Chapter 89 Hill's News
"We have to get out of here quickly! The commotion just now was too loud! If we are caught by the Chinese authorities, we will be doomed!"
Following Professor Mans' order, the engine of the Moniach emitted a low roar, the hull shook violently, and began to move forward at full speed. Heavy rain was pouring down, and the river water stirred up huge splashes on both sides of the hull, like a galloping silver dragon, trying to get rid of the danger behind it.
Lu Mingfei stood on the deck, the cold wind and rain constantly hitting his face. His eyes were deep as he stared at the darkness in the distance. The residual heat of the battle just now seemed to still be burning in his body, and his chest was heaving.
He walked slowly towards Professor Mans and asked, "With such a big commotion just now, it must have been noticed by the authorities. How should we solve this problem next?"
Professor Mans's face was solemn, but his tone remained calm: "Fortunately, there was this rainstorm, so most of the noise was covered up. If it was a calm night, we might have been in the police station drinking tea now. But don't worry too much. The school has a special aftermath department to deal with these matters. Our task is to evacuate this area of water as soon as possible." As he spoke, he kept his eyes on the direction of sailing, fearing that another accident would happen.
The Moniach struggled forward in the rain. The darkness on both sides of the channel seemed like an endless abyss. Only the light on the bow faintly pierced through the rain and fog.
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At the same time, the Night Watch discussion area was swept by an unprecedented wave of enthusiasm.
"Breaking news! S-class freshman Lu Mingfei killed two second-generation giant dragons in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River!" This red and bold post quickly climbed to the top of the discussion area and became the focus of everyone's heated discussion. The entire discussion area was almost flooded with this news, and all kinds of speculations, exclamations and excited comments came like a tide.
Everyone in the academy was still waiting for the results of the 3E exam for the S-level freshman named Lu Mingfei, but they didn't expect to get such explosive news.
"Holy crap, is this true? A freshman can actually do this!"
"The 3E exam results haven't even come out yet, and he's already killed two second-generation species. Is he still human?"
"Who said before that S-rank was just an exaggeration? Do you still dare to say that now?"
For a while, there was a lot of discussion inside and outside Kassel College. Those members of the Student Union and Lionheart Club who were originally dissatisfied with Lu Mingfei were now speechless. The pride in their hearts seemed insignificant in the face of this news.
"Well done. It seems I can indeed retire." In the principal's office, Angé leisurely put down the black tea in his hand, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.
He smiled as he looked at Lu Mingfei in front of him. Lu Mingfei's wounds had been simply bandaged, and his face was still a little pale, but his eyes were shining with a sharp light.
Lu Mingfei had a blank expression on his face, and his tone was calm without any ripples: "The two dragons are not dead." He recalled the scene when the giant dragon sank to the bottom of the river during the battle. The dragon's struggle and the anger in its eyes were still vivid in his mind.
Angé was not surprised and nodded slightly: "The second generation is the backbone of the dragon clan. It is not so easy to kill them." He took a sip of tea and did not seem to intend to make a fuss about it.
Lu Mingfei's eyes became slightly sharper. After a moment's silence, he said, "According to what you said, there is a next generation above the second generation, and above the next generation is the Dragon King. If the second generation is already so powerful, then expecting these students to slay the dragon is nothing but sending them to their deaths." His voice was low, but with a sense of questioning.
Ange smiled slightly, with some emotion in his expression: "That's why we need a real dragon slayer to lead them, a genius that even the Dragon King fears. Many times, it doesn't take too many people to slay a dragon. You only need the strongest one. The others can provide logistics support for the strongest person, gather intelligence for him, and forge the sharpest sword for him." His eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the long river of time and see the future.
Angé placed a document on the table and pushed it in front of Lu Mingfei: "This is the intelligence Norma has collected recently. According to common sense, the dragon servants should not wake up before the Dragon King wakes up. Obviously, someone entered the Bronze City before us and awakened those dragon servants." He spoke calmly, as if he had already anticipated these problems.
Lu Mingfei was flipping through the documents, his eyes stopped on a line of words, his face suddenly darkened: "Suspected to be the Elders Council." This word reminded him of the warning that the mysterious little boy once gave him. The child said that the Elders Council would come to find him. Now it seems that this warning is coming true.
"I asked Professor Guderian on the way here, and he said that the Presbyterian Church was destroyed during World War II." Lu Mingfei questioned, the doubts in his heart could not be calmed for a long time.
Ange crossed his arms, his expression remained calm. "The Elders Council was not completely destroyed, they just hid themselves. The Third Reich launched a large-scale campaign against the Elders Council, but some of the hybrids managed to escape. No one knows where they went. Even though they are no longer as powerful as they were in the past, they are still one of the most dangerous hybrid organizations in the world."
"What on earth is that jar I brought back?" Lu Mingfei asked slowly after a long silence. For some reason he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Angers expression finally became serious, and he said slowly: "That is the Dragon King's bone bottle, or more precisely, Norton's egg."
"So what do you plan to do with it? Kill Norton directly?" Lu Mingfei continued to ask.
Ange did not evade the question and answered directly: "We will study him first. This is the first time that humans have captured a dragon king's egg. We need to obtain enough intelligence from it to defeat other dragon kings." A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. This was not only for the academy, but also for the future of the entire hybrid world.
"Hehe, can we still be called human beings..." Lu Mingfei laughed at himself.
He felt that he was a human being, but he found that he could no longer integrate into the lives of other humans. Even in this place that claimed to be able to eliminate the sorrow of blood, he seemed unable to fit in. For some reason, he felt as if he was outside this world.
Ange's eyes softened a little, and he said softly, "Whether you are human or not depends on your own choice. Among the mixed-bloods, some believe they are human, while others believe they are superior to humans."
Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked directly at Ange, confusion flashing in his eyes, "The last question, who asked you to recruit me to Kassel, could it be my parents?" This was Lu Mingfei's biggest doubt. You have to know that he was a real loser in the past, the kind that couldn't be more unlucky. He didn't think that he could slay a dragon at that time.
Ange nodded gently: "Your parents are one of the reasons. They are also S-level hybrids, and as their child, your bloodline is destined to be extraordinary. Another reason is that the man once said that in 2009, he would let a person named Lu Mingfei join Kassel Academy in China."
When Lu Mingfei heard that his parents were also S-level, he was surprised. He didn't expect that the parents whose faces he could no longer remember were also super little dragons, but what attracted him more was the person that Ange mentioned.
"So, who is that person?" Lu Mingfei's tone was filled with impatience. He was eager to know who the person who influenced his destiny was.
Ange was silent for a moment, looking up out the window, as if recalling the past: "That man is... Adolf Hill." His voice was low, but every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Lu Mingfei's heart.
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In Berlin in 1945, the roar of artillery fire echoed over the city, the air was filled with smoke and despair, and the streets of Berlin were almost empty, with only sporadic patrols shuttling back and forth in the cold wind, making it seem deserted and depressing.
Occasionally, the low hum of bombers could be heard in the sky, and the constant sound of explosions in the distance made the entire city tremble as if doomsday was approaching.
Angers stood on the streets of Berlin, looking at this once glorious city now devastated by war, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He is already over sixty years old, but the special physique of the mixed-race makes him still look like a young man in his thirties, full of energy and vigor. Calvo, his old comrade, is leading him through this precarious city.
"Calvo, where are you taking me?" Angers looked at the brightly lit Empire State Building in front of him, with a hint of doubt in his tone. Calvo used to be a Prussian, and now he was taking Angers to the heart of the enemy.
Calvo's face looked a little heavy, his hair had begun to turn white with time. He was no longer a 16-year-old boy, but a middle-aged man in his forties. However, his steps were still steady.
He turned around and glanced at Angers, and said firmly: "You will understand when you get there. Believe me, we have worked together for many years, and I will not harm you."
The two walked on the empty street, and from time to time there were fully armed soldiers patrolling. These soldiers were vigilantly watching everything around them. When they saw Calvo and Ange, their expressions became nervous for a moment, but after Calvo showed his ID, they immediately stood in awe and respectfully made way. Ange saw some strange light in the eyes of these soldiers, which were the golden eyes of mixed-bloods.
"Storm Commandos..." Calvo explained in a low voice, "This is an army composed of mixed-bloods. The exact number is unknown, but there are at least three thousand of them. These mixed-blood soldiers are Prussia's last hope."
Ange looked at the neatly lined-up mixed-race soldiers, feeling a little uneasy: "Where did they find so many mixed-races with high bloodlines?" In his impression, it was almost impossible to gather so many mixed-races with high bloodlines at the same time. Moreover, each of these soldiers had a firm gaze, and they had obviously undergone rigorous training.
"Almost all the mixed-bloods in Prussia are here, and some are the products of special means to forcibly improve their bloodline." Calvo's voice trembled slightly, and he seemed reluctant to talk about these details. Angé noticed the pain in his eyes when he spoke. It was a deep secret that seemed to involve some forbidden experiment.
Inside the Empire State Building, Angers felt a chilling sense of oppression. The place was filled with heavily guarded soldiers. All of them were silent, performing their respective tasks tensely and attentively.
"So Calvo, why did you bring me here? You don't want to use these people to kill me and then become the leader of the secret party yourself." Angé said jokingly, but his tone revealed some seriousness.
"There's just someone who wants to see you. Here we are." Calvo said calmly, not affected by Angers words at all. Finally, they reached the end of the corridor. At the end of the corridor was a heavy wooden door. Calvo stopped, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
Ange looked at the open door, hesitated for a moment and then walked in. He also wanted to know who wanted to see him and even persuaded Calvo.
However, he is always ready to activate the Word Spirit. If anything goes wrong, he will activate Time Zero to escape. If he wants to run, he doesn't think there is anyone in this world who can stop him.
Angers walked into this luxurious office. The interior was decorated in an extremely extravagant way. Huge portraits hung on the walls. The whole room was filled with a cold and hard military atmosphere.
A man in Prussian military uniform stood at the window with his back to him, silently watching the war outside. The man was wrapped tightly, even his hands were wearing black leather gloves.
"You are Ange, the current leader of the secret party." The man heard someone walk into the office and did not turn around, but asked directly.
"Yes, I am Ange. I wonder what you want me for." Ange said with a smile, but the muscles under his suit were already tense. He felt a strong sense of danger from the man in front of him.
At this time, Calvo also came in. He closed the door again, but did not speak. He just stood aside silently.
Finally, the man slowly turned around, revealing a face covered with black scales. His eyes were flashing with blazing golden pupils, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We just want to make a deal with you. I'm Adolf Hill." The man spoke, his voice low and powerful.
Ange's pupils suddenly contracted. He had heard this name countless times. This demon that made countless people shudder. He thought it was just an ordinary human who was good at scheming. But he didn't expect that Hill was also a half-blood, and even turned into a dragon so thoroughly that his face was as hideous as an ancient monster.
Hill looked at Ange and said calmly, "I need you to recruit a man named Lu Mingfei from a coastal city in China in 2009 to enter the Kassel Academy you founded."
The abruptness and lack of reason for this sentence made Angers suddenly confused.
"Why 2009? Why him?" Angers frowned. He didn't understand the significance of this transaction. What was so special about the person Hill mentioned?
Hill smiled faintly, the light in his eyes was deep and strange: "You don't need to know the reason, you just need to do what I say." His tone was unquestionable, as if he was issuing some kind of oracle.
Ange was not willing to be ordered around like this. His eyes became sharper and his voice was deep: "Why should I listen to you? What are you planning?"
The smile on Hill's face gradually cooled. He stretched out his hand and slowly took off his gloves. Angé was shocked to see that Hill's hands were covered with dragon scales. This was by no means an ordinary dragonization, but a complete fusion in which even his flesh and blood were completely transformed. His strength had reached a dangerous height that could hardly be measured by common sense.
"When you help me, you are helping yourself." Hill's eyes were burning, and he changed the subject: "You have been investigating the Summer Mourning events before 1945, right?" He mentioned lightly a pain point that was deeply buried in Angers' heart.
Angers clenched his fists quietly, and anger flashed in his eyes. Summer mourning was his Achilles' heel, and it was the truth he had been pursuing at all costs for many years.
Hill smiled and continued, "Falkenhayn, you should know about him, right? He was an undercover agent planted by the Presbyterian Church in Prussia, and one of the main culprits that led to Prussia's defeat in World War I. You may not know that in 1900, Falkenhayn stayed in China for a period of time, and that period was when the Summer Mourning incident broke out."
Angers breathing suddenly stagnated and his eyes became sharper. He had never given up on finding the truth of the tragedy that year, but he did not expect that this seemingly distant mystery was related to Hill in front of him.
"After Falkenhayn came back, he rose rapidly and became an important advisor to Prussia. Even more bizarrely, he brought back some data and information about some lost dragon secrets." Hill's tone was full of sarcasm. "According to his years of investigation, the mastermind behind the Summer Mourning incident is most likely the Elders Council, and the entire organization was actually founded by a dragon king himself."
There was a flash of shock in Angé's eyes. Having fought against the Elder Council for so many years, he was well aware of its power, but he had never imagined that there was a Dragon King behind them. That meant that the battle between humans and dragons was put at an absolute disadvantage from the very beginning.
"The Dragon King is sleeping for other reasons now, but he and other members of the Elders Council are hiding in Nibelungen. You can't find them even if you want to. And I don't think you can kill a Dragon King."
"In 2009, the man named Lu Mingfei is the key to this mystery." Hill's tone became low and full of foreshadowing. "He will be the one to break this deadlock. Whether he is a dragon slayer or a savior, he will change the direction of this world. If you want to find the truth, you must win him over at that time."
Angé stood in the stressful office, feeling like he was facing a bottomless darkness. Every word Hill said seemed to solve a part of the puzzle, but it also planted more doubts and vigilance in his heart. He didn't know what Hill's real purpose was, nor could he be sure where this man named Lu Mingfei would go in the future.
"You are using this child as a pawn." Ange said coldly, his eyes no longer hiding his hostility towards Hill, "What do you want from him?"
Hill narrowed his eyes slightly, with some inexplicable meaning: "The relationship between chess pieces and chess players is often mutually beneficial. I only saw a corner of the future, and you need to uncover that picture yourself. As for the fate of this child, it is his, and your choice."
Angé didn't say anything else. He knew that Hill in front of him was no longer a simple enemy. This man's plan was unfathomable.
Whether it is to find out the truth behind the Elders Council or to prevent greater disasters in the future, he has no choice but to turn his attention to the young man who is destined to become the focus in the future.
When Ange walked out of the Empire State Building, the sky outside had begun to turn white. The light of dawn shone through the smoke of war and illuminated half of the city. He stood among the ruins, looking back at the building that still stood tall, and a seed of changing the future was planted in his heart.
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"What happened next? Was Hill dead or not?" Lu Mingfei asked anxiously after listening to Angers' story.
"I don't know. Later, the Jesus Army, the . Army, and the British Army entered the city together, but they didn't encounter the Storm Commando made up of mixed races. What they found in the bunker was a human corpse. At that time, Hill had already been severely transformed into a dragon, at least comparable to the second generation. It's impossible for him to die like this."
"But there was no news of him in the following decades. I used the secret party's intelligence network to look for him and even hacked into the Pentagon, but still found nothing." Angé shook his head and said.
"So you admitted me mainly because of a few words he said decades ago?" Lu Mingfei still looked at Angé in disbelief.
"Actually, it's mainly because of your bloodline. I felt something was wrong when your parents gave birth to you and named you Lu Mingfei. Later, they brought you back to a small coastal town in China, and then I connected you and Hill's words together." Angé said.
(End of this chapter)
