When the sun rose the next day, a huge news event shook the peaceful world completely.

The foreign spokesperson of the Kingdom of Heaven, the face of Chilan appeared in front of everyone who was watching TV - this was a man with a handsome face and a flat expression.

Compared to the speaker, he is more like a welcoming monk in the temple when he closes his eyes, which makes people feel calm at the first sight.

Immediately, the spokesman spoke: "The chief instructs to convey two messages, after the first and fourth days, the kingdom of heaven will be officially established, and all those who do not intend to stay in the kingdom of heaven will be given the last four days to leave the kingdom of heaven. ”

"The second point, in three days, the leader will destroy this part of the region."

Behind him emerges a map of the world, a large red circle encircling the Kassel Academy site in a radius of several hundred kilometers.

As soon as the words were finished, before everyone could react, the forced insertion of the video ended, and countless detailed information about dragons and half-bloods appeared on the Internet in an instant.

Before that, the equipment needed to run the Kassel Academy's proprietary artificial intelligence had been physically damaged, whether it was a secret laboratory protected by tens of thousands of people or a vault hundreds of meters underground.

Although Celestial didn't take action at Norma's core of the Kassel Academy's headquarters, the destruction also greatly undermined her operational efficiency, making it impossible for her to quickly delete all relevant information.

Everything about the dragon, about the reality of this world, finally tore the last fig leaf and showed it naked in front of everyone in the world.

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"Heaven has finally taken this step!" Frost Gattuso was the first to receive the news, and at this moment he seemed to have changed nothing from the previous two years, sitting at his desk, still black and white photographs, some important documents on the table, "Angers' actions completely stimulated the fragile nerves of their leader. ”

"But it's only a matter of time."

Sighing unconsciously, Frost's eyes swept over the report of the Kassel Academy's capture of the unborn Lord of Bronze and Fire - this thing didn't make much sense now.

"Caesar, how is Caesar?" Frost raised his head and asked his secretary, "Still in the cultivation room that the family made for him?" ”

"Yes, this defeat seems to have seriously stimulated his self-esteem." "He seems to have sworn that he will never go out of the game if he is not at the level of Angers." ”

"How's it going?" Frost asked.

"Not ideal." Patsy flipped through the report in his hand, "Although his strength has grown much faster than before, spurred on by defeat, it is not half the data that Ange has provided us. ”

"Really?" Frost said, "What about Pompeii? Where is he? ”

"Fifteen minutes ago, he was having an in-depth exchange with Princess Gilina." Patsy said that the rebellious thing of being monitored by the surrogate head of the house could not make waves in his eyes—since the plan was finalized, Pompeii Gattuso had in fact been treated as an outcast, just like they, and the people who were thawing from the refrigerator, the last of the Gattuso family, the monsters with an average age of more than three hundred.

"Heaven has played its cards, and we can't wait any longer." Frost said in a surging voice, holding out his hand, and a small flame lit between them, "Is the plane ready?" ”

"It's ready." "Thirty-six of the fastest supersonic airliners, and the mothballed weapons have been opened. ”

"That's good—the Gattuso family will die and die in the charge." Frost said, "I hope that we will die a tragic enough death to arouse all the potential of Caesar Gattuso." ”

"I'll take care of the rest, Patsy." Frost walked past the blonde young man, his expression was cold and hard, this person who had always held power and regarded himself as a wise man was now like a death squad about to go to the battlefield, full of evil spirit, "The last order - if Caesar Gattuso can't hold out, then everything will be inherited by you, and in the future, you will be Caesar Gattuso." ”

"No, it won't." Patsy smiled softly, "I believe he will surpass me, surpass me who only has half a million volts of electricity to propuls me—after all, Caesar's emotions are far more intense than what I, a half-human, half-ghost, would be." ”

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Nordics, the Beowulf family, thirsty for dragon blood.

It's a very illustrious family, but it's also a very crazy family - they feed every baby born with poisonous dragon's blood crystals, and only those who survive will be given the name of Beowulf.

In an age when most people have become well-mannered and kill with bloodless knives, they are still like ancient relics, firmly believing in the power of iron and blood.

The patriarch of the contemporary Beowulf family is an old monster no less old than Ange, who was active at the forefront of dragon slaying thirty years ago.

But as he grew older, he still didn't survive the support of Ange, which was hot enough to self-destruct, and reluctantly retreated to the second line.

But two years ago, the arrival of a new era called electric current propulsion added more vitality to him, but unfortunately, perhaps because his desire was not as good as that of Ange, who was full of revenge, or because he was too old, even though he worked extremely hard, he could still only reach the realm of 200,000 electric volts.

Ange, who was originally on the same level as him, now kills him as easily as pinching a chicken to death, and it is precisely because of this that he has become more and more silent over the years, and even rarely even slays dragons.

“……”

Standing on the altar, Beowulf looked at his juniors.

Unlike the Gattuso family, who have the blood of stallions, are obsessed with hunting dragons all year round, and have a tradition of feeding dragon's blood to babies, the Beowulf family has always been scarce. Up to now, there are only ten people who are qualified to stand under the altar, but eight generations can be divided.

Everyone's expressions were cold, they were the best warriors, the craziest dragon slayers, even the youngest fifteen-year-olds, and their hands would not be stained with less blood than the so-called executive trump card in the Kassel Academy.

The altar of the Beowulf family is rarely opened, but every time it is opened, it represents a momentous decision.

The flame on the altar has been lit, and before it can be extinguished, Beowulf must make a decision - the kingdom of heaven? Or is it a secret party?

His instincts told him that this was the best chance for the Beowulf family.

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Kassel Academy, Schrodi district.

"Good, let go." Ange clapped his hands.

After the four robotic arms were removed, the brass tank was steadily suspended in a superconducting magnetic field in cryogenic liquid nitrogen, surrounded by a half-meter-thick wall of quartz glass.

It is like a developing fetus asleep, and the mother is this special oval quartz glass cover.

If he was alone, there would be no need to make such an arrangement, even if the dragon king in the brass pot woke up, Ange was completely sure to hack him to death - but the researchers around him did not have the strength and confidence of him.

Norma's notification in the headset was in place, and he didn't expect that even if he kept his hand, Heaven would still be so crazy Ange closed his eyes - no, in fact, he thought of it.

Hundreds of meters on the surface, the laughter of the students seemed to be heard through the thick layer of soil, and Ange sighed.

At this moment, the electric current that was originally stuck at 960,000 volts pulsed up a little, and the endless obstacles between heaven and earth could no longer stop this 'passively' determined fanatic.

Emotions are just an obstacle to revenge, sacrifice everything and kill all the dragon kings in the world.

A thought came to Ange's mind, and gradually the electric current in his body pushed faster and faster.

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"Isn't it just that you owe more than $100 in internet bills? It's not that I don't pay, it's just that I don't have the money to pay for the time being, is it necessary? In his sleep, Lao Tang, who was thrown out of the door with a bag, complained.

No one paid any attention to him, and the solid bulletproof glass seemed to laugh at him as he was destitute, and the man, who didn't even know what he was supposed to call himself, stood up, took his bag, and walked off into the distance - and then go to the hunter net to make some money, right? Come back and play again.

Don't think about tomorrow, don't think about the future, and always live only in the present, the rotten madman is forced by life to take a step forward.

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Also in the far north, a separate space welcomes visitors who are not very welcome to the owner.

Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter!

The cloaked man knocked on the door of the alchemy matrix again and again, and a strange wave reached the Nibelungen connected to the alchemy matrix, and in his arms placed a repeating megaphone—

"Odin, I'm here to negotiate conditions."

"Odin, I'm here to negotiate conditions."

The door was kept closed, and Odin, who seemed to be recovering inside, didn't want to pay any attention to the uninvited guest.

But the visitor was obviously very patient, and didn't care about the closed door at all, still knocking on the door again and again, and the sub-zero temperature didn't seem to have any effect on the visitor.

It's the third day she's knocked on the door, and the guy looks like he's going to spend a lot of time with Odin.

Finally, an answer came from the Nibelungen: "Tell me what you came from, Lord of the Sky and Wind, who has eaten his brother's Lord God, Vader, the God of Vengeance." ”

"Shall we unite?" Vader said.