The Heavens: I stopped being a human being from Storm Scarlet

The next day.

Ang led the remaining members of Kassel Academy away from the troubled America, including Lu Mingfei who had been silent since waking up.

In fact, it was not just him. Everyone on the plane spoke very little. Even Finkel, who was always chattering, looked at the surging clouds outside the window with a gloomy face.

The casualties were too great, beyond what they could bear.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the most terrifying thing is not Norton who is sitting in Yellowstone Park waiting for the attack, but the thousand-meter-long monster that completely destroys the academy!
No one knows what that thing is, or whether it is a dragon. Could it be that Norton acquired the bloodline of some more ancient creature and then underwent a genetic mutation?
Moreover, the two nuclear bombs yesterday failed to kill Norton. Instead, Norton's long-range spiritual attack destroyed nearly two-thirds of the city area of ​​Peanut Stew. This undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to humans and dragons. The key point is that Norton made it clear that he would not accept peace talks and surrender, which killed the minds of a large number of people.

Today, different voices have emerged in the human camp, such as the escape faction that wants to leave the earth on a rocket, and the bunker faction that wants to build underground fortresses and live as rats.

Ange and others are steadfast and hard-line war factions. They will fight the dragon clan to the end even if only one person is left. Moreover, they have just experienced the tragedy of the destruction of the academy. The hatred and anger in their hearts are burning. Scenes from the past flash back in their minds, torturing the survivors over and over again like a punishment.

As for ordinary people~
The situation in other countries is relatively good. They are still able to maintain a stable society, but various riots and marches are happening one after another, the crime rate is rising to an unprecedented level, and evil cult forces that are misleading people are emerging one after another.

But America, which has suffered heavy losses one after another, is no different from the end of the world. Those well-known coastal cities have become the destination for countless ordinary people to escape. After all, all aspects are on the verge of paralysis and semi-collapse. Currently, most flights have been cut, and the wealthy have taken private planes with their families to other continents for refuge.

Huhu~
The plane landed at Copenhagen International Airport.

A convoy had been waiting for a long time. After picking up Angers and the others, it drove out of the city and headed for the scenic suburbs. Finally, it stopped in front of an ancient castle on a cliff. A waterfall leaped down a thousand-meter cliff without hesitation and fell into a sapphire-like lake. The lake bordered the endless wilderness, with small red-roofed houses sparsely scattered in the distance.

"Principal, where is this?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Let me guess, the Cadmus family, one of the elders, right, Principal?" Finkel guessed with a smile.

"The most mysterious organization in the academy, the Council of Elders, is composed of the four ancient dragon-slaying families in the legend. They are an indispensable part of the secret party, an iron-blooded faction that is completely different from the style of the academy." Anger nodded and explained to several of his entourage.

He looked at Lu Mingfei, "If they mention you, you don't have to say anything, I'm here."

After hearing this, Lu Mingfei replied: "Yes."

After entering the castle, most of the teachers and students were arranged to rest in the rooms that had been prepared long ago. Angé took Chu Zihang, Finkel, Lu Mingfei, Ling, Eri and the only three remaining professors to the reception room at the top of the castle.

The spacious hall was extremely old, even a bit shabby. Although the windows on both sides of the wall were wide open to let in sunlight, it was still dark and cold inside.

"Is it necessary to save so much electricity? Turn on the light." Angé said helplessly, and pulled a retro braided rope, and the flower cluster chandelier on the ceiling of the hall illuminated the room clearly.

There was a lonely long table in the middle, and other than that, there was no other furniture.

At the head of the long table sat an old man who was over 130 years old.

He lay motionless like a limestone tombstone, and his skin was extremely pale, as if he would die tomorrow.

The old man's hands were placed quietly on the table, and the backs of his old hands and forearms glowed faintly under the light. Normal skin would not be like this, but the surface of his skin was actually covered with fine white scales!

He slowly opened his eyes, staying on each person's face for a second. His blood-red golden pupils immediately startled Chu Zihang and others so much that they stopped in their tracks, as if they were being greedily stared at by a bloodthirsty dragon.

"Let me introduce you to the current heir of the Beowulf family," Ange stepped forward, intentionally or unintentionally suppressing the aura released by the old man, "Beowulf, an old fellow of the same generation as me, the last dragon-blood drinker."

"Ange, I was against the establishment of the so-called academy in the first place. Look, a group of gentle little lambs have no ability to resist a real dragon." Beowulf rebuked in a low voice. As the last captain of the Secret Party Action Team, he has always been pessimistic about the Secret Party's move to change into an academy.

"You haven't seen our enemy with your own eyes. He is different from all the dragons we have hunted before. His strength is beyond understanding and beyond the scope of dragons." Angé gestured to Lu Mingfei and the others to take a seat, while he sat at the other end directly opposite Beowulf.

Beowulf did not respond, because they had all seen the real video of the battle of Kassel Academy, and were indeed horrified by the greatness and violence of the real Godzilla. At that time, none of them could fart for a long time after watching it.

The three old men under his seat were not his subordinates, but the heads of the other three major families in the Elders' Council.

Among them was Cadmus, the owner of the castle, and the other two were St. George and Sigurd. However, these three men, who were nearly a hundred years old, were undoubtedly little kids in front of Beowulf. What's more, they all respected Beowulf and regarded him as the chairman of the Council of Elders.

It is worth mentioning that the long poem "Beowulf" in Norse mythology is a biography of the Beowulf family.

The epic poem describes how the hero Beowulf killed the three-headed monster and finally died from the venom of the dragon's fangs after cutting off the dragon's head.

In fact, the real Beowulf refers to an entire family, and all the patriarchs are named Beowulf. The deeds recorded in the epic were actually accomplished by three generations of grandfather, son and grandson. The three monsters killed were Deadpool, Corpse Guardian and a pure-blooded dragon.

Over the thousands of years, more than one or two dragons have died at the hands of the Beowulf family's swords, and countless more have died as dragons and corpse guards.

They are the most determined, brave and cruel dragon-slaying family in the world of half-bloods. Adhering to the ancient and barbaric family motto, every time a boy is born, he must be fed a drop of dragon blood crystal. This is something more terrible than poison, but only those who survive the poison can be recognized by the family.

It is precisely such cruel rules that forge each Beowulf into a man of steel.

It is precisely this rule of self-severance that has caused the Beowulf family to dwindle in the 21st century.

The purity of their dragon blood is so high that their normal offspring all have a dragon-like appearance, such as scales, dragon bones, claws, etc.

At present, the contemporary Beowulf once served as the captain of the Secret Party Action Team. He was an iron-blooded warrior who could cross the Eurasian continent and swear to hunt down a dragon. The so-called action team was the predecessor of the academy executive department.

"These little guys you brought are not simple at all." Beowulf's blood-gold eyes showed surprise.

Chu Zihang, whose golden eyes never go out, Finkel, who has hidden strength comparable to that of a super A-grade, Zero, who is unfathomable and cold, Eri, who can kill a second-generation creature alone, and Lu Mingfei, who sits on Angers' left side with his head down and remains silent.

Beowulf stared at Eri for a long while before turning his gaze to the sleepy Lu Mingfei, with a hint of bloodthirstiness in his eyes, "He was the one who transformed into a dragon and fought Norton, right?"

Angers did not object, "Yes, Mingfei is my last trump card, and he is also a good boy that I value."

Beowulf asked himself, "Is he a half-blood, or a dragon?"

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, as if as long as Ange answered the latter, Beowulf would pick up the black and red battle axe at his feet and chop off Lu Mingfei's head in the next second.

"He is hope, the hope that we can win." Angers did not answer the multiple-choice question, but instead threw out an affirmative sentence to express his position.

"Ahem~ Everyone, let's not talk about his problem for now. Our biggest enemy right now is Norton who is entrenched in North America." Howard spoke, breaking the stagnant conversation.

Beowulf still stared at Lu Mingfei suspiciously, "Hope?"

Feeling his undisguised hostility, Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head, and his pair of deep eyes met his gaze without any fear. The blood-red golden pupils that made Chu Zihang bow his head had no deterrent power in front of him.

"you ask me?"

Lu Mingfei shrugged expressionlessly, with a hint of cold contempt in the corners of his eyes, similar to that of Lu Mingze. His dull look made people wonder if he had the sequelae of war.

Only Ling on the opposite side looked at him with eyes as red as water. Her thoughts were surging, and memories of the past came to her mind. Her eyes couldn't help but be filled with more heartache and anger, the former towards Lu Mingfei, and the latter towards Chu Xin.

"Well, we are not here to chat," Ange showed the courage of a leader of the Secret Party and said directly, "I want to rebuild the Secret Party Iron Blood Army."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the four heads of the Elders' Council all lit up, as if they had regained their goals in life.

"You should have done this a long time ago." Beowulf took a deep breath, and his dry cheeks became a little redder.

"So, apart from our four major families and the survivors of the academy, what about those guys?" Howard asked, referring to the board of directors.

"The academy exists in name only, and the board of directors has been temporarily disbanded, but all the directors continue to follow the secret party. When I came, they all gave a positive response and were willing to become a member of the secret party's iron-blooded army," Ange replied, "In addition, several North American mixed-blood families have also joined us."

"In that case, what are you waiting for?" Beowulf stood up suddenly and shouted with great momentum, "Then announce it immediately and tell all members of the secret party to be determined to die!"

At this point, four major forces have been formed, namely the Secret Party Iron Blood Army, the National Alliance, Lu Mingze's faction, and the Holy Palace Medical Association.

……

After the meeting, the four elders took Ange and Lu Mingfei down in an old elevator to a depth of one thousand meters underground.

As the elevator door opened, the biting cold air felt like thousands of silver needles piercing my skin.

The rock cave structure looks like an ancient tomb, but in fact there is a continuous rumbling sound coming from behind the wall, which obviously indicates that some mechanical equipment is in operation.

Everyone stepped into the deepest stone gate. The four family heads took out four brass keys and inserted them into the holes. The alchemical formula was activated and the door opened automatically.

"You have your trump cards, and so do we." Beowulf said as he walked.

Inside was a circular room that looked like a tribunal. Eight coffin-like alchemical metal cabins stood on the surrounding walls. Through the frosted glass covers, one could vaguely see that there were humanoid creatures soaked in some kind of blood-colored liquid.

"Eight ancient dragon-slaying warriors, they are all ancestors of the four major families. They were created using forbidden alchemy and frozen with modern technology. Although they have become half-human, half-corpse bloodthirsty monsters and have lost most of their sanity, they are only murderous towards dragons and Deadpool." Beowulf said with respect.

"The most important thing is that each of them is comparable to an excellent second-generation species, and is not inferior even to Norton's guard Samson!" St. George said proudly.

Ange walked around and asked in astonishment: "Why are there only five? Where are the other three? Could it be~"

Beowulf nodded and said, "One hour before you arrived, my three ancestors were sent to North America by plane. The secret party is always on the move and will never hesitate or be silent for a moment!"

"You can't fight Norton with just the Dragon Slayer. It's pure self-destruction," said Angé.

"Who said we were sent to kill Norton? Only by clipping his wings and weakening his fighting spirit can we boost our morale!" Beowulf replied.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded in the room, and the metal cabin flashed red and yellow lights.

"What's going on!" Cadmus looked up and shouted.

"He, they are all awakened? But we didn't activate the device?" A panicked and confused male voice came from the speaker in the wall.

The five people were stunned and turned their heads at the same time, their eyes focused on Lu Mingfei.

He was seen standing in front of a metal cabin, doing nothing and saying nothing. Angers and the others saw a pair of extremely golden eyes through the reflection of the glass cover.

Beowulf swore that he had never seen such bright and pure gold. Even the next generation whose head he had chopped off was not one-tenth as bright as Lu Mingfei's.

"Ho~ho~"

The five ancient dragon-slaying warriors woke up completely. They roared and struggled in the cabin, slapping the cover frantically, staring at Lu Mingfei with their bright red eyes, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces alive.

"Be quiet." Lu Mingfei said tiredly.

As Beowulf and the others stared at them with twitching faces, the five warriors actually lay down again and fell into a deep sleep again after a few seconds.

Beowulf pointed at Lu Mingfei and turned his head to look at Ange. He was so shocked that he almost laughed out of anger, "Who the hell is this kid?"

Ange spread his hands and said, "I told you, hope!"

That night.

America.

On an island reef on the west coast, Luo Shen led a dozen corpse guards and just ended a bloody battle.

Under her was a third-generation beast that was unwilling to submit to Norton. The harsh words it said before its death indicated that it had once belonged to Jörmungandr, the King of Earth and Mountains. No wonder it hated Chu Xin's clan so much.

Suddenly, when Luo Shen was about to swallow the dragon's blood to replenish his strength, his whole body tensed up and he turned his head vigilantly.

hum!
In an instant, she saw a dozen corpse guards being cut in half by a gust of wind-like afterimage, and the whole process took less than two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, two more sharp sounds of breaking through the air came.

Feeling the threat of death, Luo Shen hurriedly flapped her wings, but before she could fly, she felt that the sense of her wings was gone. She was shocked to find that two humans were holding alchemical swords, one in front of her and the other behind, cutting off both sides of her wings. The cutting position happened to be the root of the wing bone that was not protected by the bronze armor.

Whoosh!
The third person appeared, his body suddenly expanded to a height of three meters, and he leaped over with a bloody alchemical battle axe in his hand.

Luo Shen quickly twisted her body, using her dragon tail and claws to attack instead of defend, trying to force back the three dragon-slaying warriors.

However, they did not retreat at all. With red eyes, they jumped and slid continuously with agile movements, leaving dense wounds on Luo Shen's exposed flesh.

Bang!
Luo Shen knocked a person away and then bit him. Unexpectedly, the person leaped up and rushed into her mouth bravely even with a broken leg. He crushed her tongue in an instant, then stabbed at the location of her brain and released the "Word Spirit·Jun Yan".

The other two also took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. In the blink of an eye, they pierced Luo Shen's abdomen and cut a large bloody wound on her neck.

puff--

In less than two minutes, Luo Shen fell to the ground helplessly, with bruises all over her body and blood flowing.

The axe-wielding warrior chopped off her head cleanly and quickly, then buried his head in the thick artery and frantically sucked the hot dragon blood.

The three of them are the ancestors of Beowulf's family. The one holding the axe is the previous head of the family two hundred years ago, and the other two are his younger brothers. (End of this chapter)