The man behind the scenes that started from American comics

Fingal lowered the window and waved enthusiastically at the old man who was walking slowly, “Headmaster, you are still so punctual.” ”

“After all, I don’t want to go into the stomach of a dragon to fish my students.”

Ange smiled slightly and raised his hand to Coulson in greeting, “Hello, young man.” ”

Lad?

Coulson touched the door of his almost bald head and saluted back.

“Don’t be nervous!”

Ange, like a kind old man, smiled and patted Coulson’s shoulder and looked up at the huge figure hovering in the air.

“This dragon is fierce.”

When he said this, his tone was like evaluating whether a dish was delicious or not, and the vicious dragon-type corpse guard just reached a passing score.

“Roar!!!”

The big guy also seemed to sense a trace of danger, roared up to the sky, and spewed black flames downwards in a wide area.

The flame temperature is extremely high, and the asphalt floor is melted into deep pits.

The residents of the street scattered in a hurry, leaving only Thor and the seriously injured and fallen warriors of the Immortal Palace.

With their injuries so bad, they were incapacitated and could only watch the flames fall, shouting out to Heimdall.

But at this time, on the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard, Loki opened the ice box and froze Heimdall.

The trapped gatekeepers could not do anything even if they heard their shouts.

“Nope!”

Seeing that his companion was about to die, Thor roared and stood up, opening his hands to block it.

Fifty miles away, Mjolnir buzzed and fluttered, ready to fly at any moment.

Ange didn’t give Thor a chance to burst the seed.

Without hurrying, a large folding knife was drawn from the inner pocket of his suit, and he half-crouched down and chanted the ancient dragon script.

Yan Ling. Time Zero!

Time in the vicinity seemed to slow down suddenly.

The fleeing townspeople, the dragons stretching their membrane wings, and even the swaying of the wind through the leaves and the churning of the flames have slowed down.

Thor’s eyes widened incredulously, and his mouth slowly closed one by one, “This…. How…. Possible?!! ”

“Nothing is impossible.”

Ange, like an elderly gentleman attending a friend’s funeral, gently patted Thor on the shoulder as he passed by.

Torton found himself recovering, time still flowing slowly, but his movements did not slow down.

[From Thor. Odinson’s exclamation value +2341]

“Young man, go save your friend, don’t stand there in a daze.”

Ange waved his hand back without looking back, jumped over the obstacles, and flew onto the rooftops on both sides of the street.

In the slow-flowing time, his movements were as fast as a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, he approached the dragon-type corpse guard and raised the folding knife in his hand.

The style of the folding knife is very elegant, and the body of the knife is twisted and reflected, which reflects a sharp light under the sunlight.

“Roar!!!”

The dragon-type corpse guarded the side, and the blazing radiated radiation, but the speed was many times fuller than just now, like a slow-motion playback.

Ange cut through the fiery gap, and at the moment of close range, he wielded a folding knife and rotated his body.

The dragon’s membrane wings broke, and black blood slowly spilled out, temporarily hovering in the air.

Everything was slowed down.

Before the dragon-type corpse guard could even react, the crimson-gold pupils slowly closed one by one, and the body that had lost its membrane wings slowly fell downward.

Sting!

The next moment, the sound of a metal blade piercing into the flesh’s body sounded.

Ange held a folding knife and cut through the wound on the neck of the dragon-type corpse, bringing out a large amount of blood.

The blood was as black as ink, and it hovered in the air along with the broken head of the dragon-type corpse.

“If you don’t obey the old, you can’t do it, this has just warmed up, and the body is a little unable to hold on.” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Having done all this, Ange put away the folding knife and smoothed out the somewhat wrinkled collar.

In an instant.

The slow-flowing time returned to normal, black blood splattered, and the broken head and corpse of the dragon-type corpse accelerated to the ground.

[From Thor. Odinson’s exclamation value +2431]

【Amazement value +1029 from Vandal】

【Amazement value +1123 from Vostag】

【Amazement value +1662 from Heimdall】

Everyone was stunned to watch this scene.

Coulson was stunned for a moment before asking, “Fingal, who are you?” ”

“Of course, the hero of the dragon slayer!”

Fingal raised his eyebrows proudly and trotted all the way to Ange’s side, “Headmaster, you are really not old, and the hero Fan is not reduced back then.” ”

“Stop!”

Ange waved his hand, “Fingal, there is no need to shoot, what I want to know is, who does the Nibelung that appeared this time belong to?” ”

“It’s not the right place here.”

Fingal was a little embarrassed, “According to the rules of the secret party, we need to hide any information about the dragons, do you want to…”

Speaking of this, he glanced at everyone and made a vicious throat cutting action.

When Coulson, Thor and the others heard this, their faces changed slightly, and they took a few steps back vigilantly.

“Haha… Just kidding, lied to you. ”

Fingal showed a smug smile on his successful prank, “Don’t worry, at most, it will be hypnosis, erase this memory of yours, and will not kill you… Right, Headmaster? ”

“No, we won’t do anything this time.” Ange smiled.

“Why?”

Fingal was stunned for a moment, “The Nibelung root that appeared this time belongs to the King of Bronze and Fire, Headmaster, this is the Dragon King, it belongs to the most confidential information!” ”

“I guessed it!”

Ange picked up the metal sword box and gently stroked the inscription on its surface, “The blood of all kings will end with a sword, this top-notch alchemy weapon only belongs to the supreme master of alchemy among the four monarchs, the king of bronze and fire.” ”

“Guessed or did nothing?” Fingal muttered softly, “Headmaster, you won’t drink a fake bar before you go out?” ”

“Fingal, times are progressing.”

Ange turned to leave, “The secret party may not have to fight alone as before, we need some reliable helpers.” ”

“Got it!”

Fingal nodded knowingly, “The Dragon King is too dangerous, and I need to find a few unlucky eggs to back the pot.” ”

Coulson: “…”

Thor: “…”.