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 the incident that nearly destroyed the Secret Party and led to the direct disbandment of the first generation Lionheart Society.

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 didn't 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; and 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."

——

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 they saw the silver-haired old man sitting in the driver's seat at the constant speed, so naturally they would not stop it.

"Absolutely." Lu Mingfei said lightly.

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 radiated.

The stunning red light emitted is quite eye-catching in this dark environment.

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

Although there are no objections to this within the family now, as new heads of family take over in a few years, there will definitely be different voices.

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

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.

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——

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

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

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 their Chapter brothers are remembered for it, and the Mortal Astra Militarum sometimes do not even deserve a death toll, often following their fallen worlds with them.

"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.

"Just a simple song. Principal, please relax a little." Yuan Zongnu said softly.

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.

"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."

"Is the failure of the 'Commandment' 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.

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.

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

At this moment, Yuan Jingnu opened her mouth to sing softly. The long-lost ancient language had completely unrecognizable grammatical structure, but it had an unusual phonological beauty.

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 it could be brought away by the way.

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."

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

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

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

"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. The head of the Inuyama family is eager to complete the training procedures for the headquarters at this time, so that he can send his young and beautiful daughters to college.

As for the priests, such as Shi Jinzi..."

As early as when he was the "extremely evil ghost" among the fierce ghosts, he had heard about this secret party legend who single-handedly defeated eight Sheqi families. The heretic king also mentioned this famous figure many times.

The old man who may be the enemy in the future.

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.

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

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

"We have arrived at your battle group headquarters, Captain Lu Mingfei."

After washing herself carefully, she opened the closet, 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.

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."

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

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

That was the day he saw the nightmare of aliens with his own eyes for the first time.

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

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

"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.

and alien.

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

The 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.

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.

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

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

"Hello, Principal Angers."

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.

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

Ange whispered quietly.

The car stereo was playing Chopin's Farewell Waltz. Angers had changed from the old gangster look he had in Chicago 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 a friend's funeral.

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

Angers woke up suddenly. In just a few dozen seconds, time seemed to go back for 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

"Fall Day" on September 23.

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

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.

"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.

"

"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."

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

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

A bolt of thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, temporarily illuminating the dark coast. It also illuminated 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.

——

Genji Heavy Industries, Tokyo, Japan.

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

"It's not a woman, it's a game board. Where is the headquarters of Nintendo? You go there, Crow, I want 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.
Chapter completed!