Chapter 257: Old Friends, Today’s Mortal Enemies

Stepping through the door of the Torii, passing through the ancient dragon city remaining at the bottom of the sea of ​​the God's Burial Place, the Trieste seemed to have traveled through time. After entering a layer of barrier, the sea water completely receded, and the submersible entered a piece of land.

The land is vast and boundless, and the space is full of the five dead elements. These killed elements float and settle in the Nibelungen, and occasionally burst out with fantasy flames.

Above the sky is pure black flames, surrounded by fantasy miracles, and distorted words are like dragons chanting poems.

Mortals once recorded myths. In the temples and sacred mountains where the gods live, those ancient temples stand strange and incomprehensible creations.

Myths are a reflection of history. Many mythological stories that our ancestors once enjoyed originated from this and were derived from things born from alchemy.

The hatch of the Trieste slowly opened, and Angers and Uesugi Yue walked out slowly.

At the gate, Angers saw an old "friend".

Friedrich von Long, one of the first generation members of the Lionheart Society.

In China, he used the alias Lin Fenglong and was the owner of the antique shop "Fenglongtang" in Beijing Liulichang.

But that was in the past. Due to the dragon blood detection device developed by the Nantianmen Department, Lin Fenglong left Beijing and came to Nibelungen in Japan under a large-scale search.

"I have been looking for you for many years." Ange's eyes were neither happy nor sad.

The traitor he had been looking for finally appeared in front of him, and the lion fire in his heart was burning.

When the Summer Mourning incident broke out, Ange conducted a systematic investigation of the only remaining clues and determined that it was Lin Fenglong who sent the weapon to Kassel Academy.

Meinec was not such a casual person. He confirmed the goods because he saw Friedrich von Long's signature on the box and stamped it with a special seal with the secret party's silver finger. Unconfirmed goods could not be sent to the secret party's base-Kassel Manor.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Think about the time. A hundred years have passed." Lin Fenglong said casually, looking at Ange who was about to kill him with a knife.

His golden eyes lit up, and the oppression from the dragon was revealed in his red-gold pupils.

"You still hate what happened back then." Lin Fenglong looked at Ange, turned his head and glanced at Shangshan Yue, crossed his hands, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I killed the first generation of Lionheart members for some compelling reasons, but you still hold a grudge against me. For decades, you have been looking for my traces."

"What can I say? Although Menek von Cassel, Lu Shanyan, Jilitaxia (ghost), Brendan Kalu Akinta (chief), Jamal Vijay Sah (tiger), and Arnold van Flamand (ash) are all dead, you can completely ignore them, right?

Anyway, these people will die when the Supreme awakens. What's the difference between now and the past?"

"By the way, I am the same. Everyone is waiting for the countdown, so why can't we make a small and insignificant sacrifice for the plan."

Anger closed his eyes, and the mountains of corpses and blood he saw that year seemed to emerge in his mind again.

Cassel College, the burning ruins, on this battlefield between man and dragon, there is no winner, only dead souls, and the first generation of the Lionheart president Menek von Cassel died on the battlefield.

Word Spirit, Time Zero.

Reality was stretched, and the world's time was forcibly paused for a moment.

The fourth degree of blood burst, the flame of the lion burned, and Angers swung a knife at Lin Fenglong.

The folding knife tore the air, and the surroundings were so quiet that nothing was left. In the speed domain of time zero, no one could react at all, what happened.

"It's faster than before, but it's a pity that this is still the domain of hybrids."

Uesugi Yue looked in front of him with a solemn look.

Angers' time zero was forcibly offset by the enemy, and his word spirit lost its effect at this moment, and the folding knife he swung was grabbed by Lin Fenglong.

The sharp cold light seemed to cut everything, but the palm wrapped in black iron dragon scales was tightly grasped in his hand.

The next moment, Angers was kicked away by Lin Fenglong.

This was the pure power of crushing the fourth degree of blood burst. Even if Angers reacted temporarily and offset 80% of the power by changing his palm, he was still repelled.

The release of the word spirit, the boiling of elements, and the start of creation

At this moment, in Nibelungen, Ange and Uesugi Yue both felt something unknown falling on them.

The Word Spirit was sealed at this moment and could no longer be used.

"Ah." Lin Fenglong shook his head.

He looked at Ange, and his thoughts seemed to have returned to the time of 1900.

Why did he betray the Lionheart Society at that time?

Oh, it was because the mythical kings of China appeared in front of him and chose to surrender.

Death and survival, this is the unchanging theme.

Even the high-ranking hybrids and the young geniuses who were in full control of the world retreated because of death.

Lin Fenglong chose to live. He betrayed the group of people in the first generation of the Lionheart Society, causing the first group annihilation of Kassel Academy and major damage to the secret party.

But for this reason, he has now completed a sublimation from a hybrid to a perfect creature.

He completely bid farewell to the so-called human domain and the limit of hybrids, and reached a hybrid king in a sense.

"Ange, in fact, you are more talented than me. You have survived from certain death and achieved the miracle of resurrection. If you are willing to let go of these unimportant feelings, then you can join us and become..."

"Are you done?" Ange shook his wrist.

He looked at Lin Fenglong with great disdain.

In any case, you are a traitor.

"I did not betray the secret party. The birth of the secret party was loyalty to God. My choice is no different from what you have done in the past hundred years."

"I just want to kill you."

Ange had no other ideas. For nearly a hundred years, he had only one goal - revenge.

Uesugi Yue stared at Lin Fenglong at this time and said: "Charlotte Chen is the fate you compiled."

Lin Fenglong waved his hand casually: "The fate we compiled? It's possible. I don't know how many people with the surname "Chen" have been plotted."

He did not deny it, but this attitude has made Uesugi Yue understand what kind of person he is!

Rather than admitting that he caused this phenomenon and killed a woman named Charlotte Chen, it is better to directly understand that he is too lazy to think about what bad things he has done in the past hundred years, and whether this person is among them.

Casual and perfunctory reasons and results.

This is the indifference and arrogance from the bones, the view that the dragon takes for granted for mortals.

What does the number of human deaths count for in the pursuit of supreme power?

Shangshan Yue seemed to hear Lin Fenglong asking such a question to himself.

"You deserve to die." Shangshan Yue made a sound similar to the roar of an ancient dragon.

Lin Fenglong glanced at Ange and reached out to stroke his hair.

"Ange."

"Understood."

The tacit understanding between the two was staged at this moment. Shangshan Yue rushed towards Lin Fenglong, his eyes were red, and this anger was enough to burn others or himself to death.

Angers did the same, holding the folding knife in his hand, and swung a fatal knife at Lin Fenglong.

Swords and swords danced wildly, and monsters fought monsters. (End of this chapter)