Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 38 No.30 Homecoming in Seven Acts ([-])
Mai Shutoku clung to the wall, hiding in the gap between the Odin Hall and the Rhine Hall.

This is a twin building. There is only a gap less than twenty centimeters wide between the two almost identical buildings. It is usually almost impossible to fit an adult into it.But there were now a dozen people crammed in there, all of whom had been rigorously trained to tighten their ribs and make themselves thinner to fit in the gap.This is why they have not been discovered yet.There were flashlights flashing outside, but no one looked inside.

"Ma Yi, I see you looking so embarrassed again." A cold voice came from behind.

"What can I do about what the little boss has to do?" Mai Shutoku sighed, "After all, we all work for the unscrupulous boss."

"Should we act like last time?" The person at the end of the line who was not originally part of this team asked coldly.

"Slightly changed. We just need to hold back the students this time, prevent them from affecting the little boss, and reduce the casualties caused by Constantine and Norton's awakening." Mai talked to Zero across the eleven people,

"Okay, let's change this time. I'll be in charge of Caesar, and you can deal with Chu Zihang." Ling dropped these words and turned around to leave.

"It's okay, I don't want to face my ugly duckling sister, but Sanwu Niu'er still has such a personality." Mai sighed with emotion, and then said to the men behind her, "Follow her and follow her orders. "

"By the way, lend me your "Yanling Mingzhao". "Zero suddenly turned back and walked up to Mai and said.

"Come on." Mai Shutoku shrugged nonchalantly and suddenly stuffed something into Zero's pocket.

Zero didn't notice that her golden eyes lit up at this time, and she was staring at Mai Shutoku with all her attention. She opened and closed her mouth quickly and recited the dragon text. After a while, she made an OK gesture.

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Professor Schneider looked at his watch. A full hour had passed, and the intruder hidden in the darkness had never been discovered.It was impossible for them to escape from the campus, because after the state of emergency was triggered, all cameras began to work, and every entrance, exit, and even the walls were closely monitored.

"Where is Ye Sheng? Where is he?" He turned to Professor Manstein and asked.

"I don't know, maybe you are protecting the Odin Hall with Caesar and the others?"

"Aside from Ye Sheng, are there anyone among the students present who can use "Word Spirit Snake"? "

"According to the records, there are two other people who can... Also, I can do it myself. The "snake" may be able to find the location of the intruder, but under the "commandments" of the vice principal, no one can use the word spirit. "Professor Manstein pointed to his temple, "Our strength is forced to sleep. "

"Can you ask the "Night Watcher" to temporarily lift the "commandment"? "Professor Schneider suddenly asked.

"My dad?" Professor Manstein was stunned for a moment, "No, only Principal Angers can order him to lift his "discipline". Unless authorized by the principal, no one can do it. "

"But this is a special situation!" Professor Schneider punched the conference table in front of him, "Dragon invasion! This has never happened since the founding of Kassel!"

"It is true that I haven't received authorization from Principal Angers, but as long as the "Night Watch" can lift the "commandments", we will have hundreds of students who have liberated the spirit of speech as a viable force! "

"So, Manstein, please, please ask the "night watchman" to lift the "commandment" for just one night, okay? "Professor Schneider stared into his eyes.

Manstein was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and took out his cell phone, "Okay, but I can only try calling. If he doesn't agree, there's nothing I can do."

"As long as this plan can be proposed..." Professor Schneider said firmly, "I believe that the "Night Watch" will make its own judgment. "

There was a busy signal on the phone. After a long time, Professor Manstein put down the phone and shook his head, "I don't know who he was talking to on the phone. Maybe he just didn't want to answer the phone."

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In the attic under the church bell tower, the 1952 classic western film "Noon" was playing on the big screen. The lone hero and law enforcement officer Jerry Guber walked with a gun on the streets of a dusty western town.

"Hey, Ange, I heard that you are planning to dissect the Norton skeletal bottle today, right?"

He was wearing a plaid shirt, a rolled-brimmed cowboy hat on his head, and a pair of old-fashioned boots with bright spurs on his feet.

This old guy dressed in the old west was lying on the sofa with his feet raised high. There was a candle burning silently next to him. He took a few sips of the beer in his hand and answered the phone while staring at the screen.

"Did you know that the dragon invasion is also today?" the night watchman asked leisurely, "Is it a coincidence?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the anatomy is going on as planned. More than ten people can't make it big." Ange's voice came from the microphone, "Are you still watching "Noon"? You've watched it so many times. Don't you find it annoying?" Angers asked.

"I know an old guy like you won't like this kind of hot-blooded movie!" the old cowboy said.

"Compared to this, I prefer Al Pacino's "Scent of a Woman."" Angers said lightly.

"You coquettish old guy." The old cowboy laughed and cursed.

"Hey, old friend, let's lift the "commandment". Angers said suddenly.

The old cowboy suddenly sat up straight, his face gradually becoming serious, "Are you serious?"

"The dragon princes are about to wake up. Wouldn't it be a good thing for the young people to get some exercise and prepare themselves for the battle?"

"Yan Ling is the devil in the bottle. If you let it out easily, although you can gain strength, it may not be a good thing."

"As a person with dragon blood, you are using the power of the devil to fight against the devil, right? Night watchman, neither of us can keep this night. We need young people."

The old cowboy was silent for a long time, "I agree with you for now, take care of your students."

He turned off the TV and sat quietly on the sofa, with only a candlelight illuminating his old face.

After a few minutes he straightened up and blew out the candle.

As the candlelight went out, a "spirit" powerful enough to envelope the entire Kassel Academy collapsed.

Tens of meters deep underground in the library, on the monitoring screen of the central processing system, dozens, hundreds, to silver-blue beams of light slowly rose, which was the power spread from ancient times.The students were in a commotion, and their "spirits" that had been suppressed for a long time were revived.

Almost at the same moment, Mai Shutoku, who was hiding in the gap, jumped out. Amidst Long Wen's singing, her figure became darker and darker, until finally it was as dark as a ball of ink. "Yanling·Mingzhao"!
The moment she landed, her figure collapsed.It was as if he was originally an ink stain that was washed away from the paper by a splash of water.

She disappeared.

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Old Tang was climbing down the chimney of the library, which was not a problem for his supposedly strong skills.

He didn't know where the Odin Hall was, so he could only follow his intuition, hoping that his luck would be as good as usual this time.

"Give it some use," he thought.

He quickly judged the situation when the alarm sounded. It was basically impossible to approach the Odin Hall from the ground. Even if there were no students on the ground who were on alert, he might not be able to find the way.

He decided to go inside the building, where at least there would be more hiding places.

He got out of the fireplace and saw the books stacked on the two walls to the roof. They were all monographs wrapped in cowhide and with gilded titles, "Study on Dragon Mitochondria", "Preliminary Exploration of Dragon Base Pair Theory", "Dragon's Skeleton: Crawl" "The Mega Evolution of Class"...and on the table next to the fireplace is a large thick book "Dungeons and Dragons: Beginner's Guide".

"Hey, this school is obviously a place where crazy people gather, but there is DND, which is quite to my liking." Old Tang muttered, picking up the Dungeons and Dragons and reading it.

He is also a loyal player of the "Dungeons and Dragons" series. When he is not taking jobs, he acts as a GM in a Brooklyn cafe every weekend and plays board games with friends. Occasionally, when there are not enough people, he Playing as a goblin or something...

"It's a bit humiliating to be a goblin all the time." He thought so every time.

But a die-hard fantasy fan like him really didn't expect that there would be a group of people in this world who studied the "dragon" system as a real existence, and it seemed to be quite large.

"Oh yeah! Luck is still as good as ever!" Old Tang cheered.

At the door of this reading room, there was the thing he dreamed of, a public map, spread out on a wooden shelf.

There is also a sawed-barreled shotgun in a glass display case next to it, which seems to be still usable.

The library was quiet and no one was stationed there, probably because there was nothing important here, allowing a roadie like Old Tang to study the route in detail.

And this is actually a map of the entire campus. It seems that this college has no concept of confidentiality. The structure of the entire college is clearly presented, including the functions of each building and even the underground passages.

Old Tang admired how considerate these fantasy game lovers were.

"Wait...the underground passage..." Old Tang suddenly discovered something important.

An underground passage leads accurately from the library where he is to the area marked in red, which is the "Ice Cellar"!There is also a note next to it, "The official name is the "Alchemy Equipment and Important Specimen Collection Hall."

"Damn, this is so easy!" Old Tang was very excited. He really didn't know why there were so many rewards for such an easy task. This 500 million US dollars was definitely obtained.

But he couldn't understand that strange employer more and more. It seemed that this "ice cellar" was just an important exhibition hall, with as many as four or five underground passages leading to it.

"Anyone can figure out the location of that thing." Old Tang muttered, "No matter what, it's a bad job or a bad job. If you can get money, it's a good job."

In the joy of getting a large bounty, he took a Coke cup to the Coke machine next to him, pulled off the map page, folded it and stuffed it in his butt pocket, and then took out the saw pipe and scattered it from the glass exhibition hall. Shotgun, folded down the barrel and looked at it, no more, no less, there were just two shotguns filled in it.

"This is so cool, guns and flames, a man's romance!" Old Tang whistled proudly, he was really lucky tonight.

He stuffed the gun into his waistband and poked his head toward the underground passage.

The map clearly shows that to access the underground passage, you must pass through the "Central Host Control Room", and there is a person's name next to it, "Norma".

Old Tang was a little confused about what "Norma" meant. It seemed like when he was playing DND with his friends, a secret treasure maze appeared on the map, with the words "Dragon Treasure House: Black Dragon King" written on it, followed by the name It's obviously the boss hidden inside.

"Boom!" Old Tang made a gorgeous gesture of drawing a gun, simulating the sound of a gun, "No matter what kind of monster you are, if there is a boss, I will blast you with one shot!"

He became happier and happier, and the tension and doubts he felt at the beginning of this mission completely disappeared. He walked in the empty library hall, feeling as happy as I did when I was strolling in a courtyard.

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Group B firmly controls Odin Hall.

This group consisted of sophomores, a significant number of whom were invited by Caesar to attend the grand social dance in Amber Hall.So nearly half of the people in this group were wearing black evening dresses or white gauze palace dresses.

The girls put their hair up on top of their heads, exposing their smooth and white backs. Communication devices were hung on black belts around their waists. The headphone cables were inserted into their buns against their fair backs. They were holding 9mm caliber 30-round magazines in their hands. The Uzi submachine gun, the black bullet belt on the right shoulder is filled with spare magazines, the short gun belt under the long skirt is tied directly against the naked thigh, and at the foot is also wearing three-inch high heels inlaid with rhinestones.

"What a gorgeous goth beauty!" Karen, vice president of the student union, put on her glasses and looked out of the mosaic window, watching the white dress swaying in the wind.

Eight freshmen who have been trained in the "Battlefield Survival Class" control the front door, eight control the back door, four people on each side door, two people under each parquet floor-to-ceiling window, and six people in the second-floor passage, all equipped with Light and heavy weapons can quickly support each other when necessary.

"The "Battlefield Survival Class" can only be regarded as a physical education class. Why are second graders guarding such an important place as the Odin Hall?Isn't this an important strategic location leading to the three goddesses? "Another cadre, Kevin, complained.

"Don't worry, Professor Schneider's arrangement will not leave any loopholes. They are indeed second-year students, but they are guarded by Caesar." Karen was full of confidence and looked at the position in the center of the hall.

Caesar Gattuso, president of the Kassel Student Union, sat quietly.

He sat on the chair in the front row of the Odin Hall, with his legs crossed. He did not change into battle clothes, but was still wearing the elegant white formal suit. He raised his head comfortably and looked at the sculpture under the circular dome, which was covered in armor, The god Odin rides an eight-legged horse and holds a spear.

The black and gold hunting knife "Dictado" was unsheathed and lying quietly on Caesar's lap. The loaded Desert Eagle was placed on the seat next to it. The angel of death on the handle of the gun smiled silently.

Caesar looked completely unprepared for the possibility of someone infiltrating Odin's chamber.

(End of this chapter)