Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 99 Trial, ruling? (Two in one, please subscribe)

The sun illuminates this noble dragon head. They are so proud and powerful in human legends.

But at this time, among the crowd below, whether they were students in dark green school uniforms or heavily armed men in black, there was only silent shock in their eyes.

It was as if a wooden stick had been inserted into their minds, causing them to go completely blank.

An extremely terrifying scar was cut along the dragon's head and neck, and the bluish-white dragon scales melted and shattered, revealing the blood-red brain cavity and dark golden skull inside.

The eyes were like lanterns, and when everyone below looked at the dark golden dragon eyes, they would feel a violent and ferocious bloody wind blowing towards their faces.

The longer he looked at it, the more the bloody smell made his scalp numb, and the blood all over his body seemed to be heated and boiling.

That is Longwei, a bloodline suppression belonging to the pure-blood dragon clan.

As the dragon's head continued to descend, everyone standing below Kassel College, whether they were students, school workers, or those experienced men in black from the executive department, could not help but hear a sound deep in their minds at this moment. A shrill roar.

The bulging veins on their foreheads seemed to be in great pain.

The closer the dragon's head is to the ground, the stronger this desperate suffocation feeling becomes.

Even though he died, he still carried the majesty and terror that spanned the ages.

It is unimaginable that such a creature could be killed by someone. What kind of existence can make this great dragon show desperate fear in its eyes before it dies?
Everyone suppressed the fear in their hearts and looked at the young man sitting on the dragon's head involuntarily.

I saw him sitting cross-legged between two dragon horns, his closed eyes showing calmness, and his slightly fair face shining brightly under the sunlight.

The black trench coat seemed to be framed with gold, and the whole figure was sitting on top of the ferocious dragon head, so high-spirited. It's like a triumphant king!
Long Kui is the first S-level student of Kassel Academy in more than ten years.

Everyone below is familiar with this young man.

After all, the day of freedom has not passed long ago, and the tragic situation of the elite backbones of the Lionheart Club and the Student Union is still vivid in our minds.

At this time, the only S-class was sitting on the dragon's head, as if the overwhelming dragon power had no impact on him.

Seeing this scene, a thrilling thought came to everyone's mind.

This dragon...couldn't it have been killed by this "S-class"?

The crowd of students couldn't help but feel a little commotion, this was exactly what they dreamed of!
The men in black from the executive department did not scold the students, and they were also not at peace in their hearts.

Because they know better than anyone else the real cause of death of this giant dragon...

The members of the execution department will never forget the bloody and violent photo on the big screen in the central control room.

The young man stood calmly on the broken earth, with a relaxed and carefree look in his eyes, and behind him, a huge green and white black figure fell powerlessly into a pool of boiling blood!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Long Kui, with envy, admiration, and... endless respect.

In the mixed race world, blood and strength are respected.

At this time, the students of Kassel College looked at Long Kui, who was sitting cross-legged on the dragon's head, still motionless in the face of the monstrous dragon's power, and couldn't help but sigh in physical and mental submission:
"As expected of an S-class master, he still remains calm in the face of such dragon power."

"Suppressing the head of the evil dragon alone, but his body does not waver at all. He is really... powerful!"

But as everyone knows, the reason why the great god in their eyes is not moving at this time is not because he has the aura of not changing his expression even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him, but simply because...

He wanted to vomit.

Sitting on a plane for several hours was a nightmare for a powerful dragon slayer like Long Kui!
At this time, his "shining" face was pale and bloodless, his mind was blank, his ears were buzzing, and his abdomen was turbulent.

The reason why Long Kui closed his eyes tightly was not because he closed his eyes to meditate as the students in Kassel below imagined, but simply opened them and he would see the world spinning around...

"boom!"

The huge blue-white dragon head finally fell to the ground, and the terrifying pressure swept around in waves in an instant. All the mixed-race species that were affected knelt down involuntarily!

"thump!"

"thump!"

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For a moment, there were sounds of knees hitting the ground one after another. Even those experienced execution department specialists were bending down and gritting their teeth to hold on.

Just when the entire Kassel Academy was about to be "annihilated," Long Kui, who was sitting above him, finally overcame the nauseating dizziness in his heart and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a golden field spread out in the shape of a ring.

In an instant, all the people who had been arbitrarily suppressed by Long Wei suddenly felt like a spring breeze, the terrifying pressure on their shoulders suddenly dissipated, and their whole bodies became relaxed!
"Huh..." The students wiped the sweat from their foreheads and stood up from the ground with fear on their faces, while the commissioners of the execution department hurriedly ran towards the dragon's head, and instantly It encloses a circle.

"The dragon head can't be put in the box, so you may need to spend some time transporting it." Long Kui, whose face gradually improved, slowly walked off the green and white dragon head.

Why don't you jump? Don't ask, just ask because your legs are still weak...

Cassell sent a total of thirteen helicopters to Japan, and there were also thirteen special iron boxes for handling dragon corpses.

But in the end, only twelve were used. In the final analysis, the iron box could not withstand the pressure of the faucet and exploded...

Therefore, the final transportation plan was for Long Kui to personally sit on the head of the "streaking" dragon and use his power to suppress the opponent's dragon power, so that the thirteenth transport plane could safely keep up with the large force.

As for the price... it was Long Kui, the dragon-slayer wizard, facing his natural enemy's vehicle. If he hadn't forced himself not to sleep for two nights before and fell asleep right after getting on the plane, how could he still be standing on the ground now.

"Thank you for your hard work." Feng Schneider, the head of the execution department, glanced at the huge dragon head lying on the ground and nodded involuntarily. Then he turned his attention to Long Kui and spit out a hoarse voice from his broken throat:
"You should have a good rest when you come back this time. I will hand over the tasks to the school board for you."

"Um... I haven't completed the task, can I still hand it in?" Long Kui scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Okay." Minister Schneider nodded slightly and said slowly:
"What you gained from going to Japan this time has long exceeded the rewards of this mission. Those people on the school board only care about interests, regardless of right or wrong."

After hearing this, Long Kui couldn't help but raise his eyes slightly:

"Sounds like a very qualified group of 'vampires'."

"Capitalists are more ruthless than vampires." Schneider waved his hand and signaled the executive department specialists beside him to start working.

"Bala..."

Then there was the sound of chainsaws, and a man in black held a special tool from the Equipment Department in his hand, and kept drawing lines and dividing something on the dragon's head.

"That's true." Long Kui ignored the enthusiastic crowd around him and walked slowly behind Schneider.

"Can your body still hold on? If you feel tired, you can go back and rest for two days." Schneider said calmly as he walked forward.

"No, let's finish talking about anything together. I don't like procrastination." Long Kui walked side by side with the other person and responded calmly. "Okay, then let's go to the executive department minister's office to discuss it in detail."

After leaving these words, the two figures, one old and one young, gradually disappeared into the crowd.

Only a group of executive department specialists who were working enthusiastically were left alone, as well as a group of students waiting outside to see the dragon corpse.

The Night Watch forum has been overwhelmed by the crazy influx of traffic.

Today is destined to be an extraordinary day.

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Office of the Minister of Enforcement.

Long Kui sat quietly on the sofa, looking around the room as if nothing had happened. On the coffee table in front of him was a cup of tea brewed by the head of the execution department himself.

In this college, no one would like to drink Professor von Schneider's tea, whether they are students or teachers.

After all, in the eyes of the teachers and students of Kassel College, the Executive Department is a violent organization.

You can't expect this violent establishment to invite you in to discuss which gun is easier to maintain, they'll just put you on the chopping block to tell you which gun has the largest caliber.

A glass of water was placed in a transparent plastic cup quietly on the desk in front of him.

The water surface without a trace of ripples reflected a man who seemed to have entered the last candle of his life.

Minister Feng Schneider's silver-gray eyes hidden under the black iron mask were looking at Long Kui in front of him without any warmth.

Long Kui gently picked up the black tea on the coffee table, blew lightly on the tea surface, and then drank it slowly.

There is no nervousness at all like when other students came here before.

"Originally, you should be receiving psychological counseling from Professor Toyama Masashi." Schneider spoke, his voice still hoarse as usual.

"I think I'm mentally healthy and don't need psychological counseling at all." Long Kui put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Professor Schneider, and shrugged.

"I think so." Schneider nodded, and he could not deny the words of the young man in front of him.

"Professor, you are not one to beat around the bush, let's get straight to the point." Long Kui leaned back on the soft sofa behind him and said with a calm smile:

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Schneider was silent for a while. After a while, he took out a photo from the drawer and slid it in front of Long Kui.

He never foreshadows anything. Professor Schneider always speaks with facts.

It was a photo of a young man slaying a dragon. Long Kui, who was all dressed in rags, had one foot on the huge blue and white dragon's forehead, and the golden magic circle around him was flying messily!

Long Kui picked up the photo and after taking a look, his clear "tsk tsk" sound sounded in the quiet office.

"It's a good photo, but I'm just curious. Are there paparazzi in a place where birds don't poop?"

He threw the photo in his hand back on the coffee table, and then took a sip of the black tea in his hand.

"Norma has the 'key' to all the satellites launched by the United States." Schneider said calmly.

"So, what do you want to explain with this photo?" Long Kui lightly overlapped the fingers of his hands, leaned on the soft sofa, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Professor Schneider in front of him.

"Is your spirit of speech a royal power?" Schneider stared at Long Kui.

"That's right." Long Kui did not deny it.

Although he didn't take a few classes at Kassel College, he worked hard to learn the most basic linguistics and dragon genealogy.

There is no way, who makes Long Kui urgently need to find a Fire Dragon King now?
He naturally knows what kind of talker Wang Quan is.

"Manstein is really getting better and better. There is someone in the college who possesses the Dangerous Word Spirit No. 91, but he doesn't report it to the executive department."

Professor Schneider's tone was a little cold.

"Remaining?" Long Kui raised his eyes slightly.

"Any word spirit whose serial number exceeds 88 is a dangerous word spirit. The hybrids with these word spirits will all have unstable bloodlines and need to be monitored and controlled by the Executive Department."

Schneider looked at Long Kui coldly, with a slight chill exuding on the dark iron surface.

"You should be lucky that your file was not sent to King Solomon, otherwise the person next to you now would not be a file rack, but a judge who came to judge your bloodline."

Listening to these hoarse words, Long Kui lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ho..." After a moment, his body trembled slightly and he let out a sneer.

Then Long Kui slowly raised his head and looked at Professor Schneider in front of him. A trace of disdain flashed in his brown pupils and he spoke softly:

"Are you wrong? Professor, trial, ruling? Just..."

"you?"

As the last word "we" fell, molten red gold pupils suddenly appeared from Long Kui's eyes. In an instant, a pressure heavier than that of the previous dragon head exploded!
"Wow!"

Almost instantly, all the facilities in the entire executive office, whether made of wood or steel, were crushed to pieces in just one second!

"boom--"

The originally neatly decorated and solemn office of the executive department was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

The sky was full of sawdust, accompanied by smoke-like dust, constantly circulating in the air.

Standing on the ruins, Long Kui looked down at Professor Feng Schneider, who was still calm in his wheelchair. His red gold eyes exuded indifference, and he slowly spoke without any emotion:
"Professor, do you still think someone can judge me now? The person who needs to be lucky is not me, but those who think they are at the top of the world and can control the fate of others without emotion."

"They better pray..."

"Never be my enemy!"

(End of this chapter)