Genji Heavy Industries Building, central Tokyo, 38th floor VIP reception suite.

Lu Mingfei and the three of them received a friendly reception from the Japanese branch, exclusive decoration style room, on-call service, what you want to eat only need to be written on the menu, and a hot meal will be delivered in less than half an hour.

The only thing that got in the way was the branch executive commissioner who was standing outside the suite.

They held on twenty-four hours a day, and when they saw Lu Mingfei opening the door, they looked like they were facing a great enemy, and nervously said that if he wanted to go out for a walk, he would need to wait for the approval of the director Yuan Zhisheng.

However, they also knew that if the other party really wanted to leave, they would not be able to stop it on their own.

The so-called house arrest is just a formality, and the beast minions inside have not been removed - the family has not disarmed the three exchange students, and those fierce weapons are still in their hands.

And they are the waiters guarding the door, responsible for delivering the best possible service to the beasts that live in the room.

If the beasts want to get out of the cage, then they can only run.

Of course, Fingal is more like a domestic pig than the beast, and enjoys it quite a bit-

It was even more comfortable than when he was in the academy, where he had to run around to the cafeteria, where free food was delivered to his door around the clock, and a cat-eared maid had been sent to feed him.

……

"OK, make sure there are no listening bands in the room, so you can discuss it with confidence."

After a day's rest, the weeping angels trio begin a second mission discussion.

"Those four pieces - let's call them the 'Black Pyramids' for now, I sent their images to the Vice Chancellor yesterday, and the old drunkard just now sent back a message saying that the dragon inscription written on them was to the effect of 'Nibelungen'."

"Nibelungen ......"

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang glanced at each other, and their thoughts invariably returned to the night when the rain fell wildly.

The non-real-world elevated highway "0", where Lu Mingfei wreaked havoc on Odin and killed her eight-legged god, Maslaibunir.

"Ahem...... Please don't look at each other with affection when I'm talking—just kidding, don't be impulsive."

"In Norse mythology, the Nibelungen is also known as the land of the dead, and everything in it is dead, including the four elements that build the world, water, fire, and earth, but the fifth element, spirit, is rich in it."

"Countless alchemists have spent their lives chasing this legend, but only those chosen by the Dragon King will enter the Nibelungen alive......

Lu Mingfei raised his hand and interrupted the tirade of the reconnaissance information brothers:

"Let's get straight to the point, what do these Xenomorphs have to do with the Nibelungen?"

"The Vice Principal didn't drink all day yesterday, and he was concentrating on studying the dragon scripts and alchemy patterns on their surfaces."

"What he means is that these four black pyramids may be the alchemical objects used to construct the 'gates' of the Nibelungen."

Fingal said.

"Assembling or arranging these four things into an alchemical matrix can open a door to the Nibelungen?"

Chu Zihang asked in a low voice, staring at the four delicate pyramids placed on the cashmere carpet, the metal surface reflecting the bright sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

His hand had already pressed on the hilt of Murayu's knife, ready to suddenly return to the elevated road to fight.

"This is only the vice-principal's theoretical conjecture at the moment, and the specific situation still needs to be verified, after all, alchemy is a wonderful thing."

"And even if these things could open a door to the Nibelungen, they wouldn't open it."

"It's a special space made by dragons, like a secret house, and the entrance only appears when the owner and those he agrees to enter."

"Even if these pieces of alchemy can open a door to the Nibelungen, then we must first find out where the house is."

Fingal explained.

His ostensible mentor was Professor Guderian, but the real mentor was

The vice principal, the master alchemist of the academy, so he also has a deep understanding of alchemy.

"These things can be put directly in the safe, what is the point of Groya stuffing them into the half-breeds and Deadpool?"

Chu Zihang raised his own questions again.

"Indeed, it feels like these four alien creations have not changed much when exposed to the air."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Ah......h This involves my knowledge blind spot. Why don't we do an experiment? Let's get some blood and see what happens to these four pyramids."

Fingal scratched his head.

"Let's save the alchemy research for later. Now I just want to know what these heretics mean and where they are."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Uh...... Could it be that Gloya collected these pyramids to open the Nibelungen somewhere in Tokyo?"

"But she came to Japan four years ago...... This time span is a bit large, so there's no need to prepare for it years in advance, right?"

Fingal speculated.

"Since these creatures are useful to her, and now in our hands, how shall I take them and bring forth these evil heretics?"

Lu Mingfei picked up a black pyramid creation and played with it in his hand, his expression calm.

In the absence of intelligence and the inability to give the homeland a round of orbital strikes, then this is the only way.

The good news is that he's in control, and now it's Groya's turn and the heretic behind her to come to them.

"Now that you are still burdened with the 3.5 billion bounty of the king general, it is better to deal with these killers first, and then take the things to fish for Gloya, so that you can distinguish the two gangs."

Chu Zihang put forward his own suggestions.

"Yes."

Lu Mingfei nodded in agreement, "Then do you want to go out for a spin?" It's just the perfect time to warm up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them heard a sudden loud noise from far and near.

Rumble!

A palpable tremor followed, and Fingal drank the remaining half bottle of Coke on the table, causing ripples.

"What's the situation, Mt. Fuji is spraying?"

Fingal panicked for a while, holding his head and about to shrink under the table, but Lu Mingfei, who was stunned, reached out and grabbed the collar.

Chu Zihang walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the small window, and suddenly the sirens of countless cars outside the window filled their ears.

A large amount of black smoke poured out of the street on the ground floor, something should have exploded below, and through the thick black smoke, even Chu Zihang's extraordinary eyesight could not see clearly what was going on below.

But then, within this bird's-eye view he was in, Chu Zihang saw vehicles the size of beetles emerging from the streets and rushing towards the Genji Heavy Industries building.

The black smoke was quickly surrounded by the newly rising white smoke, and the black-clothed people who rushed down from the car threw out small iron cylinders, and the thick white smoke gushing out sealed the entire street in just a few tens of seconds.

It seems that this is not a common gas pipeline explosion accident in Japan.