Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Ah sneeze!"

Deep in the dilapidated alley.

The roadside was piled with debris, the hotel door was crooked, and there was no one around. The place seemed remote and desolate.

The man sniffed and cursed who the hell was scolding me in private.

He squatted at the door of the hotel, with a few cigarette butts scattered at his feet. It seemed that he would not be here for a while.

He stood up and crushed the cigarette butts on the ground. There was a rush of footsteps behind him in the hotel, and a group of men in suits and sunglasses filed out.

"Boss, we searched every corner. The person ran away yesterday, but we found from the hotel surveillance that this guy once stared at the map hanging on the wall of the lobby on the first floor for a long time, and specifically asked the boss What’s the nearest city further east?”

The leading man stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

The man turned to look at him and said with an unkind expression: "Old Qi, were you scolding me in private just now?"

Lao Qi was stunned and said with a grimace: "Boss, how dare I? Besides, I'm scolding you for no reason. It doesn't make sense. You might as well say that Brother Six is ​​scolding you for not saving him for so long. "

Nissos spat and cursed: "Bah! Even if I want to save him, I have to know where this bastard was caught! He's so fucking stupid, don't tell me, it's really possible that this bastard is scolding me. ."

Lao Qi shrugged.

"You just said that the man named Bradley ran away again?"

"Well, we suspect that he went east. Should we follow him?"

"After chasing him all the way, what do you think of this kid's counter-reconnaissance awareness?" Nisos suddenly asked.

Lao Qi fully affirmed and said in a tone of appreciation: "It's quite strong. It took a master like me several days to figure out his movements. He has been one step late three times in a row. A slow step means a slow step." ."

Nissos said deeply: "Then don't you think he exposed too many flaws this time?"

Lao Qi said seriously: "Boss, are you saying that he did it deliberately? To create an illusion for the trackers? According to this logical inference, it is very likely that he ran to the west."

Nissos asked back: "Then how do you know that he didn't deliberately put on a show to make you think that his real destination is in the west?"

"..."

Lao Qi feels a little sore. According to this logic, there will be no results until tomorrow morning.

"What do you mean?" Lao Qi asked tentatively.

Nissos pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "Go east! There is a saying in China, I am the only one who is undefeated when the sun rises in the east! Just look to the east and see what you like!"

Lao Qi suddenly realized that the boss didn't have any high opinions, but simply wanted to show his presence as a leader...

"Boss, Kassel has gradually caught up with them. If we continue to pursue them, we may have to confront them." Lao Qi thought for a while and reminded Nissos.

Nissos took out a cigarette and glanced at Lao Qi, who quickly stepped forward to light it for him.

Nissos took a deep breath, and as the smoke was exhaled, he said calmly: "Afraid of Mao, there are only a few people in Cassel worthy of our attention. If we keep an eye on it, it will be fine. Besides, if we don't look for it, Where are we going? Our hometown has been occupied, and we won’t let you go back to the Elder’s Hall to guard the house. How can we do it if we don’t find someone?”

Lao Qi said indifferently: "If you ask me, we can just go to Hawaii for vacation. What should come will eventually come. If the one in the legend really wants to find us, even if we hide in the temple, it will be useless. Instead of hiding, It’s better to be open-minded and do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

Nissos was stunned: "Old Qi, you have a very high level of ideological awareness."

"It all depends on the boss's teachings!" Lao Qi is well versed in the principle of flattery and flattery.

Nissos was lost in thought for a while, his cigarette butt flickering on and off, as if he was thinking about whether Lao Qi's suggestion was feasible. After a long time, he dropped the cigarette at his feet, crushed it hard, and said decisively:

"You still have to find someone!"

Lao Qi was silent for a while, lowered his voice, and said with some worry: "Boss, to be honest, I feel more and more recently that someone is deliberately guiding us forward. I'm afraid that boy named Bradley is a bait. He may not even be himself. Know your true situation.”

Nissos said calmly: "I know, but Bradley is bait, we are also bait, everyone is bait, it depends on who is the best holding the fishing rod."

Lao Qi's pupils shrank suddenly, are they also bait? !

No wonder! He finally understood why the boss refused to retreat. It turned out that he was already riding a tiger with difficulty!

"Although I don't like the old guy Edjo, he is still trustworthy in this regard. This old guy is nothing but a wily one in his lifetime." Nissos said lightly, "Don't think too much, it's time. Don’t think about retreating at this step, and don’t worry too much, just do whatever you have to do.”

"Boss...can we really not retreat?" Lao Qi's face looked a little pale.

Nissos smiled and said: "Where to retreat? This world is both big and small, and everything we have comes from the Presbyterian Church. This is a refuge and a prison. Don't think that the world is big and you can live anywhere. When you leave the Presbyterian Church, you will You will find out what it means to be in a difficult situation. I used to do this job of running away from home and becoming independent, but now I can’t because the war is about to start.”

He patted Lao Qi on the shoulder and whispered: "Go to work, try your best to protect yourself, tell the brothers not to work too hard, just run away if you can't beat them, there is no shame."

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…

"Nithos?"

"Yes, Nissos." Mars added, "In addition, the purpose of this blood tube is not to suppress Odin, but to give him a warning."

Pompeii nodded thoughtfully and asked: "If I guessed correctly, your real intention of coming to Odin is to get information about Avalon from Odin, right? How far has your journey to become a god come? Which step is it?”

"It's more than that, but you will know it soon." Mars shook his head and said, "With modern technology, we can copy the so-called emperor's blood in large quantities, and Herzog is one of our experiments. Genetically engineered At one time, we thought we were gaining insight into the essence of life, but as we deepened, we increasingly felt that advanced species cannot be copied. All our clones can never surpass the source of genes, and the level of life shows a downward trend. ."

Pompeo said: "Have you ever tried to clone yourself?"

"Yes." Mars gave an affirmative answer, "But without exception, they all failed. We cannot clone ourselves, and we cannot even fully analyze our own genetic code. I originally did not hesitate to change the plan of the Presbyterian Council. Recruiting Herzog, he is a genius in this regard, but it is a pity that he does not know the heights of the world and failed to live up to my expectations."

"Will Herzog's plan really work?" Pompeo narrowed his eyes and asked, "Can a hybrid really usurp the king's fetal blood in this way, and use it to jump up to the top level of life? ?”

"Do you think this is too easy?" Mars asked.

"Yes, it's like a poor boy from the country came to the palace, stole the king's crown while he was sleeping, put it on, and then replaced the king and became the new king of the kingdom." Pompeii said slowly.

Mars laughed and said: "It sounds very simple indeed, but how a poor boy from the countryside can enter the palace and find the crown in the heavily guarded palace is the most difficult part."

"You misunderstood what I meant." Pompey said seriously, "The crown is the symbol of the king, but it is not the whole thing. It does not mean that just anyone who wears the crown is the king. If anyone wears the crown, he is the king. The king's Power comes entirely from the crown, so the noble thing is no longer the 'king', but the crown. In this matter, the king's fetal blood is the crown, and the dragon clan is the 'king'. Whoever gets the fetal blood is the king. King, then the so-called advanced species of the Dragon Clan, claiming to be the gods of the world, is nothing but a joke."

Mars' pupils slowly dilated, and he understood what Pompeii meant. This novel angle that he had never thought of made him fall into silence at this moment.

When these words reached the ears of any other member of the Presbyterian Church, the other party would be furious and denounce Pompeii's transgression.

"Herzog can indeed control the power of the White King in a short period of time, because the fetal blood is pushing him to evolve into the new White King, but the White King's spirit will last forever. He thought he could avoid the White King in this way. The consciousness awakens in his own body, but in fact it can only be delayed. His soul level is too far behind that of King Bai, and King Bai will eventually wake up in his body and return to the world."

"Oh, I just said it shouldn't be that simple." Pompeii smiled, "So this is what those old guys and Gurweig were talking about back then? Will Caesar also face this problem?"

Mars was still immersed in Pompei's previous remarks. Although he gave an explanation to refute Pompei's remarks, he felt that something was wrong for some reason and tried to find something that made him feel uneasy. At this moment, he suddenly heard Pompeii's new question, Mars finally realized that he had been tricked without paying attention.

He glanced at Pompeii blankly, sighing at the cunningness of this human being.

He was worthy of being the one he had chosen. In terms of perspective, if it was not him but Nissus who came this time, he might have been sold and would still happily go hand in hand with Pompeii and call him brother.

"I don't know exactly how they persuaded or forced Gurweig, but my guess is similar." Mars said with deep meaning, "Generally speaking, your son's chance of success is still very high. The reason is that I I told you a long time ago, the Black King’s spirit has long since escaped.”

"That's it for the small talk. If we continue chatting, the tomb owner will probably become anxious."

Mars ended the conversation with a chuckle, and he slowly stroked the vine-like patterns carved on the surface of the sarcophagus.

Who would have thought that in this small tomb, one of the most famous ancient monarchs in human history, King Arthur, would be buried.

"Be careful."

Mars gave a final warning in a low voice. He held a corner of the coffin lid and pushed it slowly. At this moment, Mars' body surface began to transform into a dragon. The vision of dragon transformation broke the mountaineering clothes, and the thick and majestic pressure squeezed out like mercury. Pressed inside this tomb, it was obvious that even with his normal strength, he could not push the coffin lid.

As the coffin lid moved inch by inch, a sound of fingernails scraping against the glass gradually echoed into the tomb. It was subtle and inaudible at first, and then gradually lingered around the ears like an evil ghost.

Even though it was Mars, he also had a slightly stern look on his face. He would never dare to look down upon an ancient king who had come into contact with that lady like Odin, especially since this ancient king was suspected of harboring Odin's consciousness.

The coffin lid was pushed halfway, and the night pearl in the tomb illuminated the scene inside the coffin. The man lying in the coffin seemed to be sleeping after thousands of years. His face was clean and tidy, and he had dazzling blond hair like the sun. , his expression was peaceful and peaceful, without any abnormality.

But Pompeii's eyes changed as he took a step closer, and he suddenly flashed behind Mars.

This king, who looked peaceful as if he was sleeping, had his hands folded in front of his chest, but his fingers were full of stone chips!

The scratching sound of nails just now came from him!

"Should I call you Arthur Pendragon, or..."

Mars tilted the test tube with a dark look and poured the blood into the man's lips.

At this moment, the smell of blood filled the tomb. The man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, revealing his bloody golden eyes. His expression suddenly changed from peaceful and peaceful to ferocious and majestic. He tried hard to get up, but for some reason he couldn't move. The blood flowed on his lips. The blood seeped into it bit by bit, and he roared like a furious dragon.

"Odin?"

Mars slowly said the last two words.

This moment.

It was as if everything calmed down in an instant, and all the roars and ferociousness receded from the man's face. He still opened his eyes, his blood-colored golden pupils majestic and cold, just like a sleeping monarch waking up to see the traitor who broke into his palace.

Mars' eyes were full of solemnity. When the man removed his hands from his chest, a hole running through the front and back was exposed in front of him, and he could clearly see the dripping flesh and blood.

King Arthur is the second hybrid species to reach the level of the first generation species. A wound that cannot be recovered even with the recovery power of the first generation species. The weapon that caused the wound must have the concept of rules attached to it. This is the goal that Norton has pursued throughout his life, but even he The Seven Deadly Sins, the pinnacle of them all, are at a level that cannot be reached.

He finally understood why the lady kept King Arthur here and also stored so many "Caesar's Stars" in this tomb.

"Answer me a few questions, Odin. In return, I will bring you more blood of Nissus, who was Pandion back then." Mars said softly.

The man lying in the coffin looked at Mars coldly.

A strange voice came from his mouth, as if two voices overlapped, and it was strange as if two different people were speaking at the same time.

"You have the wrong person. There is no Odin here, and there is no Arthur Pendragon. Besides, you are Mars, and I remember you."

Mars frowned. The strange state of the person in front of him was beyond his expectation. He had never seen Arthur Pendragon. He must be Odin who remembered him, but he did not feel the slightest aura of Odin. and mental fluctuations.

"What he means is that he is Odin Pendragon now." Pompeii poked his head out from behind him, gave a thumbs up and said, "Good job!"

Mars was speechless, and the man in the coffin looked at Pompeii coldly, as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Whoever you are, you have to answer a few questions for me."

Mars stared at the man in the coffin and said word by word, "You built the Hall of Valor and collected outstanding Black King blood descendants because only the Black King blood descendants are qualified to be the carrier of your power. Then why did you You want to mass strangle the blood descendants of the Black King that you created before disappearing? This doesn’t make sense.”

"And is Merlin actually Loki?"

"What did you do after you killed the second generation Nidhogg?"

Facing a series of questions from Mars, the man lying in the coffin remained silent. His face gradually became distorted, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and also showing a ferocious look as if he had reached a dead end!

"I am...their..."

"……god……"

"……king……"

"God...will never abandon his people!"