Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

"Destiny! This is destiny!"

Vincent's arms were shaking and he was breathing heavily as he looked at the picture on the screen.

"Today is the day when Avalon opens! Head of State, the day of your resurrection is finally coming! Vincent has lived up to your expectations!"

Vincent held the skull and knelt down in front of the portrait of "Island of the Dead". His rickety body crawled to the corner. He closed his eyes, kissed the forehead of the skull, and prayed like the most devout believer.

"Damn it!"

Mance bit into his cigar, and the fiery red smoke fell to the marble floor and was crushed by a hard leather boot.

"We have no time to care about this old madman! Where is your weapons arsenal? If we don't deal with the snakes on the ship, we will all be buried in the ice sea today!"

Mance asked Sasha, his eyes filled with lava-like gold.

Sasha was stunned for a moment, shocked by the majesty contained in these golden eyes.

But his strong psychological quality after serving in the army for many years allowed him to react quickly. He summoned the Russian girl spy group and asked them to open the vault in the room.

AK-47, M4A4, M4A1, grenades and magazines. The metal rack is full of guns.

Mance threw the gun out, and the half-breeds armed themselves with guns and magazines and piled into the elevator.

Sasha looked at the giant man-eating snake on the surveillance screen, swallowed, and quickly called the guards on the ship to respond.

He and the Russian girl group found the remaining guns and ammunition and stood in front of the elevator, waiting for the next one.

At this time, Vincent crawled over with his face full of snot and tears and hugged Sasha's legs.

"Take me. Take me down quickly. I'm going to the Island of Death. I want to bring the remains of the head of state to Avalon!"

He cried and laughed like a madman.

"Captain, those snakes will eat you." Sasha said in his heart that these giant snakes of unknown origin do not know the head of the empire. When the time comes, not only the old captain will die in the belly of the snake, but also the remains of the head of state that he cherishes so much. , maybe it will turn into snake droppings the next morning.

After all, he had worked with the old captain on this ship for 15 years. Although the old captain would always tell him the legendary stories of the head of state over and over again, and asked them to sit down and listen to them all, he just regarded it as a job. Part of the content is that after all, the old captain offered them a very high salary. If they want to earn such a salary, they always have to make some compromises.

In fact, for so many years, he had always regarded Vincent as an old man suffering from delusion. They played house with the old man and the old man paid them, which was very reasonable.

After taking care of Vincent for so many years and taking care of him emotionally, I really don’t want to see him die like this.

But Vincent blushed and shouted: "I hired you just for today! You must protect me from reaching Avalon. This is the agreement we signed!"

"You won't do it in vain! The head of state still had many treasures hidden all over the world. Only he knows how to open those treasures. As long as he can be resurrected, he can build a new empire! By then you will all be members of the Imperial Senate member!"

"Alas" Sasha sighed and leaned over to help the old man up. He held the silver-hot skull tightly in his arms, as if it was more important than his life.

Sasha winked at the Russian girl beside her, and the girl took out an injection from Vincent's drawer with understanding.

That was a sedative. Vincent was already an old man over 80 years old. His organs failed and he suffered from many diseases. He needed sedatives and sleeping pills to get a good night's sleep.

"Captain, let's go. I'll take you to Avalon right now." Sasha helped Vincent to the elevator. The second elevator had already come up. The hybrids arrived at the bottom cabin. From the surveillance camera They could be seen running wildly in the corridors.

Vincent excitedly held the wall and walked step by step.

Sasha took the sedative with lightning speed and plunged it into Vincent's neck. His eyelids covered with age spots closed and the skull fell to the floor, rolling around a few times.

"Take the captain to lie down on the bed." Sasha handed the unconscious Vincent to a girl.

He glanced at the head of state's skull, leaned down to pick it up, handed it to the girl's hand, and said, "Put this next to his pillow. This will help him sleep more peacefully."

The girl nodded and led Vincent to the back room.

The rest of the people stepped into the elevator and went to support.

Zero and Fingel ran wildly through the corridors, following the large army up the stairs to the upper floors.

Those giant snakes have not yet penetrated under the cabin, but are just hanging around on the deck and the first few floors.

"We need special weapons on the Monyach. These snakes are dragon subspecies, and warheads filled with mercury will be more effective." Mance commanded: "Everyone go to the deck, and the people on the ship will bring the weapons Throw the box over."

"Be careful!" Thelma bit open the tab of the grenade, and the military green grenade was thrown in a straight line in the corridor and fell into the open throat of a giant snake.

The giant snake swung its head and hit the cabin glass. It spit out green acid, which splashed on the metal bulkhead, making a sizzling sound and white gas coming out.

Thelma caught the gap in its open mouth and threw the grenade down the guy's throat.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the snake's throat suddenly swelled up, like an inflated balloon.

But the explosion did not kill it on the spot. It let out a sharp scream, twisted its body wildly, and sprayed bloody acid from its mouth towards everyone.

"Word Spirit: Dustless Land!" The golden light in Mance's eyes suddenly shone, and the acid collided with the invisible barrier, but was bounced back and poured onto its own scales.

The scales and flesh were corroded by the acid, and a smell like rancid fish offal emanated. Mance shot the giant snake through the eyes with two shots.

"Where did these guys come from?" Thelma carefully crossed the acid on the ground, not daring to touch these highly corrosive liquids.

"Don't you understand? Everything in that painting is real!"

Mance continued to lead the charge.

"The Island of Death, or Avalon, is actually a Nibelung!"

"That painting used alchemical inscriptions. The painter named Arnold Bucklin is not an ordinary person. He knows a lot about dragons. He once arrived at the Island of Death and then painted the Island of Death."

"These snakes are servants. They serve their master in Nibelung. Now that the master is back, the servants will naturally line up to greet him!"

Mance pushed open the last door leading to the deck, and the extremely cold air shot into the cabin like an arrow.

He stared at the sea in the distance. More snakes swam out from the bottom of the sea. They swam towards the boat and clustered at the edge of the white mist, like foam on the waves. They carried the boat forward, and their dense neighing sounds sounded like A grand march.

Fingel was the second to squeeze through the cabin, and his eyes met the eyes of the white-clothed Death on the boat.

The burning pain on his forehead became more intense, and he felt as if someone was holding a red-hot iron to his forehead.

The advancing boat suddenly stopped, and the snake group fell silent. Thousands of pairs of cold vertical pupils looked over.

The surroundings became silent, like a moment of silence at a funeral.

The next second, the white mist suddenly roared like a blizzard, spreading in the direction of the YAMAL and Monyach, and the shadow of the boat was submerged in the white mist.

The main guns of the Monyach and the YAMAL were aimed at the small boat, and a deafening sound of shelling was heard. However, after being swallowed up by the white mist, it did not cause the slightest wave. Even the sound of the shells exploding could not be heard, as if Even the sound was swallowed up by the white mist.

Everyone watched helplessly as the white mist occupied the space around them.

But the strange thing is that they don't feel cold, and the fog doesn't seem to cause them any harm.

When everything they saw was submerged in the vast white, they were surprised to find that the white mist began to dissipate.

But when the surrounding scenery came into view, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

They looked up and saw that the sky was filled with blue-gray clouds, and a beam of pale light fell from the sky, illuminating the lonely island in the sea.

Just like in the painting, the island is crescent-shaped, like an ancient Roman Colosseum cut in the middle.

The same coffins as those in the paintings were placed in those caves. The only difference was that the coffins in the paintings were tied to the ancient sarcophagi by moss-covered chains. Now, those chains were broken, and the iron rings that latched onto them fell on On top of the rock and soil, many bluestone coffin boards were lifted, and there was nothing inside.

The Arctic cold disappears here, replaced by warm, moist air, reminiscent of the ancient Mediterranean.

Just such a warm and comfortable island will naturally not scare the executive department commissioners.

What's really scary is the mysterious edge of white mist surrounding the island.

The boat sailed in from the hazy white mist, slowly, slowly.

They set out from the borders of this Nibelungen towards the central island.

Yes, there are dozens of small boats sailing on the glass-clear sea. There are passengers standing on the bow of each small boat. They are dressed in the same white clothes and wear the same dark golden masks.

Only the coffins carried on the boats were different. Some were like the ones in the "Island of the Dead" painting, carrying a sarcophagus, and some were like what they saw on the Arctic Ocean, dragging a huge ice coffin at the stern. coffin.

None of the passengers standing on the boat paid attention to the Monyach and YAMAL. They seemed to be executing mechanical orders and transported the coffins around the island without looking back.

A small boat sailed ahead and arrived at the isolated island.

The man in white clothes disembarked from the crescent-shaped natural harbor, walked straight to the coffin and lay down, as if it were a sweet and soft bed that could give him a good dream.

A giant snake crawled to the coffin, rolled up the coffin board with its long tail, and covered the coffin like a quilt for him.

Then, at the port, the snakes swarmed onto the boat like a tide, and the sarcophagus was submerged in the snakes and disappeared.

Everything seemed weird and absurd, and everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but hold their breath.

Everyone was stunned until the sound of splashing water attracted everyone's attention.

A rubber boat fell into the sea from the YAMAL ship.

Vincent woke up from his sleep inexplicably. The black box was tied to his chest. He held the rubber boat and cried: "O head of state! Great head of state! It is your soul that guides me!"

He shook the wood pulp hard and headed towards the Island of Death.

"Damn it!" Sasha yelled: "Come back soon, Captain! Those snakes will eat all your bones!"

Although he couldn't figure out what happened, he could tell with his heels that the result of landing on the island was that the skull would suddenly grow red flesh and blood, and then the head of the empire would be reborn.

"Don't think I'll stop!" Vincent screamed nervously: "They are the messengers of the Führer! Just wait, when the Führer is resurrected, the empire will be rebuilt, and you will get retribution!"

He waved the wood pulp vigorously, like a marathon runner, with the red ribbon of victory right in front of him.

The snakes on the island seemed to be attracted to him and gathered towards the rubber boat.

Snakes have poor eyesight, but they can feel heat signatures, and once within a certain range, Vincent's body heat attracts them.

But Vincent was not afraid of this at all, but became more and more excited.

He firmly believes that the snakes are the messengers of the empire, and everything on the island of death was arranged by the head of state.

"Come on! Vincent has been waiting for this day for a long time!" He opened his arms and closed his eyes, as if to welcome a hug.

Even Mance was really impressed by his confidence for a moment, and began to wonder if they were too stubborn.

After all, Hitler was once the top talker in a country and controlled countless resources. Maybe this island was really arranged by him for his resurrection.

But this suspicion only appeared for a moment, because the snakes submerged the rubber boat in the next second, and a patch of the sea was dyed crimson.

After a few seconds, everything fell silent, leaving only the small black box floating on the sea.

"Alas" Sasha sighed and shook his head.

In fact, after following Vincent for so many years, he really didn't feel how evil this person was, but he was just too stupid.

Mance had no time to mourn the life and death of this old guy.

The people on the Monyach used spliced ​​steel plates to build a bridge between the gap with the YAMAL, and they returned to the Monyach again.

Although they arrived in the Nibelung, the snakes and the envoys in white seemed to have their own things to do and had no time to pay attention to them. They waited there for a long time without being disturbed by the snakes.

But they didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of being swallowed by the sea of ​​snakes like Vincent.

Judging from the number and density currently observed, if the snakes under the sea swarmed up, even if they ran out of ammunition, they would not be able to complete the snake-slaying operation. What was waiting for them would be running out of ammunition and food, and then being eaten alive.

This has to be taken into account that when the messengers in white don't interfere, these guys holding the boat without saying a word are the highest threat to people.

However, they were not in a daze. Although communication with the outside world was cut off, there were still people using instruments to measure the humidity and temperature in the air and analyze the ingredients. Special recorders used cameras to capture this strange scene.

In such a strange and strange environment, everyone will inevitably feel a little nervous.

But after Fingel came here, his complexion became obviously much rosier, his energy became more energetic, and even the burning sensation from the scar on his forehead disappeared.

He suddenly approached Mance and asked Mance to go to a separate room to discuss with him.

"Old man, I probably figured out why the snakes didn't attack us." Fingel looked serious.