She then took out a small notebook and carefully wrote a sentence in it for Masashi Toyama to read.

"Teacher Masashi Toyama, please take good care of Totoro after it wakes up. Don't let anyone get close to it. Once Sakura and I have settled in, we will go see it soon."

The girl tilted her head and smiled, and walked into the dormitory first without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer.

"...Okay, very good."

Masashi Toyama wants to cry but has no tears.

After all, I didn’t escape, little red dragon, just wish yourself well.

In a certain glass bottle, a sleeping little red dragon sneezed hard.

The medical staff on the side hurriedly took care of him.

…

Principal's office.

"When Lu Mingfei was still an infant, I arranged for people to secretly monitor him in that small coastal town for eighteen years, so I know every bit of this child..."

Anger talked about Lu Mingfei's eighteen-year-old life from birth to various arrangements.

"In other words, this boy's strength was what you expected from the beginning?" the vice-principal raised his eyebrows.

"No, I know that Lu Mingfei's S-level bloodline is indeed very strong, but I didn't know that he would be that strong." Ange smiled bitterly, "At least I never thought that he could unilaterally crush the dragon-shaped Deadpool, especially in

When he was this age."

"Is it true that, as he said, his bloodline has undergone another awakening?" the vice-principal frowned.

"If this is really the case, then the history of mixed-race species will also have to be rewritten. The bloodline is determined from the moment of birth. How can it be possible for it to awaken and increase its strength, unless it is through extreme means such as bloodshed?

But do you think that kid was in a violent state when facing the dragon-shaped Deadpool?"

"He was very calm, terrifyingly calm," the vice-principal recalled with lingering fear.

"So something must have happened to him beyond our expectations," Angers reasoned.

"If this is really the case, then maybe there is another possibility." The vice-principal looked at Angers and said word by word: "Nibelungen."

"Go on, old friend, I know you are an expert in this field." Angers narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew that his old friend had extremely high attainments in alchemy, otherwise it would be impossible to master the alchemical matrix in the ice cellar.

When he mentioned his professional field, the vice principal's expression became solemn.

"The Nibelungen can be understood as a realm in a sense, where time is almost eternal, and is also known as the country of the dead, but this may be just a legend.

If it really exists, it is closed in that realm, and it is rumored that the last witch who went there was also burned on a cross in the Middle Ages, but it is undeniable that the Nibelungen is a holy place for all alchemists, just like

It is the Jerusalem in the hearts of believers. Although it is called the kingdom of the dead, it is not hell because there are countless secret treasures in it."

"Secret treasure?" Ange raised his eyebrows.

The vice-principal nodded, "Actually, the essence of alchemy is to kill matter and then regenerate it. In this process, the impurities contained in the matter will be purified, so that the matter itself acquires new properties, but if you want to kill

Material does not mean directly wiping the other person's neck or stabbing him with material.

Instead, you need to master the temperature of the flame and those mysterious formulas. Only when the two work together until perfection can you finally kill the metal, create a substance with new properties, and complete rebirth."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sure enough, the prerequisite for life is death." Angers said with emotion.

The vice-principal continued: "Yes, the matter after death is the best material for alchemy. Just like killing silver, we can refine bright gold. Only by killing steel, can we refine swords to defeat the enemy.

In the Nibelungen, the land of the dead, it can be said that the place is covered with dead substances, and any piece picked up at random is an excellent material for alchemy.

There was once an alchemist who was lucky enough to enter that magical country, where there was never day or night, and the sky was filled with half-dark and half-bright light. It was like looking up at the sea surface from the deep sea, and the earth and mountain peaks there were all bronze.

, they are made of dead earth and metal, and the flames are even ice blue, because they are made of dead fire elements. Water is dead, so nothing can float on the water.

There are even cities built with dead lives, where the fifth element "spirit" is enriched and can refine a large amount of philosopher's stones. It is a holy land for all alchemists, and one would rather die than go there.

place."

The vice principal's tone was full of yearning.

Nibelung is the holy place in every alchemist's heart, just like a pilgrim facing the eternal kingdom of God.

Angers seemed to be touched, and after a while he said: "In Wagner's opera "The Ring of the Nibelungs", it was mentioned that the dwarfs stole the gold in that country and then used it to cast a powerful

A magic ring that can be used to rule the world, which is very similar to what the alchemists described."

"These all come from Nordic mythology. It is said that the black dragon Nidhogg is guarding the branches of the World Tree leading to the Kingdom of the Dead. He is the gatekeeper of that entrance. When the dusk of the gods comes, the sea is opened layer by layer, and a ship is opened.

A large ship made of dead people's nails sails in the sea, with countless undead standing on the ship's board. This is the war launched by the country of the dead against the world of the living."

Speaking of this, the vice-principal's expression was full of self-mockery, "I spent most of my life chasing the legend of the Nibelungs, from the North Pole to Antarctica. During those long years, I almost traveled all over the world.

But we still haven’t found that legendary mysterious country.”

"Maybe it's really just a legend?" Angers said.

"No!"

The vice-principal categorically denied in a deep voice, as if he was speaking to Angers, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

"The Nibelungs must exist. I haven't found them, but that doesn't mean they don't exist!

Angers, I don't know if you have discovered a special phenomenon, that is, no matter how many relics we have found about the dragon tribe, we have not found the relics of the dragon tribe, especially the relics of the Black King Nidhogg. You need to know the other party.

But once he ruled the ancient world in the name of God, how could such a majestic being not have his own palace and residence? Even the pharaohs in Egypt had their own pile of pyramids."

Ange looked startled, "Old friend, you asked this question very well. Not to mention that the Black King Nidhogg's residence has not been found, not even the four dragon kings have been found. Even though we have spared no effort to search for these years, we can't find it."

There hasn’t been much progress.”

"Yes, it's strange, isn't it? What a brilliant and vast civilization it was. The dragons once enslaved the world and built magnificent cities everywhere. Ancient books also mentioned that the King of Bronze and Fire once built a towering mountain in the Arctic ice sheet.

The Bronze Hall even has a copper pillar that towers into the sky. The Black King crucified the rebel White King on it. The bronze pillar also records the history of the Black King's conquests. He once ordered the construction of a huge bridge across the ocean.

Shinto.

According to calculations from ancient books, the Shinto is four hundred meters wide, which is wider than any road in the world today. What a majestic project it is. But with the fall of the Black King, those great and even miraculous things

Completely disappeared, just like Atlantis sinking into the depths of the ocean overnight."

"Are you talking about the sudden fall of dragon civilization?" Angers said.

After all, there are many legends about countries that suddenly disappeared in the world.

The vice-principal nodded, "It is very possible that if the ancient ancestors had recorded those civilizations that suddenly disappeared, then they must have been deeply shocked by that civilization. Today's technology has become very advanced, and they want to find a certain civilization.

I dare not say that we can really find this ruins, but at least we will find some clues, but there are no clues about the dragon civilization."

"Maybe that civilization is not in the same dimension as ours, or is it a parallel space?"

"There is indeed such an inference."

"Good guy, I just said it casually and you took it seriously, but if it is really a parallel space, then why have alchemists entered it before? Did they travel through time?" Angers complained.

"Because all those alchemists died in it." The vice-principal looked solemn.

"Death in?"

"Yes, the Kingdom of the Dead can be said to be the domain of occultism. The so-called theory of relativity cannot be used to explain its rationality. Legends about it not only appear in Nordic mythology, but there is also a saying that human beings

After death, some consciousness will remain, which can be understood as the soul body. Before dissipating, it can wander around and enter that realm, which is the country of the dead."

"I understand, that must be the underworld, the place managed by the Lord of Hell."

Angers exclaimed, looking astonished at discovering a new world.

puff!

The vice-principal couldn't hold back and spurted out a mouthful of lafit.
Chapter completed!