Chapter 179 If I had known that the Dragon King was so easy to deal with, there would be no point in fighting him!

Ange looked at Han Gao's clothes. They were much looser than when he left, and they well concealed the alchemical pistol he had hidden in his inner clothes.

Han Gao was silent. The man in front of him was the most powerful and determined dragon slayer in the past hundred years, the principal of Kassel, and the leader of the secret party.

Because of some things in the past, they were not very close to each other. In this cruel world, as the leader of a native American mixed-race family, he did not need to suck up to the secret party for certain interests.

Standing here now, he has already arranged his funeral affairs. Together with these old guys who are also unwilling to accept their old age, he has actively responded to the call of his heart and started again on the path he embarked on when he was young.

The aging heroes hope to have a dignified ending and die in a glorious war, rather than spending the future in a daze, dying in bed with a catheter inserted.

"Just tell me what you have to say. I'm in a hurry."

There are armed specialists all around, and a tank regiment further away.

Han Gao didn't think he could win, but he could drag the vast majority of people to death with him.

"it is good."

Angers nodded.

"There are only two things to do. You don't have to look so ready to die. Put away the pistol in your pocket and take out your damn serum. There will be no battle today. Then come with us to the meeting later."

In just a blink of an eye, the human body completed a daily physiological activity, and Henkel felt that the alchemical reagent used to improve his bloodline had fallen into Ange's hands.

"Do you really enjoy tormenting us old bones?"

Han Gao sighed, feeling a slight envy in his heart.

With one hundred and thirty years of experience and a young body, Ange is no longer someone the mixed-bloods can resist.

"You will no longer be an old bone soon. Remember, because of this half injection you gave me, I will have to spend one more place."

Patting his old friend on the shoulder, thinking that it might take another hundred years for their end to come, Angé looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Thank you for your help, Lu Mingfei."

"Remember to pay the bill."

Lu Mingfei, whose spiritual perception has always been quite sharp, could naturally see that these old people were not just playing around.

The first meeting between the two sides was only an exchange of eye contact and a constant expressionless look on their faces. Compared to those guys hiding far away in the terminal and watching, these people knew better what they were here for.

Even after witnessing the horror in Tokyo, he was still able to muster up the courage and drag his aging body to fight himself.

This made Lu Mingfei quite emotional, and he felt a little sentimental. Although he might not be able to achieve his goal, this fearless emotion reminded him of the Mac team that he once loved and hated.

He admired their bravery and fearlessness, but that did not stop Lu Mingfei from cursing these people for wasting their bravery and fearlessness after fighting monsters with Leo every time.

The most painful thing was that the two of them were considered to be relatives, and they deserted and disappeared as soon as the monster appeared. In the end, they were able to stay in the team, and they couldn't explain it.

Lu Mingfei looked at these old people.

They dared to come even though they knew they were on the plane, and even started to risk their lives by injecting alchemical reagents. At least in terms of bravery, they have proved themselves.

Throwing aside the potential mixed-race filter, he had a good impression of the other person as a person.

If in the future, those who can be revived are people like this, that is not unacceptable.

"Xiaya."

Finally, it was wrong to save these mixed-race leaders. Lu Mingfei called out softly and then opened time zero. It was dusk in front of him, but what he saw was tomorrow's dawn.

Another moment of trance.

The body's functions suddenly stopped, and an indescribable discomfort passed through the whole body, then quickly disappeared. Immediately afterwards, information like a tsunami began to run through the mind.

"What did you do to me?"

Han Gao was a little unsteady on his feet. Such sharp perception puzzled his spirit, which had long been accustomed to his aging body, so much so that he immediately began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his body.

There was a distinct sense of restraint on his body, his muscular muscles stretched his luxurious clothing tight, and the two revolvers hidden under his ribs were clearly outlined.

Click——

A button carved from agate fell off, revealing a wide gap in the collar. His strong chest muscles, restrained by the clothes, showed a ravine that countless girls would envy.

His carefully tailored clothes no longer fit his body.

"What am I?"

Han Gao took out the pistol that was causing discomfort in his ribs. The cylinder scraped against his clothes and slid for two moments. The slight friction sound of the gunpowder particles as the gun body shook lingered in his ears.

This made him open his eyes slightly.

How many years has it been since he last heard this charming voice?

It seemed as if I could no longer feel tired. My heart was beating strongly. I listened to the laughter of the flight attendants in the plane and my blood began to rush with energy.

So what happened?
Han Gao thought about it and looked up at Angers.

In those bright grey eyes, he seemed to see his younger self.

Looking at the confused look on the face of his old friend who was about to continue the duel with him from the last century just a moment ago, Angers inevitably felt a sense of pleasure, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel relieved that his old friend was able to survive.

Although he has always acted like he doesn't care about anything and is a real vengeful ghost, in fact, Ange really values ​​his friends.

Even past opponents.

He is nearly 130 years old, and there are only a few people left who can deal with him without any barriers.

"Congratulations, cowboy."

Ange patted the blond man in front of him, who was as tall as himself, on the shoulder.

"You have been reborn."

Han Gao looked behind him in disbelief, and found that his old friends all looked young, with their clothes torn by their upright bodies and bulging muscles. Some of them who had been in poor health in the past were now standing there at a loss, grabbing their pants with embarrassment on their faces.

For a moment, Henkel felt as if he had gone back to the last century, to the southern inn full of beer and beauties.

At that time, everyone who was hungover was dragged out by the elders of the family, wearing dirty clothes. Some of them even had only time to wrap themselves around their female companions' loin scarves. They looked so embarrassed, just like they do now.

"Is this what the Dragon King intends to give us?"

"correct."

Hank's face did not show joy at Ange's answer, but instead began to visibly distort.

If immortality were so easy to obtain
So what have they been fighting against dragons for all these years?
(End of this chapter)