Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Soul?" Herzog showed great interest.

He spent a lifetime researching, found proof of the existence of the Dragon Clan, and developed a method of cloning the emperor's blood. He considered himself to be involved in the research of dragon blood, but he never knew that there was such a vague term as "soul" in the inheritance of the Dragon Clan.

"Is there really a soul in this world?" Herzog asked humbly.

And Mars also showed great cooperation. He seemed to have no intention of hiding these secrets from Herzog, but was looking forward to it.

"Doctor, you have already experienced the process of creating life. Have you never discovered the moment when the fire of life is ignited?"

Create life? Are you referring to those cloned products?

Herzog pondered, recalling the experiments at Black Swan, but never recalled any suspicious process.

Mars continued: "Doctor, do you know the most direct division between life and death?"

"Human medicine can divide death into two types. The first is when the heart stops beating and breathing is cut off. The second is brain death." Mars raised his hand and tapped his forehead. "Only death here is the real death." The person is dead. The brain stops functioning, the consciousness gradually dissipates, and the self ceases to exist. Only at this point is death in the true sense."

Herzog narrowed his eyes and said: "Assuming that there really is a soul, after death, does the soul dissipate with the dissipation of conscious self, or does it go somewhere?"

He suddenly thought of the "immortality" of the Dragon King, or rather the "immortality" of the entire pure-blooded dragon species.

As long as the cocoon is prepared in advance, even if the dragon dies, it will still be reborn in a new cocoon.

He didn't know this information before, so he missed the most precious egg hidden in the dragon's body in the black swan. If he could have obtained that egg back then, his experimental progress could have been greatly improved. He might have used it Analyze the secrets of the Dragon King.

After learning this information from within the Sheqi Eight Family, he also doubted the accuracy of the news and even made several conjectures, but without exception there were loopholes that could not be reconciled.

And now, he learned an astonishing statement from the person in front of him - soul.

Assuming that the reason why the dragons are immortal lies in their souls, then many things can be explained. The mixed-races in the past have never really killed them. The mixed-races only killed the bodies of the dragons, but they never killed the dragons. The fundamental [soul] causes damage.

As long as they are given time to regenerate their bodies, they can still come back.

Assuming that this line of thinking continues, Herzog couldn't help but start to think about the truth about the Dragon Clan's cocoon. Is this some kind of method similar to cloning?

The dragon clan left cloned embryos based on themselves at the beginning. After death, their souls were re-injected into the prepared embryos to give birth to the living body again.

Herzog's eyes flashed. If this is true, then it proves that the dragon family's true immortality is not the body, but the soul!

Are dragons essentially spiritual creatures? !

"No one knows." Mars spread his hands, "We believe that every living thing in the world will ignite the fire of life at the moment when consciousness is born, which is the source of the soul, but no one has ever known the whereabouts of the soul after death. "

"What about the dragons?" Herzog asked, "So many dragons have died in the past thousands of years, are they all just fake deaths? As far as I know, alchemical weapons can really kill the dragons, making it impossible for them to be resurrected."

"Doctor, when discussing intelligence, don't you think the source of the intelligence should be discussed first?" Mars said with a half-smile, "Who do you think came from the saying that alchemical weapons can really kill dragons? In ancient times, A hybrid? Don’t be ridiculous, what ability do they have to verify whether the dragon family is really dead?”

"My clan will be sleeping for hundreds of years and thousands of years. When the blood descendants of our clan come back to the world again, the enemies from back then will be nothing but a pile of bones."

Mars said slowly: "Alchemy weapons can indeed severely damage the souls of dragons. That's because the alchemy weapons themselves breed living creatures. But to truly kill pure-blood dragons, unless they have not prepared a cocoon in advance and lose their physical attachment, The dragon clan can only become a lonely ghost, either losing itself in a long time, or being devoured by the same clan."

"Sounds like losing yourself is also death?"

"Self-awakening is the proof of existence. In our world, losing yourself is equal to death." Mars lamented, "Most dragons end up losing themselves and can never come back."

"Can you devour the souls of your own kind?"

"This is a way for the Dragon Clan to strengthen itself." Mars said with a smile, "It is also the origin of countless wars."

Herzog pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said: "What about the Seven Deadly Sins? According to the information we have, Norton created the Seven Deadly Sins just to end his seven brothers and sisters. This is enough to prove that the alchemy sword of the Seven Deadly Sins level can Really kill the Dragon King.”

"Seven deadly sins..."

When it comes to this set of alchemical knives, even Mars is a little silent.

"This is the ultimate expression of Norton's alchemy. Norton kills metal with fire and then resurrects it. During the process, he infuses spiritual elements and cultivates seven living creatures. This allows this set of swords to directly attack the spirit of dragons. It is also an incredible alchemy tool in the history of the Dragon Clan.”

"So, can the Seven Deadly Sins really kill dragons?" Herzog thought, "This set of swords is in the hands of the Secret Party. It seems that the Secret Party is still our biggest enemy."

"There are no eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests." Mars said leisurely, "As long as the radicals among them are eliminated, the Secret Party may not cooperate with us. What's more, we have placed chess pieces in the Secret Party."

"Oh?" Herzog said in surprise, "Has your tentacles already extended into the secret party?"

"The Summer Mourning incident was planned by us." Mars said with a smile.

Herzog couldn't help but be in awe.

The Summer Mourning incident directly changed the structure of the Secret Party, ruining a group of the most elite members a hundred years ago, and creating the legend of Hilbert Jean Angers.

"Doctor, we need your intelligence to help us overcome the final hurdle. We have been waiting for a genius like you for a long time." Mars said with a sincere expression, "Don't you want to see the ultimate in the world? That is not genetic cloning. areas that can be reached.”

"The ultimate of the world..." Herzog was silent for a moment, "The existence greater than the Dragon King that you mentioned earlier, could it be the so-called ultimate?"

Mars sneered: "Dragon King? Doctor, you have to understand that the so-called Dragon King's name is just a bone thrown by the Black King to us to fight for. No matter how much it is, I can't reveal it to you now, but if you are willing Join us, I am willing to open the secret of the Dragon Clan to you. This is a secret that has been hidden for tens of thousands of years. There are no written records, and only those who have experienced it are still engraved in their hearts."

Herzog slowly stretched out his hand and said cheerfully: "Your Excellency has already mentioned this, why should I refuse to join such a great and ancient organization?"

Mars held his hand and smiled: "Doctor, you won't regret it."

Herzog licked his dry lower lip and said with twinkling eyes: "Of course. By the way, I remember your Excellency told me not long ago... You are forming a political party? Are you planning to use a coup to rule the world again?"

"This is the gentlest way. We don't want to cause resistance from all mankind. Human beings will be very good slaves, especially smart people like the Doctor." Mars laughed, "Of course, I am not talking about the Doctor. You are the poor people who have never touched the reality of the world."

"Let me rehearse it for you, Doctor." Mars walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtain. The color of the sky and the earth changed, the sea breeze swept through the city, and the sound of tsunami rumbled in the distance.

“Let’s just say Japan is an example.”

"The nature of human beings is actually a fragile and herd-like creature. The so-called civilization and reason are only based on a prosperous life. Once they encounter suffering and setbacks and lose hope for tomorrow, they will lose their way."

"And now... comes the suffering."

"Have you seen this catastrophe, doctor? Humanity has dangerous weapons like nuclear weapons, but it has never had the ability to resist natural disasters. In the face of this disaster, Japan's old political system is simply unable to save the country, and no political party can save these Poor people, people will put their hope in illusory heroes after being disappointed with the government."

"At times like this, it's our turn to take the stage."

"As long as we can show that we have the ability to save them, we only need to raise our arms and these disoriented humans will surround us and become our loyal believers."

"In the midst of a catastrophe, mankind will look forward to a powerful savior." Mars lamented, "We can use our words and spirits to create regional natural disasters in large quantities, and we can also save people from dire straits. Ruling Japan is only the first step, we They will start wars all over the world, take over power secretly or openly, run for president, or become a warlord in a certain region. In this way, all the power of the world will fall into our hands."

Herzog's smile never diminished and he said: "Your Excellency Mars, you seem to be thinking in a human way of thinking?"

Mars smiled back and said: "Why not? I like human beings very much. They are so despicable, shameless, and unscrupulous, but they can always win. I like winning, no matter how it is."

"Yes." Herzog said sincerely, "As long as you can stand at the end, despicability can be beautified into nobility."

"Your Excellency Mars, I am actually very curious about the history of the dragon clan, but I have never had the opportunity to contact it. Can you tell me the reason for the fall of the Black King?" Herzog said seriously, "I I want to know how such a great creature died?"

Mars suppressed a smile and looked at Herzog thoughtfully.

The latter looked at him without flinching and smiled.

Mars withdrew his gaze and looked out the window at the magnificent changes in the sky.

He knew that Herzog was only referring to the Black King, but the Elders were afraid of the Black King who had seized the power of the earthly monarch, but never respected him or feared him.

At this moment, Mars' eyes were slightly absent-minded, and he was actually caught in the memories of the past, and was reminded of some ancient thoughts.

Such a great creature, almost the ultimate in the world, finally fell under the conspiracy. It's really...ridiculous.

But whether it was ridiculous or mocking, from then on, Mars no longer believed that pure power was the truth.

There are too many ways to kill someone, and killing with force can only be one of them.

He glanced at Herzog lightly, knowing that this man still had not given up the opportunity to become the White King.

This man still believed that as long as he inherited the authority of the White King, he could command the world and become the only supreme being in the world.

It’s really hilarious.

"Doctor, do you know what kind of king the ministers hate the most?"

"Oh?" Herzog said with interest, "I have studied the history of world emperors. In China, the most murderous monarch is often called the 'Wudi'. In addition, in order to maintain his nascent authority, the founding emperor would always make a violent show of force before his death. Kill with special force. If you want to say what I hate most about my ministers, it is probably cruelty, bloodthirsty and moody?"

Since ancient times, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. When you are with a cruel, murderous and moody king, you are always in danger of losing your life.

"Cruel and bloodthirsty? Moody?" Mars smiled half-smilingly, with a mocking look on his face, "Doctor, we are the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan world only uses swords to speak. We use swords to maintain laws, rather than using laws to restrict swords."

Herzog was not annoyed at all and said with a smile: "Sorry, I almost forgot."

"We are never afraid of him holding a butcher's knife. What we are afraid of is that he never wields a knife." Mars said quietly, "That Your Majesty... He sits too high, too high, so high that we can't even look up. It’s such an extravagant hope, how can we…not rebel?”

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Akira Sakurai waded in the warm river water. The water was covered with dense fog, and the lotus flowers floated from upstream to downstream, like rootless duckweeds.

He walked all the way back along the river. The river was not deep and the water was very clear. The bottom of the river was covered with round pebbles. It was very comfortable to step on the pebbles with bare feet.

He looked down and could see small fish swimming around his ankles.

Sakurai Akira didn't know where this was. In his memory, he seemed to be preparing to take a last nap, but he didn't expect to be here when he opened his eyes again.

The melodious sound of the violin has been faintly heard from the upper reaches of the river, so sad and so pure.

Akira Sakurai followed the sound of the violin and walked upstream of the river. When he passed through the white mist shrouding the river, a majestic ancient bronze temple stood in front of him.

He looked up, but was shocked to find that the top of the palace could not be seen. This ancient palace stood here as if it was rooted in the earth and connected to the sky.

The melodious sound of the violin came from behind the door.

After a brief hesitation, Sakurai Akira placed his hands on the bronze door. He had no way out and could not find an exit, so he could only try to move forward.

He tried to push the door, but to his surprise, the door had already been opened with a rumble before he exerted any force.

The dazzling sunlight streamed on his face through the crack in the door, making him unable to open his eyes for a while.

When he got used to the brightness and opened his eyes, the figure standing at the top of the hall suddenly came into view.

Akira Sakurai stood there blankly, looking at the figure sitting on the throne in disbelief.

Is that... sir? !

A red sun hangs above the main hall, like a crown of the sun above the head. The densest fire element in the world is condensed here, blooming with countless rays of light, illuminating this ancient palace.

Under the bright sun, on the highest throne in the world, the man held his face with one hand and slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were filled with the most intense gilt gold, and his majesty filled every corner of the world the moment he woke up.

That moment.

In a trance, Sakurai Akira saw the sky, the earth, and the ocean in a solid state...

In this gray-white world where everything is frozen, only the single towering figure has colorful colors.

He stood under the sun, walked in the most primitive years, bowed his head and saw all the phenomena of heaven and earth.

Behind him, huge pale dragon wings spread out, as if completely covering the entire sky, sheltering the world under the dragon wings.

From then on, there were no more sun, moon and stars in the sky.

Belated Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~

I couldn't go back to my hometown due to the epidemic, so I slept for a long time, and then had a meal alone and watched a movie alone in the evening. I came back a little late (scratching my head)