Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 385
The next morning.

Caesar left the church and said goodbye to Lu Mingfei and the others at the church door. He was going back to the Gattuso family headquarters to deal with some matters.

According to the news he just received, his old stud went straight to the monastery on the outskirts of Rome last night and killed two elders with a shotgun...

This incident did not cause any disturbance within the family, because the elders blocked this incident, and it seemed to pass like this.

But Caesar knew that the conflict between them and the elders had officially broken out.

The elder needs to see him urgently now, probably in order to confirm his attitude.

In his view, it is naturally impossible for the elders to just let it go, and the targeting of Pompeii is about to begin.

At least the elders would not swallow this breath in front of Caesar, otherwise it would be proof of a guilty conscience.

At this point in time, Pompeii collapsed the two elders, and the elders' forgiveness would only be interpreted as a guilty conscience, so the conflict between the two parties was no longer reconcilable.

The Senators knew it, and Papa Stallion knew it even better, but Papa Stallion did it anyway.

Caesar is finally sure that Papa Stallion and Uncle still have feelings for each other.

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"Where are you going to take me?" The man pushed open the door of the passenger seat, got out of the car, and looked at the Gulfstream plane in front of him.

"Singapore!"

Pompeii held the key of the convertible between his fingers. He twirled the key ring and said, "The Gattuso family has many enemies as well as many allies, and the most important allies these years are none other than the Chen family of Chinese descent in Singapore."

"The Chen family? Why do you say they are your most important allies?"

"Because my son's fiancée, Chen Motong, is the daughter of the current Patriarch of the Chen family." Pompei sighed, "It's a bit complicated when it comes to this, my son thought he found a wife for himself, but in fact this wife is The family chose him long ago, and the elders chose the blood of the Chen family very early."

Mr. Opan frowned, he pondered for a moment and said: "I still remember Herzog you told me earlier, the human who tried to usurp the power of the White King, if he is your experimental product, you Gattuso will also try to Use this method to usurp the power in that egg?"

"According to the old guy's theory." Pompey nodded, "But Herzog's failure seems to have made them hesitate."

"According to Mars, it should be a dead egg, and the blood of the Black King still remains, but the most noble soul has disappeared..." The man was silent and said, "Let's not discuss this matter for now. Will the plan be successful, and if you plan to reproduce Herzog's plan, then this Chen Motong will take on the role of the original Erika Uesugi?"

Pompey nodded: "Yes, if nothing else happens, it's him."

The man frowned and said, "This Chen Motong is the descendant of the Black King? Hell, if I knew that I could use this method to usurp the power of the dragon clan, I would not have created the descendant of the Black King."

"After overthrowing the throne of Frixis, I got his body, but I know that he must have left eggs in this world that only he can find. When he returns, the Dragon Clan will still raise the battle flag, So on the one hand, I wiped out the remaining dragons, and on the other hand, I tried to transform human beings to usurp the power of the dragons, and I used his flesh and blood to create a group of hybrids, the so-called descendants of the Black King."

Pompei clicked his tongue and said, "After you disappeared, someone issued an order to kill the descendants of the Black King. Who do you think this person is?"

The man was silent for a moment, "I can roughly guess the identity of this person, and it's inconvenient to explain to you for now."

"Okay, let's talk about something easy to explain."

"Tell me about that girl named Chen Motong first. Is there anything special?"

"Uh, does it count if you don't have a word spirit?"

"No words?" The man frowned. "Words are the embodiment of blood. How could the blood of the Black King not have words? It's normal to have a lot of words. Are there other aspects?"

"Her profiling ability is very strong, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a super profile."

"What is profiling?"

Mr. Opan was very curious about the endless new words in Pompeii's mouth, and the meanings represented by these words gave him a novel experience.

He has been trying to overthrow the era of dragons all his life and let human beings stand on top of all spirits and become the masters of this planet. Although this has gradually changed later, he gradually realized that pure humans cannot completely replace dragons, only mixed races Only then can it be possible to replace the position of the Dragon Clan.

And what he saw these days broke his cognition.

The weapon named "Science" has enabled human beings to establish a prosperous civilization, and they have even broken through the gravity of this planet, exploring the vast outer space.

The reason why his ideas changed in the early years was because humans could not master the power of the dragons, and without enough power, they could not contend against the dragons.

So he can only create a world of mixed races, and dragon blood is the key to unlocking power.

But now, this weapon called "science" has subverted his concept.

"The world is good now, and I will do my best to help you keep this world."

Mr. Opan suddenly said, while Pompey was still thinking about how to explain the profile.

Pompeii was stunned for a moment, to be honest, this person's performance exceeded his expectations.

He originally thought that this should be that kind of ambitious tyrant, but the truth was far beyond his expectations.

These days, he has shown a keen interest in human civilization, especially in scientific creations.

He said that even the alchemy of dragons cannot create vehicles that can be used by the general public such as modern cars, high-speed rails, and airplanes. It can be seen that the science studied by human beings has already surpassed that of dragons in terms of breadth. alchemy.

Flying out of the earth and exploring the distant outer sky is the first of its kind on this planet.

And what he is most satisfied with seems to be that human beings have become the masters of the world.

"Profiling refers to being able to infer what happened through the details of the clues, just like an experienced painter who gives him a washed oil canvas, and he can guess what happened with only a few traces left. What is the original painting. And my daughter-in-law's ability seems to be a little abnormal, it should be called super profile."

Pompeii and the stewardess standing in front of the gangway of the plane blinked and looked at each other, and then boarded the plane.

"Old Ao, you want some..." Pompeii had just sat down and wanted to ask the man if he wanted some wine, when he saw his extremely ugly face.

"what happened?"

"Profiling, can you trace what happened in the past through clues?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"In the world of the Dragon Clan, this is not called profiling, but backtracking! It is the embodiment of the essence of the soul, the counterpart of [Prophet]. There are only two people who have mastered backtracking in history, and one was once ranked as the fifth highest priest of the Dragon Clan. The other is the second-generation Black King you know, Frixis!"

The man said with a cold face, "Frisis mastered backtracking and prophecy at the same time at the peak period. He was no different from a god in this period. He predicted the future of the Dragon Race and himself, including his own death. In the end, he really died. In his own prophecy, but in the prophecy he will make a comeback again."

"Um, it sounds like this should be the ability of the prophet?" Pompei blinked, "What about backtracking?"

"Backtracking..." The man was silent for a while, and whispered, "Before that, you need to know one thing, the reason why Frixis mastered the prophet and backtracking at the same time was because he hoped to use it to track down some lost too. A long history, and when I realized this, I had ascended to the supreme position and sat on his equal."

"I didn't know until then that Frissis really succeeded, but he also suffered a backlash."

"His injuries back then were not only the old injuries from the battle with King Bai, but also the backlash from failure."

Pompeii asked in a deep voice: "What exactly did he explore to make a supreme being suffer backlash?"

"Even if we are the Supreme, in front of it is still just a child born in this world, that is the source of everything." The man said quietly, "It is the sea of ​​elements, and all the power of the dragons comes from it, Frissy Si tried to explore the beginning and end of the birth of the elemental sea, and finally suffered a backlash."

"Elemental Sea?" Pompeii paused, "What truth did he discover?"

"Only he knows this. You can ask him after you see him." The man glanced at Pompeii, "You should understand now how incredible that girl has mastered backtracking, right?"

Pompeii shrugged: "Actually, I guessed something. I said before that if he is not in our family, then he must be among our allies and has been watching the Gattuso family. I don't know what he is planning. But he has to make sure he has enough control over the situation."

The man nodded: "Very well, if you guessed correctly, that person is really Frissis, so this trip you are going to take me directly into the dragon's lair and throw myself into the trap?"

"Your idioms are getting more and more slippery!"

Pompeii couldn't help admiring, and gestured to the flight attendant, signaling that it was time to take off, and then looked back at the man,

"I've already called him and said that when will my son and his daughter's marriage contract be discussed and confirmed, the guy said that he has no time recently and he needs to travel far away to deal with the family's internal affairs, so you understand what I mean ?”

The man raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to take advantage of the absence of the dragon to explore the depth of the dragon's nest? It's interesting, I will accompany you for a walk."

"It's as if you can go anywhere if you don't accompany me." Pompeii laughed, "We won't go to the Chen family, I know they have a research institute in the North Pole, let's go there and have a look, I always think That's where I can find the answer I'm looking for."

The man suddenly said: "Do you know where the egg of your family is hidden?"

Pompeii squinted his eyes and said, "I don't know. Those old fellows have kept this secret to themselves. I just hope my son can pry it out of them."

"If possible... we must find it first." The man said softly, "This will give us a certain degree of initiative. I just remembered that if the eggs of the dragon clan are not completely dead, it means that the dragon clan has not completely given up. Otherwise, He could completely turn the egg into a 'stone' at the moment of separation, so that the enemy can't get anything from it, this is the natural talent of the dragon race."

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unnamed island.

In the bamboo building, a plainly dressed girl was lying on the head of the bed, curiously poking her elder brother who had been unconscious for several days.

His face was covered with black dragon scales, and he looked ferocious and majestic, but the girl seemed to be used to it and didn't feel scared.

The big brother on the bed has been in a coma for several days. According to Sister Freya's intention, leave it alone, he can survive by himself, and if he can't survive, he can't blame them for death.

Suddenly, the girl straightened up, her black and white eyes sparkling.

She saw her big brother's eyebrows move just now!

Is it an illusion?

Soon, she heard a hoarse moan squeezed out of her throat, as if the first thing the evil spirit that had finally climbed out of hell did was to breathe fresh air.

The girl turned around and ran out of the bamboo building, muttering loudly in a strange language, which quickly attracted people nearby.

A young woman with long brown hair came out of the house and waved to the girl. The girl ran over in a hurry. The two exchanged in a low voice, and the young woman hurriedly ran to the depths of the island.

Fingel opened his eyes, the dazzling light made him a little dizzy.

He sat up slowly, and there was the rustling sound of scales shrinking during his deep breathing. He looked down at his hands in a daze. The black dragon scales covered his arms. His hands could no longer be called hands, but dragon scales. claw.

But with one thought of his, the pitch-black dragon scales covering the surface of his arm instantly shrank under the skin.

Immediately afterwards, a strange feeling came from his whole body, including his face.

These dragon scales did not disappear, but were hidden under his skin, ready to be pierced and drilled out at any time.

He sat on the bed in silence for a long time, sorting out his thoughts.

He could feel that his body structure was different from that of humans. He could no longer be called a human or even a hybrid. He officially entered the world of dragons.

What happened that day gradually came to mind, he closed his eyes, and began to recall the bits and pieces that happened before he fell into a coma, including the conversation between the mad woman on the bottom of the sea and old man Horus.

When he recalled everything and sorted out his thoughts, Fingel slowly opened his eyes and took a long breath.

"Are you awake?" The girl in a white dress walked into the room barefoot, looked him up and down, and muttered that she seemed to have good control.

"When you wake up, pack your things and get out, I don't welcome you here." Freya said with her hands on her hips.

Fingel raised his head, and it stands to reason that with his temperament, he would make a joke now, and praise the little girl for her kindness, kindness, and good figure. It doesn't matter if he wants to take him in for a few more days. It's ok to resist.

But inexplicably, his heart felt heavy and terrible, as if the world he saw at this moment was also full of dead gray and white.

"Don't look half-dead, Horus will regret saving you when he sees you like this." Freya wrinkled her little nose and said displeased.

Master Horus?
Thinking of the old man, Fingel's dead world was suddenly knocked open a door, from where the sun shone into the cold room.

He took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "Where is the old man?"

"He? Sleeping in your body?" Freya suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, remember to take that girl's body with you when you leave."

(End of this chapter)