There was silence in the room, and everyone was watching the punishment, and it had to be admitted that Gattuso had chosen a very tricky perspective during the previs of the animation, as if he had put everyone in the shoes of the Lord, condescending to watch the destruction caused by his own wave of his hand.

"Space-based kinetic weapons."

Professor Jean Gruss moaned softly, he was the head of the department's precision mechanics department, but many students had not seen him in their four-year college career, he loved precision mechanics as a lover, and decades ago the secret party installed him in NASA, allowing the United States to land on the moon one step ahead of the Soviet Union, and he alone changed the situation of the Cold War!

After completing the task, Jean Gruss turned down the Nobel Prize and returned to the academy, focusing on his own research, not to mention taking students, and even the laboratory was reluctant to waste time stepping out, just to get one step closer to the kingdom of truth before accepting the inevitable death.

The 3D projection of the design was presented in front of the eyes of these scientific madmen, and the mechanical parts were displayed at high speed down to the micron, and even many veterans who had been immersed in the past half of their lives could hardly remember the complete structure and data, and finally the mechanical assembly, on the artificial satellite, the revolver-like wheel groove was in the center, and the long sword of judgment slept quietly in it.

"I'm sorry I can't put the detailed technical drawings in, the old gentlemen here are real geniuses, this is a weapon that we have spent a lot of effort to come up with, you may only need to watch it once, and you can copy it in a short time, but as compensation, we will provide the veterans here with the power to launch once." Pompeii spread his hands, looking sincere.

Ange looked at Professor Gruss, and the head of the mechanical department nodded slightly, indicating that in his opinion this thing was technically possible.

The old professor said slowly:

"If this weapon hits, it does have a great chance of killing the Dragon King, and everything that is biologically active at the core of the hit will be killed."

But there are also potential problems in it, how to ensure the hit?

Ange was silent, not saying a word.

And Pompey just smiled: "The North Pole is a deserted place, where we will not be detected by anyone if we throw a stick from space, according to my intelligence, the head of the Laurent family and a certain number of half-bloods are still there, but this is a necessary sacrifice compared to the threat of the two dragon kings, and the staff of God will not have much residual power left after killing the dragon king, as long as we succeed in hitting the result will be perfect." ”

"I've handed over the program and code to this beautiful young lady for the damnation, and we can use God's scepter to smash the illusion of dragon resurrection."

"There are two dragon kings there." Ange seemed to be stating the facts, and as if he were asking questions.

"Of course there are two dragon kings there, dragons are the race of the strong to survive, they are far stronger than us, in the dragon society the strong will devour the weak, and the only one who wants to live to the end is to eat the same kind, this is a summary of our experience, these two dragon kings have just recovered and started to fight each other, they will devour each other after the fight, one side dies, the other side evolves, but it takes time to devour, doesn't it? That is the best time for us to release our damnation. ”

Pompey added slowly: "We don't care which of them survives, whoever survives, we will kill whom, the secret party has been like this for thousands of years, you know this very well, Ange." ”

Pompey stood up impatiently, as if intending to leave, but a voice stopped him.

"Is the Dragon King a target?"

Flammel's voice was not loud, and it seemed to be no different from usual, but one of the elders, a professor in the Department of Alchemical Chemistry, was in a trance, and the voice of his mentor brought back some memories for him.

One year, at a European alchemy conference, young men dressed in cowboy attire sat in the middle of a group of old men in robes, calmly making irrefutable criticisms of one paper after another, and at last all the "masters" fell under Flamelmel, the first and last time the night watchman attended the meeting, and every subsequent meeting was held, the master would send him the articles and works before the beginning, even though he almost never read them.

And this professor is just a student who was brought by the teacher to sit in on the meeting.

There are always people and things that will stick in your memory for the rest of your life.

Flamel took out the black card sent back by Chen Mo from his pants pocket, and threw it on the table like he threw his "Playboy" after something was over, and a beam of light shot out from the girl's side, quickly scanning the card face.

He said, "EVA, delete the password. ”

Pompeii stopped at Flamel's voice, and only then did he turn around.

The black-clad senators exchanged heads and ears, like the undead in a cemetery, Ange was expressionless and silent, as if acquiescing in this situation, while Beowulf, the dragon-bloodthirsty, lowered his head thoughtfully.

"I guess Gattuso should have a backup of the password." The Night's Watch pointed out: "What's more, the images of the front line were also transmitted back by Gattuso's people, you should know better than we know the timing of the release of the damnation, it is a great honor to kill the first generation, why." ”

Pompey turned his face into a playboy expression as he turned his head, scratching his head and saying:

"You know me, I'm just a nominal head of the family, and I'm just a family member with a pedigree, and I'm not allowed to do a job of reproduction, to be honest, if it weren't for the old man, I would be in the bed of a Latino hottie right now, I never care about honor or dishonor, that's why the family sent me here, things are out of control, we are all having a hard time, only I can do this kind of self-slapping thing without affecting the family."

"Out of control." Ange silently said, "You know? ”

"There's a warlock inside Gattuso who understands the bronze pillar, and I think Mentor Flamel should have told you about it."

Ange nodded heavily, clapping his hands at the other elders in the room, and Flamel spat out two words lightly:

"Curse."

The old people understood and rushed out of the door that had been kicked open by Pompeii, and Beowulf, who was walking at the end, glanced back at the three people who remained in the conference room, his eyes were obscure.

Then EVA was shut down, and the room became a real black box.

All at once the air fell silent, almost condensed into substance, making it difficult to breathe.

The first to speak out was Flammel, who asked Pompeii solemnly: "You know the news from above, and I'm not surprised, but how do those old things in the family know?" Most of them are bloodlined. ”

"They really can't bear it." The blonde man was already on the long table with his legs resting on the back of his head, staring vacantly at the wall, where the leader of the fifth century, Aquitaine the "Prophet", led the secret party to kill the king of the earth and the mountain.

"Therefore only those who know are eligible to participate in the deliberations of the Presbyterian Church." There was something cold in his words.

In the blink of an eye, the dandy skin he had put on was peeled off, unlike Ange, where his mask was much tighter, but Pompey had finally taken him off in the conference room where there were only three people.

"Frost has been sitting in your place for a long time." Ange sighed, "We all know that you're not a stallion's job. ”

"Cassel, which was supposed to be under the control of the school board, is now completely in your hands, Ange," Pompey smiled absently, "You won't tell me what's going on, but you're wrong, I do the stallion work, I'm not like you, the playboy pretends to be a gentleman." ”

"So what's going on now?" Flamel asked.

"You can't stop it." Pompeii sneered: "That scepter will definitely be smashed, even if the secret party refuses us, we will trade him to other candidates, once the dragon king is killed by the curse in the hands of other organizations, the influence of the secret party among the half-breeds will be greatly reduced, this is what we don't want to see, so you should accept it." ”

The night watchman was a little tempted to drink.