northernbook Chapter 740 We all became ghost-like beings
Chapter 740 We all became ghost-like beings
In the Valhalla of Kassel Academy, the remnants of the Student Union and the Lionheart Society gathered here.
Luo Qingyun, with half of his arm still bandaged, faced two gang members who were injured at the bottom of the stairs.
He forced himself to cheer up and said in a loud voice: "Did you all receive the text message?"
Everyone nodded.
"Then let's go." As the current president of the Lionheart Club, Luo Qingyun is becoming more and more like Chu Zihang.
In the ever-changing times, doubts and confusions are increasing.
He just felt very tired, as wars followed one after another, from the external defense of Kassel Academy to the general offensive against dragons.
Before stepping into this campus, he never thought that his college life would be like this.
A certain will and heritage supported him to move forward.
Luo Qingyun was not the only one who was a little shaken. It was not their fault. Even though the academy always emphasized elites, only a few could become elites.
Some people who were not familiar with Lu Mingfei at all began to participate in the hunt for Lu Mingfei with great enthusiasm, and were imprisoned after a series of failures.
As for hatred, Lu Mingfei didn't kill them.
Saying I don’t hate it is another task.
What makes us human is that we can think.
Man is a thinking reed.
"No matter what, the target this time is Nidhogg." Luo Qingyun smiled: "It's better than fighting a meaningless war with ordinary people."
Such words were met with applause from everyone.
Yes, after fighting for a long time, my head is completely confused.
You can never go wrong by beating Nidhogg.
During this period, the academy has fought against dragons, traitors led by Lu Mingfei, and coalition forces from other families, and almost went to war with ordinary people.
The war that almost broke out with ordinary people almost rebuilt the worldview of these students.
They are trapped in the Blood Sorrow, people who are not accepted by the ordinary groups. They come to such an academy to accept the concept of slaying dragons, like saviors. Now the group they protect wants to kill them.
Belief and faith require the cultivation of specific events; those that are pulled out through education are just illusions.
At least this group of elites still want to be heroes and are willing to fight Nidhogg for this text message.
Only ruins remain of the Kassel Academy founded by Angers, both physically and psychologically.
Ever since ordinary people got involved in the war between dragons and hybrids, it has become difficult for this world to produce such pure guardians.
Even Ange cannot be considered a guardian. He just has insight into the essence of dragons, and has enough hatred for dragons to support his actions.
Hybrids possess powers that ordinary humans do not possess. How can such a powerful being continue to endure the torture of Blood Sorrow?
They should be living on top, enjoying something, instead of living in misery.
The Eight Clans of Sheqi have been unable to find a solution to the problem of ghosts for many years. If Han Qiu had not forcibly turned the ghosts into humans, this problem would have continued.
The problem of ghosts is expanding without limit.
"We have also become ghost-like existences." Yuan Zhisheng stood on the top of the clock tower, looking at the backs of this group of specialists.
They were heading towards the tarmac. Their backs seemed as if they were ready to die, but their steps were a little hesitant.
Fighting for himself becomes the only support, and Nidhogg will destroy everything.
Yuan Zhisheng still remembers what he had told the family heads: Ghosts should be treated well. If we treat them well, they will be with us. If we abandon them, they will seek revenge.
However, among all the patriarchs, only one was Yuan Zhisheng.
"The special plane to pick up the soldiers has arrived." Angers looked up at the fighter jet emerging from the clouds.
U.S. military aircraft are only deployed when matters are sufficiently important.
Its current function is to lead a group of soldiers to the battlefield where they should go.
"Aren't you curious about how I did it? I made these greedy lunatics withdraw their troops and send people to support us." Ange answered this question: "The transaction, or the people arranged long ago, played a role. There are mixed-bloods in the Japanese government, and the same is true in the American government."
Yuan Zhisheng nodded and asked, "What are the conditions?"
"Let them be responsible for the research on dragons."
"You have been relying on this method to restrain those families, Principal," said Yuan Zhisheng.
Few can remain calm in the presence of a dragon's hoard.
"We buried the history of dragons, and they can dig it up if they want." Angé said somewhat irresponsibly.
He wanted to be responsible, but the situation did not allow him to do so.
"It's safe here, do you still want to guard it?" Angers suddenly asked, his eyes fixed on a fighter plane hovering above the clock tower.
"There's nowhere else to go. I'll wait here for them to come back, and for you too." Yuan Zhisheng knew that the elderly soldier would definitely go to the battlefield.
As long as he is alive and has a breath left, Angers will not stop fighting.
"Another good friend will tell you how I know about Nidhogg." Angé made a call and immediately put the phone in Yuan Zhisheng's hand.
Before Yuan Zhisheng understood what he meant, Ange had already grabbed the rope ladder.
The fighter plane flew away, and he climbed up the rope ladder. With the blessing of Time Zero, there was no danger and it was safe enough.
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"Who are you?" Yuan Zhisheng asked on the other end of the phone.
"Where's Ange?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.
"He left, and I don't know which battlefield he went to. He handed me the phone and said you will tell me everything." Yuan Zhisheng asked again: "So, who are you?"
"Who am I? I've been dead for many years. It's only Ange who has contacted me. I have no right to contact him. Just think of it as atonement, and do something for him in secret. You don't know this number. It seems that he thinks it's time for us old guys to end, so he wants me to tell you all this. Can you tell me your name, young man?"
"Yuan Zhisheng."
"Oh? The 74th head of the Sheqi Eight Clan. Hello, it's rare to see such an outstanding young man like you."
"you know me?"
The old man on the phone smiled and said, "Not really knowing him, but just knowing him. I also know Herzog and... Han Qiu."
Hearing the name Han Qiu, Yuan Zhisheng instinctively became alert. Anyone who could remember Han Qiu was either a dragon or a monster beyond comprehension.
The old man continued, "According to the original script, the White King's revival should have been ended by Lu Mingfei. The Sheqi Eight Clan is very lucky, and Han Qiu is an amazing character. I have been watching you all the time, and although there are many things I don't understand, I can guess roughly. In the White King incident, your action of leading the Sheqi Eight Clan to cooperate with a dragon was correct."
"If you knew, then Principal Ange..."
"Of course he knew, but he chose to ignore it. The old guy's acting skills have never been a problem."
"Who are you?" he asked for the third time.
"Friedrich von Roon."