Dragon Clan: Start by getting a simulator

Yuan Zhinv suddenly understood something: "The path of evolution?"

"You can say that, but I feel like this is only a semi-finished product."

Finkel seemed to be thinking about something, and spoke carefully: "Since the college knows about this technology, then the school directors must also know about it. No one knows to what extent they have researched it behind the scenes."

"And there is another detail today. After the monster tasted your brother's blood, it became obviously excited."

"He can take the express train to enter and leave the academy freely, and his bloodline is obviously problematic because he drinks dragon blood. This makes me think of a certain person or family..."

"Who?"

"School Board, Beowulf's House."

Seeing Yuan Zhinv frown, Fingel explained dutifully: "The Beowulf family of the school board has been the most cruel dragon slayers for thousands of years. They are staunch dragon slayers."

"They follow the ancient family motto and feed a drop of dragon blood crystal to each boy they give birth to. Only after the baby has passed the test of the poison will the family consider it useful."

"The purity of the dragon blood of the Beowulf family is so high that their descendants have already developed a dragon-like appearance, but this family rarely has out-of-control deadpools. Even if there are a few cases, they are eliminated by the family themselves."

"But they should have no reason to attack you. The Beowulf family has been full of dragon-slaying heroes for generations. They would never do anything to betray humans, so it could be some other school director family."

"But there is no doubt that this must have been done by an insider. The purpose might be to test you. Because if they really wanted to kill you, they wouldn't do it in the academy, and they wouldn't just send one guy. They have nothing to fear."

Finkel once again demonstrated his hidden talents. This seemingly careless paparazzi king seemed to know everything, but hidden under his flamboyant appearance was his meticulousness and meticulousness.

Yuan Zhinu was silent for a long time, and after a while she said softly, "I know."

Yuan Zhisheng, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up: "What should we do next? The principal should be back soon."

Yuan Zhinv turned to look at Fingel: "Thank you for this time, can you do me another favor?"

"I'll help you send your brother away?" Finkel patted his chest and assured, "It's a small matter. Just let your people come to pick him up. I will also hack the surveillance cameras in the hospital. No one will find out."

Yuan Zhinv said "hmm", picked up the black box on the bedside table and handed it to Finkel. Finkel took it curiously, but was shocked by its heavy weight and asked subconsciously: "What is this?"

"The seven deadly sins made by Norton." Yuan Zhinv opened the box with her backhand, and seven weapons of different shapes were neatly placed inside.

"Why does this look so ordinary?" asked Finkel. He seemed very interested in this cutting-edge alchemy technology.

Yuan Zhinv casually ran her finger across the blade of one of the knives, and instantly tiny beads of blood appeared and dripped onto the blade, but the blood quickly disappeared as if it had been swallowed up, and then the knives suddenly made a vibrating humming sound.

Everyone could feel the changes in the swords; they came alive.

At that moment, it was as if seven hearts awakened at the same time, beating in the cold sword case. Some sounded like the ancient Qin King's music of breaking formations, some sounded like nomadic folk songs on the western grasslands, and some sounded like hymns under the banner of the Crusaders.

But just when Finkel wanted to get closer to take a closer look, Yuan Zhinv slammed the box shut, and all the noise disappeared, like a piece of music that was interrupted and stopped abruptly.

"Take this back." Gen Chinu said to Gen Chisheng.

"Give it to Norton?" Yuan Zhisheng asked. Since this set of weapons was made by Norton, returning it to him would naturally be considered returning it to its original owner.

But unexpectedly, the girl shook her head.

"No, quite the opposite." Yuan Zhinv said, "Hide it secretly, don't let him see it or touch it, give it to dad, with his bloodline he should be able to use it, keep it for emergency self-defense."

She didn't say what emergency to respond to or what self-defense to take, but Yuan Zhisheng and Finkel understood something.

They were not clear about the relationship between Yuan Zhinv and Norton, but they thought that the other party was the Dragon King after all, not the human old Tang, so it was always a good idea to keep some tricks up their sleeves.

"Change your clothes and go." Yuan Zhinv said, "Anger should be here soon."

The girl's voice was calm, without any emotion, as if it was the most normal thing in her life, but Finkel felt as if his hair stood on end for some reason, but he couldn't tell why.

Yuan Zhisheng, who was more familiar with her, had already realized something and whispered to her, "Little girl, don't be impulsive."

Yuan Zhinu did not look at him. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the expression in her eyes, and said calmly, "Let's go."

Yuan Zhisheng had no choice but to follow Finkel away, but he was obviously very worried about Yuan Zhinu's condition. He looked back every few steps, but the girl never looked up.

The ward became completely quiet. Yuan Zhinv changed into a hospital gown. Because she arrived too hastily, the wound on her chest burst open and bled again, soaking the snow-white bandage and staining the gown red, but she ignored it.

She just sat cross-legged on the bed, with the bright red long knife across her knees, quietly wiping the sharp blade. A strong smell of blood spread in the room, but it was impossible to tell whether it was from the knife or the girl.

This was what Ange saw when he opened the door.

He rushed back immediately after receiving the news. At this time, this old gentleman, who was always well-dressed, was still wearing his black suit, but his gray hair was a little messy, which seemed to be due to his frequent racing.

At this time, the news of the S-class being attacked in the academy had already exploded on the campus network of Kassel College. On the way here, he got the exact information from the vice-president. It was said that he suffered serious injuries and had burns on his hair and body.

She refused to communicate with anyone and refused to see anyone when she came to the hospital. Only Finkel came in once under the pretext of delivering something. No one else was allowed to approach her and was only allowed to ask to see the principal.

But to be honest, until they met, Angers was skeptical about this information. He didn't believe that a guy who appeared out of nowhere could cause harm to this S-level girl. After all, this girl was suspected of killing Norton.

So Ange's gaze paused on the girl's cut black hair and the large pool of blood on her chest, and finally he looked at the pale face.

Angé frowned, and he finally realized that something might have gone wrong. The girl was really injured, and seriously.

He opened his lips slightly and was about to speak when he saw the girl suddenly raise her hand, and the scarlet long knife was thrown towards his head without hesitation, with a whistling sound and fierce murderous intent, and even made a harsh sound as it cut through the air.

It was a merciless blow, with silent yet thunderous fury. If it was hit head-on, the head would probably explode and break into pieces like a watermelon.

Ange's pupils suddenly shrank, and a brilliant golden light ignited in his eyes. In an instant, the speed of the whole world slowed down.

But in this area where even bullets could be slowed down, the scarlet knife still whistled towards them with strong murderous intent and blood. It seemed that it was only delayed a tiny bit, and its speed was incredibly fast.

At the last moment, the old man narrowly avoided the knife that almost brushed his cheek, as if he was dancing cheek to cheek with the god of death. In just a moment, his back was covered with cold sweat.

The knife was inserted heavily into the wall, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread from the knife to the entire wall. In an instant, the entire wall broke into pieces, and the falling gravel made a loud noise, raising a cloud of dust.

Yuan Zhinv looked at the old man in front of her calmly, as if she were a monarch sitting on the throne: "This is the second time, because the news leaked from within the academy."

"If you can't manage this academy well, then don't be the principal. I don't mind sending you to the grave early."

"Tell me, if I want to destroy your academy and kill you and your students, how long will it take?"

Her dark eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the girl spoke word by word: "Ange, there won't be a next time."

The old man was silent for a long time. After a while, he lowered his head slightly, his old face covered in dust.

"I will give you an explanation."

"I promise."

Chapter 166 Final Semester (I)

As the principal walked out of the dusty room, his expensive custom-made suit was inevitably covered with dust, but as an old gentleman who paid so much attention to his image, he was in no mood to care.

He did not leave the hospital, but walked to the window at the end of the corridor. The sky outside the window had turned dark, and faint white lights could be seen. Those were the street lights on the roadside.

Ange silently lit a cigar, and the scarlet light was faintly visible in the rising white smoke.

There were dragging footsteps coming from behind him, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol. Angé didn't even need to turn around to tell from the smell that this guy was drinking low-quality red wine.

The vice-president walked over unsteadily, wearing his ill-fitting denim suit that was obviously tight on his stomach, and carrying a half-drunk bottle of cheap red wine that didn't even have a label.

This is actually a very rare scene, because this guy is as lazy as a hibernating snake, curled up on the top floor of his clock tower all day long, as if he would not show up even if a dragon invaded and blew up the school. He truly turns a deaf ear to what is happening outside.

Many students of Kassel College only know the name of the vice-president but have never seen the vice-president in person. They may not have the opportunity to meet the vice-president from the time they enroll to the time they graduate. This shows how lazy this guy is and how far he has come.

Apart from his part-time job as a swimming examiner, the vice-president rarely appears in any academy-related courses. In other words, for him to take the initiative to step out of the clock tower, something as important as the beautiful girls' swimming test must have happened.

And what is happening now is indeed related to the beautiful girl, but it’s not that the beautiful girl is going to swim, but that the beautiful girl is injured.

Angers was not surprised by this man's arrival. His old but still handsome face was shrouded in white smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Hey, old friend, you look like an old father who is despised by his young and beautiful daughter and is useless." The vice-principal spoke in a genuinely joyful and eccentric tone, disrupting the somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Ange was a little amused. After a while, he sighed heavily and said in a low and suppressed voice, "Those old guys on the school board are getting more and more powerful."

"They have already shown their dissatisfaction with me, and they don't even bother to hide it." Angers took a deep puff of cigarette, "They attacked students directly in the academy. How dare they do that."

"Kassel College is someone else's property after all." The vice-president scratched his messy hair.

"They invest a lot of money every year, so it's normal for them to review their assets. Otherwise, how would they know if you, as the butler, are doing anything bad without telling them?"

For the school board, Ange, the leader of the secret party, was probably a hound they chose, responsible for leading the hounds to sniff out the traces of the dragons, and then rush up to bite these reptiles to death.

If a hound dares to bare its teeth at its master, hides its hunted prey, and protects the ferocious hounds behind it, it will be hung up and cooked into a pot of hot dog meat in the hands of the hunter to whet the appetite of the new hound leader.

However, they have not yet found a better hound leader to replace Ange, so they still maintain a superficial politeness.

But this attack on the S-class students undoubtedly gave a loud slap in the face to the principal, Angers. In his own school, his own students were attacked by his own people. If people told others about it, it would probably seem ridiculous.

"Can you find out which family did it?" Ange asked in a low voice, "I know you have a way."

"You think too highly of me, old friend." The vice-president touched his round beer belly and showed a melancholy expression: "I can only say that those big families are not free from suspicion."

"I believe you can see that they don't really want to kill S-rank. They probably just want to test her bloodline and strength. However, it is indeed a bit too much to take direct action. Now the academy discussion area is in an uproar."

As the vice-president spoke, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, tapped a few times and handed it to Angers. On it was the college discussion forum page.

There was a huge red title hanging at the top of the entire discussion area, the discussion replies below showed 99+, and new messages popped up every second.

"S-level student Ruri Kazama was attacked on campus and is suspected to be seriously injured!"

The content of the explosive title is actually quite concise. It is probably just the situation at that time that was extracted from several eyewitnesses and then exaggerated, and finally accompanied by a few pictures of the scene.

The girl in the photo was covered in blood and looked pale. Her long black hair was turned into dry yellow curls by the fire, and her school uniform was full of black holes from being burned. She stood there, but her body was shaky.

And in front of the girl was the headless mummy.

The high-definition photos clearly captured the hideous appearance of the mummy. It was obviously not a human body. It was skinny and had deformed bone spurs, just like the man-eating monster in some shoddy doomsday movies.

It was unknown how many mixed-bloods were viewing this photo at this time, perhaps far more than the students at Kassel Academy, and the comments were full of shock.

"Is this a dragon invasion? Why didn't Norma sound the alarm? Is this monster specifically looking for S-levels? Why does it feel so purposeful? Is this premeditated?"

"Shouldn't we think about how this monster got into the academy? Isn't our school known as the strongest military fortress? Why didn't we receive any news at all? Even when such a big commotion happened, no one noticed it?"

"Liuli looks badly injured. What should I do? I feel so bad. She looks like she's about to break... Damn dragons, what is Norma doing? Is the alarm system dormant?!"

"The amount of bleeding must have been a serious injury. This cannot be faked. I heard that S-Class is still in the hospital for treatment and has refused all visitors. I wonder what her condition is like now. Could she have just passed away? If she died like this, it would be too unclear."

“Isn’t anyone paying attention to this monster? He looks like Deadpool, but this level of deformation and hyperplasia looks stronger than Deadpool.

"And the S-class are tough guys who can kill dragons with a single sword, but they were injured like this when facing this thing. What kind of horrible thing is this? I can't imagine that this thing appeared in the campus silently. If the S-class can't stand this, what about the others?"

……

Silent panic seemed to sweep over everyone. For a moment, the entire discussion area was filled with a depressing atmosphere. Some people were worried about S-level's injuries, while others were worried about their own safety.

The occurrence of this situation undoubtedly shows the incompetence of Principal Angers.

Sensing that his old friend seemed to be in a bad mood, the vice principal spoke carefully: "I have examined the body, and there are traces of alchemy."

"This guy must have been a hybrid before. He strengthened his bloodline by swallowing dragon blood and relied on alchemy to stabilize his sanity. His body is full of fiery dragon blood. He can no longer be considered a human."

"Does it sound familiar?" The vice-president said a few words: "Nibelungen Project."

He paused here, his expression becoming serious. "But this guy can only be considered a semi-finished product. Although his strength far exceeds that of an ordinary hybrid, there is still a possibility that he will get out of control. However, because he cannot be controlled, he is even more dangerous."

"The fact that the school board actually developed such a monstrosity makes me doubt their stance," said the vice-president.

"Those people on the board of directors cannot fight against the dragon clan. You know it, and I know it too. Only they themselves don't know. They don't understand how cruel war is, but they are already full of confidence." Angé said.

"They are even ready to take control of the world after the dragon race is completely buried, so they will not allow the bloodline that makes them feel dangerous to exist."

"Because they are already preparing to divide up the spoils of victory, and they cannot tolerate anyone who might take a piece of their spoils. But the war has just begun, and they can't wait to turn their knives against their own people."

The vice-president shrugged. "They are politicians. Politicians always think about building a new world before the war is over. It's like the United States and the Soviet Union were already thinking about how to divide their spheres of influence in Europe before they captured Berlin."

The sloppy man seemed to want to say something else, but amidst the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

The vice-president's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the man smoking the cigar. Only then did he realize that his face was pale hidden in the white mist, and that blood was dripping from his black suit.

There was no doubt that he had bleeding wounds on his body, but it was not visible because his black clothes were stained with blood until the blood dripped and hit the snow-white floor of the hospital like a wintersweet blooming in the cold wind.

"When were you injured? Is there anyone in this world who could hurt you?" The vice principal looked incredulous: "Is it Fengjian Liuli? That's not right. I just peeked at her from outside and she didn't hit you, right?"

But Angers just smiled, and it was hard to tell whether his voice was a sigh or a sigh: "Our S-level girl seems to have mastered a terrifying power again. Watching her getting stronger is like watching a knife getting sharper, but now someone wants to destroy my knife."

"It's so damn good."

The old man sighed softly, as if he didn't want to say more. He didn't even bother to treat his wound. He just turned and walked into the darkness. The bright red blood dripped onto the floor, leaving glaring marks.

"Hey, Ange," the vice-principal said behind him.

Ange stopped, without saying anything or looking back.

"I don't like the tycoons and politicians on the school board. They can sacrifice anyone for their own benefit, but it is undeniable that they still want to build a new era of hybrids and take power."

"And you are just going to bury the dragon clan. I believe that if you are given a chance, you will definitely use the mushroom cloud of a nuclear bomb to completely end the dragon clan."