Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Actually, there's a question I've been wanting to ask since just now."

On the streets of Tokyo, Anna and Kafka formed a temporary team.

Anna asked Kafka.

"Why is the order from above to try to rescue ordinary people who are alone?"

"Obviously with our strength."

Anna shook her little fist.

"It's not a problem to kill Deadpool directly."

Kafka knew that if anyone dared to underestimate Anna's fist, there would be a surprise waiting for him.

Even though Anna is petite and exquisite, hybrids are not the type whose strength can be judged by their size. Let's say S-class, for example. She looks like an ordinary middle school student, without Caesar's kingly aura, nor Chu Zihang's embryo-killing aura.

But if you really look at the S-class through the eyes of an ordinary middle school student, you would be totally wrong.

By the way, which student can slay a dragon?

Except island countries.

Anna is an A-level hybrid, which is not low. Her martial arts skills are close to the peak of physical training, and her combat power ranks high even in Kassel.

After all, there are only two monsters like Caesar and Chu Zihang. Not everyone can make rapid progress by just getting started with a new technology.

With Anna's strength, the first line of defense should be more suitable for her.

The intensity of the fighting over there is high enough.

Next is the air battlefield.

In fact, if Anna hadn't been afraid of heights, she would have been flying a fighter plane in the aerial battlefield to kill everyone.

It's really sad to say.

Finally, there are the streets of Tokyo.

Just some Deadpool here.

The staff department had repeatedly deduced before the war that the probability of a real dragon appearing directly on the streets of Tokyo was extremely low and could be completely ignored.

The opponent is only Deadpool, and Anna is enough to deal with it, even more than enough.

But the guidelines given by the staff department are.

The top priority is to search and rescue ordinary people wandering the streets at night.

As for the ability to kill Deadpool, not only is it not required, but it also gives almost the opposite meaning.

Do your best to keep Deadpool alive, don't kill him if you can, and don't do anything if you can.

The mixed race people were dumbfounded when they saw the news.

They even suspected that their own staff headquarters had been captured by the Dragon Clan?

Or is it that Professor Schneider, the invincible head of the executive department, finally became abnormal after suffering from a long illness.

Or maybe the posts on the Night Watch forum about the nature of dragons are actually true. Dragons are Zerg, and real dragons are just large war weapons of dragons. They also have other types of gadgets, such as facehuggers and so on.

And their headquarters has been parasitized by facehuggers.

All in all, all kinds of outrageous or more outrageous news circulated among the commissioners.

Young people's mood is too complicated.

These action plans don't look like the style of an executive department.

When did the Iron-Blooded Executive Department, which the mixed-race world was frightened by, turn into a nursing home?

Moreover, as for the commissioner performing the mission tonight, the highest person in charge is actually Kafka.

It’s not that they looked down on Kafka, nor did they have a problem with Kafka.

Mengbu does indeed have a promising future and they admit it.

But, that is definitely the dream part of the later stage.

What can Kafka do now? Hypnosis?

How many Deadpools can he kill?

Once they thought of this, the mixed-races suddenly realized.

It turned out that this was the reason why the headquarters appointed Kafka as the top leader.

It is precisely because Kafka's Dream Department is weak in lethality.

If you change the person in charge, maybe you can leave Deadpool alive regardless of your headquarters' plans? Just kidding.

They just went on a killing spree.

Kafka is different.

Even if he wanted to kill, he was not strong enough.

Anna is Kafka's deputy and they are inspecting the last area.

Norma and Kaguya divided Tokyo into grids and investigated them one by one. Mixed-race commissioners with Kyushu martial arts training spread out in large numbers to search and rescue ordinary people on the streets of Tokyo and escort them to safety. House shelter.

What a crazy night.

Anna gloated.

"Wait and see, those guys in the logistics department are busy."

Anna refers to the memory cleaners led by Masashi Toyama.

It’s not like Anna has never been on the field before.

Every time an ordinary person is involved, the logistics department has to work overtime day and night. Even with the help of speech spirits, cleaning up the memory is not an easy task.

What's more, speaking spirit is not a very convenient ability. If a hybrid uses the speaking spirit once, you have to rest for a long time.

The logistics department mostly uses psychological hypnosis to cleanse their memories.

In the past, it was just a small mission, and the logistics department was already complaining.

This time it was a city-level memory cleansing.

They were afraid that they would die suddenly on the job.

Anna smiled heartlessly.

"It's hard to talk about this kind of thing."

Kafka gives his opinion.

"After tomorrow, maybe the world will be different."

"oh."

Anna raised her eyebrows.

"It sounds like you don't have much confidence in us."

"I will always believe in Master Lu."

Kafka said.

"But some things probably no longer need to exist."

"Abraham blood contract?"

Anna doesn't have so many scruples. She has such a character herself. She used to be a headache for many people. After practicing Kyushu Martial Arts, instead of restraining herself, she became even more assertive.

In Anna's words, she was following her true heart so that her martial arts practice would no longer be hindered.

With Lu Mingfei's words, he felt confident.

"But that's true."

Anna nodded.

"That Abrahamic blood contract is how many years old."

"It's long past due."

"Besides, I really can't figure out what to do with insisting on such a meaningless rule."

"Can't we just walk openly in the sunshine? It would be very uncomfortable to hide our heads and tail."

Kafka knew as soon as he heard this that Anna must have read too many oriental martial arts novels.

Maybe I stayed up all night watching it last night.

There is no way, half-breeds are all mavericks, especially after practicing Kyushu Martial Arts. If you want them to obey orders completely and do nothing, it will almost kill these guys.

And even Kafka wasn't writing a novel a few nights ago.

Kafka also had something to say, what we study is the Department of Dreams, and writing novels is a form of spiritual practice.

I met some more deadpools on the road.

Anna took out a bubble hall from nowhere and was blowing bubbles there with her hands behind her head.

She watched Kafka's move with great interest, and almost applauded in the end.

Kafka let the deadpools fall asleep, and when he looked back and saw Anna looking like this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Even if you are lazy, you can still pretend to be more or less. Be careful, I will write it all for you in the action report later."

Anna spread her hands innocently.

"what can I do?"

She had a look of despair on her face.

"I want to take action too."

"But do you think it's appropriate?"

"Last time, just a few minutes ago, I killed Deadpool."

"At that time, I was notified and criticized by the people above."

Anna rolled her eyes and raised her middle finger.

Kafka looked away and pretended he saw nothing.

I heard that this Anna had a lot of background and was a member of an ancient mixed-race family in Europe. I didn't expect that she was so... informal.

Kafka also knew about the previous criticism.

No wonder Anna is full of resentment.

Kafka himself didn't know what the people on the staff thought, so he stated in the guidelines that it didn't count, and even set a strict killing quota for each commissioner.

Unless necessary, a commissioner can only kill three Deadpools at most.

The advice given by the command is to stun.

If Kafka hadn't been Osamu's Dream Club, it wouldn't have been so easy to send Kurosawa Ai to him at the beginning. At that time, he had killed a Deadpool, and it was also an emergency.

The Commissioner fights Deadpool, with Norma and Kaguya monitoring via ubiquitous cameras.

It's okay if it's necessary. If you kill Deadpool intentionally if it's not necessary, you will get a warning from the command center.

Although Kafka didn't understand, he thought that the command had some special plan.

But more people are still like Anna, simply thinking that the people in the headquarters have brain problems and are unnecessary.

Is it because the Western Virgin Complex has entered your brain?

Now protecting animals is no longer enough for you, start protecting Deadpool, right?

Do we have to go out on the streets to hold a sign and march another day?

I like Deadpool so much, I hope you can marry Deadpool, dear.

Just like that, they finished searching the last area.

Kafka presses the earphones to switch channels and reports.

"mission completed."

Anna trimmed her nails with her dagger and hummed.

“Call it over and call it a day.”

It was at this point that change occurred.

On the large screen at the headquarters, a holographic image of the Tokyo map was displayed, all colored green to represent safety.

"Threat removed."

"The application moves to the next stage."

"Authorization."

"Authorization received, application approved."

"Valkyrie, wake up."

Meanwhile, in the street, Kafka and Anna walked back side by side.

On either side of them were rows of Deadpools.

Anna cast a glance from time to time.

Her dagger leapt forward.

Unfortunately, I can't move.

If she moved, those guys could train her for a long time.

I'm so annoyed.

And Schneider.

Although she is really beaten, Anna, the heroine, is not afraid of Schneider. She is not bragging. When she gets ruthless, she will pull out oxygen tubes for you, Professor Schneider, and the director of the executive department, and smash cars for you!

But, it doesn't have to be.

Although that Schneider was a bit hateful and often deducted credits from them, especially that face, when Anna saw it for the first time, she almost cried out of fear.

But Schneider is still a professor after all.

Kassel is not Konoha, and the culture of respecting teachers and teaching is not that strong yet.

For the sake of Schneider's reputation as a professor, Anna felt that if you were stupid, just be stupid. They were just a few deadpools, and they couldn't afford to be beaten in front of Cassel, who was now practicing martial arts in the school.

But then again, Professor Schneider is really stupid, and he actually ordered them not to kill the servant indiscriminately.

Please, we are dragon slayers, not Deadpool breeders, and besides, this is not Deadpool's zoo.

Anna pouted.

"Dude."

She said carelessly.

"Would you like a drink?"

"My treat."

"I've been brewing plum wine for half a year. For the sake of everyone being comrades in arms, I'll give it to you to try."

When did it start?

Probably after Lu Mingfei took charge of the martial arts campus in Kassel.

Some strange trends began to spread in Kassel.

For example, morning classes, martial arts novels, and boxing that resemble broadcast gymnastics.

Among them, one is particularly special.

Plum wine.

I heard it came from my S-class roommate, an unknown person.

Lu Mingfei's favorite drink is plum wine.

That roommate made who knows how much money he made under this guise.

The mixed race has a special liking for alcoholic beverages, not to mention the S-class favorite plum wine, which I have to try anyway.

Later, the news of plum wine spread, and the mixed race people studied history and found that it was best to brew and drink it at home.

So they also tried to make their own plum wine.

In particular, someone asked Lu Mingfei after a sugar martial arts class and remembered a lot of Lu Mingfei’s wine-making experience.

Someone even chatted with Lu Mingfei on the topic of wine making. Not only did he get a lot of advice on martial arts, but Chen Gong also added Lu Mingfei's contact information.

The students' passion was ignited.

It turns out that making plum wine is the right way to get closer to S-class.

They started their vigorous brewing business.

Anna dedicated a special forum for this war.

Not the best.

The best thing she left was for Master Lu, which was the gift Anna planned to give to Lu Mingfei.

But the altar in my hand is almost enough.

After all, how can you run out of wine after a fight?

How can you drink without someone to accompany you?

Anna also heard that Kafka was not only good at thinking, he was also a good winemaker.

Her little abacus was very good.

Invite Kafka to have a drink, and then learn some wine-making experience from him. I can go back and improve it, maybe I can make better wine, and then give it to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei will definitely be impressed by me.

But the plan failed at the very beginning.

"No."

Kafka said.

"We are still on a mission. It is not allowed to drink alcohol before dawn."

Anna blinked and looked at Kafka with a look that said, "Are you an idiot?"

She even reached out and put her hand on Kafka's forehead, as if she suspected that Kafka's brain was burned out.

Kafka ducked.

"No!"

Anna said.

"You are too rigid."

"Can't there be some flexibility?"

"What else do we have to live for now?"

"Nope."

"You'll be fine if you drink a little."

"And if you don't talk about this kind of thing, I won't talk about it."

"Who knows."

Facing the blushing and accusing Anna, Kafka smiled and pointed to his ear.

Norma said.

"Miss Anna, Chief Schneider is looking for you."

Anna froze.

Damn it, I forgot about the headphones.

Ahhhh!

You really can't blame her.

Who told the people in the equipment department to have nothing to do and make the earphones so small and skin-friendly that if you don't remember them deliberately, it's easy for people to forget that they are still wearing earphones.

Anyway, Anna doesn't know what other people are like, she often forgets.

So it must be a problem with the headphone design.

Schneider said a few words to Anna.

The girl instantly drooped her head and became listless.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

"I got it."

"The mission must be completed."

Then Professor Schneider's voice appeared on the father-in-law channel.

Of course Kafka also heard it.

"Everyone."

"The next phase of the combat plan has begun."

"Please protect all Valkyries."

Valkyrie?

Kafka certainly knew what this was.

Norse mythology is a required course for all hybrids.

Valkyrie is the Valkyrie in Norse mythology, and she also plays the role of extraditing the souls of the dead.

Legend has it that in order to deal with Ragnarok, Odin ordered the gods to build the Hall of Valhalla, and sent Valkyrie down to the mortal world to select warriors who died bravely on the battlefield and invite them to live in the Hall of Valor.

In the Hall of Valor, there is endless wine, and the heroic spirits sing and enjoy themselves, and hone their martial arts. Until the day of Ragnarok, the heroic spirits will serve as soldiers of the great god Odin and fight for him.

It can be seen from mythology that Valkyrie is not an individual god, but a collective name for a class of gods.

Kafka once read the manuscripts of his predecessors in the Kassel Library.

Some ancestors believe that Valkyrie is also a dragon. This is the view held by the school of thought that the gods are essentially dragons.

Kafka also thought about this.

But he never expected it.

Today, at this time, on this battlefield, I will hear Valkyrie from the mouth of his commander, Professor Schneider.

What's this?

"What's this?"

Anna asked for him.

Kafka originally had no expectations for Professor Schneider's answer, but he never thought that Schneider would actually say it.

"You'll see, Valkyrie."

Then the connection was disconnected.

Anna is unhappy with the staircase lamp post.

"It's really annoying. Each of these people knows how to tell riddles."

"The Riddler get out of Gotham!"

"Although, I agree with your views on the Riddler."

"But this time, you may have misunderstood Professor Schneider."

Anna was even more angry.

"you!"

She turned to face Kafka.

"Why are you still talking... to him?"

Anna's voice then became quieter and quieter.

Her mouth opened wide, just like a character in an anime.

Although Kafka was not so exaggerated, the shock on his face was the same, visible to the naked eye.

They watched blankly as a group of men in black robes approached.

They are silent and exude an aura that makes people subconsciously want to stay away.

Just like a dead person.

No, maybe the image of the dementors in the movie Harry Potter is more appropriate.

The most concerning thing is the pair in the hands of these dementors...

"what is that?"

"It seems to be some kind of musical instrument."

"I know."

Commissioners spoke on the channel.

They all lowered the volume in unison.

As if afraid of disturbing the king's sleep.

"I seem to have seen it in some primitive tribe before."

"This is Bangzi."

"A very ancient instrument."

The commissioners looked at the wooden or bamboo musical instruments in the hands of the black-robed people who were suspected of being dementors.

While walking, I would occasionally knock the bangs, and the sound of the bangs would be empty and lonely, and could be heard far and wide.

Wherever the dementors passed by.

The Deadpools followed him.

They seemed to be members of a secret society.

Marching in silence.

Team sizes are growing.

"Have any of you ever heard of a cadaverist?"

"Well, when you say that, I seem to have seen it in some martial arts novel."

"It's from Xiangxi, right?"

"They are not from the same system as us. Master Lu teaches martial arts, and they teach Taoism."

"Put aside those who don't know Taoism. By the way, take a closer look. Don't you think these guys look like corpse exterminators?"

"Well, it seems true."

"Wait a minute, the corpse exorcist should use a bell."

"What does the bell say?"

"Anyway, it's definitely not this Bangzi."

Kafka watched the Dementors lead a line of Deadpools away.

The line is really long.

Finally finished.

Kafka counted silently.

There are 138 Deadpools in total.

That's certainly not all there is to Deadpool here.

When the Dementors go around Tokyo, how many Deadpools will they get at the end?

Moreover, Kafka thought even more.

Since the dementors can command Deadpool to follow automatically.

So can they order the Deadpools to attack?

Just like...

The characters in the game control pets to fight.

As a result, Deadpool, who was originally on the opposite side, suddenly switched sides to his side?

became their fighting tool.

"I see!"

Anna suddenly realized.

"No wonder he ordered us not to do anything."

"So that's where the problem lies."

"The professor wants to collect these Deadpools for his own use."

Anna nodded with admiration.

"As expected of a professor, a man who wears a mask every day is new and dirty."

Kafka glanced at his partner.

Listen, what does this mean? Girl, you don’t want the battlefield points.

Kafka was also helpless.

Forget it, he can only work harder and give this girl a few more heroic words when writing the action report.

Even if it's not for the sake of my partner, I still have to do it for the sake of plum wine. (End of chapter)