Chapter 273: Forbidden Arts, Double Speech Spirit

Late at night, Italy, Portofino.

The moonlight sprinkled on the beach of the bay, the tide was continuous, and the old man like a marble tablet stood in front of Lu Mingfei, with his back to the bright moonlight, his whole face was hidden in the shadows, only the golden pupils were bright.

"Beowulf? A family of dragon slayers inherited from the age of mythology? Lu Mingfei was a little surprised, "I heard the headmaster mention you, and each generation of patriarchs is named after Beowulf. ”

Even in the secret party, which is known for its iron will, the Beowulf family is the absolute dragon slayer of the Iron Blood.

For thousands of years, the Beowulf family has been the most determined, bravest and most ruthless dragon slayers, adhering to the ancient family motto of feeding every boy a drop of dragon blood crystal, a highly poisonous substance. But it was only after that poison that the baby was considered useful by the family.

Before the establishment of the executive department of Kassel Academy, the department responsible for the implementation of the dragon slaying task of the secret party was the execution team, and every member of the Beowulf family was a pivotal figure in the execution team, and the contemporary patriarch in front of him was the leader of the action team of the year, an excellent battlefield commander and a fierce dragon slayer, equivalent to the current head of the executive department, Professor Schneider, but compared with him, even Professor Schneider seemed a little warm.

However, the headmaster also lamented that the contemporary Patriarch Beowulf had a fierce opposition to the establishment of the Kassel Academy by the Secret Party, believing that the moderate campus could not cultivate a real dragon slayer, and refused the principal's invitation to let him serve as the head of the original executive department, and since then he has only stayed in the Secret Party as a member of the elders, hunting dragons with the family as an organization, and only occasionally taking some modern weapons from the Equipment Department.

It is rare that there are more than ten people in history when the Beowulf family is qualified as a "warrior", and it is said that there has even been a situation where there is only one warrior in a certain generation, but the position of the Beowulf family in the secret party has never wavered.

However, what Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand was why the Patriarch Beowulf came to him.

Beowulf narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Mingfei, a vertical line faintly appeared in the golden pupils - this is usually a vertical pupil characteristic that only appears on pure-blooded dragons and high-level Deadpools, and the golden pupils of stable half-bloods are all in the shape of normal humans, but the color is golden.

"As an S-Class, you should be a little more powerful," Beowulf's voice was as cold as a tombstone, "I heard Ange say that you killed a sub-generation with the weapons of the Lord of Bronze and Fire. ”

Without waiting for Lu Mingfei to answer, he snorted coldly again: "Hmph, it seems that his academic theory is not useless, in addition to the department called the Equipment Department, there are also some talents in this school." ”

What is this self-talking old man here for? Lu Mingfei couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

"That, Patriarch Beowulf, I'm actually also from the Equipment Department." Lu Mingfei said sincerely.

Beowulf's majestic face stiffened slightly.

Lu Mingfei was keenly aware of this change, and couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart-did the Equipment Department do something?

"Three days ago, Ange came to me and said that there was an excellent young dragon slayer who needed the support of the Beowulf family in the senate," Beowulf looked at Lu Mingfei, "You are a junior recognized by Ange, and I also had a relationship with your ancestor Lu Shanhiko, he is an excellent dragon slayer. ”

Lu Mingfei was hesitating to thank him for this "compliment", when he heard Beowulf sigh: "It's just that the spirit of speech is a little worse, it's a pity that such a person is worthy of a 'sickle'." ”

Lu Mingfei: ......

This old man doesn't seem to be very good at talking.

"To get back to the point, Ange asked me to support you at the Senate, although his merits in slaying dragons are undoubted, the Beowulf family only trusts their own judgment," Beowulf stared at Lu Mingfei, "Let's let the old man see what the young man can do to kill the next generation." ”

You're here to fight for a long time? Lu Ming was not abrupt.

"No need, you're old, if I accidentally hurt you, I really can't explain it to the principal." Lu Mingfei looked sincere, and even a little embarrassed.

Beowulf frowned, he couldn't remember how many years no one had dared to talk to him like that.

Being able to kill the next generation does prove that Lu Mingfei's bloodline is extremely good, and he is a well-deserved S-class, but the greatest achievement is still the Seven Deadly Sins of the King of Bronze and Fire, and it is said that the seven swords were forged by the King of Bronze and Fire to destroy his brothers and sisters.

The weapon created in order to kill the monarch, as long as it can be pulled out, it is naturally not difficult to kill the next generation.

He Beowulf was also a natural S-class half-blood, and had undergone the harshest training in the family, and even if Ange fought him, the victory or defeat would only be five or five.

It seems that the young man in front of him has killed a sub-generation, and there is no one in his eyes.

It's time to teach him a lesson and show him that arrogance is a poison deadlier than dragon's blood in the path of the dragon slayer.

Beowulf stopped talking to Lu Mingfei, and inhaled deeply and majestically, his body seemed to be filled with this breath, the old wrinkles quickly flattened, the muscles exaggeratedly bulged, and the loose clothes were stretched tightly, and gray scales appeared in the areas of the skin that were not originally covered by scales.

In the blink of an eye, Beowulf changed from a hybrid with a slight dragon characteristics to a half-dragon man covered in gray scales, more than two meters tall, and his blood-colored golden eyes pulled out a slender vertical mark, and there were almost no hybrid features on his body, and no one would doubt that it was Deadpool.

"Come, young man," Beowulf straightened his chest, the harmonica in his breast pocket glistening, and his voice in this form was like a drum, and there was not the slightest hint of old age, "as long as you can snatch this harmonica, the old man will openly support you at the senatorial meeting." ”

How? Are you in the seventh shift grabbing the bell with Kakashi? Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

"There's no need, everyone is a dragon slayer, peace is precious, fighting and killing hurts and hurts harmony," Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Actually, I didn't know that the principal had gone to look for you, and I wasn't ready to pull any support, or ...... You don't think you've been here before? You see it's getting so late, and I'm still rushing back to sleep......"

"When haven't you been?" Patriarch Beowulf grinned, "It seems that the current dragon slayers are indeed becoming more and more bloodless!" ”

"It's not," Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had no intention, "It's just that I just said that I'm not ready to pull support, even if you support me, it's useless to me, then rounding it up, I don't have any benefit from fighting this fight, the Dragonslayer's Creed shouldn't include the article of engaging in meaningless battles, right?" Then why should I fight? ”

"What do you mean?" Beowulf always felt that Lu Mingfei had something to say.

"Look, let's compete, we have to have some color, right? You're an old friend of Headmaster Angers, a legendary dragon slayer, several generations older than me, this is a ...... You have to be a little bit more out than the young people, right? Lu Mingfei rubbed his hands and looked enthusiastic.

"Hehe, no wonder I thought something was wrong from just now, you kid is worthy of being a student of Ange, just as treacherous as he was when he was young, isn't right...... treacherous than him. Patriarch Beowulf said.

"Then you see ......" Lu Mingfei showed an expression of three points pure and seven points underwhelmed.

"The old man agreed," Beowulf stood proudly in the moonlight, his scales shimmering, "The old man is in charge, as long as you can win, the old man allows you to choose one of the three forbidden techniques of the Beowulf family to learn." ”

"Forbidden?" Lu Ming was puzzled, "What is that?" ”

"Angers didn't tell you?" Patriarch Beowulf said, "To put it simply, the forbidden art is a forbidden technique similar to the 'black magic' in alchemy, but the forbidden technique is a forbidden technology at the level of combat technology, because of its great danger, it is absolutely forbidden on the bright side, hmm...... You know the 'Path to the Gods', right? The kind of technique that can refine the bloodline in a short period of time and improve one's bloodline but is easy to get out of control is the most typical and common forbidden technique. ”

"And in addition to the basic forbidden techniques such as the path of the gods, some powerful half-breed inheritance forces will also have some more powerful or special forbidden techniques," Beowulf said, "You should know that the three major feats of Beowulf in mythology are breaking the arm of the giant Grendell with brute force and causing his death, slashing Grendel's mother with a sword, the sea monster banshee, and killing the fire dragon who guards the treasure. ”

"These three feats come from three different generations of Beowulf, who are the most outstanding dragon slayers of the Beowulf family, and each of them transcends the concept of S-class in the conventional sense."

"And each of these three ancestors, each of them created an extremely powerful forbidden art, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the Beowulf family, until now," Beowulf said, "If you can take the harmonica, the old man will support you in the senate, and if you can defeat the old man, or get the old man's approval, the old man will allow you to learn a forbidden art handed down by the Beowulf family." ”

"The old man revealed a little, one of the three forbidden arts, the effect is equivalent to allowing the half-breed to obtain another word spirit, that is, a double word spirit."

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up - the forbidden art that has been handed down by the Shendai family to this day, he is indeed very interested.

"Come on, then." Lu Mingfei was eager to try.

"Wait, boy, what if you want to lose? What do you give? Beowulf asked.

"You name it, and I'll say it." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

Anyway, he was confident that he wouldn't lose, so he didn't believe that Beowulf could be stronger than Professor Lizard, and it was a big deal for Wolf Winter to serve.

"Arrogant boy," Patriarch Beowulf exerted his legs, and the sand under his feet spread out as if bombarded by a cannonball, and his figure crashed into Lu Mingfei like a cannonball in the rushing sand waves, "If you lose, go to the old man's house to keep two children!" ”

Although he doesn't think that such a young S-class is his opponent, but the S-class is S-class after all, and Beowulf is not too big, just when his body shape changed, he had already undergone a bloodline refinement to show his current body shape - in other words, his current state is probably equivalent to a burst of blood.

With his bloodline, coupled with the increase in bloodline refinement, even without using the Spirit of Words, this punch should be enough to pierce the concrete wall.

A palm covered in pitch-black scales lightly caught the gray-white fist, as easily as catching an orange that had been thrown over.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Beowulf's pupils shrank—in front of him stood a hideous figure that was a head shorter than him, also covered in scales, but no weaker in strength than him.

It's just that the scales on this figure's body are all pitch black.

"You ......," Beowulf looked surprised for the first time.

"Senior, it's just a transformation, don't you too?" Lu Mingfei shrugged.

He had been hiding his dragon scale form before, just because this appearance was too similar to Deadpool, which might cause some unnecessary trouble, and people thought that he was at risk of losing control of his bloodline.

Now that he has a keel that doesn't change its appearance, it stands to reason that it will be easier to hide.

But after a moment of hesitation, he still used the dragon scale form, if anything...... In terms of not being human, the form of Patriarch Beowulf is not far behind him.

From a certain point of view, this can make his dragon scale state appear more reasonable - everyone is S-class, why is the form of the Beowulf patriarch stable, but the form of someone on his way is unstable? Isn't this a double standard?

If anyone thinks that his dragon scale form is unstable, he will report the Patriarch Beowulf together, and everyone is on the same boat with grasshoppers.

"Hah! To use your Chinese idioms, today's young people are really terrifying! Patriarch Beowulf roared angrily, his muscles swelled for three points again, and every punch, elbow, and knee hit set off a fierce wind, enveloping Lu Mingfei like a torrential rain.

Lu Mingfei pushed aside Beowulf's attack and compared his own strength with that of the other party.

In terms of skill, Patriarch Beowulf is obviously older and hotter than him, but correspondingly, Patriarch Beowulf's strength is slightly weaker than him - before his last evolution, the dragon scale state was still unable to explode at full strength because the bones could not withstand the power of the muscles, I am afraid that the current Patriarch Beowulf, but after this evolution strengthened the bones, even if he did not enter the dragon bone state, his bones could easily resist the huge explosive power of the muscles.

From a certain point of view, now that he is in a state of dragon scales, it is equivalent to releasing a "bronze throne" spirit of speech.

The violent collision lasted about two minutes, and the beach was dusty and in shambles, and the trunks of the two unfortunate coconut trees that had been affected were crumbled into powder in large sections, and the whole part fell down.

Fortunately, it is now the off-season for tourism, and Patriarch Beowulf has made some preparations in advance, otherwise the movement of the two people fighting will attract onlookers.

The black and off-white figures separated, each adjusting their breathing.

Should I say that he is worthy of being a legendary dragon slayer? It's useless to even speak spiritually, and hand-to-hand combat with yourself is already beyond the reach of ordinary half-breeds. Lu Mingfei estimated in his heart that if Senior Brother Chu and Caesar, who were holding weapons, were put into the unarmed battlefield of the two of them, it would be difficult for the two people who were affected to survive these two minutes.

In the last confrontation just now, the two even set off a small wave of air.

"Boy, the old man admits that he underestimated you a little," Beowulf took a deep breath, "I just warmed up, now the old man has to be serious, if you can't hold it, just speak, don't be killed!" ”

Lu Mingfei shrugged his shoulders and signaled that Beowulf was fine.

A tiny realm of words spread out from Beowulf's body, his gray scales plastered with a layer of iron in the moonlight.

Only the kind of spirit that is used to strengthen oneself does not matter how big or small the realm is, it even only unfolds in the body of the person who released it, and only slightly leaks out.

And coincidentally, Lu Mingfei is also a little familiar with this word spirit, because he has used it - high-risk word spirit immortal.

Unlike the Bronze Throne, which can jam bullets with muscles, Immortal is also a spirit that strengthens the body, but the sequence is higher, powerful enough to punch through a titanium alloy plate and resist most bullets.

Lu Mingfei's bones made a slight popping sound, and the dragon bones and dragon scales were superimposed at the same time, connecting into a whole.

The figure of the Patriarch Beowulf crushed towards Lu Mingfei with the momentum of a fighter flying close to the ground, leaving distorted traces in the air with huge power, and the body surface was more than 100 degrees high due to the huge air friction.

In the next second, the Patriarch Beowulf, who released the "Immortal", flew upside down into the sea at an unprecedented speed, rolling all the way on the surface of the sea, pulling out a straight line of waves, and finally crashing into the sea, setting off a large wave.

(End of chapter)