Chapter 197 Summer’s Mourning (2)

Schneider knew about "Summer's Mourning", but it was limited to this word. There was no written record of this event that nearly destroyed the Secret Party and directly disbanded the first generation of Lionheart Club.

The only person who knew all this was Hilbert Jean Angers, the sole survivor of that incident.

"Is my grandfather's grandfather? It sounds like a very distant blood relationship." Lu Mingfei did not show much surprise, "Compared to listening to stories, there is a story in the Holy Blood Hall that can more intuitively display past memories. means."

"A more intuitive method?" Angers thought thoughtfully, "Then I hope I can brew this pot of Dahongpao a second time when I come back."

He stood up and did not ask what the means of intuitive display was. He looked at Schneider and said, "Do you want to listen to this story together?"

Schneider hesitated for a few seconds, then shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"...No, I still need to write and back up the files of the 'Dragon King Invasion', and the commissioners who are dispatched from various branches also need to get an explanation. Also, do you want me to report to the school board of directors?"

"I'll tell them later. Don't let them know that you already know about the existence of the dragon bone."

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Although the "Dragon King Invasion" alarm has been lifted, for safety reasons, the retired SEALs from the school administration department are still patrolling the campus with live ammunition and firearms, and at the same time, school personnel are prohibited from driving vehicles on the road——

Except for a silver Maserati.

The school staff all recognized the principal's iconic car and saw the silver-haired old man sitting in the driver's seat at a constant speed, so naturally they would not stop it.

"How did you know that the 'Summer Mourning' incident involved Dragon King-level enemies?"

The car stereo was playing Chopin's Farewell Waltz. Angers changed his previous appearance in Chicago from the old hooligan with a cigar in one hand and the steering wheel in the other, talking and laughing at the red light. His expression was as solemn as if he was going to attend the funeral of a friend.

"A small note involves Chu Zihang's father. I don't know who has taken these notes. I haven't had time to investigate yet." Lu Mingfei responded.

"Then it seems that you don't just want to hear stories... After killing the second-generation species, do you want to feel the power of the first-generation species?"

"Absolutely." Lu Mingfei said lightly.

He mainly wanted to test what kind of combat effectiveness he could display when he encountered a Dragon King-level alien in the mortal world——

Dragon King aliens do not need to rely on the Nibelung environment like he does. They themselves have powerful spiritual power that can be exerted in the mortal world, just like the White King.

He couldn't always expect that the enemy would take the initiative to activate the Nibelungen and that he would be able to fight in the state of a saint possessed by the Emperor's Holy Glory.

"Young people are always so passionate about fighting," Anger glanced at Lu Mingfei sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror, "Especially in that era when humans had not yet mastered the power of science, facing the powerful dragon clan At that time, all young people could rely on were the swords in their hands and the courage in their hearts, and the lack of strength required those brave young people to use their lives and corpses to prevent the dragons from resurrecting."

"In the bloody history of mixed races, when describing a person or an event, there are often only a few dozen words, and the lives they write about them burn brightly like fireworks, and often no one can see them. "

Ange whispered quietly.

Lu Mingfei nodded solemnly, giving respect to the warriors who fought against the aliens in the past.

In this world that still has "human rights", at least there are still people who remember them, and history has written a chapter for them; however, in that dark universe, there are countless warriors who have died fighting aliens and chaos, and the Astartes They and his Chapter brothers are remembered for it, and the Mortal Astra Militarum sometimes do not deserve even a death toll, often following their fallen worlds with them.

"We've arrived at your group headquarters, Captain Lu Mingfei."

The principal's office is not very far from the Holy Blood Hall. When they stepped into the courtyard of the Holy Blood Hall, the two of them could smell the faint smell of blood lingering on the Bermuda lawn.

Except for the two mercenary teams that sneaked into the museum early yesterday morning, the remaining mercenary team that stayed outside the museum were all silenced and killed, without even a warning being issued before they died.

"Is the failure of the 'Discipline' field also due to the Dragon Bone Cross?" Angers asked softly. As his words fell, the cold wind blowing in the winter dusk seemed to stop.

The realm of "Time Zero" expanded silently. Under the influence of the vice-principal's "discipline", Cassel College became a forbidden place for speech spirits. Unexpectedly, the Holy Blood Hall was not within its restrictions.

"Maybe, I haven't studied it in depth." Lu Mingfei said lightly. Although he has no signs of "Word Spirit" yet, his fighting instinct and prophecy psychic ability over the past hundred years are enough to deal with most heretics. With aliens.

He took Ange to the living room on the second floor of the museum, where Yuan Jingnu, who had had a short rest, was waiting for the two of them.

"Hello, Principal Angers."

Seeing Ange come in, Yuan Zhennu stood up a little cautiously and said hello to the old man.

As early as when he was the "extremely evil ghost" among the fierce ghosts, he had heard of this secret party legend who single-handedly defeated eight Sheqi families. The heretic king also mentioned this famous figure many times. An old man who may be the enemy in the future.

"Are you the Japanese trainee with a pedigree rating of C?" Ange looked at Lu Mingfei with a faint smile on his lips, "I always feel that you and your battle group will definitely bring me more in the future. Surprise...or shock."

"Then I hope you won't have a heart attack in the future, principal. Please sit down, principal, we are about to begin."

Lu Mingfei said unhurriedly that he had never been able to learn the Fingal brothers' ability to make wisecracks.

Angers sat down on the soft sofa and glanced around the room: "What means are you going to use to express my heavy story? I don't see any technological equipment here."

"Only a simple song is needed. Principal, please relax." Yuan Jingnu said softly.

"Is it similar to the spiritual spirit of 'Snake'..." Ange suddenly realized, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Mingfei lying on the sofa, his face calm and he closed his eyes.

At this moment, Yuan Zhennu began to sing softly. The long-lost ancient language had a completely unrecognizable grammatical structure, but it had an unusual phonological beauty.

Just as he said, this was an ethereal and melodious lullaby. Angers was entranced when he heard it. When he realized that this was the singing of the spirit of speech, it was already too late. The transparent realm of "Dream Tapir" instantly expanded and enveloped the entire room. in.

Darkness enveloped everything, the icy cold wind mixed with drizzle blew on my face, and the sound of waves lapping at the shore came closer and closer.

Angers woke up suddenly. In just a few dozen seconds, time seemed to go back nearly a hundred years. He returned to that dark rainy night. The man who bought a calendar every year and wrote "Erinnerungstag" (German word, translated) in red pen Memorial Day) on September 23rd.

That was the first time he saw the alien nightmare with his own eyes.

"Relax, Headmaster. This is just a dream."

A low voice came from his side. Young Hilbert Jean Angers saw the steel giant standing like an iron tower next to him. The other man was also looking at him sideways, and the pair of eyepieces on his helmet emanated. The stunning red light emitted is quite eye-catching in this dark environment.

A thunderbolt flashed in the sky, temporarily illuminating the dark coast, and at the same time illuminating the imprint of a weeping red heart in the center of the black and white stripes on the thick shoulder armor of the Iron Giant that protected his entire arm.

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Tokyo, Japan, Genji Heavy Industries, ξlayer.

Eri Uesugi brushed her teeth carefully in front of the dressing mirror. After brushing the molars on the left, she brushed the ones on the right, meticulously.

At the same time, she wiped her wet hair with one hand, and her long dark red hair flowed down her smooth back like a waterfall, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.

After washing herself carefully, she opened the wardrobe, picked out a brand new one from all the miko uniforms, and put it on. When she walked to the living room, she saw Minamoto sitting at the table.

"Brother, doesn't he have something to deal with?" She tilted her head and wrote in her notebook.

"It's okay." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.

The Japanese branch also received the "Dragon King Invasion" alert from the Kassel headquarters. Before, they might have ignored the matter and sent some people over symbolically, but now it is different. The White King's Dragon Bones The cross is stored in the headquarters!

As soon as it received the warning, the Japanese branch immediately named the most capable guys in the execution department, and Yuan Zhisheng personally led the team to Chicago to protect the White King's keel and see if they could bring it with them. Back... However, not long after, the alarm was lifted, and the headquarters gave a reply that "a false alarm occurred due to a technical error."

"Want to fight Street Fighter?" Yuan Zhisheng raised the handle.

After the death of the noble Haku King was confirmed, Eri's identity became a little more subtle. There is a Chinese saying that describes it aptly: "When the birds are gone, a good bow is hidden; when a cunning rabbit dies, a lackey is cooked."

As the ultimate humanoid weapon hidden by the Sheki Hakashi family, Eriki's condition needs to rely on huge expenses and treatment to stabilize, otherwise she will be an extremely dangerous killing weapon.

Although there are no objections within the family about this now, as new patriarchs and new family heads take over in a few years, different voices will definitely emerge.

All Minamoto Shisheng can do now is to spend as much time with Eri as possible. He hopes that this sister can have her own life like a normal girl in the future, instead of being used as a weapon to let others decide her fate.

"No, now is the time to pray to the Emperor."

Eri Uesugi held up the small notebook and shook his head. Then with a serious face, he spread out the notebook with "Eri Eri & Katos Angel's Holy Words of the Emperor" written on the cover on the table and sat upright.

Yuan Zhisheng stood up and left silently, as if he had become accustomed to it.

"Young Master, there is a message from the Honorable High Priest."

At the door, Sakura Yabuki, dressed as a standard female secretary OL, handed over a tablet.

Yuan Zhisheng took it and glanced at the information on the screen.

"What's going on? What does the great priest want the family to do for him?" The crow on the side interjected and asked.

"The alchemist sergeants of the Grand Priest Chapter have some special needs that we need to meet for them." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly.

"Young master, you said that this special need is a bit ambiguous...could it be that you want actresses? To be honest, there is no need. At this time, the head of the Inuyama family is eager to complete the training procedures for the headquarters so that he can send his young and beautiful daughters to college. As for the priests, such as Shi Jinzi..."

"It's not a woman, it's a game board. Where are the corporate headquarters of Capcom and Nintendo? You go there, Crow, I need to meet with the parents later."

Yuan Zhisheng sighed and handed the tablet back to Sakura.

When he inadvertently looked back at Eriki, who was sitting in the room with her eyes closed, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Suddenly, Minamoto Zhisheng seemed to see Eri's pure white miko uniform covered with a faint golden light.