Chapter 120: Major Event: Dawn of Fire

Cassell College, Headmaster's Office.

"This is."

"That Mr. Li Ang?"

Anghe squinted, asking his companions Gudirian and Chu Chu Zihang with unmistakable uncertainty.

In his hand he held a photograph of a girl conversing with two young men.

Gudirian picked up a magnifying glass, examined it closely, then nodded slowly, dazed: "It's him, no doubt."

"Could he really be the legendary Bronze and Fire King?!"

The old man in the scruffy suit never imagined the young man he had dealt with just days ago was one of the Four Dragon Kings.

An uncontrollable wave of dread rose in his heart.

That was a Long Wang.

One of the world's most primal forms of violence.

In half-blood history, every battle against a Long Wang demanded horrific costs for only the slimmest chance of victory.

Beside them, Flamel took a swig of whiskey and muttered under his breath: "Ha. Long Wang's legacy."

"It really is a Long Wang's legacy. What kind of black humor is this?"

The Alchemy Master of the Secret Party now understood where the strange alchemical data had come from.

Isn't it perfectly normal for the Bronze and Fire King to possess alchemical knowledge unknown to the world?

The only thing puzzling him now was why the other had chosen to make a deal with him.

Flamel believed his own alchemical mastery was utterly inferior to the other's.

At that moment, a young man rushed into the Headmaster's Office holding a file.

"Headmaster, we've found information on the other one."

He placed the file on the desk.

Anghe immediately picked it up and began reading, but the more he read, the more his expression grew strange.

The file contained information about Old Tang.

"So you mean a Long Wang lived for over twenty years in Brooklyn, New York, and the Execution Department never noticed?"

At these words, the Headmaster's Office fell into absolute silence.

Gudirian snatched the file from Anghe's hands and began reading.

Minutes later, he murmured: "So that's it."

"If the Long Wang is a twin, then this 'Li Ang' must have come to New York to find his brother."

It all fits. Everything fits.

Even Li Ang's bizarre Word of Power and physical strength, which had baffled the Secret Party, now had a logical explanation.

After all, can a Long Wang possibly be compared to an ordinary half-blood?

Now only two questions remained.

One: why did a Long Wang appear out of nowhere in America?

And the other:

Who sent the Death Servants to attack the Bronze and Fire King?

As Anghe frowned deeply in thought, Chu Chu Zihang stood silently beside Gudirian, expressionless.

As someone who had previously encountered Li Ang, he had naturally been summoned by Anghe.

Now, he stared at the photograph of Li Ang, his gaze flickering.

The young man recalled the words Li Ang had spoken before.

"Odin."

If the other was a Long Wang, then what of Odin?

Or had it all been a lie from the start?

Chu Chu Zihang did not know, and could not judge.

But for him, having even one clear direction to investigate was infinitely better than the blind chaos of before.

Under dim, gloomy light, the endless storm howled with terrifying force.

Amidst the storm that seemed ready to swallow the entire world, a one-eyed figure rode an eight-legged steed, quietly gazing at the photograph in his hand.

At this moment, the towering, faceless figure's single eye blazed with golden light, hungry for prey.

"Norton."

"So it really was you."

"After sleeping so long, can you still keep up with the times?"

"Ha."

Recalling his 'brother's' mastery in alchemy, Odin let out a laugh—whether mocking or mournful, no one could tell.

"Once I obtain the White King's power, you will be next, Norton."

"One day, I will transcend Ragnarök and ascend further."

As his words faded, a spear pierced through the photograph in his hand, pinning it firmly to the ground.

Shenzhou.

Undeniably, under the pressure of the Dragon Kings, the half-bloods of Shenzhou moved with terrifying speed.

In less than a day, they had already located a suitable site.

The vast western lands of Shenzhou were sparsely populated—perfectly matching Li Ang's requirements.

Of course, this location was also chosen to guard against potential friction between the two sides in the future.

At that time, the losses caused by the battle would undoubtedly be minimized to the greatest extent.

Amidst the mixed-bloods' gaze, mingled with fear and reverence, Li Ang and Lao Tang boarded the aircraft arranged for them and flew toward their target.

Soon, the aircraft arrived at its destination.