Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 136 No.80 Burial of Love for the Family Leader in Three Acts
"If you still don't remember after reading it three times, then you may really have Alzheimer's disease." The night watchman shrugged, "Come in and talk, Master."

Angkor nodded and looked at the man. For the first time, he saw the appearance of the so-called God of Alchemy from a human perspective. Before, he only thought about the fact that he was a pure-blooded dragon and wanted to fight him to the death. He didn't pay much attention to his appearance. thing.

As for why he could tell that he was a pure-blood dragon, it was because he had faced a similar existence on the night of mourning. That kind of terrifying aura exuded pressure all the time, and the entire space around him was affected.

Then after observing, he discovered that...the dress of this God of Alchemy was really weird.

"Leonardo..." he asked the night watchman in a low voice, "why is he dressed like that?"

"You ask me who I'm going to ask?" The night watchman rolled his eyes angrily, "To be honest, I was surprised when I first saw him. What is this kind of dress called in China... It seems that there is Call it a professional term."

"Kill Matt." Angers reminded.

"Yes! Just kill Matt."

"I wonder if the pure-blood dragons are not very smart..."

"I can hear you." The man flicked his hair, "I said, even if I have no ill intentions, you can't slander our dragon clan like this, right?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm just summarizing my past experience. After all, I have also seen the King of Bronze and Fire. My younger brother is not very smart, and my older brother is a senior..." Angers got stuck.

"Brother." This time it was the night watchman's turn to remind Angers, "I know this better than you."

Angers said nothing and looked at the man again. The colorful fluffy long hair and bangs covered one eye, which made people couldn't help but think of a famous joke on the Chinese Internet, "If you don't use your eyes, you can donate them to useful people." ".

He had a thick smoky make-up on his face, a lace-up jacket, tight jeans with a few holes on his lower body, and a lot of weird jewelry hanging on his chest, such as skulls and angels, nailed The cross of Jesus, the little silver wings...

"By the way, isn't this kind of clothing very popular in China?" Our respected God of Alchemy made a weird gesture that didn't make sense. "Last time I went out, I saw many young people on the street wearing this kind of clothing. In order to blend in, our Dragon Clan It’s about the environment, so I also dress up like this.”

"When was the last time you went out?" Angers asked.

"It seems to be 2000 years."

"Sure enough, Chinese young people ten years ago loved to play non-mainstream games." The night watchman was delighted.

"It is already 2010, and the suit you are wearing, whether it was ten years ago or now, is despised by people as 'Shamate'." Angers spread his hands.

"..." The man seemed a little embarrassed and scratched his colorful long hair that covered his eyes, "It doesn't matter, there aren't many occasions where I need to show my face anyway."

"Black tea?" Angers returned to the table and sat down.

"Okay." He nodded, "First of all, let me introduce myself. My full name is Watt Alheim, just call me Watt."

"Water Alheim?" Angers poured a full cup of black tea into the teacup in front of him, "It's exactly the same as the name of our college's equipment department."

"After all, they are all synonymous with casting." Watt picked up the tea cup and took a sip, his eyes lit up, "Good tea!"

"The tea has been drunk and the fight has been fought. So, Mr. Watt, let me get straight to the point." Angers stared into Watt's eyes, as if with a vague demonstration, "What is your purpose?"

"Purpose? I don't have any purpose." Watt responded tit-for-tat, "Didn't I say it before? I just came to help Cassel College tide over the difficulties."

"Xiao Lai should have told you that I made a contract with the first generation Flamel. When the dragon kings appear one after another and the gate of Nibelung is reopened, the final decisive battle is approaching."

"I will return to the human world and survive this disaster for you."

"Master, please don't call me Xiao Lai..." The night watchman covered his face silently, "It will make me lose face. After all, I am over 100 years old..."

"Those are not important." Angers ignored the night watchman's wailing, "I have always believed in one thing. Free pies will not fall from the sky. Whether it is a human or a dragon, I think they will follow this in principle."

"Your help is not free, right? Or maybe there is something you want in Cassel College, and you want to achieve that goal."

"Thinking too much, Mr. Angers." Watt said lightly, his eyes suddenly turned into a blazing golden color, and the breath of the pure-blood dragon rushed to his face, "If I want to take something from Kassel College, I will take it by force, and then I will take it by force. Or if I take it away secretly, do you think you can stop me?"

"It's just because the final battle is a world-destroying one. All living beings will not be spared. Helping mankind win this war is equivalent to helping myself."

Angers said nothing and thought quietly.

"Ange, your position has overshadowed your rationality." The night watchman said, "The Mayan prophecies indicate that the first four solar periods were destroyed by the four natural disasters of water, fire, earth, and wind. What will the fifth solar period be destroyed by? , you should know."

“In the Mayan almanac, there were developed civilizations in the first four solar periods, and they all ended in destruction. Macrattili was destroyed by floods, Ilkitel was destroyed by wind serpents, and Cuiavelo was destroyed by fire rain. , and Zondrilik was destroyed by the earthquake."

"Every catastrophe at that time had the legacy of the previous civilization, so there was a new solar era. But... there is no sixth solar era. When the fifth solar era passes, there will be nothing left, it is zero, it is emptiness, it is The destruction of all," replied Angers.

"You know you are still targeting me?" The night watchman slapped the table, "Where has Angers, who is usually so objective and calm, gone? Please, where is your overall view? Can you think about the problem from the perspective of all mankind, not from your perspective? Think about the narrow past of blood feud with dragons?"

"Okay, I am subjective." Angers sighed, "I don't want to be like this, but the scenes of the past are right in front of me, clearly visible, and I can't help but wear colored glasses."

"The awakening time of the four kings was before 2012. Something unprecedented in history is happening now. All the sleeping dragon kings, the great first-generation species, and the children of the Black King Nidhogg will wake up together." Watt's face was solemn.

"Yes, the dragon's prophecy is a prophecy of destruction and everything. Because in the dragon's world view, everything will be destroyed." The night watchman said, "Norse mythology is the myth most influenced by dragon culture."

"The ancient Germanic people in Scandinavia are different from any other ethnic group. What they describe in their myths is not the 'reincarnation' of Buddhism, nor the 'heaven' of Christianity, nor the 'liberation' of Chinese Taoism. What they describe is 'death'."

"The Twilight of the Gods is the day of destruction. Not even the gods can survive. Odin, the main god of the Asa clan, has known about this for a long time, so he built the 'Hall of Valor' and ordered the Valkyrie to destroy the souls of all brave warriors. Lead them all there.”

"They trained martial arts, drank wine, fought with each other, and came back to life day after day, preparing to fight against the incoming deadly enemies at the end of the world." "But even this cannot change the outcome. The ending of the gods is clearly recorded in the myths. , who will be killed by whom, Odin himself is no exception."

"The development of Nordic mythology is one-way. It will not start over and over again, and there will be no branch lines, let alone time travel. It is like the thread spun on the loom of the three goddesses of fate, going straight forward, all the way to...death!"

"This is the world view of the Dragon Clan. Each Dragon King has already predicted his own ending, but they still continue to cocoon and wake up, trying to resist."

"I'm just one of them trying to resist." Watt shrugged, "The dragon kings choose to resist in their own way. The process is usually full of blood, which is not the type I can accept."

"So I choose to stand on the side of mankind. As for the reason for doing this, I can't say. Everyone has their own thoughts. I don't deny this."

"But I promise that all help will be free, and I will not use the dragon clan's methods to secretly charge some invisible price."

"You are the boss, you have the final say." The night watchman unceremoniously went to get a bottle of bourbon from Angers' wine cabinet, opened it, and poured two sips into his mouth, "I'll wait for you to make a decision."

Angers supported his head with one hand and tapped the table with the other hand.

The principal's office was quiet, waiting for the old man to make his final decision.

"I understand." After a long silence, Angers finally said, "What kind of help can Mr. Watt provide to Cassel?"

"Including but not limited to equipment." Watt smiled, "There are also some alchemy techniques. As long as they are within the scope of hybrids, I will not hide them."

"After all, even if you don't understand alchemy, you know that they are all based on blood purity. Some alchemy techniques can only be used by pure-blood dragons, and they are not something you can learn if I want to teach you."

"Thank you for your generosity and selflessness, and about the equipment you mentioned? What level will it be?" Angers asked, "Forgive me for being offended, the secret party now has what is known as the most powerful alchemical weapon in the world, the King of Bronze and Fire "Bronze Purgatory·Seven Deadly Sins" created by Norton. "

"I'm more curious if it will be at that level."

"Oh, the seven deadly sins made by little Norton." Watt said casually, "That's just the strongest weapon he can make at his level. I can make something stronger than him."

"But this takes a long time. The dragon's alchemy is based on years, and what we lack most now is time. The predicted day is approaching step by step, and I am no longer allowed to do this."

"The only weapons I can provide are medium-strength weapons that can be perfectly mastered by hybrids and have no side effects." He said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "I also saw the equipment department of your school when I came here... To be honest , I won’t comment on the scientific research spirit, but the technology and the things produced are really..."

"I know." Ange helplessly held his forehead, "Those lunatics study unscientific things from a scientific perspective. Think about it, they won't make any achievements, but they are all stubborn people, and they hit the south." The wall also needs to be broken through the south wall to see what is on the other side, but it is useless to persuade."

"However, I have created something that is helpful for slaying dragons, so I will grant them a huge amount of funding every year and let them do whatever they want."

"I will teach them skills, and I believe they will be much higher than their current level," Watt said.

"As long as you can convince..." Ange thought of the virtues of the Equipment Department. Even if they pressed their heads, they would not admit that you were better than them. I am afraid that this god of alchemy will have to show some real skills.

"It's getting late. I'll take my leave first and go back to make preparations for this." Watt stood up, and a small silver box suddenly appeared in his hand. "A little care is not disrespectful."

"Just wish me a pleasant cooperation with your school in advance." He put the box on Angers' desk.

"I hope so." Angers stood up and shook hands with him.

"Tsk, tsk." The night watchman's eyes were shining, and his face was full of envy, jealousy, and hatred. "Ange, you ignorant old thing, the master's move of fetching objects from the void just now shows your skill."

"Alchemy is your business. I am only responsible for using your alchemy to slay the dragon." Angers didn't care how turbulent the night watchman was in his heart.

"I'll come back when I'm ready." Watt walked quickly and closed the door.

At this time, there were only two people left in the principal's office who were speechless. Angers glanced at the bourbon in the night watchman's hand and said, "I can't bear to drink that bottle of wine, so you just opened it like that?"

"Our relationship, do we still need to care about these things?" The night watchman took a sip as if to show off.

Angers did not sit down, but stood there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"A farmer named William was a famous villain when he was young. He killed people and robbed trains. Of course, some people said he was a grand thief. He married a good girl named Claudia and settled down..." he said suddenly.

"Okay, you don't need to introduce the plot to me." The night watchman burped, "I already know "Unforgiven" by heart."

"So what did you want to express when you mentioned this before?" Angers stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Kassel in the night.

"I mean, you are like that villain named William." said the night watchman. "When you were young, you were majestic and could be awesome with anyone, but you can't do that now, Ange. Just admit that you are old. Well, some things can no longer be accomplished with just your anger."

"I am indeed old, and I can hardly lift the knife." Ange sat down on the chair tiredly, "I only had a confrontation with this pure-blood dragon for a few minutes today, and I felt that all my strength was exhausted. It’s like taking time out.”

"But..." the night watchman changed the subject, "You are different from young people. When they are so scared that they wet their pants, you will not. Because you and I are the ones who survived that barbaric battlefield, We are demons who have seen blood.”

"An old guy who lives long enough will always see something about the world." Angers laughed at himself, "This is nothing."

"Forget it, I won't mince words with you, I'll just tell you the truth." The night watchman wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "I don't want you to let go of the past, understand? I just want you to live a less tiring life."

"That's easy to say." Ange smiled and did not respond to this topic. Instead, he stretched out his hand to the night watchman and said, "Give me a bite."

"You old man," the night watchman scolded with a smile, and handed the bottle over, "Be careful not to drink to death."

"No." Angre said directly to his mouth boldly, "I haven't sent all the dragon kings to hell yet, how can they die."

(End of this chapter)