Dragon Clan: Restart your life

The so-called disguise is nothing more than a means of self-protection or to confuse the enemy.

There is an animal in nature called a chameleon. They use camouflage to hide themselves from predators or get close to their prey.

Which one does Pompeii belong to?

"Anyway, just help me rescue my son. I'll help you with the family." Pompeii snapped his fingers.

Angers hesitated and said: "Actually, there is bad news. According to Norma's calculations, the chance of them surviving from the bottom of the sea is very low...so low that I don't want to say it, and you don't want to hear it."

"I know, 1%, let 1% go to hell! If he dies so easily, can he still be called Pompeii's son?"

Pompeii frowned and spoke righteously,

"Caesar's life should be like his great father's, with his footprints all over the seven continents and four oceans, and his girlfriends all over the seven continents and four oceans! Before we achieve that great goal, the men of our Gattuso family will not die. !”

Angers was silent.

Maybe there is a third possibility.

Just like what the bishop said, these things have nothing to do with scum-like men.

There may be no conflict between the second-rate, coquettish, and mean-spirited exterior and the unbridled, magnificent inner world.

They usually call this type of person a psychopath.

"Let's go, don't miss me too much!"

Mr. Psycho stood up quickly and stretched comfortably.

"By the way, can you open the door for me? Your alchemy door is really difficult to open. It's really a luxury to use a living creature to protect your office!"

Angre was stunned and frowned: "How did you get in?"

As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the bishop inadvertently.

"I haven't been back for many years, so I asked Patsy to lead me the way. Patsy fed the living creature with his blood, and the little guy opened the door obediently. Speaking of which, is the Bishop also planning to go to Tokyo? Hiss, such a big one How could the Gattuso family not be involved in the scene! It was decided that after Patsy sends me back, I will let him go to Japan to join in the fun!"

Crazy hit his right fist on the palm of his left hand, which was a sure sign.

"Patsy?" Angers had doubts in his eyes.

That lock was the work of the vice-principal, and there were probably few more powerful alchemists than him among the half-breeds in the world.

Although there are many students with outstanding pedigrees in Cassel College, no one has been able to sneak into the principal's office so far, not even Caesar and Chu Zihang.

If Pompeii opened the door with his own blood, Angers would not be surprised. No matter how excellent the blood of the owner of the Gattuso family is, it would not be surprising.

But Patsy?

The man who is as careful and precise as a secretary?

Speaking of which, the vice-principal specifically mentioned this young man in his ears last time.

He claimed that he had made a mistake, and the young man who could make this old guy make a mistake was indeed not an ordinary person.

"Oh, don't you know? Passi is the great killer of the Gattuso family. His bloodline purity is the highest among all family members. Even Frost and I can't compare with him." Pang Bay smiles.

Angers was shocked: "But the heir you chose is Caesar, not him!"

"When choosing an heir, the heir does not have to be the one with the highest blood purity. I am the current heir, so am I still a loser?" Pompeo patted his butt, "Our family chooses the heir according to the current circumstances."

"Are you saying that Patsy is a killer? And Caesar is a stud like you?"

"To be precise, it's a war machine. You didn't realize how powerful it is because it has never been used as a war machine in front of you."

Pompeii's eyes flashed behind his glasses,

"Besides, it's too sad to say that my son is a stallion. It's enough for our family to have me as a stallion!"

Angers complained: "But you just said that Caesar's future should be to have girlfriends all over the world."

"Wrong, it's the seven continents and eight oceans!" Pompeo corrected seriously, "Also, who said that those who have girlfriends all over the seven continents and eight oceans must be stallions? Don't forget for whom the ancient harem was established."

Ange raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Let's go, let's not see him off, see you next time!"

Pompeii trotted out of the principal's office. The black Rolls-Royce that had been waiting for him in the morning fog came silently. He waved and got in.

"This slut is here too. She looks like she's in real trouble."

A slow voice followed the slow footsteps going upstairs.

"Oh! It's really you. After leaving your side, I have been daydreaming about being able to listen to your teachings again."

The vice-principal entered the room carrying two bottles of brandy, with his denim shirt open and a slovenly appearance. When he saw the priest sitting opposite Angers, his face was filled with surprise.

The flattery and enthusiasm in his tone almost made Angers mistakenly think that Pompeii had come back.

The vice-principal hugged the priest warmly and gave him a kiss.

"My little cowboy, your belly is even sexier."

The priest patted his round belly in praise.

The vice-principal patted his beer belly proudly, as if ashamed that this kind of thing was insulated from him.

Angers covered his face with his hands, not knowing how to face all this.

"Would you like a drink?"

The vice-principal shook the brandy in his hand, his eyes flashing with eager anticipation.

"Of course." Mr. Father agreed readily, "You were standing at the door just now, why didn't you come in?"

"The Chinese say there's no room for two stallions in a stable, and I don't like that guy."

The vice-principal shrugged, took out two clean wine glasses, and filled them for the priest.

The two of them clinked glasses and drank in one gulp.

"Why did you come to see me?" The vice-principal refilled the glass.

"Take you to Tokyo to witness a historical milestone." The priest smiled, "Such a grand festival would be such a waste if there were no spectators."

"Is it the awakening of 'god'?" the vice-principal asked tentatively, "Which king does 'god' refer to? Is it the Black King?"

He had just stood outside and listened for most of the conversation, knowing that Ange was waiting for him to ask questions at this moment.

Anger on the side listened attentively with his ears raised.

"The 'god' you call is King Bai." The priest gave the answer directly, but then shook his head and said, "He is a participant in the festival, but not the protagonist."

"The White King is not the protagonist?" the vice-principal glared, "Are it the Black King and the White King who wake up this time?"

"No, only the White King will be awakened in this festival." The priest said firmly.

"But you just said that the White King is just a participant in the festival. If such a great being is only a participant, who else can play the leading role besides the Black King?"

The principal and vice principal looked at each other.

"What I mentioned earlier is the 'god' in your mouth." The priest smiled.

The vice-principal suddenly fell silent for a moment, scratched his messy hair and said, "Stop beating around the bush with me. Is it possible that there are still two White Kings in this world?"

The priest spread his hands: "Who knows?"

The vice-principal rarely choked.

The top leaders of the Secret Party all know that this generation of Master Flamel is a reckless guy, a bastard who breaks common sense, and a shameless master. The reason why no one can do anything to him is because of his identity and seniority.

No one knows how long this guy lived, but it was probably longer than Angers.

So in front of him, those old elders are all juniors.

Compared with caring for the young, the vice-principal obviously believes that respecting the elderly is more important, so now only the vice-principal chokes people, and no one else chokes him.

But now he has met his match.

In front of this patriarch-level boss, the secret party's mentor Flamel also lost confidence.

"You took me to such a dangerous festival. Do you have a way to deal with the newly awakened King Bai?" the vice-principal suddenly asked.

He rubbed his hands, his face full of honesty.

"My little cowboy, how dare you think so?" the priest said with a surprised look on his face, "How can you compare me with that man? I'm just an ordinary Buddhist enthusiast, and that man, who has a complete period of his life, can do it all on his own. This force can reverse the earth's polar magnetic field and bury all living things on this planet."

"You mean magnetic field reversal?"

The principal and vice principal were stunned.

The earth's magnetic field is equivalent to a huge protective shield, shielding most of the rays from the sun and the universe.

If the geomagnetic field is weakened due to inversion, then the solar wind in the universe will hit the earth directly. Under the impact of such high-energy particles, the atmosphere will be the first to be affected.

Once the atmosphere is breached, the outcome is self-evident. Humanity will either become extinct or develop into an "underground civilization."

At present, the scientific community has evidence that the magnetic field of the North and South Pole is being reversed, but this is an extremely long process, and the time required is measured in tens of thousands of years.

The core that affects the transformation of the magnetic field is in the center of the earth, which is an area that humans have never touched.

Human beings can reach tens of thousands of meters into space, but they still remain on the surface of the earth.

"Is time measured in ten thousand years?"

"Why not be bold, in days, or even in hours?"

"Reversing the magnetic field of the North and South Poles in one day..." The vice principal's face became serious.

Compared to Ange, he knew better what kind of power the dragon clan had in the spirit of speech.

When Angers was still trying to use science to explain all this, he had already classified the perfection of words and spirits into the domain of theology.

Hundreds of thousands of years of slow evolution are compressed into one day. What a terrifying acceleration this will be! If the geomagnetic field reverses in one day, all life on the surface will be doomed!

The earth collapses and overturns, tsunamis engulf the land, and cosmic rays from outside will reset the surface ecosystem. This is the real means of annihilation!

"I remember that when we last met, you revealed to me that the era of the Dragon Clan was ruined by yourself."

The vice-principal said slowly, but Angers was shocked by what he said.

In the history spread by the Secret Party, due to some special reasons, humans buried the civilization of the Dragon Clan and stole power from the Dragon Clan.

"Human beings didn't have nuclear weapons back then. How do you think they could break through the dragon scales of the complete Dragon King? Word spirit and alchemy? For the complete Dragon King, the dragon text is the essence of power, and the word spirit is just the manifestation of the dragon text. Form. Principal Angers should know this very well?"

The priest smiled and looked at Angers.

Ange was silent for a moment and whispered: "The Dragon King's spiritual power is too strong, strong enough to form a barrier on the body surface. We call it the King's Domain. Ordinary speech spirits cannot harm them at all."

During the Summer Mourning incident, the first-generation species relied on its royal domain to ignore Lu Shanyan's blood-sucking sickle.

"Hell, how did we kill bronze and fire and earth and mountains?" the vice principal muttered.

"Bronze and fire? A mentally retarded child with less than one percent strength, and another poor man who lost his mind and eventually died under the seven deadly sins he created. As for the earth and mountains..."

The priest pondered for a moment and said solemnly that the young man named Lu Mingfei from your school is really outstanding! It is simply an epoch-making legend! His future will be a sea of ​​stars!

Angers was silent for a while and asked a few questions.

"Your Excellency, Bishop, was the hybrid born before the decline of the Dragon Clan, or after it?"

"Unfortunately, it was before the decline."

"Then how did the hybrid kill the Dragon King in the thousands of years that human civilization has been traced?" Angers said solemnly.

The priest shook his head and said: "In fact, in these thousands of years, there has never been a complete dragon king. They even appeared in human form."

"How big is the difference between human form and dragon body?"

"The humanoid dragon king and the dragon king that has hatched a complete dragon body can be said to be two completely different creatures. With the current level of human science and technology, except for conventional force other than nuclear weapons, it is impossible to kill any dragon king that has restored its complete dragon body. "

"What about the nuclear bomb?" Angers frowned.

The priest raised two fingers: "First of all, you have to hit the target. Secondly, you have to let him bear the impact of the nuclear bomb head-on without defense."

Ange pondered: "I can understand the former, but the latter means... can a guardian word spirit like [the Dustless Land] be immune to the shock wave and thermal radiation of nuclear weapons?"

"Yes, Dragon Wen is a rule-level power that can affect everything within the rules. Of course, maintaining such a field is also extremely terrifying for the Dragon King."

"Then how to kill a complete Dragon King?" Angre said with piercing eyes, "Can we only take advantage of his weak period?"

"Didn't you already get the Seven Deadly Sins? They were specially made by Norton to kill brothers and sisters." The priest said softly, "In the realm of the Dragon King, alchemy weapons, pure power, and speed are higher than the spirit of speech."

"In addition, the power of the Dragon Clan is indeed rule-level, but this power is dependent on elements. In areas where elements are scarce, even the Dragon King cannot activate the Word Spirit. This requires you to use your brains to create an exclusive cemetery for them."

"By the way, the Philosopher's Stone is also extremely poisonous to the Dragon King, but it must be penetrated into the body and hit the core to be effective. And this brings us back to the issue of the dragon body. In fact, when facing a complete As the Dragon Lord, your priority is how to break his defense."

Ange felt something in his heart. This man was undoubtedly explaining to him how to kill the complete Dragon King.

According to this person, it was a lucky break that they were able to kill the King of Bronze and Fire before.

Angers previously thought that Norton died under the impact of a storm torpedo, but now he feels that he should rethink this issue. The biggest doubt is that they have not found Norton's bones so far.

"The combination of alchemical weapons, the Philosopher's Stone, and the element-deficient area is enough to kill a complete Dragon King. Does this include the White King and the Black King?"

Facing Ange's scorching gaze, the priest was silent for a while and asked: "What do you think is the most terrifying thing about the Dragon Clan?"

"Yan Ling? Dragon body?" Angre asked doubtfully.

A sigh sounded in his ears.

The vice-chancellor poured a glass of brandy, pushed the glass towards Angers, and answered the question for him.

"It's wisdom. Dragons are intelligent creatures, and their wisdom is superior to humans."

"Angers, the famous philosophers and scientists in history are almost all mixed races. In a sense, the people in North America are right. Mixed races are born to be superior to ordinary people. Dragon blood makes us superior in all aspects. Beyond ordinary people.”

"As the source of dragon blood, do you think the dragon clan will all be idiots? No, they are just too proud."

The vice principal's voice was very low, as if he was whispering in his ear.

The priest sighed softly: "That's well said. Don't be deceived by the weakness exposed by the King of Bronze and Fire. The real dragons are perfect, whether in strength or wisdom."

"The Black King and the White King are the representatives."

"Their only flaw is that they are too proud. But the reason why they are proud is because they control the truth of the world."

"Why are you not proud when you hold the power that can easily change the world?"

"Principal Ange, maybe one day you will see the most terrifying side of the Dragon Clan."

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Angers sat under the skylight.

He had been sitting there since morning, while the vice-principal took the priest to visit the college early.

The sun was about to set, and the patio was full of mottled shadows. Angers' face was a mixture of light and dark. The squirrels were lying on the bookshelf in twos and threes, looking at him, not daring to get close. They also realized that the owner here suddenly changed. He was no longer the amiable old man exuding the fragrance of books, but became dignified and solemn.

He suddenly remembered Lu Mingfei's painting during the 3E exam.

And an old friend in the painting.

Yes, the most terrifying thing about the dragon clan is not the spirit of speech or alchemy, nor the dragon body that covers the sky and the sun, but the wisdom that is superior to humans!

That wisdom that can easily play with people's hearts in the palm of your hand!

They have infinite lifespans, and it is too easy to understand humans. Not only that, they also master things that humans dream of.

Such as strength, such as...lifespan.