Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 407: For Your Majesty (222)

Dragon Raja 5

He gazed at the pale, ashen face, wanting to reach out and touch it, to ask if it would wake up and tell him the truth. To ask if it truly cared about control of the body or the shared bond they shared? To ask if, while demanding a quarter of his life to help him avenge Herzog, it also felt a agonizing pain in its own heart? To ask if, if saving Giovanni required the sacrifice of one of them, it would be willing to shoot itself in the head…

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. Even now, he was still thinking about these trivial things. He was truly a prime example of someone who rambled on and on.

Just then, the alarm sounded throughout the final sanctuary. Lu Lincheng suddenly raised his head, a cold glint in his eyes.

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, and a person in protective clothing burst through the mercury vapor and ran to Lu Lincheng. “Secretary-General! We have detected a large number of spatial units near the safe harbor!”

“At this crucial moment, is it possible to determine the identity of the spatial unit?”

“The Cassel College Executive Office, judging from its scale, has mobilized all its branches across the Asian and European regions. This is likely just the first wave, with the second wave on the way. This may be the largest mobilization the college has ever undertaken.”

“The old fogies in the Senate have finally caught our scent,” Lu Lincheng mused.

“I’ve always thought that you and the college are not actually the same group of people,” Lu Mingfei said. “You may have some connections, but your styles are completely different.”

“Did you inherit this sensitivity from me, or from your mother?” Lu Lincheng sighed. “To the Secret Party Elders’ Council, aren’t we more annoying than the Dragon King?”

Why?

“An organization often hates traitors more than it hates its enemies.”

***

At Kassel College, in the Valhalla meeting hall, all the elders and the remaining professors of the college gathered together. Eva’s voice emanated from the speakers in various locations.

“As you can see, six hours ago, through private negotiations, we obtained permission to freely enter and exit the airspace in northern Russia. Just five minutes ago, our first batch of armed forces was airdropped into the wilderness of northern Siberia. The Russian government provided a tank company with snow-field experience as support for this military operation, including ten T-95 tanks.”

On the large screen, the blue arrow representing the elite squad of the Execution Department began to move immediately after the parachute landing, searching the area like a comb.

In the corner of the large screen, a global map shows multiple blue flight paths moving from all corners of the world toward a certain coordinate in northern Siberia.

As for the ever-rotating global projection, a flashing red light somewhere in northern Siberia has now stained half of the Arctic Ocean red. EVA usually only issues warnings in this way when a Dragon King-class target becomes active.

“Is that guy who advertised on the BBC playing a trick on us?” Mr. Turing was still a little uncertain. “To mobilize the whole world just for an ad, we’ve practically sent out an army.”

“No one would believe that was really an advertisement for some art exhibition in Helsinki! Hango’s people should have already left, and all sorts of forces around the world, big and small, will at least send an observer,” Beowulf said coldly. “We should have realized that at a time like this, only those Doomsday Faction guys would take in Lu Mingfei. Convey the Senate’s orders: set up fortifications immediately upon landing, and forbid anyone else from approaching that area. That’s a traitor to the Secret Party and the Secret Party’s assets; it should be the Secret Party’s responsibility to reclaim them!”

“Those guys are treated almost like the Dragon King,” Mr. Turing said.

“Who knows if the Dragon King is standing behind those guys?” Beowulf said hoarsely. “But there was nothing on that coordinate, only a snow-covered wasteland,” Mr. Turing said.

“They must have created a Nibelungen there, a giant Nibelungen, a possibility we had previously overlooked. We thought it was impossible for humans to create a Nibelungen,” Beowulf said. “But those guys are crazy. What is impossible for others may not be impossible for them.”

“But uninvited outsiders cannot enter Nibelungen, and the smoothbore gun of the T-95 tank cannot blast open the gates of Nibelungen,” Mr. Turing added.

“That’s true in terms of the rules, but there are still a few exceptions. Some high-level incantations have no lethality, but they can still open the door to the Nibelungen.”

“The key!” Mr. Turing suddenly realized. “It was never used again after the Three Gorges Dam incident. I had completely forgotten about that guy.”

“That guy is very weak. He’s basically lived in an incubator since birth. He’s currently the only member of the Secret Society who possesses that power, and we simply can’t afford to sacrifice him,” Beowulf said. “But he’s already started warming up.”

“Warm up?”

Eva immediately pulled up the video footage, which showed a group of nurses taking a baby boy out of a transparent incubator, washing him in hot water, and carefully applying moisturizer. The baby stared at the ceiling with eyes that were completely out of place for his age, occasionally glancing at the camera, while the nurses massaged his little arms and legs.

“He’s our best hound; his keen sense of smell will lead us to those hidden foxes,” Beowulf said slowly. “Doomsday Party!”

“The Doomsday Party has been gone for many years,” Mr. Vanderbilt said. “Is it really them?”

“They have a base in northern Siberia, and we’ve been looking for them,” Beowulf replied. “All the clues are converging: Lu Mingfei, the Doomsday Faction, and that Supreme Being who has been asleep for tens of thousands of years. Humanity is in grave danger, and it is our responsibility to stop them from converging at all costs!”

“My dear Beowulf, what exactly caused us to split back then?” Mr. Turing looked around. “I think many of you here, like me, don’t fully know the details of that largest split in the history of the Secret Society. The information about it is only available to a very small number of core elders. You are one of those core elders, and most of those who knew about it are already dead. Do you really want to take this secret to your grave?”

“The data about doomsday groups has also been completely deleted from my database,” Eva said. “I used to know about them, but I wasn’t allowed to remember them.”

“I’m sorry, gentlemen,” Beowulf remained silent for a long time, then shook his head again. “No one truly knows the truth of that incident. I’ve only read the case files, like reading a piece of history. History is always written by later generations, and the writer’s perspective determines how events are interpreted. I cannot reconstruct the truth. I can only say that after a certain event, some members of the Secret Society felt that the end of the world was imminent and humanity that was neither possible nor worthy of being saved. The world was destined to be destroyed, and a new era would emerge, but that era would be the era of dragons or high-ranking hybrids. Throughout history, humanity has merely been a despicable plunderer, usurping the rule of the dragons for tens of thousands of years. Those who believed this theory left the Secret Society; to them, ‘dragon slaying’ was merely a futile sacrifice.”

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