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Caesar and Chu Zihang took the photos. Chu Zihang looked at the outlines of these photos taken from high altitude, which included airflow and meteorological maps as well as geographical change maps.
Chu Zihang, a Chinese science student, recognized the information above and calmly analyzed, "This is a map of rainfall distribution in Sichuan, and that one is..."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Angers: "Headmaster, is this where we are going to carry out our mission?"
Come to think of it, Chu Zihang had rarely seen anyone selected to carry out missions in China since joining the Executive Department, but then he thought that the Kassel College China branch was located in Hong Kong, so it made sense.
I never expected that I would have to go back to my hometown again before I even had a chance to return.
On the other side, before Angers could speak, Fingel appeared to be earnestly advising him.
"Junior Brother Chu, don't even think about going home for a vacation. Look at these photos of mine. Do you know what they symbolize? Once we go inside, it's just sending us to our deaths, the most worthless kind of cannon fodder."
According to your Chinese way of speaking, we could now find a horsehide, wrap everyone's corpses in it, and ride back on the academy's plane.
No, we might not be so lucky...
Chu Zihang interrupted Fingel, “I know what this means,” he said, his expression somewhat dazed, recalling Odin who had taken his father’s life.
"Elemental turbulence, altar sealed."
Chu Zihang replied coldly.
Fingel was startled and cautiously asked, "Junior Brother Chu, do you know the meaning of these words?"
Chu Zihang wasn't angry. He said softly, "The altar where the Dragon King was born was used to seal off the area around him. I just didn't expect it to be such a large area..."
As he spoke, Chu Zihang hesitated, as if he was unsure. However, when he thought of the status of the name "Odin" in Norse mythology, he was surprised that this god did not appear in Norse mythology but in China.
He wondered to himself: Could an altar covering an entire province be Odin's?
Fingel was somewhat deflated, his eyes widening as he looked at Chu Zihang as if he were a madman. "Knowing this, you still went? Junior Brother Chu, do you know what this means?"
Chu Zihang pursed his lips and looked at Angers, wanting to persuade him not to let Fingel go.
Unexpectedly, Caesar burst into laughter. He looked at Angers and asked, "Headmaster, when do we depart?"
This made Chu Zihang swallow the words he was about to say.
Angers checked the time and said, "After afternoon tea, you will depart on my private plane. The altar will be completely sealed off in about twelve hours. At that time, the higher the bloodline of the hybrid, the more difficult it will be to enter. The entire altar will be sealed off for about a month."
“Wait a minute,” Fingel looked at the old man suspiciously, “It concerns the Dragon King, aren’t you going, Headmaster?”
Angers shrugged helplessly. "There's nothing I can do. The authorities have recently banned me from traveling to China, saying that weapons of mass destruction are not allowed to enter the country."
Caesar then asked, "Did the Academy send anyone else?"
"There is also an executive team that was originally stationed in China."
Angers looked at Caesar and said meaningfully:
"Class is 'S'."
Chapter 181 Invitation to the Auction
"My bride, come from Lebanon!"
When Wang Anzhi opened his eyes, he saw that at dawn, the east was entirely rose-colored, while the rest of the sky was like a blue sea.
Soon the sun's face appeared, its light softened by the morning mist, like a veil, allowing his eyes to gaze upon it.
"Yes! Yes! She was still wearing a white veil... Your mind was shaken and terrified at the sight of her."
Xia Mi sighed and pulled the curtains back closed, dimming the sunlight. She gently touched her forehead and looked at Wang Anzhi as if he were a troubled child.
Despite being the Dragon King, whose Blood Sorrow is unparalleled throughout history, she unexpectedly falls short in matters of mental illness.
She casually flipped through the bookshelf beside her and, sure enough, found the book she was thinking of. She then tossed the book at Wang Anzhi, her face full of helplessness.
"Senior brother, in Dante's Divine Comedy, Beatrice descends upon Purgatory as a 'messenger of God.' Do you think I am that messenger of God?"
“You’re more than just God’s messenger, junior sister, you’re practically God himself. As everyone knows, God is a girl.”
Wang Anzhi casually took the book, put it aside without looking at it closely, rubbed his slightly swollen head, and sighed slightly.
It seems that his brain was working at an incredibly high speed when he was imitating, otherwise he wouldn't have woken up to find himself even more tired, as if he had stayed up half the night.
Xia Mi rolled her eyes, drew an "X" on her chest, and said, "No thanks, I can't help but want to be that old man." Seeing that Wang Anzhi seemed to have adjusted to the bright light, she reopened the curtains and opened the window, her voice low and somber.
"Senior brother, you slept soundly last night, but you never expected that something big would happen last night."
She scrutinized Wang Anzhi, her gaze shifting repeatedly as she watched the golden hue in the depths of his pupils being concealed.
This symbolizes embarking on the "path to godhood".
The ancient "Path to Godhood" does not refer to any specific symbol; it is the ancient road to the underworld and the path to godhood.
Miracles are achieved through death, and lives are paid for them.
This is the concrete manifestation of the "path to godhood".
To meet the emperor hidden deep in hell in the midst of death, and to be granted a bloodline through His gaze—this is the embodiment of the path to godhood.
Therefore, every mixed-race individual who embarks on the "path to godhood" is a true descendant of the Black King.
Although it's pretty useless...
However, at least they have qualified to become a Grand Slam champion.
Looking out at the wooden pavilions, Wang Anzhi was momentarily transported to ancient times, feeling somewhat dazed. He asked:
"What's the big deal?"
The rain was extremely heavy.
Large raindrops pattered against the window, occasionally splashing a few drops of water in from outside. Xia Mi, sitting on the bed, paid no attention, letting the rain soak a corner of her clothes.
She squinted, about to speak.
Wang Anzhi's phone rang. He opened it and, as he expected, it was Nuwa calling.
After the call is connected.
Nuwa's tone was very calm, "Wang Anzhi, where are you now?"
"What happened in Chengdu?"
Wang Anzhi, who had just regained consciousness, had not yet noticed anything amiss. He only sensed something was wrong from Nuwa's solemn tone and Xia Mi's smiling face, which had somehow approached him.
"In a few hours, the entire Sichuan province will be locked down. Railways, air travel, and all other means of transportation will be rendered ineffective. The only thing that will still be able to get in and out normally is probably the highways," Nuwa said.
Wang Anzhi frowned, completely unaware that he was the culprit, and asked:
"what happened?"
"Preliminary estimates suggest that the King of Bronze and Fire is attempting to hatch a dragon's body," Nuwa said cautiously.
Apart from this possibility, there doesn't seem to be any other possibility.
After a moment of silence, she continued, "Also, the head of the Bai family recently reported an auction and sent me an invitation. Do you want to go?"
"An auction?" The sudden change of topic surprised Wang Anzhi. "Is there anything of interest here?"
"It is said, just said, that there is a... elixir of immortality inside." Nuwa's tone became even lower.
"However, surprisingly, this rumor did not come from inside, but from outside, but the Bai family did not object."
Xia Mi heard the news and asked softly:
"Is there really an elixir of immortality?"
"There will always be people with the ambition to exploit people's inner desires to do things."
Nuwa did not deny it.
Wang Anzhi understood the meaning behind Nuwa's words: the Heavenly Maiden Ba from five thousand years ago, Yin Lihua from two thousand years ago, and Nuwa herself now all share the same face and have been passed down through generations.
According to Wang Anzhi's prediction, the half of the authority over the Alchemy Throne that originally belonged to Norton is now in the hands of Nuwa.
In other words, apart from Odin and that little devil, Nuwa can be considered the most skilled in alchemy.
Therefore, since she didn't deny it, it can only be interpreted as an affirmation.
Then Wang Anzhi asked, "Where does the elixir of immortality come from?"
Nuwa smiled and said, "What do you think?"
“It is the King of Bronze and Fire.” Wang Anzhi said with certainty.
Perhaps he once thought Constantine was just a cowardly child, but now, knowing Constantine's various actions in history, and his many aliases, such as Kuafu who assisted Chiyou, and Liu Xin who assisted Wang Mang...
Now, Wang Anzhi is certain that something must have happened in the ancient times that caused this timid boy to begin to change.
"Yes! The King of Bronze and Fire, while using the elixir of immortality to try to divide the powerful among humanity, also used the altar to seal off and prevent outside interference..."
When Nuwa said this, Xia Mi pursed her lips, glanced at Wang Anzhi, and didn't say anything. She thought to herself that it seemed Constantine was indeed taking the blame for this.
On the other side, Nuwa shook her head, "In addition, the Secret Party's Kassel College has also sent several teams, and those mixed-race families in Europe and North America have also sent a few people, wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to fish in troubled waters."
"Who are they?" Wang Anzhi asked.
“The young master of the Gattuso family, the young master of the Frings family, and that Chu Zihang, oh, and that new S-class Lu Mingfei, and Cheng Shuangfan, the original S-class agent of the Secret Service.”
After a moment's thought, Nuwa added:
"Apart from the young masters of those big families, the rest are basically Chinese."
It seems the Secret Service doesn't intend to launch a major offensive.
Nuwa thought for a moment and then said, "By the way, you can go and find Qin Wuyi. He's the one who calls the shots in the Bai family now, accounting for half of it."
Compared to others, he was somewhat more clear-headed.
Chapter 182 Something Even More Exciting Than Immortality
In Chengdu, along the Huanhua Creek, a brightly lit, antique-style building hidden deep in a bamboo forest stands.
Tonight, the auction hosted by the Bai family will be held here.
On the top floor of the building, there is a cantilevered viewing pavilion with huge one-way floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, like a floating stage, taking in the winding traffic and the gradually lighting up lights below.
Inside the hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, yet the atmosphere was subtly tense.
Wang Anzhi leaned back in a large Ming-style armchair, relaxed, his gaze lowered as he looked down at the luxury cars that drove in like toy models: Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, Aston Martins...