Chapter 65: The Real Abba Aba
Caesar looked at Kungunir as he approached, he quickly crouched, his powerful tendons providing him with a terrifying impact, and the moment he leaped, the asphalt cracked and quickly extended in all directions and finally dented.
The enhanced dragon's blood spread throughout his body, giving him a venerable, terrifying, unparalleled power, and it felt like molten molten raging through his veins.
In his eyes, the tumbling Kungunir seemed to be pressed the button to slow down, its movements, its outline, and its trajectory were so clear and clear.
He's going to reach out head-on and grab Kungunir!
The twisted spear turned into a streamer and rushed straight towards Caesar, Caesar grabbed Kungunir tightly with both hands, his hands were quickly carbonized, and the body's self-repair function quickly killed the carbonized cells and then gave birth to new cells, but it could only barely delay the spread of carbonization.
His long golden hair fluttered all over the sky at this time, and he gritted his teeth and let out a low roar that was almost like a beast, and his dazzling golden eyes burst out with dazzling light.
"We should do something too," Abdullah turned to Fingal, "but what do we do to get to ten meters in the air?" β
"Eye assist, edge OB." Fingal replied without thinking.
"Squat," Abdullah pressed Fingal's back down without giving him time to react.
Then a run-up jumped on Fingal's back towards Caesar.
"Abdullah, since you have chosen me to be your assistant, then I will never let you down." Abdullah said.
"No... Don't come here! Caesar was stunned, he couldn't understand why the spear of fate in his hand had suddenly become violent, as if something was about to wake up in this gun, and it was about to break free from Caesar's hands!
Caesar suddenly understood, turned to Abdullah and said, "It doesn't mark Nono, it marks you!" β
"Whehβ" Abdullah's eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly lowered his head to look at Kungunir, the spear of fate that pierced his chest. (Nope!) That lion-like man! Abba Aba, Agba, Agba, Baba, Aba, Aba, Baba οΌ
His blood soaked the placket of his chest, his skin quickly carbonized, and he was already a sculpture before he could fall to the ground. The moment it fell to the ground, the sculpture collapsed and turned into dust.
All that remained on the ground was a puddle of blood and kungunir stuck in the soil.
Fifty meters underground from the Serre College Library.
"I want to see the headmaster, can you help me, right? A lot has happened along the way...... I want the Kassel Academy to eliminate the arrest of Lu Mingfei. The man leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head.
The soft light illuminated his stubble-covered face. The beam of light fell vertically from above, and the beam projected a translucent girl, who was wearing a dark green school uniform, a plain white lace scarf, and a plain white face that could barely be distinguished.
"This time you're still for Lu Mingfei? Pity him again? EVA sighed, and she reached out her empty hand to caress the man's face. Everyone pities him, but who will pity you? β
"Pity him because he hasn't grown up yet, and who will dare to pity him when he grows up?"
The man waved his hand, "I am different from him, my fate has long been crucified, and I don't need others to show pity for me, it will only be an insult to me." And his future trajectory is unknown. What I wish for now... It is to delay the arrival of that day. β
"That day?" EVA ASKED.
"The day he despairs of the world," the man whispered, "the world may be chaotic." β
"The headmaster is still unconscious, and even if you see him, you can't have a conversation with him."
"I had the recorder ready when I came, and all I had to do was go into his hospital room and see the recorder I left as soon as he woke up."
"Well, I'll do a countdown for the next 5 seconds, and for the next 30 seconds I'll turn off all the security systems in the academy and restore them, and your path to the headmaster's ward will be clear in the process." AFTER A LONG SILENCE, EVA SAID.
"30 seconds of speed?" The man smiled, and he suddenly got up, the muscles under his skin expanded in horror, and an invisible realm spread rapidly in all directions like a snake. "I don't know if I can play such an exciting game with my bones."
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, good luck."
The man ran quickly without making a sound, only the sound of a sudden storm that swept up wherever he passed.
With Ange's ward as the center, the park with a radius of 100 meters is full of caretakers, including the student union, the Lionheart, the equipment department, and even the information department, although it is one thing to say that the purpose of the information department is to protect Ange...... But everyone knows that the backbone of this academy is undoubtedly Ange.
The only road leading to the Angers ward, at the very end, was personally handled by the vice-principal, Flamelmel. Everyone seemed to have pressed the stagnation button, and the man quickly shuttled through the crowd, he kept silently reciting the time in his mind, and it took him only 3 seconds to go from fifty meters underground to the final passage outside the door of Angers' ward.
Everyone didn't know what was happening, but suddenly they felt a strong wind blowing, and then looked around suspiciously, and the silence was terrible.
He had 27 seconds left, and if he continued forward, he would be able to meet the Night's Watch in less than a second.
All he had to do was break through the night watchman and put the recorder in Ange's hospital room and quickly evacuate, and for the next 26 seconds he could go back to the library fifty meters below the surface and talk to his ethereal but incomparably real girl.
But he slowed down.
He looked incredulous.
The man's strengthened body brings him infinite gain, and his capture of time is equivalent to the release of time zero.
He could easily hear everyone's different heartbeats, and the sound of everyone's heartbeats was dull, slow and long, but there was a strange sound, an extremely violent and rapid heartbeat, as deafening as the shrill roar of the engine, and it felt like some distant and gentle light music atmosphere was suddenly broken by a violent drum beat.
He looked in the direction of that particular heartbeat, and a chill instantly poured from behind him, rushing all over his body.
"Aren't you supposed to die? Abdullah," the man whispered.
"I'm also curious, why are you here, and why are you able to keep up with my speed and strengthen your own speech?" Abdullah smiled and said that he did not answer the man's question. (How could that lion-like man fall so easily?) οΌ
"Are you here for Angers too? It just so happens that I am. If you have any questions to ask him, then hurry up. As he spoke, he raised his hand to look at his watch, like an office worker in a hurry.
"I'll put you on the death flight after that." Abdullah whispered. (The picture is poor!) Truly! οΌ
His clothes were torn by scales and bone spurs, and the light slid through the steely muscles, like a stream separating from the sides of the rocks.
When he opened his eyes again, his dazzling golden pupils shimmered with a chill.
"You and Odin are twins, the king of the sky and wind, and judging by Norse mythology, you are undoubtedly the evil god Loki." The man's voice trembled a little, "I missed the King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Earth and Mountain before...... I didn't expect it to feel like this when I actually faced the Dragon King. β
"It is normal for you to be afraid, and when anyone sees a king or a god, it should be your posture." He can no longer be called Abdullah, he is Loki, the king of the sky and wind.
The man smiled childishly: "I think you misunderstood, I'm not afraid, but... Excited. He looked up at Loki against the coercion, his eyes full of indomitable and warlike intent in his eyes.
"I'm getting more and more curious about you, I didn't expect that there are quite a lot of secrets hidden in this academy. But... Who allowed you to look up at me? You mean as a mad dog. Loki looked at the man condescendingly, the expression on his face indifferent as dark clouds slowly converging to form a storm and forming a whirlpool.
The next moment, he appeared in front of the man, and grabbed the man's neck and lifted it hard, his strength wandered between roughness and suppression, as long as he increased his strength a little, the man's neck would be twisted in an instant.
Loki scrutinized the man's pained expression, revealing the pleasure of an antique connoisseur admiring a work of art.
"You still don't understand? The gap between the strength of the dragon king and the half-breed is not a star and a half, but a gap that cannot be crossed, it is a... A desperate chasm. How dare you lowly and lowly species compare with us? Loki roared, his voice resounding in the man's ears.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you at this time to convey the world concept of the dragon clan to him," I don't know when, a little boy appeared behind them, wearing a suit and square-mouth leather shoes, his hair and clothes were meticulously arranged. "But if he goes on like this, he's going to die."
The man looked at the little boy in horror, because he didn't hear the beating of the little boy's heart, and the little boy's heart in front of him was still!
"I'm going to be bothered if you kill him here now." Lu Mingze smiled faintly, but his pupils flashed with something cold.
Loki looked at Lu Mingze sideways, he let go of his hand and took a few steps back, as if he was afraid of the child in front of him. The man collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath, coughing up blood from time to time in his throat.
"Why are you here? Aren't you already dead? Aren't you already dead? Loki let out a beastly roar.
"Originally, I just wanted to stop you from killing him, but now it seems that if you continue to talk, it will only be detrimental to me," Lu Mingze paused, "You know too much." β
"Only the dead keep secrets..."Lu Mingze whispered, and then said angrily: "Even you dare to call yourself king?!" β
"If I don't kill you, someone will naturally kill you." Lu Mingze turned to leave, "Given by your so-called lowly and lowly species... Kill! β
The man stood up again, and the whole person had changed dramatically!
His golden pupils were bright and stunning, like a bright light that would not be extinguished in the wind and rain, and at the moment when Lu Mingze turned around, a special warm heat flow poured into his whole body, and his bloodline was instantly strengthened, strengthened enough to fight against the Dragon King!
The man watched in shock at the changes in his body, he knew that the Nibelungen Project carried out by the Kassel Board of Directors could improve his bloodline, but the Nibelungen Project was a long and arduous process, but the little boy who was fading away could strengthen his bloodline in an instant!
What a terrifying and rebellious ability this is!
But the man couldn't think any further, he was now facing Loki, the king of the sky and wind, and the half-breed and the first dragon king were charging at each other...
Professor Guderian leaned back in his chair with his hands crossed over his chest, his eyelids opening and closing, and a deep yawn.
A sudden loud bang almost knocked him to the ground, and he looked in the direction of the sound, and a pool of blood appeared on the clean floor, and everyone surrounded him in a honeycomb, and the expressions on everyone's faces were serious.
Flamelmel, the night watchman, sat at the door of the ward, and he suddenly looked up at the front, then took a deep sip of the red wine, burped, and fell asleep. A breeze blew across his face.
Without hesitation, the man opened the door and rushed in, and then he froze in place, all kinds of sophisticated instruments kept flashing and making subtle sounds. The bed was empty.
"I'm sorry to have summoned you all in secret, but I apologize in advance." Ange bent slightly, then glanced up at the school directors present.
Su Yuheng rarely saw Ange when he was serious, most of the time he was like a cynical old rascal, only when it came to important events related to the dragon clan, his gaze would become as cold as a knife, as if someone had opened the shackles in his heart and released a lion bent on revenge.
"The reason that alarmed you is simple, I need money and weapons."
"For the sake of the so-called 'Freedom Day?' Someone rattled the bell, "You still blatantly come to us to ask for money for such a ridiculous game?" β
"First of all, 'Free Day' is not a ridiculous game, it improves students' teamwork and hands-on skills, and it is a festival that children win from me." Ange shrugged, "I'm asking you for money and weapons to slay dragons. β
According to Norma's report, there is a new dragon king awakened, they are the king of the sky and the wind, the king of the sea and the water, and they are active in the Greenland Sea. Oh yes, and I want to remind you that the Black King and the Four Great Kings under the White Throne are all twins. β
Ange lit a cigar and crossed his legs unscrupulously, "In other words, in the war years, I would have led troops to the front line, and you rear supplies did not provide us with supplies and expected me to help you win the war, then I think it would be more suitable for you to find Napoleon." β
"The Gattuso family will unconditionally support the Kassel Academy in this operation."
It was Caesar Gattuso who broke the silence, and his gaze returned from Su Yuheng to Ange. "And I will personally go to the Greenland Sea ......"
During the whole process, Su Yuheng stood quietly behind Ange, like a well-trained housekeeper or secretary.
He lowered his eyes, his decrepit appearance remained unchanged, and his head was never raised, as if he was afraid to meet Caesar's eyes.
When the school board members received the summons from Ange, they were shocked at first, shouldn't a person who had been seriously injured by the first dragon king lie on a hospital bed and show a dying pathology?
Why didn't he see that he had just recovered when he saw him again, whether it was physical or mental, he could still invisibly bring people a sense of oppression, no one would doubt that Ange in his current state would not be able to fight against the Dragon King.
"Thank you,"
Caesar handed Su Yuheng a can of beer, "Nono's business." β
"Uh-oh."
Su Yuheng took the beer with trepidation, he didn't know that when Caesar went to his aunt's house, he was poured a lot of beer by Nono and Fingal, and he drank it to his heart's content, Fingal patted his thigh and said: "Chinese beer is really cheap and affordable!" Then there was a loud burp.
"I'm curious, how did you stop Odin?" Caesar looked at Su Yuheng, trying to see something in his gaze.
"Me? Stop Odin? Su Yuheng pointed at himself suspiciously, he thought that Caesar would yell after handing him this can of beer, I have treated you as a junior brother for so long, you are a monster, you don't have to explain anything, I will chop you up or arrest you for research in the academy now.
"Uh-huh, I'm bleeding." Su Yuheng's constricted brow softened, he could now be sure that Nono and Fingal had hidden a lot of things that were not good for him for him. "Boss, you taught me to burst blood before."
"I almost scrapped this hand then," he said, looking up at the hand that had been wounded by Odin. The pain and blood of the past seem to be reappearing again.
"You'll be fine, and I'll take care of the rest." Caesar's gaze left Su Yuheng, he patted Su Yuheng's shoulder, and turned to leave.
Su Yuheng turned his back to Caesar, clutching a can of beer in his hand. It wasn't until Caesar had gone far that he let out a long breath.
Kassel Academy, Department of Public Information.
"The A-level ban on campus has been lifted, Principal Angers has awakened, and various departments have returned to their respective posts." Norma's voice echoed through the campus, "Repeat, the A-class ban on campus has been lifted, and Principal Ange has woken up..."
"The headmaster is fine." Fingal rubbed his eyes, looking like he had just woken up.
"You're finally here, Minister," someone said, "and we've found a big piece of news that will surely sell for a good price." β
"What's the news?"
"The first dragon king who assassinated the headmaster has reappeared, and there are traces of blood at the scene."
"Isn't this known to everyone? What kind of news is it? β
The man smiled slightly, "No, I mean we have a video of that time, even if it's only for a second. If we slow down that footage and post it on the Night's Watch forum..."
"Show me the video," Fingal rubbed his hands, "maybe it will sell for a good price." β
"This is what one of our brothers copied from the teacher at the risk of his life," the man said, opening a folder on his computer, "why isn't it?" β
"Alas, I was going to sell it for a good price, how could you be so careless..."Fingal sighed, his expression full of pain, he patted the man on the shoulder, "It's okay, just be careful in the future..."
"It's okay minister, I still have a backup."
Fingal: "......"
Late at night, on the top floor of the principal's office.
A dim lamp faintly illuminated the room, and no one spoke for a long time, all eyes on Ange.
Angers holds a goblet containing a 1997 Margao wine.
He greeted the others: "Thank you all for your contribution to the College for me!" β
Everyone raised their cups in response.
"But now is not the time for us to relax," Ange added, "and we will face four dragon kings at the same time, arguably the biggest crisis facing our academy. Norma expects 70% or more casualties from the dragon slaying this time. β
He smiled, "But isn't the reason why our academy was established to prevent the Dragon King from ruling this world again? β
"Headmaster, me! I! Fingal cried, "I didn't know the Kassel Academy was a thief ship... Who knows if you come up and you can't go down..."
"Fingal, don't you want to be part of this operation?" Ange was a little surprised in his tone, "I thought you would be the first to call for registration..."
"The place where the dragon king woke up this time is in the Greenland Sea," Ange paused, "it's the same place where that terrible disaster happened ten years ago, I thought you'd be interested..."
"You should be curious about what's in this box," Ange said, holding up the box Fingal and Nono had brought back, skipping the topic and not giving Fingal time to answer.
He and the vice-principal glanced at each other, and the two of them pulled cards out of their pockets and swiped them over the card slots of the box.
The box made a soft tick and opened and closed a little upward, and it was able to open.
Ange slowly opened the box, as if it contained old times or some kind of spell, and everyone subconsciously slowed down their breathing.
"The Sword of Kings was forged in the elven kingdom of Avalon, with a sword made of gold, a hilt encrusted with gems, and a blade that sharpened iron like clay, so the Lady of the Lake named it Excalibur, which means "broken steel" in the ancient Selltic language."
"Pick it up and take a look, starting with Fingal." Ange whispered that the chest contained only the hilt of the sword, nothing else, the hilt was pale blue, with golden blades on both sides, and a strong European appearance.
Fingal grinned, he proudly rolled up his sleeves, showed his bronzed biceps to Su Yuheng, and then clenched the hilt of the sword, and the ethereal fluorescence converged on the hilt of the sword, forming a blade, and then condensed into shape.
"Why is this sword so familiar?" Fingal thought carefully, "the 'arrogance' of the Seven Deadly Sins." β
"Alright, Fingal, you can put it down." Ange pressed his hand towards Fingal, "I think everyone here must be curious about why a sword can hide its blade. β
He paused, "Actually... It's not hidden, it's self-generated, different people can generate different swords, the key is in oneself. He pointed to his chest.
Ange recited a passage softly, like a spell and like a whisper, "Turn your heart into a substance, this body is the bone of a sword, the blood tide is like iron, the heart is like glass, you are undefeated in countless battles, you have never been defeated once, you have never won a victory, you have borne everything alone, and you have forged iron on the sword mound." Then, I don't need meaning in this life, this body is made of the infinite sword. β
"Ming Fei," Ange pushed Excalibur along the table towards Su Yuheng, his gaze revealing expectation.
For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on Su Yuheng again, Su Yuheng picked up Excalibur in fear, he turned his head nervously, and didn't dare to look at what the sword with his heart as the entity looked like.
The place where his gaze stayed happened to meet a pair of eyes, his head buzzed, he was a little surprised, those very energetic and brilliant eyes looked at him lightly, how could he forget these eyes? In that dimly lit toilet, in that pitch-black screening room, on the top of the hill where fireworks bloomed, the girl descended from the sky like an angel and her eyes were like knives.
That girl... Su Yuheng's gaze moved elsewhere, and there was a burning pain somewhere deep in his heart.
After a long time, he looked down at the sword in his hand.
The whole room was horribly quiet.
"Kungunir..."Su Yuheng said softly.
"Uh-huh, it's a very good... Stick? The vice principal patted Su Yuheng on the shoulder.
"Caesar, you try too." Ange likewise pushed Excalibur to Caesar Gattuso...
"It can be said that the stronger the fighting spirit in a person's heart, the stronger the knife he can condense." Ange reloaded Excalibur into the box.
"I hope you are well prepared for a brutal battle that we will face next, and we must win." Ange paused, "Even if you give it all." β
"What do you think of the test just now?" At the end of the meeting, the Vice-Chancellor and the Principal sat opposite each other.
"What can I see, of course, just sit and watch." The vice principal teased.
"I mean, the idea that Caesar's materialized knife turned out to be his own Dictor Didus." Ange said lightly, completely ignoring the vice-principal's humorous speaking style.
"For this war, everyone has a reason to fight, right? You are for revenge, Lu Mingfei is for saving the so-called Chu Zihang, and Caesar is for glory. Speaking of which, why don't you pick up the Excalibur and try it yourself? β
Ange gently stroked the box, "I'm a little scared, I'm afraid that the fighting spirit I have for revenge can't compare to those children." Before I can hold this sword myself, I must form in their subconscious the notion that the headmaster's fighting spirit is the strongest. β
"I really don't understand the philosophy of you madmen," the vice-principal pushed open the door and walked out, "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, I believe you are the strongest when it comes to fighting spirit, because I have never seen as fierce and lonely as you in their eyes." β
"Ange, you're old, so old that you don't have confidence in yourself, and then you're really dead."