take a brief break. Gen Zhisheng sighed again, and walked to the hut that the others had carved out of the thick ice in the wall to hide from the cold wind.

The others searched the platform in groups of three, looking for the gates and survivors who could enter, like the unlucky ones of the Miyamoto family just now, there seemed to be only one, so he preferred to believe that the others had gone into hiding.

Because of the dense fog and cold winds, the searchers did not dare to go too far, because of the extremely low temperature, the wireless equipment they prepared was completely ineffective, and they could only use the extremely primitive way of shouting to confirm the situation with each other.

The fire lit up, and the Yaksha lit a portable stove. Because of the suddenness of the incident, they didn't have time to prepare more things to protect them from the cold, which were all improvised from the boats near the docks. The flames didn't dispel much of the chill, but it was a little better than being exposed to the cold wind.

Flames were burning in the nearby ice, and it was impossible for anyone to be outside all the time in such a situation, even if they were half-bloods. So they used a shift system, alternating the search, although Yuan Zhisheng is the commander, but also participate in the search, even if the crow, the yaksha and the commissioners under them all said that the young master's daughter should not be involved in such rough work.

Looking at the time, Gen Zhisheng stood up and called for the crow and the yaksha to prepare to enter the fog. Just then, a drop of water fell on his shoulder. He looked up and saw that the ice on the top of the ice had melted at some point. It's still cold outside, the temperature hasn't risen in the slightest, and although the temperature in the ice cave is a little higher, the portable stove in the cave alone can't melt the ice.

As the small streams of water gradually converged on the ground, the temperature in the cave began to rise inexplicably, and the crow looked back and carefully reminded, "We seem to be leaning against a door." ”

Needless to say, Yuan Zhisheng had already seen the iron gate that began to turn red after the ice cube.

With a small "Kacha", the ice against the wall cracked, and the same opening of the crimson door seemed to spew out the blazing flames that burned everything to the ground. Along with it, there was a long knife that emitted green fluorescent streaks.

"Enemy attack ......!" Before Yaksha could shout, he was kicked away by Gen Zhisheng, and if he stayed still, the long knife would cut him in half.

Quickly pulled out the long knife on his waist, and the alchemy ancient knife boy cut in front of the fluorescent knife. Then Yuan Zhisheng was suddenly stunned for a moment, because the side of this long knife facing him was the back of the knife.

"Oh, I said don't use a knife, in case it's a friendly soldier outside the door, it's not good to get hurt." A voice that sounded a little rough and that the person who spoke might not be reliable came just listening to it.

"But you just said that you should just add more fire and burn them." Another voice came, and although it sounded a little calmer, it couldn't change the feeling of frivolity.

The voice from before said with some dissatisfaction: "No, I obviously said that I should shoot ......"

This dialogue like cross talk made Yuan Zhisheng sweat profusely, literally sweating profusely, like a napalm exploding in front of him, no one wants to face such a flame with a temperature close to 1,000 degrees. He recognized this Yan Ling, the high-risk Yan Ling Jun Yan. and the person who released the spirit of words, an outstanding student of the headquarters of Kassel Academy, Chu Zihang.

The flames gradually disappeared, the golden darkness in his eyes fell, Chu Zihang put the knife back into its sheath, and his expression was as if it was not him who had set the fire and wanted to cut people with the back of the knife just now. Only then did Yuan Zhisheng see that he had two knives hanging from his waist as well as himself.

Regaining his composure, Chu Zihang introduced himself: "Chu Zihang, one of the executive commissioners of the academy's pursuit of Leviathan this time, we have seen it on the principal's plane before. ”

The Japanese branch had been there to support the Lord of Bronze and Fire when he was revived, and on the principal's plane to Yunnan Province, Gen Zhisheng had seen this seemingly indifferent boy. Because he also uses a Japanese sword that looks a little old, Genjisheng has a very deep impression of him.

The people of the academy came faster than they did, and to everyone's surprise, they were almost right behind the Leviathan, who landed on the seat of Sumeru not long after the latter was making waves on the sea. And before that, the Japanese branch had not received any notification of their arrival at all.

Stopping the crow and Yaksha who wanted to save the driver behind him, he motioned with his eyes to the other people who heard the movement and drew their knives to put away their knives.

Putting away the knife in the same way, Gen Zhisheng stretched out his hand and said, "Although I have seen it before, I would like to introduce myself, Director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Branch, Gen Zhisheng." ”

However, a pair of large hands reached out from the side, and then the man who spoke first said in surprise, "Emma! Isn't Jie Xiaoyuan! It's been a long time since I've become a director, and if I had known this, I should have applied for an internship in Japan! ”

This Mandarin with a strong Northeast flavor made Yuan Zhisheng stunned for a while, and then saw the hairy bearded face and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand. Not an acquaintance of an acquaintance, Fingal von Frings.

After World War II, the rector, Angers, signed an education agreement with the Hachika family, under which the outstanding young people of the young generation of the Hachika family were required to go to the main campus of the Kassel Academy as exchange students or advanced students, receive education at the main academy, and return to Japan after graduation to establish and manage the Japanese branch.

The older generation believes that this is the principal's desire to use this process to make the younger generation accept Western-style ideas, and from then on, they will turn away from the family and further control Japan. But they only dare to talk behind the headmaster's back, and no matter how they oppose it, every year, there are a few or more than a dozen outstanding children of the eight families who enter the academy for further study, and Yuan Zhisheng is among them.

So he obeyed his family's admonition on the train from Chicago to the college, saying less and doing less, not high-profile and not low-key, and when he successfully mixed up with the requirements for graduation, a very familiar German sat down beside him. Not wanting to be too much of a hit, he responded to the German's remarks.

As for what happened after this, judging from the expression of Yuan Zhisheng who was a little evasive and didn't want to respond, it shouldn't be a very good memory.

"It's really excessive, Xiao Yuan, obviously we stayed up all night together, entered the Discipline Committee together, and then hung up together. But why did you end up graduating and getting the Chancellor's Scholarship, and I was going to repeat the grade to the end? Fingal grabbed Yuan Zhisheng's hand and didn't let go, like a friend who had really been separated for a long time and cried, almost wiping his snot and tears on his body.

When did this guy have that much strength? Yuan Zhisheng couldn't shake off Fingal, so he could only try to remain calm and say, "I heard another voice just now, is it your companion?" ”

"Caesar Gattuso." Caesar stepped out from behind the door and introduced himself.

Then he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I don't need to go into detail about my words, right?" I seem to be quite famous now. ”

“…… Know. Yuan Zhisheng was inexplicably silent, this name can be said to resound throughout the world of half-breeds.

Of course, there are both positive and negative reviews. The Gattuso family, who had set off a rebellion, was able to continue to stay in the secret party, in addition to the various operations of the head of the family, Pompeii, and Caesar's credit. Because the mysterious man released the news that it was he who killed Behemoth, so that the surviving members of the Gattuso family could be pardoned and he could continue to serve as the president of the college's student council.

The academy did not give a special explanation for such a news that I don't know if it was a rumor, neither admitted, but also did not deny, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be acquiescing.

……

"When we arrived here, it was frozen outside, and then the plane that sent us here dropped us off and went straight back!" Inside the docks, Fingal introduced them to the place.

Then he said with a sad face: "Do you know that one second you were on the warm beach of the Mediterranean, watching beautiful girls generously show you white thighs, and then the next second you were twisted into the plane, crossing half the world at a speed that is simply not what a human should experience, and finally being thrown from a height of six thousand meters into a fog where you can't see anything clearly?" They weren't even in a hurry to bring us passports. ”

Yuan Zhisheng nodded a little numbly, after all, the Dragon King didn't have time to wait for them to finish their passports, and they would set off from the Indian Ocean slowly after completing the entry procedures.

"I was still wearing a hospital gown in the ward, and I was carried on the plane with a bed, did I say anything?" Caesar just shrugged his shoulders like this.

However, Yuan Zhisheng looked at Chu Zihang, who was leading the way in front, and wanted to tell him that this was his family's territory, and he should be the one who led the way in front.

In between the chatter and bombardment of Fingal, he figured out the current situation, and these guys who seemed a little out of tune, but in fact were very likely out of tune, were the advance team sent by the academy to hunt down the Leviathan. And those who can take on such a task are all trump cards in the academy.

The cold-faced Chu Zihang, the chattering Fingal von Frijns, and the Caesar Gattuso, who is a little melancholy now, and will chat with you when I am depressed, and someone in the deepest part of the dockyard who is staying with the Wind Demon and Miyamoto at the moment, together form the ace combination of the Kassel Academy.