Rumble!

Pale white branch-like lightning shot down from the dark night and poured into the hall along the cracks in the Hall of Valor.

It illuminated everything here in an instant, and also illuminated the faces that were either solemn or horrified.

At this moment, the school directors were all staring at the opened stone box in the center of the table.

There were two glass test tubes lying inside.

One test tube is long and one is short, but there is iron-gray liquid flowing inside. They slowly squirm along the inner wall of the glass, looking like some kind of liquid life.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would definitely feel extremely horrified.

Because this kind of liquid life is unheard of, and it exudes a strange smell. They squirm like some kind of leech variant, and they can inadvertently get into people's bodies at any time.

And no one knows what terrible changes it will cause once it penetrates the body. It may turn into some kind of monster that emits mucus, or it may be instantly sucked into a withered mummy.

But no matter what kind of change it is, it is always a fear of the unknown.

But at this moment, the fear deep in the eyes of these school directors is more of awe.

Even though they had almost never seen such a thing, they recognized it in an instant.

Dragon blood!

To be precise, it’s the blood of the Dragon King!

Their own trembling bloodline screamed and roared in fear.

In front of them, the blood flowing in the two glass test tubes must be royal blood, because only this kind of blood can give them a deep sense of surrender.

It even activated the blood in their bodies in an instant and inspired the golden boy.

Under the golden boy's gaze, the school directors could not help but enter into the deepest spiritual vision.

The majestic bells of ancient times resounded, like thunder from the sky, ringing in their ears, shaking their ears.

They raised their heads and were shocked to see a pair of dragon kings sitting on the throne at the end of the towering bronze hall.

There are long stairs in the middle.

The long steps are unreachable step by step until the end of the horizon.

Below are countless dragons who are kneeling and worshiping devoutly. The worst of these dragons are the third generation. They are lying on the ground, trembling and shouting fanatically.

Among the school directors, Frost, who had the lowest bloodline, and the middle-aged school director who was holding a prayer bead, all knelt down at this moment and kept shouting "long live my king."

On the throne, the twin dragon kings cast cold gazes.

Bang bang bang.

There was a cracking sound in the Hall of Heroes.

The long oak table fell apart in an instant.

A strong impact swept through, and the school directors in front of the table all retreated in embarrassment, and several school directors fell directly to the ground.

Only Beowulf was slightly better, but he was also forcibly blasted several meters away. You can see the shock in his old eyes.

Fortunately, this dragon king's aura came and went quickly, like a violent wind, which relatively calmed down a lot after it swept through.

Everyone was in shock.

"I'm sorry everyone, I just focused on letting you see this thing clearly, but I ignored the impact contained in it."

Angers walked out from behind the ruined statue of Odin, looking ashamed.

The moment he opened the stone box, he evacuated immediately.

However, although he did not alert other school directors, Ange quickly came to Lisa at that moment, put his arm around the girl's slender waist, and helped her avoid the impact.

His gentlemanly demeanor is evident.

It is worth mentioning that before Lisa could react to what happened, Angers hugged her first, and Lisa threw herself into the old man's arms almost without thinking.

"Lisa, are you okay?" Angers asked with concern.

"Lisa is fine, thanks to the principal's help." The girl smiled gratefully.

"I'm sorry for frightening Lisa. It was my fault."

Ange put his hands down from the girl's slender waist.

"I don't blame you."

Lisa hummed in her heart. Although she didn't say it, she clearly felt a sense of loss in her heart.

"Ange, you bastard, you did it on purpose!"

Frost jumped out of the ruins with a disgraced face, pointed at Angers' nose and cursed.

At this moment, he was in tatters all over his body, and his expensive and elegant suit was torn to pieces. At first glance, he thought he was a beggar who had jumped out of nowhere. His skin was bruised and bleeding all over his body.

However, in comparison, the injury on his forehead was more conspicuous.

The protruding red light glowed on the protruding horn.

That was just when the Dragon King's aura was revealed, Frost broke through the defense in an instant, knelt on the ground on the spot, and frantically grabbed Dier with his head, with a fanatical expression.

No one in the audience shouted louder than him, "Long live my king."

"I'm sorry, Master Frost. It was my dereliction of duty that caused you this injury. Why don't you go back and rest? There may be other shocks next." Angers said calmly.

There was no trace of guilt in that expression, it looked more like he was giving an eviction order.

"Bah! You have a beautiful idea. Even if I, Frost, die here today, I can't leave. Angers, I've seen through your little tricks a long time ago. I tell you, it's useless! No matter what today, I

I won’t let your wish come true!”

Frost said viciously.

The owners of the surrounding houses frowned greatly.

I thought that Frost was usually quite a shrewd person, otherwise it would be impossible for the Gattuso family to hand over such a large property to the other party, but the performance of the acting head of the family today was really unsatisfactory and looked more like a circus.

The clown that popped out was so funny.

However, the school directors also have a little understanding. After all, they are facing this guy Angers.

Although Frost looks very embarrassed, they are relatively calm. The fundamental reason is that they have not shown any intention to directly target Angers, so this guy has not taken action against them yet. However, Frost has come from the very beginning.

The college kept confronting Ange, but in the end, it didn't take advantage even once.

"Oh? Would you rather die here? Master Frost, please be careful. If you really want to die here, I will be in a bit of trouble." Angers looked at Frost with a faint look.

The latter's face twitched unnaturally, but he was still very strong, "I, Frost, keep my word. This is my battlefield. If I want to take a step back, I just...

Damn it, what’s the sound?!”

Frost took a step back suddenly and looked around anxiously.

Other family heads are also facing a powerful enemy.

All you could hear was a quick, hoarse whisper from the dilapidated hall, as if someone was whispering in your ear while you were sleeping. The voice was obscure and incomprehensible, but it also had a chilling chill to it.

Coupled with the surrounding dilapidated environment and the frightened faces of the gods on the murals, it immediately gave people a very strange feeling. The squirming liquid in the glass test tube seemed to be about to jump out and splash on the person's face at any time.

Swish——

Beowulf's cold eyes suddenly glanced at the middle-aged man beside him who was rolling his beads. The latter was reciting the Diamond Sutra wildly with his head lowered and his eyes closed, using the dialect of a certain Eastern region.

Perhaps sensing Beowulf's gaze, the middle-aged man quietly opened one eye. On the spot, he saw Beowulf's cold face and icy eyes staring at him. The middle-aged man

He immediately laughed a few times and closed his mouth honestly.

In an instant, the muffled murmurs of whispers around him disappeared.

Other school directors: “I%￥#@!”

"Is this the blood of the Dragon King..."

Beowulf's old eyes stared closely at the two glass test tubes in the stone box. If you look carefully, there is a fiery madness surging in those eyes.

Dragon's blood has always been something that can make the Beowulf family crazy, just like an alcoholic facing the temptation of fine wine, and an addict facing the temptation of taking drugs.

However, over the years, the whereabouts of pure-blood dragons have become more secretive, and it is generally difficult to find them. Only when you are lucky can you catch a third-generation species by chance.

In comparison, how can the blood of a pure-blood dragon compare to that of the Dragon King?

Although the poison contained in the dragon king's blood is more terrifying, the Beowulf family has always been greedy for the taste.

Rather than saying that this family is slaying dragons for the human world, it is better to say that it is for its own greed and desire to conquer.

What a wonderful thing it would be for the Beowulf family if they could drink dragon's blood freely.

"Yes, these are the blood samples that the school medical department took from the twins when they were unconscious." Angers said bluntly.

He did not quibble or explain too much, but directly told the fact that Old Tang and Constantine were Dragon Kings.

"It seems that we have indeed captured two dragon kings." Beowulf said solemnly.

However, those eyes were always fixed on the two tubes of dragon's blood in the stone box.

The usually calm old man exuded an aura of madness, giving people the illusion that the other party would pounce on him at any time and drink these two tubes of dragon's blood as if they were whiskey or Erguotou.
To be continued...