“…… Deal. ”

Director Akadulla's heavy breathing came from the respirator inside the suit.

Unlike Gundam, Kamen Rider, or EVA, which look awesome but don't know where to start, this S-Class provides weapon drawings that give them a solid manufacturing direction.

However, the drawings still recorded many materials and elements that they had heard of for the first time.

In the future, we will study whether we can rub them out.

"But Walter Alheim's priority for the Weeping Angels is only the equipment you provide on the drawings, and we still directly report to the school board and the headmaster in other aspects."

Director Akadullah stated in advance.

Lu Mingfei was overjoyed, this was enough.

There is a professional and top-notch technical support group responsible for building weapons and equipment, so you only need to concentrate on destroying the purification aliens as a warrior.

"Then we'd better sign a cooperation contract."

He said.

This couldn't help but remind Lu Mingfei of the rich Cult of the Mechanical God.

If you find a Golden Age Forsaken technology or item, or a fragment of an STC standard building template, you can exchange all sorts of goodies with the Mechanics.

From plasma weapons to melt weapons, to Terminator and Centurion power armor, to an entire planet.

What you can get depends on what you find.

For example, during the clean-up operation to obtain the hidden historical materials of the Great Rebellion, Lu Mingfei also found a fragment of the STC template of the weapon "Monomolecular Gravity Blade".

The warband used this fragment to exchange a batch of weapons and equipment from the Cult of the Mechanics, and even two Terminator power armors, and suddenly became a lot richer.

Of course, the Armament Department is obviously not comparable to the Cult of the Mechanicus, not only in terms of technology, but also in their neuropathy.

"When the chainsaw sword is ready, it will be ......"

After signing the contract at the entrance of the equipment department, Director Akadulla grabbed the drawings and rushed into the gate together, leaving only Lu Mingfei, who had not finished speaking.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to leave first, waiting for them to get their weapons ready.

The establishment of the "Weeping Angels" club was also very smooth, and when I heard that Lu Ming, an S-level student, wanted to create a club, the application submitted to the Academic Affairs Department was replied in less than two hours.

Then there is the venue, there are still many clubs in the Kassel Academy, in addition to the Lionheart Club and the Student Union, the kendo club, the swimming club, the sailing club, and the e-sports club......

Many student hobby clubs almost occupy affordable venues, and Chu Zihang can only rent the more luxurious but expensive Black Moon Pavilion.

When the S-class first arrived, they built their own mountain with great fanfare, which attracted the attention of many people.

Many freshmen came to visit, but they were soon dissuaded by the name of the second club of "Weeping Angel", which is the same title as the S-class self-proclaimed.

Three days have passed, and there are still only two members of the Weeping Angels Society, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

……

Professor Manstein pushed open the door to the Black Moon Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned.

A two-meter-tall painting hung high in the hall of the Black Moon Pavilion, and a holy angel with white wings on his back was watching him.

But unlike the angels of the Bible and mythology who wear holy white robes.

The angel was dressed in heavy golden armor, holding a blood-colored crystal sword in one hand and a blood-dropped-like spear in the other.

A halo of divine brilliance like the sun shone on the back of the angel's head, and behind him, a group of warriors in dark yellow strange armor armed with ancient and heavy black guns stood in battle.

In their wide, heavy black and white checkered shoulder armor, a tearful red heart was clearly visible.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Under the gaze of the angel, Chu Zihang launched the fiercest attack on Lu Mingfei.

The weapon was a training bamboo sword that he had "borrowed" from the Kendo Department, and if it was replaced with a real weapon, then he would probably have been killed by Lu Mingfei one hundred and twenty-seven times today.

He also saw Lu Mingfei's fighting skills, which were the perfect art of pursuing only efficient deprivation of life, absolutely violent, and absolutely deadly.

The robe is chopped, the full moon is cut, and the lion is revealed......

Chu Zihang tried his best, but every one of his decisive moves was dodged or blocked by the opponent.

In the next second, the blade of the bamboo sword would be lightly imprinted on his forehead or heart.

With the last blow, the bamboo sword in Lu Mingfei's hand slashed down and knocked him to the ground.

This time he attacked, and he died six more times.

"There has been a lot of progress, but your moves still have extra moves that need to be refined."

"What you need to think about is how to bring death to the enemy in the most efficient way."

Lu Mingfei calmly put away the bamboo sword, turned around and greeted Manstein, who was watching them practice:

"Hello, Professor Manstein."

“……”

The day before yesterday, Manstein had just received a letter of complaint from a number of teachers in the physical fitness class, the precision shooting class, and the cold weapon combat class.

The letter complained that Lu Mingfei, an S-level student, had never attended their classes for more than two months since the start of school, which was very disrespectful to them.

But from what he had seen with his own eyes just now, Manstein felt that Lu Ming was respecting them by not attending their classes.

"Are you here to find me, or are you looking for Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Looking for you two."

Manstein put aside the question of the complaint letter in his mind.

In the corner of the hall was a mahogany tea table, and Lu Mingfei skillfully made a cup of hot tea for Manstein.

Chu Zihang sat aside, his breathing still not calming down.

"What about Professor Guderian? Why didn't he come with you? ”

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

The silver-haired funny old professor was his and Chu Zihang's mentor, and he was said to have been a tenured professor at the University of Chicago.

Today, he is working towards becoming a tenured professor at the Kassel Academy.

"He is now pleading with Fingal in the Department of Academic Affairs to refrain from downgrading Fingal's rank to 'F'."

Manstein looked strange.

He and Guderian have been friends for many years, and when he was at the University of Chicago, he often copied Guderian's assignments until he graduated with a doctorate.

In order to promise Guderian to let Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang become his students, Manstein even offended Schneider, the head of the executive department, a little.

Because Professor Schneider also intends to recruit these two students with excellent practical skills.

Lu Mingfei nodded:

"Do you have anything to do with us?"

"Not so good news."

Manstein's expression became solemn, "Before you entered the school, there was a new development in the B-class degenerate hybrid you killed. ”

He paused for a moment before he spoke in a deep voice:

"You already know about Deadpool, right?"