Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Intelligence flew in from all directions and was concentrated on the headquarters.

The streets and the first line of defense in Tokyo suffered heavy losses, and a large number of "lookers" appeared.

"Can I contact Chu Zihang?"

Schneider asked.

"No answer."

Norma said.

Gao Tianyuan seems to be an abyss. From Lu Mingfei, to Caesar, and now Chu Zihang and Uesugi Yue, everyone who goes in is cut off from contact.

When the starry sky disaster broke out, more than 70% of the eight members of the Sheqi family stationed on the first line of defense were infected with the "looker effect".

The first line of defense almost collapsed.

Fortunately, the commander of the first line of defense, Crow, escaped the initial danger of the starry sky disaster.

At that time, the crow was patrolling the offshore platform and was not looking at the sky or the sea.

Suddenly, it seemed like it was getting bright.

Not the bright light of day.

It is the bright moon, or in other words, the light of countless bright moons existing together in the night sky.

Cool and quiet light.

The crow subconsciously wanted to raise its head, which was a natural reaction.

"Don't move."

Raven heard Norma's voice.

He actually heard the majesty in the voice of an artificial intelligence.

"Mr. Crow, please remain calm."

Norma repeated.

The crow was motionless.

"very good."

Norma said.

"Please calm down."

"I know that what I am going to say below may be difficult for you to accept."

"But the disaster has happened."

"I hope you understand first that now, you must not look at the sky or the sea."

The crow hummed.

So Norma introduced the star disaster to Crow, the current situation in Tokyo, and the specific situation of the first line of defense.

What the crow doesn't know is that at the same time, Norma is carrying out thousands of processes. Norma establishes communication with every hybrid species that has escaped the disaster in the starry sky and tells them the current situation.

Neither Schneider nor Angers gave Norma such instructions.

In other words, it was Norma's own action.

"How could... such a thing happen!"

Crow held his hands in his hair.

"You're kidding!"

"Do you need me to tell you a joke?"

Norma asked.

"I mean, how could such a thing happen!"

"Mr. Crow, do you have any questions about star disasters?"

"Why!"

Crow determined that he could not communicate with Norma.

He had to find someone who said something.

The crow ran back, lowered his head subconsciously, and raised his head again as if he was electrocuted.

Can't look at the sky or the sea.

Otherwise, it will become the kind of person who is neither human nor ghost.

What the hell is this!

Crow had never heard of such a thing.

"Norma!"

said the crow.

"Pick me up..."Pick up Yaksha for me! "…"

The crow ran out of the cabin, the wind and the wind were furious, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Sorry, unable to connect."

The crow's "why" was about to come out of his mouth, but he swallowed it back.

Why can't I connect to Yasha? The answer is obvious, Yaksha is infected with the starry sky disaster.

Yes, that guy Yasha usually likes to stand on the edge of the work platform and watch the sea. He pretends to be like the tough guy in the movie. He told you to come back a long time ago. If you don't listen, it will be okay this time.

Crow hit the cabin with his fist.

"Norma, connect me to Sakura."

"unable to connect."

Raven took a deep breath.

"Connect me to Sakurai Kogure."

"unable to connect."

The crow sat down on the ground.

"Excuse me."

Norma said.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Shut up."

"OK."

Norma said.

"Please give the order."

"I said shut up."

"Please give the order."

The crow pounded the ground.

Yasha, Sakura, and Sakurai Kogure couldn't be contacted.

What can he do?

What else do you want him to do!

An idea quickly occupied Crow's mind.

Why don't he go see the sky and the sea? Anyway, Norma said it, but he is just stupid but not dead.

Moreover, the crow is still thinking in his heart, it doesn't matter even if he dies, he just dies, how easy it is.

"Please give the order."

Norma was still asking.

Artificial intelligence is really just artificial intelligence, how stupid.

Crows are annoying.

"I told you to shut up. This is an order. You don't understand!"

"No."

Norma said.

"This is not an order."

Crow laughed angrily.

"Get it clear, you are just a program, I am a human being, how dare you question me."

Crow laughed to himself again.

"Me too, to be angry with a program like yours."

The crow lay casually on the ground, closed his eyes, and thought about nothing.

He wanted to take off his headphones.

Raven heard Norma say.

"You are the commander, Mr. Crow."

"Please give the order."

Crow took off his headphones and looked at them.

"Fuck your commander."

Crow squeezed hard, but failed to crush the earphones.

"Tsk."

It is indeed the equipment of Kassel headquarters, it is really solid.

The crow threw away the earphone, and it hit the wall of the barn, bounced back, and rolled on the ground. The crow listened.

The earphones stopped moving.

Norma's voice finally stopped ringing.

The world is quiet.

The crow let out a long breath.

now it's right.

He lay quietly.

The crow lay there for a while and then stood up.

I can't look at the sky or the sea, and I don't know where to turn my head. It's really troublesome.

The crow pouted.

He simply closed his eyes and groped around on the ground based on his impressions.

"I remember this is here..."

"How not?"

Crow knelt on the ground and moved impatiently. Finally, he touched it.

Crow put on his headphones.

"Please give the order."

Norma said.

"I'm still the commander."

said the crow.

"Yes."

Norma's tone was the same as ever.

Listening to this, Crow felt self-doubt. How could he have thought that Norma's tone had changed before?

"You are still the interim commander of the first line of defense."

"That's okay."

The crow was quiet for a while.

Norma also became quiet at this time and stopped repeating the annoying words.

"OK."

Raven slapped her cheek hard.

"I give the order."

"yes."

The lifeless first line of defense slowly regained its vitality.

The survivors who were still able to move placed their comrades who became "Lookers" under Norma's guidance.

In order to prevent accidents, Crow ordered that every three survivors act together. Everyone wears sunglasses, blindfolds, gives up their eyesight, and all obeys Norma's command.

"What if I don't have a blindfold?"

"Use underwear, you idiot."

In addition, the Crow Rights Communication Command finally connected with the command shortly after.

"Is it a crow?"

Professor Schneider said.

"Yes, hello, sir."

said the crow.

"I understand your situation."

"You have two choices."

Professor Schneider said.

"Take everyone with you and return to Tokyo."

"Or, keep holding on."

"Sir, we retreat, what should we do here?"

"Everyone, please stay down below."

Crow smiled.

"We're not leaving."

Professor Schneider nodded happily.

This crow was not a student of Kassel, so he had no impression. The reason why he became the commander was Angers' opinion.

Sure enough, Ange never made a mistake when looking at people.

They discussed how to deal with "lookers."

As a result of the final discussion, it can only be temporarily placed on the working platform.

There's no way around it, at least until they figure out how to deal with star disasters.

The situation at sea is also different from that in Tokyo.

Looking at the sea actually has the same effect as looking at the stars.

It's just that the effect of the sea is weaker than the starry sky.

The staff speculated that it might be because of the reflection of the stars in the sea.

But what else can they do if reflections also trigger the "looker effect"?

The depressing wind blew into the headquarters, and the gap created by Susie and Lansnott was huge. Starlight poured in unbridled, giving everyone a layer of frosty white.

By the way, Norma.

Francis asked excitedly.

"Norma, tell me what starry sky you see!"

The eyes of the surviving staff officers were all bright.

Yes, they also have Norma. Humans who look at the starry sky will be infected by the starry sky disaster and become admirers, but Norma will not, she is still working normally.

"same as before."

Norma said.

"What about the brightness? Don't you think it's a little brighter?"

"No."

"How about far and near?"

"Same."

Everyone said something to me, adding unwillingly.

The feedback Norma gave was still the same.

"how come!"

Someone murmured.

Francis slapped his cheeks and exhaled.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

"I'm impatient."

"We should have thought of this possibility earlier."

Francis shook his head.

"Norma is artificial intelligence."

To be honest, this possibility is very high, why Norma is not affected by the starry sky disaster, because she, no, it is artificial intelligence, in the eyes of artificial intelligence, the starry sky is still the original starry sky, there is no change.

"Boys, cheer up."

Professor Schneider said.

"At least we can identify part of the mechanism by which star disasters work."

"You mean?"

Francis mused.

"Star disasters only affect humans?"

Professor Schneider nodded.

"There is actually a lot of evidence in this regard. You see, so far, only humans have been affected by star disasters, and there has not been a single case of animal infection."

Professor Schneider pondered.

"wrong."

"Perhaps in addition to humans, dragons will also be affected by star disasters."

Francis immediately called: "Norma."

"receive."

Norma answered instantly.

"No target has been identified."

"Is the Dragon Clan not affected by star disasters?"

Francis murmured.

"No."

Norma said.

"No dragons have been discovered yet."

"Where did they go?"

Norma projected scenes of battle scenes, including Susie's team, Fingel, and more Uesugoshi.

Pure-blood dragons died one after another at the hands of the mixed-bloods.

Francis touched his nose.

"Feel sorry."

Maybe he was confused, as Sun Tzu said in The Art of War. Francis thought that he must no longer be able to think calmly, and he would actually make such a low-level mistake.

As a staff officer, you must have all the information on the battlefield firmly imprinted in your mind.

Francis must be ready to report on the battle between them and the pure-blooded dragons. Of course, Francis could do it before that. It was the sudden star disaster that completely disrupted Francis's mood.

Francis took a breath to calm down.

He gave himself a minute. For the ever-changing battlefield, this minute was very luxurious.

Francis thought of nothing for this minute, completely out of touch with the battlefield. Francis returned to his childhood, listening to his father tell stories about dragon slayers.

This is what Francis uses to stabilize his mood.

Whenever he returns to the past, he calms down quickly.

This time is no exception.

Francis seemed to feel the beating fire of the fireplace, the warmth of his face and hands.

Warm and drowsy.

At this time, my father's majestic voice sounded again.

"Let's play chess."

The sleepiness was driven away, and Francis suddenly woke up completely.

"good!"

Francis nodded vigorously, firelight dancing in his eyes. It was a very distant winter. Francis and his father used war records from the past as a blueprint, and played war games again and again.

Francis has been different from other children since he was a child.

Other heirs of the dragon-slaying family like knives and swords. They receive the most rigorous knight training, treating themselves like a piece of crude steel and putting it into the furnace to forge vigorously.

Those who can become good materials will live, and those who cannot become good materials will die.

These descendants of the ancient dragon-slaying families are often called Spartans. Despite the changes of the times, they have always maintained a Spartan-like education, barbaric and noble.

Barbarism is barbarism in its methods. The children of the Dragon Slaying Family seem to be inhuman. Not to mention their childhood, whether they can grow up healthily depends on their fate.

Sublime is the lofty goal. The dragon-slaying family is almost paranoid about maintaining the oldest method of selecting successors in order to protect the world that already belongs to humans and hybrids from the dragons who are bound to return.

Francis chose another path.

He did not touch swords or swords, did not wear armor, and did not hone his fighting skills.

Francis only reads.

He reads like crazy, and reads all kinds of books.

Many people said that little Francis was crazy, perhaps cursed by some unknown magic. One day, the servant found that little Francis had been staying in the bathroom for a long time. He read all the words in the bathroom, including the Bible miniatures on the tiles. .

In other families, little Francis would definitely be regarded as a shame. How could there be such a weak dragon slayer.

Fortunately, Francis has a great father.

"No matter what, you are my son."

His father always told him.

"There are many ways to slay a dragon, and you can do it with your brain. I believe you will become a great dragon slayer in the future, no worse than anyone else."

His father’s words have always inspired Francis and have accompanied him to this day.

When a disaster beyond imagination strikes, everyone is helpless.

Francis thought of his father again.

Can I really do this?

His father's face appeared in Francis' mind, like dawn illuminating the fog, and Francis heard his father's voice.

"Of course, believe in yourself and don't forget whose son you are."

One minute is up.

Francis opened his eyes, his expression completely changed.

Francis found Professor Schneider looking at him.

It seems like it started just now.

Seeing Francis's eyes, Professor Schneider smiled.

"Let me hear what you think of."

"I'm sorry, Professor, but if you wanted me to give you a solution to your problem..."

Francis shrugged.

"However, I did find something."

Francis said slowly.

"Professor, aren't you curious?"

"Where do these dragons come from?"

Professor Schneider frowned.

"You mean the dragon that has been revived recently."

Francis nodded.

"Pure-blooded dragons rise from the grave, Professor, we all know this, so you understand, this is not what I'm asking about."

"That's what I asked."

“Where are the tombs of their resurrection?”

Professor Schneider had a vague idea of ​​the answer. He remained silent. Schneider knew that Francis would tell him.

"In the last century, our predecessors searched all corners of this planet to find the dragon family's grave."

"Behind the so-called great geographical discovery and global integration are hybrids looking for dragons."

"Indeed, we also found many dragon ruins."

"We even identified the locations of several suspected Dragon King tombs."

"But we have never found the cemetery where the dragons sleep on a large scale."

"This is abnormal."

"Obviously, the Dragon King cannot rule the world alone. When they return, they will be accompanied by their subordinates."

"So, where are their subjects?"

Francis took a deep breath and his eyes lit up.

Francis extended his index finger and pointed upward.

"Maybe now we know where the Dragon King's subjects sleep."

"Starry sky."