When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

"Come on, classmate, look at this knife. It has a wide body and a thick back, but a thin blade. It kills people without showing any blood..."

"Director, you already used this line when I came last time." Lu Mingfei interrupted Director Akadula's sales pitch.

"Ahem, haven't the new students heard of this?" Director Akadulla waved his hand, "Don't hinder me. I finally found someone who might be able to use this knife, so that my Your hard work does not need to continue to gather dust..."

"Let me correct you, it was a labor of love in the early years." Lu Mingfei added.

Director Akadulla:…

"That...director, can I say something?" Fingel spoke cautiously from the side.

He is not afraid of anything, but no one in this school is afraid of the Equipment Department except himself, and he is no exception.

"Tell me, classmate, if you have any ideas or opinions, you can bring them up!" Director Akadulla was very enthusiastic about Fingel, but at least 99% of this enthusiasm was malicious.

"I think this sword is indeed domineering and powerful. However, the young man has little talent and a weak body. I am afraid that he is not worthy of such a magical weapon. Why don't you consider giving it to a more suitable person? ” Fingel suggested.

"Hey! That's so humble of you!" Director Akadulla dragged the sword with one hand and patted Fingel on the shoulder vigorously with the other hand. "Six years ago, when you were a sophomore, I I’ve heard of your name!”

"Huh?" Fingel's heart skipped a beat.

"At that time, someone told me that there was a freak with infinite strength among the students. Yan Ling was a bronze throne. Once when he was on a mission in Brazil, he had a conflict with a gang. He went crazy and held up hundreds of guns. The limbs of the gang's top brass were all twisted off, and even the building they used as the gang's headquarters was demolished into rubble. The few ordinary gang members who escaped were frightened into a mental hospital, and most of them were dealt with by people at the school. In order to deal with such a situation The Big Trouble School has spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and even the principal was alarmed."

Director Arcadura excitedly recounted Fingel's glorious deeds and danced with joy when talking about his rise, as if Fingall had defeated a Brazilian gangster and he was proud of it, but Fingel just wanted to kill him. He grabbed the sword from inside and put the handle into his mouth to stop him from talking.

"Wait." Lu Mingfei suddenly said.

Fingel felt a chill in his heart - now it would be much more difficult to do lazy paddling, and when he got off the Bronze City, his tasks would probably be increased.

"I would like to ask, director, what you are talking about," Lu Mingfei made a gesture of quotation marks with both hands, "What does "aftercare" mean?"

"Shut up." Director Akadulla wrote lightly.

"Hiss... that's cruel!" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

"There are people in the academy who are hypnotists who specialize in this kind of incident. They will hypnotize the people involved to make them forget about the things they have seen related to mixed races, or think that it is just a dream," said Fingel, who rarely has any sense of integrity. , took the initiative to explain, "In the history of the college's actions over the past few decades, there are indeed many records that have affected ordinary people, including some irreparable injuries and even deaths. However, the college will not subjectively harm or even kill ordinary people. It is not difficult for the academy to remove part of the memory. If there are witnesses who cause them to lose their memory, it will be dealt with."

"Tch! It's boring." Lu Mingfei looked very disappointed, and Fingel wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Fingel, who lived in the academy era created by Angers, did not know that the jokes made by Director Acadura decades ago were the regular behavior of the secret party. Although the academy era lacked a bit of iron-bloodedness, It does make the secret party much less murderous than before.

If a pure-blood dragon is hiding in a small town, it can be killed by firing an alchemy missile at the town. However, if evacuating the town residents in advance will make it aware of the news and run away, the college's choice is probably to send out The elite team sneaked into the town to contain the dragon and organized the evacuation of the masses at the same time. But the elders of the secret party decades ago would have pressed the launch button without hesitation - if it was the operation hosted by the Beowulf family, it should still be possible. Will cum a few more times.

Therefore, in the decades when weapons of mass destruction were booming, it was a good thing that Angers came to power and started the academy era, otherwise many more people would have died in the world.

Director Akadulla knew about this. He was much older than he looked. Although he had not personally experienced the iron-blooded era, he had looked back at it, but there was no need to tell young people this.

"At that time, someone from the equipment department went to collect data from the ruins of the violently demolished building." Director Akadulla squeezed Fingel's bulging hard biceps, "That three-story building was completely used by you. Destroying it with brute force, you tore open the security door, smashed the load-bearing wall, and even twisted the barrel of the gun like a twist. The bullet was fired inside, and the explosion of gunpowder and flying projectiles could not even hurt your skin... …This kind of physical quality is almost close to that of the sixth generation species in human form.”

"You said it as if you had seen it with your own eyes. These are all rumors. Rumors," Fingel said in a final struggle. "The news will always gradually become distorted in the process of spreading."

"But the data will not," said Director Akadulla. "This battle scene was analyzed by a senior architectural researcher in the Equipment Department based on the data collected and transmitted back on site. He participated in most of the school's Design and construction work on most important buildings, even the ice cellar and Norma's machine room."

The existence of the ice cellar is not a secret in the school. Students are publicly prohibited from entering the ice cellar and taking out its collections on Freedom Day. However, in fact, students know very little about the ice cellar other than its existence, and neither does Fingel. For the first time, I learned that the big shot in charge of building the ice cellar had actually analyzed his battle scene, and I felt somewhat honored for a moment.

"With your physical fitness when you activate the Bronze Throne, you will be able to use this knife easily. Its material is very good, and the blade has undergone complex special processing. The huge kinetic energy and the sharpness that can easily cut through metal are enough for him to break "Pure-blooded dragon scale armor," Director Akadura said seductively, "With it, after you release the word spirit, you can completely fight the fifth generation species head-on, and even challenge without the support of teammates without mass destruction. The fourth generation of Yanling."

"Minister, how much does this knife weigh?" Fingel asked.

"Two hundred kilograms." Director Akadulla said.

"Pfft..." Fingel was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly, "I can't move it. I can't move it."

"Why can't you lift it? Give it a try!" Lu Mingfei on the side said.

"I really can't lift it. I have to use my word spirit to lift two hundred kilograms. It's difficult for me to move with it..." Fingel shook his head crazily.

"Trash! I'll do it!"

Lu Mingfei pushed Fingel away, took a step forward, picked up the barrier knife dragged by Director Akadula, and moved as easily as picking up a branch, waving it around, and even played with it, whistling. The strong wind slapped Fingel and Akadulla in the face.

Fingel was dumbfounded. Although Director Akadura had already expected Lu Mingfei's physical fitness, he still couldn't help but be surprised - this power is too outrageous. Several times in the history of hybrids, it is possible to have this kind of strength. There are also very few hybrids with strength.

"Here, take it." Lu Mingfei threw the knife to Fingel.

Fingel subconsciously reached out and caught the handle of the knife with one hand and supported the back of the knife with the other. The weight of two hundred kilograms was transformed into a terrible falling force under the potential energy of gravity. Fingel's upper body sank and he almost failed to catch the knife. .

Then he immediately realized, Oh no...

Shouldn't have caught it.

Fingel immediately pretended to be exhausted and let the knife drop to the ground, but when he raised his head, he could only see Lu Mingfei's half-smiling expression and Director Akadura's fiery eyes...

…

The upper reaches of the Yangtze River, near the Three Gorges, on the Monyach.

"So this is the reason why you brought such a big man to participate in the operation?" Caesar sat on the wall of the ship, wiping the shiny and unpretentious Dictator - the reason why there was only the blade was because Caesar was on the handle. It was inlaid with some kind of precious-looking wood, and there was a gem embedded at the end.

"I didn't want to either," Fingel said in despair, "but under the circumstances, I had no room to refuse. With their attitude, I would have either carried the knife and walked away that day, or I would have been tied to the knife and resisted. .”

"What do you mean by being tied to a knife and resisting being taken away?" Old Tang asked.

"Have you ever seen a movie about cannibals? Find a wooden stick, tie the prisoner's limbs to the wooden stick, and then two people carry the wooden stick, with a person hanging from the wooden stick, and wait for the tribe to light a fire and put it on the grill." Fingel looked sad.

"Pfft..." Caesar, who was wiping Dicrado, let out an indistinct laugh - Fingel's description was so graphic, especially when the kidnapped person in the picture was replaced by Fingel, it added extra Adds a lot of comedy effects.

Perhaps because it is true that happiness is based on the pain of others, not only Caesar smiled, but Old Tang also showed a gloating smile, and even the corners of the lips of a white-haired young man next to him curled up.

"Wiglaf, where are your weapons? Although Fingel's weapons are exaggerated, he brought them after all. You won't just bring thermal weapons down, right? The underwater environment of Bronze City does not allow us to bring too many thermal weapons... "

Caesar turned to look at Wiglaf and asked. This young man who wanted to fight whenever he saw anyone, like an albino honey badger, was the sixth member of the student annihilation team selected by Lu Mingfei.

"My sword is here." Wiglaf flashed his waist, where there was only a bare sword hilt.

"Alchemy weapon?" Caesar reacted immediately.

Wiglaf nodded, as if he didn't want to say more.

Caesar didn't ask further. Powerful alchemical weapons are very precious, and some information is quite valuable. It's human nature for the holder not to disclose it - but even if it's understandable, it's still very uncomfortable to be a teammate with a Riddler, especially A proud person like Caesar.

In particular, he regarded himself, Fingel, Old Tang and Wiglaf near the side of the ship as a "pre-war mobilization meeting" for him to boost morale as an underwater leader.

"Where are your weapons?" Wiglaf looked at Old Tang.

When they go into the water, they will bring hot weapons prepared by the equipment department. This is their main means of destroying dragons, but cold weapons are also indispensable, so as not to use their bare hands when they need to engage with the enemy - so Caesar That’s why I find it strange that Fingel is carrying such an exaggerated broad sword. After all, cold weapons are theoretically only for emergency use. Bringing such a big guy will even affect the carrying and use of hot weapons. It’s quite putting the cart before the horse. the meaning of.

"Me? It seems that you don't know my word spirit yet, brother," Old Tang shrugged. "My word spirit is Sword Control. Below is the Bronze City. All we brought are metal weapons. After we go down, there will be weapons in all directions. My sharp blade."

Old Tang really didn't understand why the users of sword control had to control blades or flying swords. It was understandable that the ancients did this, but why don't modern people control bullets?

Under the control of Jian Yu, the bullets are ammunition that can truly turn. Not only can they turn, but they can even rotate. As long as there are two bullets, they can detonate gunpowder in the air to fire projectiles by simulating the firing pin. This power is not as bad as Kuhaha The control blade is strong?

Obviously he had not considered how finely one could control the sword control to use one bullet to fire another bullet.

But he can.

Of course, there is no need for him to do this. His return to Bronze City is not like going home, but really going home.

"Everyone, what are we talking about? Do you want some drinks?" Su Xiaoqiang came from a distance carrying a plastic bag.

Seeing her coming, Caesar, Fingel and even Wiglaf had unnatural expressions on their faces.

Caesar really couldn't figure out why Lu Mingfei's girlfriend's combat application was approved, but Chu Zihang was rejected.

Of course he didn't want to work with Chu Zihang, but Lu Mingfei's girlfriend...she was still a freshman who had just entered school for one month, right? Although I heard that she had attended a preparatory class, there were quite a few students in school who had attended a preparatory class. As a freshman, she was really not suitable for such a dangerous task.

Unless she is similar to Chu Zihang when she was a freshman.

"Hello, sister-in-law!" Old Tang greeted Su Xiaoqiang warmly.

"What's your name, sister-in-law? We just got engaged," Su Xiaoqiang shook his head, "Besides, you are older than Lu Mingfei, right?"

"My respect for Brother Fei comes from the bottom of my heart." Old Tang said seriously.

He didn't have the same doubts as Caesar. How could Brother Fei's girlfriend be an ordinary person? Maybe all of them together are not as strong as my sister-in-law.

"What to drink? Coke or cocktail? Beer too." Su Xiaoqiang raised the plastic bag in his hand.

"Beer! Thank you!" Fingel raised his hand.

"Coke, preferably iced." Old Tang said.

"They're all iced. Here." Su Xiaoqiang handed out the Coke and beer.

"And cocktails?" Caesar showed an interested expression.

"Canned." Su Xiaoqiang probably knew who Caesar was and reminded him.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing," Caesar took the canned cocktail thrown over by Su Xiaoqiang, "It's a brand I haven't seen before, I hope it won't disappoint me too much."

"Are you Su Xiaoqiang?" Wiglaf looked at Su Xiaoqiang with cold eyes.

"Hello, you are Wiglaf, right? Lu Mingfei told me about you..." Su Xiaoqiang was cut off midway through his greeting.

"Why do you become our teammate?" Wiglaf asked coldly.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Old Tang pretended to drink Coke, Fingel pretended to drink beer, and Caesar looked at Wiglaf and Su Xiaoqiang with interest.

"What do you mean?" Anyone who is familiar with Su Xiaoqiang knows that her temper is not very good.

"Literally," Wiglaf said, "I don't think you are worthy of being my teammate. In other words, if you want to be our teammate, you must at least prove yourself first. The tradition of the Beowulf family is that after the death or burial of the victim, The country plays a harmonica, but we will not play the harmonica for teammates who were delayed and sacrificed."

Su Xiaoqiang narrowed his eyes.