King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 979 - 979 967 The Golden Dragon Mother Who Came

Chapter 979: Chapter 967: The Golden Dragon Mother Who Came Knocking Chapter 979: Chapter 967: The Golden Dragon Mother Who Came Knocking “Ha ha, look at the expressions on you idiots’ faces!” As the girl was dragged in by two soldiers, Teacher Havel took a look around, taking in the students’ expressions below, then a mocking smile crept across his face,

“I’ve already told you, this is a Mutated species, yet some of you still show sympathy and dissatisfaction.”

“What are you sympathizing with?” Teacher Havel grabbed the blonde hair of the girl held up by the two soldiers and, without mercy, he lifted her up by her hair, “And who are you dissatisfied with?”

The rough treatment made the girl, who looked somewhat weak, struggle in pain. Tears of agony flowed down from her bright, large eyes, making her look quite pitiful.

Seeing the beautiful girl being treated this way, some of the boys who had reached puberty instantly felt a surge of righteousness and immediately one of the students stood up,

“Teacher, I know the Different Species are the enemies of humans, but even if they are enemies, we should still show respect. What you’re doing is abuse and humiliation.”

“So what do you suggest?” Havel asked mockingly, looking at the boy with traces of acne on his face, the contempt in his eyes not at all disguised, “Should I untie all the restraints on this Mutated species right now, and entertain her with fine food and drink?”

“Of course not, but you could improve the way of restraint and give her some degree of freedom!” Seeing the expression on the teacher’s face, the student with an overflow of “justice” answered nervously.

“Alright, lust-driven swine, you can shut up,” Havel said, impatience clear on his face as he pointed to the student and turned to the whole class,

“See? This is the hazard of the Mutated species. Because they look exactly like humans when not in battle, some of their female individuals may invoke the sympathy of pigs who can only think about mating, thus lowering their vigilance.”

Havel shook the beautiful girlish Different Species in his hand, tears brimming in her eyes, “The Federation loses a large number of Star Armor Masters every year to this kind of Different Species, murdered in their beds, then devoured.”

“Swine, do you know what would happen if you encounter this Mutated species under normal circumstances?

You have a ninety percent chance of being lured by this Mutated species to a hotel, and when you happily think you’re in for a wonderful romantic experience, you will be ruthlessly killed by her, and then devoured down to the bone.”

Havel looked at the student who had stood up and was now sporting an embarrassed expression, his face showing disdain and amusement, “Of course, if you’re lucky, you’ll enjoy once before you die, on the belly of a Different Species.”

As Havel’s words ended, a low chuckle echoed through the classroom. The students who had been full of righteousness were now shamefully bowing their heads, and the one who had stood up wished he could duck under the desk.

“Hmm, you have a question?” As the classroom fell into an ambiguous chorus of laughter, Havel turned to a black-haired boy sitting in the front row, raising his hand.

“I’d like to know how to identify a Different Species?” Muria stood up and asked the question that concerned him most, pointing at the blonde girl in Havel’s hand, “The Different Species in your hand looks no different from an ordinary human girl.”

“Do you doubt that what I’m holding is a human?” Havel said with a smile, the three slashes across his face making him look cruel.

“Of course,” Muria nodded slightly, “because so far, I haven’t seen anything about your so-called Different Species that differs from a human.”

“Interesting, are you doubting my word?” Havel narrowed his eyes and stared at Muria, who faced him calmly.

“After listening to your description of the Mutated species, from now on, I will not trust anyone I am unfamiliar with; I will suspect everyone around me, whether they are Mutated species lurking by my side. I won’t trust anyone’s word again!”

Muria said calmly, “I not only suspect that what you’re holding is a human, I even doubt whether you are a Mutated species disguised as a human.”

“You, quite good!” Havel didn’t get angry at Muria’s words; instead, his face showed approval, “I will show you now the ways that a Mutated species differs from a human.”

“Click!”

A horrifying scene unfolded in the classroom. Havel let go of the blonde girl he was holding, then grabbed her head with one hand and her neck with the other, twisting 360 degrees, turning her head from the front to the back, and then back to the front again.

“Ah–” At such a sight, a chorus of screams erupted in the classroom because it was just too bloody.

“Super-speed healing ability!” Muria stared at the Mutated species in Havel’s grasp. The head that should have been torn off was still sitting steadily on the girl’s shoulders.

The Mutated Species girl’s neck, which appeared mangled due to being twisted around, was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few short seconds, if not for the remaining bloodstains on her neck, one would not have been able to tell that her head had been twisted around.

“This is an ability that Mutated Species possess, which normal humans do not. They can quickly repair their own injuries by consuming the energy within their bodies!”

Havel introduced, and then, under watchful eyes, he took out a small knife and gently made a cut on his wrist, a streak of crimson blood spurted from his wrist, the faint smell of blood spreading through the air.

Then the Mutated Species girl, who previously had tears in her eyes and seemed somewhat gentle and pitiable, suddenly displayed an alarming change. Her whites of her eyes turned pitch black instantly, and her blue irises became as red as blood.

Her body trembled slightly, and she breathed heavily. Her throat kept convulsing, and her eyes were fixated on Havel’s bleeding wrist, the metal ball gagging her mouth making a click-click noise.

“Ugh…” A low growl sounded. The two soldiers who had brought the Mutated Species girl in gripped the chains in their hands tightly, as the girl was now behaving like a starving beast. Clear saliva continuously oozed out of the gaps in the metal ball gagging her mouth, quickly covering her chin and soaking her clothes, also creating a wet patch on the floor beneath her feet.

“She is a Ghoul among the Mutated Species. This kind of Mutated Species has nicknames like gluttons and ghouls because they are exceptionally obsessed with human flesh and blood. Simply using fresh blood can easily lure them out.

Of course, this method can only be used on low-level Ghouls who cannot control their desires. For those able to control their bodies, this won’t work, and other methods are needed to identify them.”

Havel continued to explain knowledge about the Mutated Species-Ghouls, truly opening the eyes of many students below, because the government had previously censored information, and they had no way of learning about this.

Of course, the main reason was that their family members did not tell them, after all, no parent with sound values would tell their child that every person around them could be a monster disguised as a human.

Telling some children, who couldn’t even don star armor, would only serve to heighten their panic, serving no other purpose.

“Do these monsters have any fatal weaknesses?” It was still Muria, he continued to ask the man who looked more like a soldier than a teacher.

“Low-level Ghouls, their vulnerabilities are fewer than humans’, but their heads, hearts remain fatal points. For higher-level Ghouls, these are no longer their weak points. Even if you shoot through their hearts and brains, they won’t die.”

“Then if we encounter these kinds of monsters without weak points in the future, how can we eliminate them?” A girl with a ponytail in the front row raised her hand, she was Muria’s acquaintance, as this girl was his neighbor Hillman.

“It’s simple, use Star Armor to continuously attack and completely destroy the Ghoul’s body without leaving any flesh or blood.” Muria did not wait for Havel to answer, he directly responded to his neighbor’s question,

“To regenerate, some flesh needs to remain. If there’s not even a speck left, naturally, it can’t live. There’s no need to ask such a question; a little thought makes it clear.”

“You…” Hearing Muria’s answer, a hint of annoyance flashed across Hillman’s face. She clenched her fist and waved it slightly, “Wait for the combat class, I’ll show you, Jelos Douglas!”

…

“It seems that a fierce-looking man is actually quite conservative.”

Muria complained somewhat discontentedly as he sat in the car Susanna drove to take him home.

“What happened?”

“Today I had a class on Different Species. The teacher brought a Ghoul for a live demonstration. I wanted him to release the restraints on the Ghoul to see its attack methods, but he refused.” Muria recounted his dissatisfaction.

“He’s a teacher, naturally, he has to consider your safety. He would be in big trouble if any student got injured,” Susanna said with a light laugh, hearing Muria’s complaint.

“Hmm, I understand that. I’ll find a Ghoul myself to observe when I get the chance.”

“Ghouls are not that easy to find!” Susanna regarded Muria’s words as a joke, not taking them seriously.

“Hmm?” There was silence on the journey, but just as Muria was about to enter his villa area, he suddenly looked out of the car window. He noticed a new restaurant opening across from the villa area, and the restaurant’s logo was a curled up Golden Dragon.