Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

"Are you talking about the Legion of the Immortals of the ancient Persian Empire, or those mortal things in the ice cellar?" the vice-principal pondered.

"Don't mention those monsters in the ice cellar, I never thought that I could defeat the Black King with those things." Angers frowned, "It is said that the royal family of the ancient Persian Empire had an army of immortals with a total number of 1. Mythical legion, it is said that each warrior has the characteristic of immortality, they are only interested in killing, no matter how serious the injury is, they can recover by themselves."

The vice-principal continued slowly: "From an orthodox historical point of view, this is because they are extremely well-trained fighters, and they are bound to win when they enter the battlefield, just like the Beiwei army of Yue Fei in ancient China, the elite of the elite. A few hundred people dare to challenge tens of millions of people, and a small number of casualties will be made up by the reserve team immediately. But in the legend of the Persian Empire, these warriors have amazing self-healing abilities, and they are 'immortal'."

"Deadpool." Anger said coldly, "It is not impossible to control Deadpool. Pure-blooded dragons can have certain control over Deadpool just by virtue of their bloodlines. In addition, hybrids can also control Deadpool through some ancient methods. Deadpool, there are related secrets in the secret party."

Uesugi said in a low voice: "You said... Deadpool can be controlled?"

For some reason, his voice was trembling.

The previous emperor of the Sheqi Ba Family turned pale at this moment. He stared straight at Angers and asked, "Do you doubt that Herzog can control Deadpool?"

Anger jumped inexplicably, and denied it: "I didn't doubt it that much. I was just curious about how far he has reached in genetic engineering."

The vice-principal said in a rare and serious way: "This guy is definitely a genius, but he has just gone astray. The emperor you have been waiting for can be mass-produced in his hands."

Uesugi Yue didn't seem to hear what they said, and seemed to be talking to himself: "There are tens of thousands of deadpools in the night food field alone, not counting the deadpools sleeping in Gao Tianyuan. If the enemy can control them..."

Everyone shuddered at the same time, as if the darkness that engulfed the world had descended on their heads.

"This..." Fingel scratched his head and broke the silence. He said sincerely, "It seems to be all right? No matter whether Herzog can control it or not, we will have to face these monsters in the end. No matter what What are you doing, cut it off and it's over."

Anger remained silent and did not answer. The vice-principal said with gloomy eyes: "That depends on how well they can control it. Can the rangers fight against the regular army?"

Finger suddenly thought of something, and clapped his hands suddenly: "By the way, I heard from Zhinvchan that that guy can control the Deadpool he created through the sound of a clapper."

"The sound of the clapper?" Anger was stunned. "Is he imitating the Indian flute player?"

"Very good, it sounds like we just need to snatch his flute to turn the client into the main force. The refined sulfur bomb is no longer needed, and we can just play the flute to send the Deadpools back." The vice-principal puffed out his stomach and was sure of winning.

Angers looked at Deputy Minister Carl, who pondered for a moment and gave the answer he wanted.

"The sound of the clapper should be one of the induction conditions. If I guess correctly, this Dr. Herzog should have performed brain surgery on the Deadpool he created."

"Brain surgery?"

"You should know this better than me." Deputy Minister Carl shrugged, "It's similar to pontine interruption surgery, which was often done by the secret party in the early years."

Ange's eyes twitched.

In history, the Secret Party once used "lobotomy" to cleanse people with dangerous bloodlines. The history of the Secret Party is by no means clean, at least not as clean as the Sheqi Bajia. Their essence is still a violent organization.

From the ancient times of blood sacrifices to the dark middle ages, then to the radical industrial age, and finally to modern society, their histories cannot all conform to the current moral norms.

"If it's this way, then the only thing he can control is the Deadpool that he made himself." Deputy Minister Carl said loudly, ruling out the possibility of the regular Deadpool army for everyone in one fell swoop.

"How many Deadpools does he have?" Anger looked at Fingel.

Fingel scratched his head and said: "Caesar and the others went to destroy his laboratory. According to some data, most of the missing people in Tokyo and surrounding counties over the past ten years have entered his laboratory."

The faces of several people suddenly turned ugly, this is an extremely terrifying number.

"I don't think that doctor has too many usable deadpools." Deputy Minister Carl pushed his glasses, as if a light flashed, "Deadpools have a great demand for food, and they only eat fresh blood. , he can’t afford too much.”

"Herzog must not be allowed to escape from our hands. Even if he dies, he must die in Tokyo." Angers said suddenly, with a serious expression on his face.

He walked to the window, watched the sky gradually darken, and said softly: "I have a hunch that there are still many secrets hidden in this doctor."

The vice-principal walked up to him with his belly in his arms, his lips twitched, and he muttered in a voice that only Angers could hear: "Why do I think that kid Mingfei is supernatural, you are sure you have no contact with him."

Angers did not answer.

The vice-principal squinted his eyes and didn't ask any further. They all had their own secrets, which was normal. Everyone had secrets, even his only remaining student, Finger.

Angers didn't want to say, he wouldn't ask further.

He was just curious, what Uesugi Koshi said last time was right, Angers is a sharp pocket knife that can cut off everything, no matter it is disaster, sorrow, karma, or even fate.

It stands to reason that this kind of man doesn't believe in fate at all. He is the kind of guy who will rush to the three goddesses of fate and cut off the thread of fate. Will this kind of person believe in fate?
But what is strange is that Angers only believes in a certain illusory thread of fate.

The name of this destiny is Lu Mingfei.

"The person I choose... will personally end the entanglement between us and the Dragon Clan for thousands of years." Anger raised his head, looked at the thick cumulonimbus clouds in the distance through the window, and said softly.

He seemed to be talking to himself, but he seemed to be talking to everyone.

At this moment, the sound of sirens tore apart the tranquility of the city!

The high-decibel sound waves are transmitted one after another!
It was someone who sounded the air defense siren. For ten seconds, the piercing sound of the siren echoed throughout the huge city of Tokyo.

The air defense siren is the most serious city alert, and the use of the air defense siren means that it is too late to warn the citizens through TV and radio, and the danger will come in an instant!

The room fell into dead silence for a while, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something, until Uesugi Koshi's cell phone rang suddenly.

He took out his mobile phone, which contained an alert sent by the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau to all citizens.

He read out the content of the alert word by word: "Citizens, please pay attention. An unprecedentedly powerful tsunami is about to enter Tokyo Bay. Citizens living in coastal areas are requested to evacuate urgently. Citizens who cannot evacuate in time are requested to evacuate in basements or buildings." high-level dodge."

Ange suddenly turned his head, opened the window and leaned out. The mighty sea breeze swept in from Tokyo Bay, slapping his face violently with the smell of the sea.

He heard a rumbling sound coming from afar, booming like thunder, and no other sound could be heard in the world.

The corner of the table in the conference room shook violently.

"Let's go, the destination is the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau." Angers paused every word, his voice like thunder.

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The sound of the helicopter's propellers covered everything, but Yuan Zhisheng still clearly saw the thick dark clouds spreading rapidly from the direction of Tokyo Bay to Tokyo.

It is expected that in a few minutes, Tokyo's long-lost sunny day will disappear, and rolling cumulonimbus clouds will cover the sky over Tokyo, bringing down violent wind and rain.

And this is just the beginning, the tsunami that is about to reach the coastline will destroy everything along the coast.

It is said that some parts of Tokyo were originally the sea, and were later reclaimed to make land. If this catastrophe cannot be overcome, the land that was looted by humans will return to the embrace of the sea.

Maybe it will be repaid thousands of times.

Maybe this is fate.

Yuan Zhisheng sat in the cabin thinking boredly.

"Everyone, we have arrived at our destination!" The driver shouted loudly.

"Thank you." Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, "You can then return to the urban area to help the citizens in need."

"Yes!"

Yuan Zhisheng raised his knife and prepared to jump off the plane.

"Master..." the driver suddenly shouted, "Master, is God about to wake up?"

"If you can drastically change the climate and environment in a short period of time, even if you don't wake up, I'm afraid it won't be far away." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.

"But didn't you come here just to kill God?" The driver looked at him with burning eyes, those eyes were full of hope, "If it's you, it must be possible, right?"

In front of the cabin door, the long black trench coat fluttered around. Standing in the strong wind and overlooking the world, he suddenly chuckled: "Yes, I am the head of the Sheqi Ba Family. I came here just to kill the gods."

Gold like molten iron flowed from his orifices, and he jumped down in the strong wind with two ghost-slaying knives!
Yuan Zhisheng walked in the mountains and forests, and the ninja army hidden in the forests knelt on one knee to meet him when he passed the hiding place. He walked through the forest paths full of fallen leaves and came to the end of everything.

Shio Miyamoto, who had been waiting for a long time, bowed and said, "Report to your parents, we are only a step away!"

"Let's get started." Yuan Zhisheng said lightly, "I will fight for you."

"Yes!" Shio Miyamoto turned around frantically, and ran to the super digger himself, intending to open the final gate of hell.

Yuan Zhisheng stood with two knives in his hands, his eyes lowered slightly, he could feel the dragon blood all over his body boiling, his skin was extremely itchy, as if scales were about to emerge from below.

It seemed that endless power was emerging from the depths of his blood, and he was infinitely close to the realm of pure blood.

This is the power of dragon blood. As the emperor, he can't bear the heavy responsibility of the family, and can only be transformed into a ghost.

——What exactly is justice?How much can a person pay to protect an important person?
That's a great question.

If it's me now, I think I can give you the answer.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes dimmed slightly, as if he had returned to the train before everything happened.

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Looking at the hundreds of temporarily transformed deadpools below, Mars shuttled back and forth nostalgicly as if admiring exquisite works of art.

"Dr. Herzog, you are really a genius. You have caught up with our progress in thousands of years in a few decades." Mars sincerely praised, but then said with great regret, "But you Wrong way."

"Oh?" Herzog smiled, "May I ask what wrong path your Excellency refers to?"

"Of course it's a vain attempt to usurp everything about the White King." Mars narrowed his eyes and said, "I won't hide it from you until now. Some things were revealed to you last time. Everything you are doing is The guess of one of us."

Herzog smiled unabated and said: "It sounds like you and Mr. Bondarev who guided me are not in the same faction."

Mars said with a half-smile: "Isn't this obvious? Only hybrids who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth will have the ambition to reach the sky in one step, and keep trying to usurp the throne of God."

"Doctor, you are right about one thing." Mars smiled, "The essence of dragon power is indeed conceived in the king's fetal blood. The plan that Bondarev gave you is correct on this point, and your thoughts are also That's right, don't let the holy remains parasitize directly, but inherit the king's fetal blood through the container exchange, if all goes well, you can indeed conceive the body of the white king."

Herzog narrowed his eyes and said, "Your Excellency, you think I'm doomed to fail?"

"Of course." Mars chuckled, "You think you can escape the parasitism of the White King's spirit through an indirect exchange of blood? Isn't that stupid?"

"Doctor, do you still remember your early experiments? Have you extracted the complete dragon gene from the keel?"

"Of course I didn't forget, unfortunately I didn't get any useful genes from that dead dragon." Herzog regretted.

He still remembers this vividly. In the dragon of Swan Harbor, all the cells carrying genetic information died, from the brain to the nerve endings.

"This is a kind of self-protection of the dragon race." Mars said softly, "Doctor, never let yourself become arrogant. We also thought that we knew the genes well and had completely grasped the weight of life, but the facts tell us , Wrong, very wrong. The meaning of life is infinitely wider than the information of genes.”

"How do you think today's hybrids come from?"

"What you are doing now, we actually did it thousands of years ago."

"We can create countless hybrids with dragon blood, but it is impossible to create a real dragon king, or even a species more noble than the dragon king!"

"That level is not just genes, blood and other material things, but a higher level. In your human terms, it is spirit, or—soul."

Mars uttered the last two words forcefully in a deep and slow tone.

The air suddenly froze, as if being weighed down by the weight of these two words, it sank suddenly.