Chapter 278: Dragon Attack, Dark Side Sovereign?

Early in the morning, in a wooded area near the city of Rome and the Vatican.

The young man looked up at the figure facing the warhead, a little surprised: "It's a half-blood?" Dare to play like this with the Seven Deadly Sins, too brave, right? ”

The old man followed the young man's gaze: "It's the S-class student recruited by the Kassel Academy last year, Lu Mingfei, it was he who took the Seven Deadly Sins from Norton and Constantine's White Emperor City, and Konstantin also disappeared mysteriously, suspected of being killed by him and recocooned, and it was also he who killed an unknown Marquis with the Seven Deadly Sins on the Yangtze River." ”

The Marquis is already the second-highest title usually available to the next generation, after the Duke, and its power is among the best even among dragons.

"It's him......" The young man narrowed his eyes, his pupils radiating a scorching light, "I'm just a marquis, and if I hadn't been with you, I'm afraid it would have been really dangerous." But hasn't the identity of the killed marquis been found out yet? ”

Even in the era when dragons ruled this world, there were not many dragons, and even fewer had titles, so it stands to reason that even if you don't know each other, you should at least have heard of each other, unless you ......

"It deliberately concealed its identity," the old man said, "obviously not wanting to be discovered." ”

The young man's face changed slightly.

Half-breeds don't, and they don't have the ability to verify the identity and origin of a generational race, so who is the other party's deliberate concealment to guard against, the answer is self-evident - it's their kind, they, who have abandoned the path of dragons and turned to human logic, hiding behind the world of humans and half-breeds and trying to manipulate everything, the "monarchs" of the dark side of the world.

Just as the young man's expression changed, the seven deadly sins in the sky that swept towards the seven missiles changed.

The speed at which the sword flew was not too fast, and layers of ice silk spread from the sword, weaving into the form of a dragon, and the dragon head at the end of the hilt of the sword and the eyes of the ice dragon flashed with the same golden light.

It stands to reason that even an alchemical sword like the Seven Deadly Sins, once it is out of the grip of the freer, even if the realm of the living soul is strong, it will not be able to exert its strength, and it can only fall into silence and become an ordinary sharp sword, which is an inherent defect of alchemy weapons, even the strongest alchemy weapons are not exempt.

However, with the unique power of "Winter of Swords", the Seven Deadly Sins can temporarily get rid of this restriction - Winter of Swords will temporarily give the concept of "warriors" to the Seven Deadly Sins, allowing them to temporarily gain independent mobility under the blessing of the cold air.

So in the middle of the sky, seven fierce and ferocious dragons with a deafening roar swooped down on the seven missiles, and the dragon claws and dragon teeth easily broke through the alchemy matrix carved on the warhead, destroying the warhead together with the carrier.

Seven fireballs bloomed in the air in front of and behind, because it was not far from the ruins of Lateran Cathedral, and to the half-bloods on the ruins, it seemed as if there were suddenly seven more trumpets of the sun in the sky at that moment, and the hot wind whistled, making people's faces hot and stinging.

Under the cover of the seven small suns, although Lu Mingfei's back in mid-air was just a small black dot, it seemed to occupy the entire field of vision.

Xia Ludi raised her head and stared at Lu Mingfei's back, but she was quite calm - because she had witnessed more exaggerated scenes in the Yangtze River.

At the same time, she was also the only one in the audience who had seen the strength that Lu Mingfei showed in the Yangtze River, so apart from her, the performance and reaction of others were much more intense.

Elizabeth muttered to herself, "I've seen the footage on the Moniach, but seeing it with my own eyes is a different feeling......"

The Moniach recorded some of the video materials of the battle between Lu Mingfei and the next generation, and the level of secrecy was the highest, but for a school director like her, there was no secret in the Kassel Academy, and she had naturally read the influence materials.

But as she said, seeing it on the screen and experiencing it with every sense on the scene are completely different things.

She was only shocked when she watched it on the screen, but when she was there, when the hot wind blew her hair and stinged her eyes and skin, that awe of the purest power really rose irrepressibly from the bottom of her heart.

Elizabeth was a little suspicious that if Lu Mingfei flew down now and glared at them fiercely, she might just sit on the ground with her legs weak.

"Sister Elizabeth, what are you doing sitting on the ground?" Charlotte came over and helped Elizabeth up.

Oh yes, I almost forgot, I was sitting on the floor.

Elizabeth rose numbly, her eyes swept around, and she was in a much better mood—her performance was by no means the worst.

Ange looked up at Lu Mingfei, trying to make as calm an expression as possible, but the subtle distortion of his facial features betrayed him.

Standing beside Ange, the school director holding the rosary looked up at the sky, his palm unconsciously loosened, and the red sandalwood rosary made by a skilled craftsman with half his life's work slipped into the ruins.

Although Patriarch Beowulf's face was completely covered with scales, and he couldn't see his expression, his long mouth didn't look like a sign of calmness.

As for the other patriarchs and the retinue brought by the patriarchs, the middle-aged patriarch who had provoked Lu Mingfei before seemed to tremble a little in his knees, and was slapped on the wall by Lu Mingfei with rage, and the patriarch named Gao Lang swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and couldn't help but show a bit of luck for the rest of his life - mainly because he felt lucky that he could survive.

Chu Zihang held Mura Yu tightly, even if he was a person with strong nerves, witnessing the scene just now, his heart would set off turbulent waves.

But in addition to being surprised by the power of Lu Mingfei and the Seven Deadly Sins, there was another thought that arose uncontrollably in his heart - if my strength could also be raised to this level, would it be possible...... Looking for revenge on that being?

In mid-air, Lu Mingfei stood on the back of the ice dragon, as if he sensed something, his eyes drooped, looking down at the black-clothed people and the old and young people who were led by the ruins of Lateran a few kilometers away.

Normally, such a sneaky person appeared here, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it must be related to the attack, but the person who led it made Lu Mingfei have to guess whether the pair of men in black was the secret party's own guards who were ambushed here.

Because the old man Lu Mingfei had only met two days ago - the owner of the pizzeria where the school directors gathered, the A-class half-breed who retired disabled because of a dragon slaying operation, and the old man who was called Alfonso by the principal.

But in the next second, Lu Mingfei dispelled this idea.

Because the old shopkeeper on the ground looked up and looked at him.

Lu Mingfei hadn't lifted the dragon bone state and the dragon scale state yet, the distance of several kilometers was clearly visible to him, and the golden eyes of the old shopkeeper on the ground like a snake bloomed with blazing light, and the spiritual impact was transmitted to him from a few kilometers away.

Only high-level dragons can produce spiritual impact by looking at them, and only extremely high-level dragons can transmit spiritual impact from a distance of several kilometers, and the strength is so high that Lu Mingfei can feel like his brain has been smashed by a hammer.

Although it was the feeling of being smashed by that toy rubber hammer, the mental impact of a few kilometers away could make Lu Mingfei feel obvious, which was enough to prove how high the old shopkeeper's bloodline was.

Pure-blooded dragons, and at least a knighted subspecies.

Other words...... A sub-generation, disguised as a meritorious retired dragon slayer of the secret party, and now come to attack the senate?

The moment he came to this conclusion, Lu Mingfei's first reaction was "ridiculous".

All textbooks say that dragons are intelligent, but tyrannical and cruel creatures, although their intelligence is superior to that of humans, but the ever-expanding desire to conquer and destroy makes every revival of the higher dragons only gather an army of war flags to submerge human civilization and rebuild dragon civilization.

It is still possible for low-level dragons to communicate, but more than three generations of ancient dragons are almost the kind of destroyers who will use their immense power to destroy some traces of humanity in their eyes as soon as they appear.

But what did he see now?

A dragon of at least a secondary species, disguised as a member of the secret party, and then engaged in a sneak attack here?

Is there a problem with the secret party's textbooks and history books, or is there something wrong with the brains of some dragons?

Lu Mingfei's eyes moved slightly, a little unclear about the situation, between his thoughts, he simply calculated the plan, after bearing the spiritual impact from the old shopkeeper, he deliberately shook his body, made a look of physical exhaustion, and withdrew the dragon scales into his body, only maintaining the state of the keel.

Immediately following Lu Mingfei's move of raising his hand, the seven ice dragons that destroyed the missile flew towards him while shaking their bodies violently, and constantly disintegrated as they flew, scattering countless ice fragments like hailstones, looking crumbling, barely flying in front of Lu Mingfei and then shattering and falling, leaving only seven swords, which flew back and inserted back into the box of the seven deadly sins.

Of course, this is all pretended.

If it was before the evolution of Fimbul's Winter, it would undoubtedly be a great consumption for Lu Mingfei to create seven ice dragons, and casually disintegrating the ice body of the Seven Deadly Sins would be equivalent to spending a lot of blue bars to release the skill, but only a part of the damage was taken out and the skill was canceled, which was really a waste.

But after absorbing the ancient winter coffin again, the cold energy reserve in Lu Mingfei's body has also increased significantly, although it is not enough to say that the consumption of the seven ice dragons can be regarded as the level of sprinkling water, but it is still acceptable to waste this part of the cold qi to show weakness to the enemy.

The Seven Deadly Sins returned to the back, Lu Mingfei half-squatted on the ice dragon, a trace of cold qi wandered in the superficial layer of his body, and the blood color disappeared instantly, creating a weak and pale illusion - with the eyesight of the old shopkeeper below, he could definitely see the changes that cleared him.

Manipulating the ice dragon under his feet, he flew crookedly towards the Lateran Ruins, and Lu Ming turned his gaze without a trace - below, the old shopkeeper, the young man beside him, and the two teams of black-clothed men behind them were all approaching in the direction of the Lateran Ruins at an extremely exaggerated speed.

Sure enough, you're here for the secret party and the senators, and I want to see what you come from and what you want to do.

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly, flew over the ruins of Lateran, the ice dragon under his feet collapsed, he fell to the ground in free fall as if he was too weak to move, and the seven deadly sins were also separated from him and fell beside him.

Although this is also a necessary part of acting, Lu Mingfei didn't plan to really let himself fall to the ground, he specially flew into the sky near Senior Brother Chu before freefalling, with his understanding of Senior Brother Chu, Senior Brother Chu would definitely catch him as soon as possible......

A light black shadow swept out, stretched out his arms to catch Lu Mingfei who was in free fall, and the Seven Deadly Sins smashed straight to the ground, shaking out a piece of rubble.

Lu Mingfei's face was pale and cold, and with a pretended misty gaze, he looked at Xia Ludi, who was holding him in the way of a princess hug, and he was puzzled in his mind - Xia Ludi, where did you come from? And why did you pick me up? I didn't have a scene for you in the plan I just made!

Lu Mingfei glanced at Chu Zihang, who was supposed to take over the play, and found that he was standing beside him and Charlotte, holding the village rain on guard.

In fact, Chu Zihang wanted to pick up Lu Mingfei at first, but in his judgment, there was probably some unknown danger around, so he would always hold the village rain on guard, so when Xia Ludi rushed out to pick up Lu Mingfei, he retracted his steps and continued to guard the surroundings with a knife.

"Lu Mingfei! Lu Mingfei! Charlotte knelt on the ground regardless of her image, and carefully put Lu Mingfei on her lap and lay down, "Are you okay?" Hurt? ”

"Don't worry, I'...... It's just that the physical exertion is a little too much......" Lu Mingfei showed a weak smile, "It seems that it is still a bit reluctant to use alchemy weapons to cut missiles......"

"You're too impulsive!" Charlotte's eyes were slightly red, and she didn't care about any aristocratic etiquette, and in the case of trying not to affect Lu Mingfei, who was lying on her lap, she groped out a quartz bottle from her body with both hands, and the bottle contained a light red liquid, as if it was glowing, "Drink this quickly, it can stabilize the injury and speed up the recovery...... Come ......"

"No...... I'm not injured when I rest, just rest and rest......" Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly.

What medicine does he drink? His weakness is all pretended, the medicine in the bottle is not cheap at first glance, and it is too wasteful to drink it just to act.

"Senior Brother Chu......" Lu Mingfei spoke to Chu Zihang, who was on guard with a knife, as if he was a character in a TV series who wanted to explain his last words.

Chu Zihang half-squatted down and approached Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei struggled to get up from Charlotte's knee pillow, put his arm around Chu Zihang's neck, and let Chu Zihang put himself up.

At the same time, the cold air quietly spread from Chu Zihang's back collar, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a thin layer of armor on the surface of Chu Zihang's body.

Chu Zihang's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Lu Mingfei - although others didn't notice the changes in his body, he could feel the existence of that layer of armor himself.

Lu Mingfei weakly seemed to lean his head on Chu Zihang, and whispered: "Be vigilant, there is danger, there may be undercover." ”

Chu Zihang's face did not change, but he blinked his eyes twice in a row, indicating that he understood.

Since the old shopkeeper was an undercover dragon agent, Lu Mingfei had reason to suspect that there were other undercover agents among the half-breeds present, so he only gave Chu Zihang a wake-up call, and by the way, he used the magic of the frost giant to give Chu Zihang an armor.

"Ming Fei! How are you?! Ange and Beowulf ran over, worried.

But under the worry on the surface, Ange also had some doubts in his heart - first, he didn't think that Lu Mingfei would be like this if he received a missile, and second, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he only felt that Lu Mingfei was in a weak state...... It's kind of acting, but he doesn't have any proof.

Without waiting for Lu Mingfei to speak, Ange and Beowulf's faces changed almost at the same time, turned their heads to look in one direction in the woods, and shouted: "All on alert, there is an enemy attack!" ”

After all, it was the elite of the various families, and almost as soon as Ange and Beowulf spoke, someone began to react, and when the words fell, all the movable hybrids in the ruins turned around and stood guard in the direction that Ange and Beowulf were looking, even if it was just an empty wood.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Applause erupted abruptly from the forest, the trees parting in an invisible force that made a tooth-aching sound of the fibers breaking.

The dense forest opened a passage, or rather a curtain, revealing two men behind them, an old man and a young man, as well as a neat line of black-robed people.

Looking at the comer, Ange's face was so full of doubt and surprise for the first time: "Alfonso? ”

"It's been years since we've fought side by side, but Ange's senses are still as sharp as ever."

The old shopkeeper walked over on crutches, and the light of the golden pupils pressed down on all the half-bloods like a wall—the pressure generated by the mental realm of the half-blood dragons, which would not cause damage to the entity, but could block the spirits and the elements, and leave an unrecoverable mental wound on enemies who got too close.

The empty trouser leg filled with every step he took, and by the time he had reached twenty or thirty meters in front of Ange and Beowulf and stopped, the empty trouser had stretched out a full leg, covered in scales, like steel poured, and claws like daggers.

"You're a dragon? Undercover in the secret party? ”

There wasn't much sadness or shock on Ange's face, his nerves as a warrior had been tempered so much that he could remain calm even if his former comrades suddenly became mortal enemies.

But the suspicion on his face was hard to hide—the fact that Alfonso was a dragon lurking in the secret party crushed the discipline of "dragon behavior" that he had studied for many years.

Alfonso did not answer Ange, but turned his gaze to Lu Mingfei, who was supported by Chu Zihang.

Sure enough, even the best hybrid breed could not retain its combat effectiveness after confronting seven missiles head-on.

His gaze swept over Lu Mingfei, and Alfonso's gaze was locked on the metal box standing in the rubble of the ruins beside Lu Mingfei - the Seven Deadly Sins.

"Old friend," Alfonso said in a quiet tone, looking back at Ange, "with your style, you don't think you want to talk to me about terms, do you?" ”

After a few seconds of silence, Ange showed a smile without warmth: "How come? Even if they are enemies now, what kind of law is it against to catch up with old friends before the fight? ”

"My lord, he clearly wants to stall! And to get our information! The young man next to Alfonso spoke.

Alfonso turned his head to look at the young man, who immediately bowed his head and was silent.

"Let's talk about it then, after all, I shouldn't have a chance to talk about it in the future." Alfonso sat on the grass curled up in yellow by the heat, resting his cane on his knees and looking at Ange.

Ange and Beowulf also sat down, Ange playing with the folding knife in his hand, the crimson blade standing out in the sunlight.

Lu Mingfei also sat down with Chu Zihang's support, turned his head to look at Ange and Alfonso, and paid attention to them silently.

But soon Charlotte was back on her lap pillow, fortunately it did not affect Lu Mingfei's vision.

Sorry, it's a little late today, I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow for the New Year, and I'm going to visit relatives as soon as I get home the day after tomorrow, so I may take a day off, goo! (The pigeon bows. JPG）

(End of chapter)