"There is a secondary species awakening?" Chu Tianjiao's brows furrowed, this kind of dangerous dragon whose bloodline was only planted in the first generation was not unheard of in the past history, but before those targets could wake up, the coffin was filled with mercury mercury by the secret party who knew the location in advance.

But the sleeping sub-breed and the revived sub-breed are completely different things, the dragon bloodline "stolen" by the half-breed will be suppressed unimaginably in front of the real dragon, and there was once a thinner bloodline of the third-generation breed in the recovery state that can crush the half-breed of the blood below the A level so that they can't even lift their hands.

What's more, not all half-breed spirits are high-risk or even ultra-high-risk spirits such as "Instant", "Time Zero", and "Jun Yan", and most half-breeds can rely on their own strength after being strengthened by the dragon bloodline.

"Location."

As he expected, Lu Mingfei's calm voice sounded on the side, and it seemed that he could set off on the journey of slaying the dragon at any time.

"You can kill the White King, and killing a sub-breed is almost the same as killing a chicken." Chu Tianjiao sighed in his heart, only feeling that he had spent most of his life in the Nibelungen for more than half a year.

"It's still tracking its location," Ange shook his head, "this sub-generation has awakened quite stealthily, barely causing any movement, and even now it's still hidden behind the scenes, allowing blood-inspired Deadpool to kill and not show up." ”

"You can go to Rome to rest and then set off after you determine your target location, so that you can save time crossing the Atlantic."

"Okay." Lu Mingfei nodded, and his words were still concise.

"However, some of the secret families may not want to see you appear. If even this first generation is killed by you, there's a good chance you'll have another Dragonbone Cross added to your collection. Ange chuckled softly, "In this way, you will have a very strong say in the 'Nibelungen Project'." ”

"Project Nibelungen?" Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, aroused by the name, "Can you tell me more specifically?" Is it the real world's plan to build a Nibelungen space? ”

If this is the case, he does not know whether it is better to be for or against.

The reason for the favor is very simple, the emperor's divine power can descend through the Nibelungen space constructed with spiritual elements, and he and other brothers who believe in the emperor can enter the state of "sage", and the efficiency of purifying aliens can be increased to the maximum, and no matter what kind of aliens can withstand the emperor's wrath;

The reason for the opposition is also very simple, the emperor's power can descend here, and the other evil eyes of the Supreme Heaven will also be watching here, a Ten Thousand Transformations Demon Lord is already troublesome enough, Lu Mingfei doesn't want another crazy bloodthirsty demon or a dirty impure person to come to his hometown.

"No, it's a plan to greatly enhance the half-breed individual......" Ange searched for the plan, only to find that it had been taken away by Schneider, so he had to explain in words:

"The plan to use the dragon's genes to refine biotechnology to improve the bloodline and combat effectiveness of the hybrid to the point where they can face the dragon king face to face is ......"

Lu Mingfei suddenly lost interest, he might have been excited if it had been earlier, but now he didn't need the relevant reinforcement plan.

Because there is a great emperor.

Lu Mingfei believed that the emperor who had single-handedly created the Praetorian Army, the Genetic Prototype, and Astarte would also be able to create a new type of warrior's genetic template based on the characteristics of the half-blood, and all he needed to do was to purify the Xenomorph heretics while waiting quietly.

After patiently listening to Ange's brief explanation of the "Nibelungen Plan", Lu Mingfei was about to leave without expressing politeness, but Ange stopped him again:

"One more thing, I'm sure you'll be looking forward to this."

He stood up and walked to his desk, took out a white envelope from the drawer and handed it to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei took it, and at a glance he saw several handwritten words on the front: "Principal Angers turns Lu Mingfei (receive)".

"The letter from your parents was sent from an unknown place."

Ange sat back on the couch, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Parents?"

Lu Mingfei's heart was slightly touched, pondering this ancient and unfamiliar word symbolizing family affection.

His memories of his hometown parents have been precipitated by the memories of the battle for more than a hundred years, and the influence of his parents in that cold universe is not important, and his feelings of "family affection" after being selected as Astarte have also been erased under the inculcation of surgery and combat concepts, and only the genetic prototype is their father.

The back of the envelope is painted with red fire paint, which is an ancient way of sealing letters in my hometown. He opened the letter:

Dear Mingfei,

We have received your offer of admission. We thought that the admission notice in Kassel would be delivered after your college entrance examination, but we didn't expect it to be so early.

I hope you don't get scared by the other side of the world, and I hope I can be by your side at this moment.

But unfortunately not yet, what your dad and I have been doing for almost twenty years, there is not much time left, and if I leave, it will cause some unbearable consequences. I'm an incompetent mom and I hope you can understand me.

I've heard that the principal gave you an "S" for your pedigree, and although this is something that your dad and I have long anticipated, I hope you don't put too much pressure on yourself, don't take it to heart what "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility", do what you want to do, no matter what the choice you make, I will be proud of you.

I have set a time with your dad to meet you, the year you graduated from the Kassel Academy, and we can't wait to see you in a Kassel bachelor's uniform, which must be quite handsome. But when the time comes, try not to join the executive department, and it's good to stay in the academy as a professor.

We have always loved you.

Mom, Giovanni

ps: When I wrote the letter, your father was always dictating to me asking me to write to you, but I think it's all nonsense, so I won't repeat it. Isn't it a bit selfish? Ha ha.

"You're calmer than I thought you would." Ange took a sip of black tea.

"Hmm. Where are they now? Lu Mingfei stuffed the letter back into the envelope, and Chu Tianjiao, who poked his head out and looked at it secretly, also withdrew his curious gaze.

"Another left-behind child...... But how perverted should the bloodline be for the parents who can give birth to the son who slaughtered the white king? It's impossible to be a Super Saiyan. He muttered in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Lu Mingfei, "Younger than my son, then his parents won't be much older or younger than me...... But I haven't heard of any other S-class students in the past few years......"

"Maybe it's in some uninhabited jungle in South America to explore the remnants of dragons. It's been a long time since this letter was sent, and they probably don't know that their son already has the ability to kill a single seed. Ange chuckled softly, "Need a reply?" I'll send it to you as soon as I hear from them. ”

"No need. I'll meet with them personally when I get the chance. Lu Mingfei said vigorously.

He doesn't have much affection for his parents in this world, he just wants to know something.

Although he didn't care about his physical condition, as long as his soul was holy and loyal to fight for the emperor, the emperor once said that he should "know which part of his body belonged to", since it was an order for Lu Ming to carry it out without hesitation.

Ange smiled and said nothing more.

"If nothing else, then I'll take my leave, I need to prepare something." After Lu Mingfei said goodbye politely, he turned around and left, Chu Tianjiao was entangled for a few seconds, and then first whispered to the principal, "I'll come back to you again" and then quickly followed Lu Mingfei.

Watching the backs of the two of them walk down the stairs, Principal Angers finished his second cup of black tea and got up again and walked back to his desk. He seemed to have a sense of it, and pulled out another drawer and pulled out a gray folder.

The folder was fluttering, and there didn't seem to be much in it, and Ange slowly unsealed it, and pulled out two pages of drawing paper.

The lines on the paper are fine and lifelike. A boy sits on a high platform, dressed in a delicate little suit and square-cuffed leather shoes, with his feet dangling and a happy smile on his face.

Beside him stood a warrior as tall as a giant with heavy armor, a thick black and white checkered shoulder armor with a tearful red heart in the center.

Ange stared in silence for a long time, his eyes revealing the long-lost emotions of an old friend who had not seen him for many years, but at the same time it was a little complicated.

Then, he turned to the second page.

On the second page, there is a personal drawing of a boy wearing a Greek laurel wreath on his forehead tilted his head slightly, his eyes that seemed to be able to see through the paper and meet Ange's.

Noble, holy, unfathomable...... Although it is only a few strokes, the characteristics of the boy in the painting have been fully revealed, as if this piece of paper has carried a thousand weights.

I don't know how long it was, until the sunlight poured through the skylight on the painting in Ange's hand, dyeing it with a layer of holy gold, that he sighed softly, and whispered in an inaudible voice:

"The Emperor...... Is it? ”