Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 744: The story of the first generation of Lionheart Society continues

As Ange stepped off the plane, the top commander of the U.S. Navy saluted him.

After waking up, the old man felt nothing but fatigue and the time he had been incarcerated. He had even forgotten the injuries he had suffered.

Fortunately, bloodline can calm everything down. He has been looking forward to this day for a long, long time.

"We have already told them, they will give way." The highest commander of the US Navy placed a medal in Angers' hands.

With this medal, Angers can enter the former site of Gattuso's estate.

Since World War II, Angers has been involved in American politics and the military. Although he cannot control the country after so many years of accumulation, he can influence its direction and obtain corresponding privileges in certain special periods.

Ange took off his hat and saluted the commander.

"You are still as gentleman as before." The commander returned the greeting. "Teacher, I want to ask, in the story you told on the plane, what position does your old friend occupy in your heart? You still hate him, right?"

Ange looked in another direction, and the commander followed Ange's gaze. The sky was like an overturned inkstone, soaked in clouds three hours in advance.

There doesn't seem to be anything special worth seeing. Where can I go in this direction?

The commander turned around and saw Ange still standing there, looking out.

There is nostalgia in his eyes, the past is like a cloud of smoke, he is so lonely.

It’s as if I saw the river again, with the refreshing breeze by the river.

"I don't hate him, and I believe everything he says." Angers said to the wind.

Feng then told the commander.

"Then why don't you want to see him?" the commander was puzzled.

"He has his mission and I have my goal. We have met before, and if there is a chance, maybe we will meet again." Angers withdrew his gaze.

"Where?"

"Here." Ange pointed to his temple. "In my memory, that summer, I was still young and he was full of energy and vigor."

The commander watched Ange leave. Before he turned around, he was a lonely old man. After he turned around, his back suddenly stood tall and straight, like a determined soldier.

Angers always believed in Friedrich von Roon, despite the mistakes his old friend had made.

When Friedrich von Roon said that the problem in the secret party was Gattuso, Angers had already thought about what kind of plan to make.

Friedrich von Roon said that the person behind the scenes wanted to awaken the dragon kings, so Angers planned to take advantage of the situation.

Angers admitted that all his plans had failed, whether it was the Holy Spirit Plan or the arrangement against Gattuso.

I want to deal with the other first-generation species before eradicating the cancer, use them as tools first, and then get rid of them.

Just fail if you fail. You haven’t lost as long as you are alive.

When Friedrich von Roon snatched the chemical medicine, Angers suffered from insomnia for three days.

When Angers learned that Friedrich von Roon had personally injected the evolutionary drug, he was excited for another three days.

So he used Friedrich von Roon as another trump card, a trump card with abilities comparable to those of the first generation.

Next to the egg is the gift that Ange left for Friedrich von Roon, and behind the door is the pride of the first generation of Lionheart.

There was nothing in the world that he didn't know, he was Gilbert Jean Angers.

He was naturally aware of the difference in power, so he knew what choices to make to minimize the effort and maximize the benefits.

He endured humiliation and swallowed his anger for more than a hundred years, but was only able to kill Norton, Constantine, Fenrir, Leviathan, Behemoth, and the White King.

Only the last few are left to complete the goal.

If it cannot be completed, let someone else finish it.

The story of the original Lionheart Society continues, and the Lionheart Society will be passed down.

Angers was ready, leaving the trouble outside to Friedrich von Roon, and on the final battlefield, he would become the next Meinecke Kassel.

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Friedrich von Roon clutched his cell phone and walked step by step towards the depths of Cambridge University. The earthquake was still continuing, but this passage was strong enough to hold out for now.

The further you go in, the more you feel a sense of oppression.

Sometimes there are monster-like roars, lights flicker, and the magnetic field affects this place.

"Deadpool? No." Friedrich von Roon saw a pair of eyes in the darkness, shining with red gold, without a trace of clarity.

He was an old man with a gloomy look and a dead air all over him.

If Friedrich von Roon had not taken the evolutionary drug, he would probably look like this old man, infinitely close to death.

Looks like he's fallen, deadpool, hissing at Friedrich von Roon.

"A creature without intelligence." Friedrich von Roon passed by lightly and raised his hand to bring down a powerful force.

A slap broke Deadpool's bones.

More and more Deadpools rushed out from inside, with injuries on their bodies, some serious and some minor, and it seemed that they had participated in a very fierce battle.

Some of the faces seemed familiar to Friedrich von Roon, and he gradually remembered these people who were gradually disappearing from the hybrid's sight.

The remaining men of the four old families turned out to be them. Have these warriors become deadpools?

The reason is... Friedrich von Roon closed his eyes and listened. The sound came from the depths and became clearer and clearer.

The recitation of the dragon's words, the spirit of the words is... the emperor.

No wonder, relying on his bloodline, he can still resist for now.

Even if they can't resist, they can retreat. But why don't the warriors from the four old families retreat?

Is there any reason to fight to the death, Nidhogg or something else?

All Friedrich von Roon knew was that there was a Nidhogg egg here.

Going further forward, the space became larger and larger. Walking among the group of Deadpools, he responded calmly.

He picked up a long knife from the ground and swung it casually.

Death is the best destination for a warrior.

Still going deeper, in addition to the chanting of the 'Word Spirit·Emperor', there was also the unique laughter that dragons could make, full of disdain and ridicule.

The sound of gunfire and knives scraping across scales became clearer and clearer.

Friedrich von Roon finally saw clearly that a black dragon poked its head out from behind a huge door and breathed at the people in the underground square at the end.

A group of old, weak and sick people fought stubbornly to prevent the door from being completely broken open, and tried their best to kill the dragon here.

So that's how it is. We fought to the death in order to kill this dragon.

Friedrich von Roon did not sense the aura of a king from this dragon. If it was Nidhogg, he would not be qualified to look at it.

The dragon also noticed him, and as if feeling threatened, it stared at him intently, its contempt slowly turning into fear.

"Friedrich von Roon of the Lionheart Society, is here on the orders of Hilbert Jean Ange." The loud voice fell into the ears of the remaining people in the square.

They heard the voice and turned back at the same time.

"You are Angers' trump card. He left something for you. But it is behind the door, together with the egg. When the egg hatches, we must deal with the dragon first." St. George is the only surviving head of the family.

There is only one leader left among the family members stationed here.