Chapter 220 Letter
"Is there a second-generation species awakening?" Chu Tianjiao frowned. This kind of dangerous dragon whose bloodline is only under the first-generation species has appeared in the past history, but those targets were informed in advance before they had time to awaken. The secret party in the position filled the coffin with mercury.
But the sleeping second-generation species and the resurrected second-generation species are completely different things. The dragon blood "stolen" by the mixed-race species will suffer unimaginable suppression in front of the real dragon clan. There was once a third-generation species with a relatively thin bloodline in the resuscitated state. It can crush mixed-bloods with blood below A level until they can't even lift their hands.
What's more, not all mixed-race spirit spirits are high-risk or even ultra-high-risk spirit spirits such as "Snap", "Time Zero" and "Jun Yan". Most mixed-race species can rely on their own strength enhanced by dragon blood.
"Location."
As expected, Lu Mingfei's calm voice sounded from the side, as if he could set out on the dragon-slaying journey at any time.
"You can kill the White King, so killing a second generation is almost like killing a chicken." Chu Tianjiao sighed in his heart, feeling that he had not stayed in the Nibelungen for more than half a year, but for most of his life.
"We are still tracking its location," Angers shook his head. "This first generation awakened in a very secretive manner, causing almost no disturbance. Even now, it is still hidden behind the scenes, allowing the death of those who are inspired by the bloodline to The servants carry out the killing and do not show themselves voluntarily.”
"You can go to Rome to rest first, and then set off after confirming the target location. This can save time crossing the Atlantic Ocean."
"Okay." Lu Mingfei nodded, his words still concise.
"However, some secret party families may not want to see your appearance. If even this first generation is killed by you, then you will probably add another Dragon Bone Cross to your collection." Angers chuckled. , "In this way, you will have a very important say in the 'Nibelung Plan'."
"The Nibelungen Plan?" Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the name, "Can you tell me more specifically? Is it a plan to build Nibelungen space in the real world?"
If this was really the case, he didn't know whether to agree or disagree.
The reason for agreeing is simple. The emperor's sacred power can come through the Nibelung space constructed with spiritual elements. He and other brothers who believe in the emperor can enter the "saint" state, and the efficiency of purifying aliens can be increased to the highest level. No xenomorph of any kind can withstand the wrath of the Emperor;
The reason for the opposition is also very simple. If the emperor's power can come here, the other evil eyes of the Supreme Heaven will also look here. One ever-changing demon king is already troublesome enough, and Lu Mingfei doesn't want another crazy one. A blood-crazed demon or a filthy Great Unclean One has descended on his hometown.
"No, this is a plan that can greatly enhance hybrid individuals..." Angers looked for the plan, only to find that it had been taken away by Schneider, so he had to explain in words:
"Using dragon genes and alchemical biotechnology to enhance the bloodline and combat power of hybrids to the point where they can face the Dragon King. This plan has been in place since..."
Lu Mingfei immediately lost interest. If it had been earlier, he might have been excited, but now he no longer needed the relevant strengthening program.
Because there is a great emperor.
Lu Mingfei believed that the Emperor who single-handedly created the Custodes, the Primarchs and the Astartes could also create the genetic template of a new type of warrior based on the characteristics of hybrid humans. All he needed to do was to purify the alien heretics while waiting quietly. .
After patiently listening to Angers' brief explanation of the "Nibelungen Plan", Lu Ming was about to leave without being polite, but Angers stopped him again:
"One more thing, I'm sure you'll be looking forward to this."
He stood up and walked to his desk, took out a white envelope from the drawer and handed it to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei took it, and at a glance he saw several beautiful handwritings on the front: "Principal Angers transfer to Lu Mingfei (accept)".
"The letter from your parents was sent to an unknown destination."
Angers sat back on the sofa with a faint smile on his lips.
"parents?"
Lu Mingfei's heart was slightly touched, thinking about this ancient and unfamiliar word that symbolized family affection.
His memories of his parents in his hometown were precipitated by more than a hundred years of fighting memories. In that cold universe, the influence of his parents was not important. After being selected to become an Astartes, his feelings about "family love" were also reflected in the surgery and... They were completely wiped out by the indoctrination of the concept of fighting, and only the Primarch was their father.
The back of the envelope is hot-stamped with red paint, which is considered an ancient way of sending letters in my hometown. He opened the letter:
Dear Mingfei:
We have received your admission notice. We thought that Kassel’s admission notice would be sent to you after you finish the college entrance examination, but we didn’t expect it to come so far in advance.
I hope you will not be scared by the other side of the world, and I also hope that I can be by your side at this moment.
But unfortunately it is not possible yet. Your father and I have been doing what we have been doing for nearly twenty years, and there is not much time left. If I leave, there will be some unbearable consequences. I am an incompetent mother, and I hope you can understand me.
I heard that the principal rated your bloodline as "S". Although this is something that your father and I have long expected, I hope you don't put too much pressure on yourself. Don't say "with great power comes great responsibility" Take it to your heart and do who and what you want to do. No matter what choice you make, I will be proud of you.
Your father and I have set a time to meet you, which is the year you graduate from Kassel College. We can't wait to see you in Kassel's bachelor's uniform. You must be very handsome. But when the time comes, it's better not to join the executive department. It would be good to stay in the college as a professor.
We love you always.
Mom, Jovini
ps: When I was writing the letter, your father kept dictating to me to write to you, but I thought it was all nonsense so I won’t go into details. Isn’t that a bit selfish? Ha ha.
"Your mood is calmer than I thought." Ange took a sip of black tea.
"Well. Where are they now?" Lu Mingfei stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope, and Chu Tianjiao, who stuck his head out to look at it secretly, also withdrew his curious gaze.
"He's another left-behind child... But how perverted is the bloodline of a parent who can give birth to a son who killed the White King? There's no way he's really a Super Saiyan." He muttered in his heart, but couldn't help but stare. Turning to Lu Mingfei, "If he is younger than my son, then his parents cannot be much older or younger than me... But I have never heard of any other students of S-class blood in my previous years... …”
"Perhaps they are exploring the remains of the dragon clan in an uninhabited jungle in South America. This letter has been sent for a long time. They probably don't know that their son has the ability to kill the next generation alone." Angers chuckled. , "Do you need a reply? I will send it out for you as soon as I receive their message."
"No need. When I have the chance, I will meet them in person and ask them clearly." Lu Mingfei said lightly.
He doesn't have much affection for his parents in this world, he just wants to understand some things.
Although he didn't care about his physical condition, as long as his soul was holy and loyal to fight for the emperor, the emperor once said that he should "understand which part of his hometown his body belongs to." Since it was an order, Lu Mingfei naturally wanted to Do it without hesitation.
Angers smiled and said nothing more.
"If there is nothing else, I'll take my leave first. I need to prepare some things." After Lu Mingfei said goodbye politely, he turned around and left. Chu Tianjiao hesitated for a few seconds and then whispered to the principal, "I'll see you later." I'll see you again." Then he quickly followed Lu Mingfei.
Watching the two of them walking down the stairs, Principal Angers drank his second cup of black tea, stood up again, and walked back to his desk. He seemed to feel something. He pulled out another drawer and took out a gray folder.
The folder was light and there didn't seem to be much in it. Angers slowly opened the seal and took out two pages of drawing paper.
The drawings on the paper have fine lines and are lifelike. A boy was sitting on a high platform, wearing an exquisite suit and square leather shoes, his feet dangling, and a contented smile on his face.
Next to him stands a warrior as tall as a giant wearing heavy armor. The thick black and white checkered shoulder armor has a tearful red heart painted on the center.
Angers stared in silence for a long time, his eyes revealing the long-lost emotion of an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, but at the same time it was a little complicated.
Then he turned to the second page.
The second page is a personal painting. A boy wearing a Greek laurel crown on his forehead tilts his head slightly. His eyes that seem to be able to see everything penetrate the paper and look at Angers.
Noble, holy, unfathomable... Although there are only a few strokes, the characteristics of the boy in the painting have been fully displayed, as if the painting paper is carrying a huge weight.
I don't know how long it took, until the sunlight fell from the skylight onto the painting in Angers' hands, giving it a layer of holy golden light. Then he sighed softly and whispered in an inaudible voice:
"Emperor...?"