Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Are you talking about the Immortal Legion of the ancient Persian Empire, or the dead and alive things in the ice cellar?" the vice-principal pondered.

"Don't mention those monsters in the ice cellar, I never thought that we could defeat the Black King with those things." Angers frowned, "Legend has it that the royal family of the ancient Persian Empire had an army of immortals with a total number of 10,000 people. This is a very powerful force. A mythical legion. It is said that each warrior has the characteristic of immortality. They are only interested in killing and can recover on their own no matter how seriously injured they are."

The vice-principal continued slowly: "From an orthodox historical perspective, this is because they are extremely well-trained warriors, and they will definitely win when they enter the battlefield, just like Yue Fei's Beiwei Army in ancient China, the best of the best. , a few hundred people dare to challenge tens of thousands of people, and the small number of casualties will be made up by the reserves immediately. But in the legend of the Persian Empire, these warriors have amazing self-healing abilities, and they are 'immortal'."

"Deadpool." Ange said coldly, "It is not impossible to control Deadpool. Pure-blood dragons can have certain control over Deadpool based on their bloodline advantages alone. 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 generation emperor of the Sheqi family turned pale at this moment. He stared directly at Angers and asked: "Do you doubt that Herzog can control Deadpool?"

Ange felt an inexplicable jump in his heart and denied: "I am not so suspicious. I was just curious about how far he has reached in genetic engineering."

The vice-principal said with rare seriousness: "This guy is definitely a genius, but he just took a wrong path. The emperor that you Sheqi family has been waiting for can be mass-produced in his hands."

Uesugoshi seemed not to have heard what they said, and seemed to be talking to himself: "In the Night Food Plain alone, there are thousands of hunting animals equivalent to Deadpools, not counting the Deadpools who are sleeping in Takamagahara. If the enemy could control them..."

Everyone shuddered at the same time, as if the darkness swallowing up the world was falling on their heads.

"This..." Fingel scratched his head and broke the silence. His eyes were sincere and he said, "It seems okay, right? No matter whether Herzog can control it or not, we will have to face these monsters in the end. No matter what Whatever you do, just cut it and it’s done.”

Angers was silent and did not answer. The vice-principal said with a gloomy look: "It depends on how much control they can have. Can the guerrilla generals stand up to the regular army?"

Fingel suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands suddenly and said: "By the way, I heard from Ninja-chan that that guy can control the Deadpool he created through some kind of banging sound."

"The sound of clappers?" Angers asked in shock, "Is he imitating the Indian flute player and snake charmer?"

"Very good, it sounds like we can turn the tables by grabbing his flute. We don't need the refined sulfur bombs anymore and can just play the flute and send the deadpools back." The vice principal puffed up his stomach and was sure of victory.

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

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

"Brain surgery?"

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

Ange's eyes twitched.

Historically, the Secret Party used "lobotomy" to cleanse those with dangerous bloodlines. The Secret Party's history is by no means clean, at least not cleaner than the Sheqi Eight Family. Their essence is still a violent organization.

From ancient times when blood sacrifices were prevalent, to the dark Middle Ages, to the radical industrial age, and finally into modern society, their history cannot all conform to today's moral norms.

"If this is the method, then the only thing he can control is the Deadpool that he created with his own hands." Deputy Minister Carl said loudly, ruling out the possibility of a regular Deadpool army for everyone.

"How many Deadpools does he have in his hands?" Angers looked at Fingel.

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

The faces of several people suddenly became ugly. This was an extremely terrifying number.

"I don't think the doctor will have many usable Deadpools on his hands." Deputy Minister Carl pushed up his glasses, as if a light flashed, "Deadpools have a great need for food, and they only eat fresh blood. , he can’t afford to raise too many.”

"We must not let Herzog escape from our hands. Even if he dies, he will die in Tokyo." Angers said suddenly, with a solemn expression.

He walked to the window, looked at the darkening sky, and said softly: "I have a hunch that this doctor still hides many secrets."

The vice-principal walked up to him with his belly in his arms, his lips moved, and he murmured in a voice that only Ange could hear: "Why do I think Mingfei is such a crazy kid? Are you sure you have no contact with him?"

Angers made no answer.

The vice-principal narrowed his eyes and did not pursue the question any further. They all had their own secrets, which was normal. Everyone had a secret, even his only remaining student Fingel.

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

He was just curious. What Uesugoshi said last time was right. Anger was a sharp folding knife that could cut off everything, whether it was disaster, sadness, cause and effect, 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 would rush in front of the three goddesses of fate and cut off the thread of fate with one knife. Would this kind of man believe in fate?

But the strange thing is that Angers only has faith in a certain illusory thread of fate.

The name of this destiny is Lu Mingfei.

"The person I choose... will personally end the tens of thousands of years of entanglement between us and the Dragon Clan." Angers raised his head and looked through the window at the thick cumulonimbus clouds in the distance 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 through the tranquility of the city!

High-decibel sound waves are passed from station to station!

Someone sounded the air raid siren. Within ten seconds, the piercing siren echoed throughout the huge city of Tokyo.

Air raid sirens are the most serious urban warnings. Using air raid sirens means that it is too late to warn citizens through television and radio, and danger will come in an instant!

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

He took out his mobile phone, and on it was an alert sent by the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau to all citizens.

He read out the warning content word by word: "Dear citizens, please note that an unprecedentedly powerful tsunami is about to enter Tokyo Bay. Citizens living in coastal areas are requested to evacuate immediately. Citizens who cannot evacuate in time are asked to evacuate in basements or buildings." High-level executives are hiding.”

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

He heard a rumble from afar, like thunder, and no other sound could be heard between heaven and earth.

The table corners in the conference room shook violently.

"Let's set off and target the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau." Angers said every word in a loud voice like wind and thunder.

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The sound of the helicopter's propeller obscured everything, but Yuan Zhisheng could still clearly see the thick dark clouds quickly spreading toward Tokyo from the direction of Tokyo Bay.

It is expected that in a few minutes, Tokyo's long-lost sunny skies will disappear, and billowing cumulonimbus clouds will cover Tokyo and bring violent storms.

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, but were later reclaimed to create land. If this catastrophe cannot be overcome, the land that was once robbed by humans will return to the embrace of the sea.

Maybe it will be repaid a thousand times.

Maybe this is the destiny of the time.

Yuan Zhisheng sat in the cabin and thought boredly.

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

"Thank you for your hard work." Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, "Then you can return to the city and help the citizens in need."

"yes!"

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

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

"It can drastically change the climate and environment in a short period of time. Even if it doesn't wake up, it's probably not far away." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.

"But aren't you here just to kill God?" The driver looked at him with burning eyes, his eyes full of hope, "If it were you, it would definitely be possible, right?"

In front of the cabin door, a long black trench coat was flying in the air. He stood in the strong wind and looked down at the sky and the earth. He suddenly chuckled: "Yes, I am the head of the eight Sheqi families. I came here just to kill the god."

Gold like molten iron flowed from his pores, and he jumped down in the strong wind with two ghost-killing swords!

Gen Zhisheng was walking in the mountains and forests. The ninja army hidden in the woods knelt on one knee to meet him when he passed by the hiding place. He walked through the mountain paths filled with fallen leaves and came to the end of everything.

Shizuo Miyamoto, who had been waiting for a long time, bowed and said: "To report to you, parents, we are just one step away!"

"Let's get started." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, "I will hold the battle for you."

"Yes!" Miyamoto turned around enthusiastically and ran towards the super excavator himself to open the final door to hell.

Yuan Zhisheng stood with his two swords in hand, his eyes slightly lowered. He could feel the dragon's blood boiling all over his body, and his skin was extremely itchy, as if there were scales coming out from underneath.

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

This is the power of dragon blood. As the emperor, he cannot bear the heavy responsibility of the family, so he can only turn into a ghost.

——What exactly is justice? How much can a person pay to protect an important person?

What a great question.

If it were me now, I would probably be able to give you the answer.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were dim, 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 walked back and forth with nostalgia as if he were admiring exquisite works of art.

"Dr. Herzog, you are really a genius. It took you just a few decades to catch up with our progress over thousands of years." Mars sincerely praised, but then said with extreme regret, "But you Wrong way."

"Oh?" Herzog smiled, "May I ask what wrong path you are pointing to?"

"Of course he is trying to usurp everything from the White King with his own body." Mars narrowed his eyes and said, "I won't hide it from you now. Some things were revealed to you last time. Everything you are doing is The conjecture of one of us.”

Herzog's smile continued: "It sounds like you and Mr. Bondarev, who guided me in the direction, are not from the same faction."

Mars half-smiled and said, "Isn't this obvious? Only hybrids who don't know the heights of the world will have the ambition to reach the sky in one step and constantly try to usurp the throne of God."

"Doctor, you are right about one thing." Mars smiled, "The king's fetal blood does contain the essence of dragon power. The plan Bondarev gave you is right on this point, and your idea is also true. That’s right, you won’t let the holy bones parasitize directly, but inherit the king’s fetal blood through blood exchange in the container. If everything goes well, you will indeed be able to give birth to King Bai’s body.”

Herzog narrowed his eyes and said, "But Your Excellency, you think that I am destined to fail?"

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

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

"Of course I didn't forget it. Unfortunately, I didn't get any useful genes from the dead dragon." Herzog regretted.

He still remembered this. All the cells carrying genetic information in the dragon in Swan Harbor died, from the brain to the nerve endings.

"This is a kind of self-protection of the dragons." 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, absolutely wrong. The meaning of life is infinitely broader than the information of genes.”

"Where do you think today's hybrids came 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 true dragon king, or even a species more noble than the dragon king!"

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

Mars spoke the last two words forcefully in a low and slow tone.

The air suddenly stagnated, as if it was sinking suddenly under the weight of these two words.