"Can you go back?" There is nothing worth spending time here except for the snow."

Lu Mingfei knelt under the low eaves and ended his quiet prayer.

"Why don't you stay here and talk for a while? Elizabeth Yin is interested in you right now."

Ange stepped on the snowflakes on the ground, and the silver Kahie lighter lit a bright flame and lit the cigar at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not interested in her."

Lu Mingfei stood up upright from the ground, and with an indifferent face, he reinserted the Jingyue Great Sword placed aside into the buckle of the windbreaker behind him.

"Okay," Ange exhaled a puff of smoke helplessly, staring at the pouring snow outside the eaves, "Speaking of which, it's almost winter vacation, and you're going back to China for the New Year, right?"

"Back."

A certain memory emerged from the depths of Lu Mingfei's heart, and he still owed Chu Zihang and the man a promise.

It's time to go back and settle accounts with that false god.

"Sounds like you've got something to attend to over there. Do you need me to approve your vacation in advance?"

"No, just follow the time."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

The location of the false god Odin is also in the Nibelungen, and in this strange realm, he can receive the powerful blessing brought by the emperor's holy radiance, and he is fully confident that he will kill the other party in the form of a saint.

"Well, let's get ready when you're done with the things at home. In the coming days, the frequency of the dragons' resurgence will increase dramatically, and we need to destroy them all."

Ange said.

"And after that? Half-breeds will be the new aliens?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head sideways, staring at Ange with a blank gaze.

"I'm not sure...... In short, the best outcome is that after the dragons are slaughtered, the half-bloods continue to settle behind the scenes of the world as their monopoly capital; What are the consequences of bad pixels...... It's the half-bloods who eat the corpses of dragons and become new dragons. Although I say that you will kill people, this is the general trend of history, and dragon slayers will eventually become evil dragons."

Ange's gaze became a little vicissitudes, even as a pure avenger, he had also imagined the future after the dragon disappeared.

"There is no distinction between old and new, aliens are aliens, and the fate of the aliens that plague humanity is only destruction."

Lu Mingfei said calmly, his eyes dancing with burning golden flames, "This is the emperor's will."

"Also, don't you really think about Elizabeth? The age gap between you is not very large, as long as she can make her like you, then her dowry is the entire Laurent family...... Don't go, I'm not done yet!"

Lu Mingfei had already walked out of the eaves, leaving only Ange with the back of the lake gradually becoming a lake in the heavy snow.

Only the red velvet wrapped around the blade of the sword is like a bright red flame, as if it is a foreshadowing of the future one day, this determination and flame to purify the alien will burn the entire world.

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Forty-eight hours after the bloodshed of Frost, Rome, Italy, the Pantheon of the Gattuso family, the Ultramarine Temple.

It was a manor house on the outskirts of Rome, an inviolable place akin to a temple for the entire Italian branch.

During the Roman period, there was indeed a temple on the land, but when it collapsed, the Gattuso family bought the ruins of the temple and the surrounding land and rebuilt it into an elaborate manor. ….

The central building retains the pillars and some of the walls of the temple, and the exterior is made of extremely plain limestone, but the inner wall is painted in pure dark blue, hence the name "Ultramarine Temple".

A handsome young man with blond hair stood respectfully at the foot of the steps, he was wearing a dark green suit and pure white gloves, and he was meticulous.

The mirror-like marble floor reflected the bright sunlight and the old faces of the old people sitting at the round table on the steps. They wore white robes, and they were as solemn as emperors who had come out of Roman history.

They were all elders of the Gattuso family, and it was said that the oldest had lived for almost four hundred years, far beyond the human lifespan

Upper limit.

They act like prophets or sages in the affairs of the family, and whenever something great happens, the family decision-makers will drive to the Panthéon and wait for the instructions of their ancestors.

Forty-eight hours ago, these elders weren't what they are now. They lay in a cryogenic chamber made of aluminum alloy, and when viewed through the observation window, their bodies looked like fossils of ancient trees, white and scarred, their muscles atrophied terribly, and their dry skin seemed to be directly wrapped around the surface of their bones.

The doctors of the Gattuso family combined modern medicine and witchcraft to invent this method of longevity, which is actually a long-term dormancy similar to the turtle breath method.

"Patsy. Gattuso," said the leader of the old men, his voice low as thunder, "where is Frost?"

"The acting head of the family is still recovering from his injuries, so I specially asked me to wake up the elders."

The young man named Patsy respectfully performed the rites of the ancient Roman audience with the emperor, and recounted the reason for awakening them under the gaze of the old people: Frost's acting head of the family had his arms cut off at the meeting of the school board, and the assailant single-handedly killed a young S-class Lu Mingfei, who had obtained his keel cross; The head of the Pompeii family, who was far away in Qinghai-Tibet, China, did not pursue the matter, but apologized to the other party.

"Looks like Ange has found the weapon he wants."

The old man Alpha whispered to himself - these old men had their own names, but after moving into the Panthéon, they abandoned their original names and only called them by code names.

Patcy lowered her head and said nothing, and the air around her fell into a brief dead silence.

The other elders suddenly turned their heads neatly at the same time to stare at the Alpha - the scene looked a little strange and terrifying.

"The majesty of the Gattuso family is not to be offended, even if Frost is only a proxy head."

"Is Ange deliberately conniving at this kid to challenge our bottom line? Maybe next time he'll rush into the Ultramarine Hall."

"Killing the next generation and obtaining the Dragonbone Cross is a treasure that cannot be ignored."

"It's time to speed up the 'Nibelungen Project,' this uncontrollable weapon will be harmful to Gattuso in the future."

……

Alpha's mind was filled with their chatter, and everyone's voice was fierce and high, like a group of dragons roaring.

It's not that they don't need to communicate with each other, but that consciousness is directly connected in some way. They waited for their brains to think in parallel, which is one of the secrets of the Panthéon.

"It's time to stop!" Alpha ended the argument with an even louder roar, "It's not time to divide the wealth yet!" ….

The other elders did not speak again.

"His appearance may herald a new dawn after the end of the apocalypse, and that's exactly what we want to see—a powerful weapon that can quickly end the kings of the dragon throne."

"Only in this way can we board the great ship to the new era before our lives run out, and start a new chapter just as Columbus set foot on the New World!"

"But this weapon has always been unreliable."

Said the old man codenamed Gama.

"It doesn't matter now," Alpha said, "that the Gattuso family will make their own weapons."

He spoke in a deep voice, as loud as a bell, and the sound surrounded Patsy's ears:

"Just do what Pompeii says, and ignore Ange's weapon."

"Besides, when Frost can handle things, let him speed up the assembly of the 'Nibelungen Project' and the 'Sword of Damnation', and select Caesar as the head of the project. Gattuso."

"Follow your will."

Patsy still didn't dare to look up.

"The keel resources needed for the plan - start with the keel cross mastered by that S-class, and the next-level keel cross is a precious treasure."

「…… Understood."

"In addition, follow up with the orthodox Chen family to determine whether the candidate they have selected is 'qualified,'" he said.

Alpha's tone was calm throughout, and he didn't seem to be at all

Frost, who cared about having his arms cut off, just gave Patcy one order after another to pass it on to Frost.

lq.

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