Chapter 216 A Little Bit of Crying Angel Shocks

"Typhoons and heavy rains are manifestations of elemental turbulence. It is not surprising that the appearance of the false god Odin can stimulate elemental turbulence, and he appeared in advance... maybe just to visit dad. It's like dad, you want to attend my party. The opening ceremony came several days ago. I would just think that you were delayed for something, instead of thinking about it because my opening ceremony was delayed for a few days in the previous timeline. The 'new timeline' theory you conceived is untenable. dad."

Chu Zihang quickly gave his own defense. Without substantial evidence, his father's speculation could not withstand scrutiny.

Chu Tianjiao was speechless. After thinking about it carefully, what his son said did make sense. He felt a little discouraged and the light in his pupils dimmed:

"Indeed... I feel it's a bit nonsense when you say that. Forget it, if you are struggling with this, you might as well find a way to find out where Odin is and snatch back the box containing the 'Black King's Intestine'."

Chu Zihang had been paying attention to the changes in his father's demeanor. Compared with the physical instability caused by the dragon bloodline, the demon caused unpredictable pollution from the cognitive and mental aspects.

He had a deep understanding of this when he was trapped in an unknown space in the hospital. The devil tried to drag him into the abyss of error with all kinds of false and blasphemous knowledge; and his father had been in the Nibelung for the past six months, and that kind of situation It's impossible to survive without residual mental trauma.

So he decided to start preaching the holy words of the great Emperor to his father after returning to the Holy Blood Pavilion, so that his father could believe in the Emperor and fight for the Emperor and mankind in order to create a pure, strong and untainted soul.

As the father and son fell silent, the only thing left in the carriage was the cry of the howling wind and snow outside the window.

The long black dragon slowed down quietly as it approached the platform and slid smoothly into the platform.

After getting off the car, a Mercedes-Benz with eye-catching blood-drop marks on its wings came into view. This "mourning car" is the only car currently owned by the Weeping Angel. A strong and serious man wearing sunglasses stood beside the car, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"The S-class asked me to come and pick you two up." The strong man said in imperfect Chinese. He stepped forward and stretched out his big arms as thick as ordinary people's thighs to take the luggage of the father and son.

"Has the school engineering department also reached cooperation with the Weeping Angels Chapter now?"

Chu Zihang was a little surprised. These school workers were all elites who had retired from the Navy SEALs. They usually only obeyed the orders of the execution department, but now they were actually working as drivers for them?

"It's not cooperation, this is the principal's order," the strong school janitor put the luggage in the trunk, "Now S-class also has the authority to mobilize members of the school janitor."

"It seems like the little Saiyan is having a great time in Kassel," Chu Tianjiao said half-jokingly, "Does Ange know his true strength?"

"That depends on dad, whether you're asking about strength in the real world or in the Nibelungs."

"Is there any difference? Is it possible that it can be divided into home and away games like a basketball game?"

"That's true... But it's hard to explain it clearly to Dad now. I'll explain it to you after I return to the Holy Blood Hall." Chu Zihang did not immediately explain everything to his father. This involved the Weeping Angels Chapter. A deeper secret.

After passing through the cast-iron carved school gate, the Mercedes-Benz drove into this castle-like college and drove along a road familiar to Chu Zihang to the location of the Holy Blood Hall.

"The changes are quite big. I can't even recognize where they are. It seems that Angers has made a lot of money from the school board over the years. The style of the entire college has been completely renovated."

"At that time, Kassel still trained students according to the methods of the Berlin Military Academy, and the students were even allowed to use word spirits for combat practice; I remember that at that time, the head of the executive department was still a European dragon drinker. The old man of the bloody madman family, this old guy is ruthless, and he has been fighting against Ange..."

Looking out the window at the baroque-style college building, Chu Tianjiao's lips curled up slightly, as if he had gone back to the days when he was a student at Kassel College more than ten years ago.

Chu Zihang was silent. He had learned about the previous style of Kassel College, and the reason for the change to the style of the private free college seemed to be a certain accident with heavy losses. But if it comes down to it, he thinks Lu Mingfei would like Cassel's previous style. He has always wanted to establish a special war group, and also need some genetic modification...

"Here we are."

The school guard's words brought Chu Zihang back to reality from his thoughts. Chu Zihang said "Okay" and opened the door and got out of the car. Before he could turn around and go to the trunk to get his luggage, there was a door in front of the Holy Blood Museum. This scene really shocked him.

The Holy Blood Hall has its own courtyard, and now there is a giant milky white statue nearly five meters high in the center of the courtyard.

Although the statue is not yet completed, with multi-layered scaffolding of the same height surrounding it, the overall image of the statue is complete in appearance.

This is a statue of an angel with a pair of wings spread out behind it, but it is different from the angels in mythical stories who wear white clothes and have moon branches on their heads. This angel is wearing heavy armor and is engraved on the armor. The exquisite patterns and paintings and carvings everywhere give it a perfect artistic atmosphere, and the decorations such as the belt, kneepads, skulls on the breastplate, and purity marks with scriptures add a bit of religious flavor, symbolizing The dazzling ruby-like pupils of wisdom and strategy are particularly eye-catching in the center of the breastplate. This is also one of the few places on this statue that has been dyed in advance;

The angel holds a sharp sword burning with holy flames in one hand, and the other hand holds a trident-shaped spear with wings attached to it. The war flag on the gun barrel is obviously made of stone, but under the hands of the sculptor, it is wrapped naturally as if fluttering in the wind. The angel's wrist; what was trampled underfoot was a ferocious creature with only half its head left, its twisted horns were all chopped off, and its sharp fangs were nailed to the base of the stone sculpture, serving as a reference to set off the angel's heroic appearance. .

Saint Les.

Chu Zihang recognized the angel statue at a glance as the "Father of Genes" highly respected by Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei himself stood on the scaffolding and polished the angel's face with a sculpting knife and stone chisel. A burning halo like a corona behind the head has taken shape.

It seems that he has been concentrating on this job these days.

"Welcome back, brother. I also intend to complete this statue of the great Saint Les before you return."

Lu Mingfei looked happy when he saw Chu Zihang getting out of the car. After a few jumps, he landed lightly from the scaffolding several meters high. The snow-white lime and his hair were dyed silver.

"Your artistic style is still so perfect. Praise Saint Lesbian." Chu Zihang admired from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he was a little surprised, "But I never knew that besides painting, your sculpture level was also so high. attainments."

"This is the method that Saint Leth teaches us to keep our hearts pure and peaceful." Lu Mingfei said in a pious and respectful tone. In the past, the Ninth Legion, which was known as the "battlefield ghoul" due to genetic defects, was under the control of the Primarch. His subordinates transformed into noble "Blood Angels", suppressing their thirst for blood and the black rage that would appear in the future through the pursuit of art.

"I'm glad to see you wake up from the coma, uncle. I've fulfilled my promise." Then, Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Tianjiao, who was listening to the conversation between the two and looked confused, and said hello with a polite smile, just like It was a rainy night when I got into the Maybach more than half a year ago.

His pupils were covered with a layer of golden brilliance, and he seemed to be able to see into the depths and souls of people.

"..." Chu Tianjiao was a little frightened by the stares. Before he could speak, Lu Mingfei turned his head to talk to Chu Zihang:

"Does he really remember nothing?"

"Well, I have no impression of everything I experienced after leaving the Nibelungs. I cannot rule out that it was a despicable method used by false gods or demons."

"There are no traces left by the devil so far... Let's go find Yuan Zhennu, maybe his word spirit can have an effect."

"Okay. Can my father be allowed to know all the secrets of the Weeping Angel?"

"Can."

"Okay. I will make Dad believe in the Emperor and fight for Him." Chu Zihang nodded and looked at Chu Tianjiao, who looked confused, "Let's go, Dad, let's go in first."

The two children left no room for him to speak. After the conversation, Lu Mingfei climbed onto the scaffolding again and continued to ponder the statue of the angel. Chu Tianjiao was helplessly pulled around the statue by Chu Zihang and entered the Holy Blood. Inside the museum.

There is a gramophone placed in the corner of the hall. In the past, it was only used as an exhibit. Now it comes in handy. The black record under the needle slowly rotates, and the calm and gorgeous syllables of "Aria on the G String" echo in the Holy Blood Hall. .

The huge mural originally hung in the hall opposite the entrance has been replaced with a new work - but compared to the previous gorgeous and stunning "Angels Leading the Army", this huge painting hanging down from the second floor is relatively different. It's much simpler.

The subject of this painting is simply the head of a man.

The man in the painting closed his eyes tightly, with a solemn expression and a touch of sadness. The laurel crown of moon branches on his forehead suppressed his black hair. It was like a golden sun was burning behind his head, with a sacred halo above his head. There seems to be a golden eagle spreading its wings.

Just one look at it makes people want to kneel down and surrender to the man in the painting.

"The Emperor, the Great Lord of Mankind."

Chu Zihang had never seen the true face of the emperor he believed in, but after seeing the image of a painted man, his instinct told him that this was the emperor's holy face.

He took a deep breath, declared a prayer in his heart, and knelt down on one knee devoutly while walking, which was not the highest etiquette of the Astartes that he had been taught.

"Is this within the scope of Angers' permission... I feel that as a parent, I need to report some issues to the school..." Chu Tianjiao was a little frightened by his son's "abnormal" behavior and knelt down to salute a mural. , it seems a bit too deeply poisoned by religion.

"Don't be rude, dad." Chu Zihang stood up from the ground, "I will take you to find Yuan Zhimu first."

"Uh...wait a minute, son, can I first ask who the young girl is?"

"At present, he should be regarded as the dream trainer of the battle group. His main job is to protect the White King's Dragon Bone Cross." Chu Zihang explained.

"Dream trainer? You still have such a profession here...wait a minute!" Chu Tianjiao suddenly realized that something was wrong. He shook his head for a while as if to wake himself up. He asked dubiously:

"Son...you just said 'The White King's Dragon Bone Cross', right?"

"Well, this is one of the secrets of our battle group," Chu Zihang said unhurriedly, "The 'white emperor' in the history of the Dragon Clan has been killed by Brother Lu Mingfei, and what he left behind after his death is The Dragon Bone Cross is in the basement at our feet - it probably hasn't changed location yet, there was a theft incident not long ago."

"..."

Chu Tianjiao's eyes lost focus and became lifeless.

After a while, he suddenly woke up. After slapping himself several times, he was finally able to say a complete sentence, his voice trembling:

"Holy crap... this world is really crazy..."