Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Do you have any distinguishing characteristics among the blood descendants of the Black King? How do you tell them apart, Yan Ling?"

There was a brief silence in the room, and Henkel was a little confused. Is Fingel the blood descendant of the Black King?

To be honest, in the field of mixed race, it is difficult to distinguish who is the direct descendant of whom. The word "mixed race" is enough to explain everything.

To give the simplest example, the boy's parents are descendants of earth and mountains, bronze and fire, while the girl's parents are descendants of sky and wind, ocean and water. So what is the birth of these two? Fourth-line mixed blood?

It took thousands of years for the hybrid species to become a veritable "hybrid", not only a mixture of humans and dragons, but also a mixture of dragon blood.

Therefore, the awakening of the spirit of the mixed race is also very random. Maybe the parents have the spirit of ocean and water, but the children have the spirit of bronze and fire.

Usually, the source of blood of mixed races is distinguished by their awakened spirit.

Fingel frowned and said: "Based on the judgment of the spirit of words? But the bloodline origin of the [Bronze Throne] is not uniform in history. Some say it is bronze and fire, while others say it is directly related to the Black King."

"It's not the Word Spirit. In a sense, all dragons are derived from the Black King, so any mixed race can be considered a descendant of the Black King. It's just a matter of purity and has nothing to do with the awakened Word Spirit." Dragon said, "The Black King's descendant There is no physical difference from other mixed-race species.”

"Then how did you tell that I am a descendant of the Black King?" Fingel said in astonishment.

"My word spirit is the blood-based Yueluo." The dragon said expressionlessly.

"But you clearly knew before..." Fingel suddenly reacted and said solemnly, "Are you also the owner of the Two-Word Spirit?"

The dragon nodded and said: "Black King blood descendants like you and me can basically become the owners of multi-verbal spirits with just one or two baptisms. This is a privilege that ordinary third-generation species may not have."

"With blood ties, how can we still identify blood lines?" Fingel asked doubtfully.

He remembered that there were several junior students in the academy whose words were from the bloodline, but at most they could only identify the existence of mixed-races in the vast sea of ​​people, and it was impossible to even detect which bloodline the other party belonged to.

"I don't know about others, but I can." The dragon said calmly.

Fingel was speechless, turned to look at Sheriff Henkel and said, "Mr. Sheriff, have you heard the rumors about the Black King's descendants?"

"On April 21, 1945, the Soviet Red Army opened a gene bank when they captured East Berlin." Henkel glanced at the ophthalmosaurs, looked at Fingel and said, "This is a gene bank established by scientists who invaded Germany. Ku, **Germany pursues racism. They firmly believe that the Aryans are the best race in the world, with first-class physical and mental abilities. Lower races such as the Jews should be exterminated..."

"I know, I looked through the files in the school ice cellar." Fingel interrupted Sheriff Henkel, then narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you want to say?"

Henkel continued: "Based on the data from that gene bank, we finally confirmed that the hybrids that can be found in Europe are all descendants of the four monarchs. All dragon genes can be divided into four categories, belonging to the four monarchs. Faction, we even discovered a fifth type of gene, but this type of gene was later confirmed to belong to the blood descendants of the White King of Japan, and there is no place for the blood descendants of the Black King."

Fingel pondered: "Is it possible that what they collected is not comprehensive, or maybe the blood descendants of the Black King are too rare?"

"It's possible, but there are other possibilities that are more likely." Henkel said lightly, "Do you still remember the massacre caused by the Summer Mourning? Don't forget, the real purpose of the German hybrids to create this gene bank is to rely on Science and technology recreate hybrids.”

It was as if thunder and lightning had torn away the haze in the sky tonight, and many things suddenly became clear.

Fingel was silent, how could he forget?

He also told Caesar and others about this matter when he was in Tokyo.

The direct cause of the Xia Mourning incident was the Qing government's attempt to eliminate several leaders of the secret party who supported the dethronement of the emperor.

After the Summer Mourning incident, the German power within the Secret Party was greatly reduced. They suddenly lost several elders, and even lost Menech Cassel, who was about to become the leader of the Secret Party.

The Cassel family, the strongest among the German mixed-race families, was directly eliminated as a result.

And this was not the end. Not long after that, the German mixed breeds suffered a large-scale massacre. Countless German mixed breed families almost lost their bloodline, leaving only three or two kittens and puppies.

The German mixed race, which once became the strongest force among mixed race races, fell from the altar in a short period of time.

The origin of that gene bank is also related to this incident. The remaining German mixed breeds were not willing to withdraw from the stage. They joined Hitler's command, attempting to seek revenge through war, and tried to use technological means to find another way to continue. The glory of the family.

As a "German country noble", Fingel knew this history in detail.

It can be said that there are not many people in the world who understand this history better than him.

"The Germans are the masters of this gene bank. If they want to cover up something, it would be too easy." Henkel whispered, "This is the first possibility. They have long discovered the sixth type of gene, which belongs to the Black King." Gene, but they covered it all up and sealed the secret completely, because at that time they no longer had the power to keep the secret. At the same time, they may also be afraid..."

"Afraid?" Fingel said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, they are indeed afraid. After discovering the secret of their own bloodline, they will naturally think that the root cause of the attack was the special bloodline they carry. "

Henkel said silently: "This is just a possibility, and it cannot be finalized yet."

Fingel didn't say anything, he just sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his hands and supporting his chin, thinking deeply.

He suddenly discovered that the Summer Mourning incident that year was probably not as simple as they first thought. It might not be a shuffle to seize the opportunity, but a long-planned plan.

The implications were deeper than he thought.

Was it really just because someone in the secret party supported the dethronement of the emperor that the people behind the scenes caused the Xia Mourning Incident?

Thinking about it this way, it really makes people feel chilly. They still underestimated the emergency that year.

"Why did Odin massacre the Black King's descendants?" Fingel suddenly asked.

The dragon was indifferent: "I don't know. No one knows what happened that year. I only know that the butcher knife that fell on our heads came so quickly."

"What exactly is the blood descendant of the Black King?" Fingel said softly, "Doesn't it mean that theoretically all mixed races can be regarded as the blood descendants of the Black King?"

"Although all mixed-race species can be classified as descendants of the Black King, we do not recognize this classification. Only those descendants who originally used the blood of the Black King to forcibly modify their genes and evolved into hybrids are recognized as descendants of the Black King. Descendants." The dragon paused and said in a low and proud voice, "We are humans who evolved on the bones of the Black King!"

Henkel sneered: "Evolution? Are you sure it's not pollution?"

The dragon looked at the sarcastic little guy and didn't look down upon him too much. It could smell the blood on this little guy. The strange-shaped weapon from before was definitely extraordinary. He was also a real warrior. .

"How old are you?" it asked.

"Me?" Henkel frowned, "More than a hundred, what's wrong?"

"How many humans who are over a hundred years old can still be like you? With your injuries, any human would have died long ago." The dragon said calmly, "The life level of the dragons is much higher than that of humans, and humans have evolved into hybrids. Seed is the evolution of life level, not degeneration, so how can there be pollution."

Henkel narrowed his eyes and said: "According to your logic, you should think that dragons are the most perfect creatures in the world, but you just said that in your era, hybrids have the highest status."

"The dragons are indeed advanced life forms that overwhelm humans in almost all aspects, but we have never completely denied the meaning of human existence." The dragons said firmly, "The emergence of the new gods has proven that the hybrid of humans and dragons is the The most perfect creature on earth!”

"I understand." Fingel raised his hand and couldn't help but marveled, "Are you a mixed-race supremacist in your feelings, or are you really that kind?"

Hearing this, Henkel opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head helplessly.

He understood the meaning behind Fingel's words and felt speechless because of it.

Whether it is some people on the secret party school board or some young people under Henkel, they all believe that hybrids are far better than humans and should lead humans and rule the world. This seems to be very similar to the guy in front of him, but But there are essential differences.

The former is based on the above view based on dragon blood. They do believe that hybrids are higher than humans, but they do not think that hybrids are higher than dragons. In their eyes, dragons are god-like existences, and they are trying to become new gods. .

But the latter... He not only believes that hybrids are higher than humans, but also that hybrids are higher than dragons!

He is pure hybrid supremacy!

Henkel and Fingel looked at each other and could sense each other's hidden meaning.

This guy who is suspected of being an ancient hybrid said something before - we are humans who evolved on the bones of the Black King.

They have seen dragons that completely despise humans, they have seen hybrids that look down on humans but are afraid of dragons, they have also seen hybrids that fight for humans and the world...

But I have never seen this type of hybrid who steps on the Black King's bones and claims to have surpassed the dragon race!

This is simply unbelievable, and it is hard to imagine how such a trend of thought was born in that era.

Judging from this person's attitude, this trend of thought seems to be very deep-rooted, affecting more than one or two people.

What he said before seemed to be no joke. In that era, hybrids were the leaders of the world, and humans and dragons were just their servants.

This subverted their worldview, and what caused all this...

"Who gave you the confidence to think that hybrids are even more noble than dragons?" Henkel said in a deep voice, "The new god Odin you just mentioned? Is he a hybrid?"

The dragon nodded and said: "The New God is the first hybrid in the world. It was he who joined forces with Zong and Heng to overthrow the rule of the Black King and ushered in the era of hybrids."

Fingel didn't speak. He had already heard everything about this history, except for the fact that "mixed races were the masters of this period."

What he was thinking about at the moment was what position Odin held in the eyes of hybrids back then.

"You respect Odin very much. I can hear it. Even if he slaughtered you before disappearing, you still respect him?" Fingel asked softly.

This time the dragon was silent for several minutes.

"You have never seen the chaos and darkness of that era, so naturally you cannot understand where our respect for him comes from." The dragon lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "You are lucky to be born in this era. Don't pursue it anymore. Those stories that should have been buried long ago, let those past events be sealed forever."

"But Odin is not dead yet." Fingel's calm words were like thunder.

Before Sheriff Hengao could be the first to be confused, the dragon who lowered his head suddenly raised his head. His golden eyes were so hot that they seemed to be flowing with lava. His expression was twisted and ferocious. It was an indescribable complex emotion. Some believers had feelings for the gods. The fanaticism, the hatred and pain of wanting to eat its flesh and drink its blood.

"What did you say?"

"The new god you are talking about may not be dead yet." Fingel said word by word, "One-eyed, mask, eight-legged horse, Kungunir... I saw him last year. Of course, as far as I know so far, According to the information, Odin is likely to have his power usurped by his brother Loki."

"Loki..." The dragon was lost for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said, "We have never heard that he has any relatives."

"This is the current point of conflict between our intelligence." Fingel said, "But this does not affect the answer that he is not dead."

The dragon was silent for a long time before speaking: "In fact, all we can confirm is that he suddenly disappeared mysteriously. We don't know where he went and why he left suddenly."

"This is not important for now. What I want to know is, if Odin was still alive, would you still choose to follow him?" Fingel asked, staring at the dragon.

The dragon's face covered with dragon scales was as hard and cold as iron stone. It fell silent again, and then shook its head in pain.

"No, most of my people died in the encirclement and suppression of us before He disappeared. He gave us glory and then ruthlessly took it away. We did not betray God, but God betrayed us."

…

After injecting a large dose of sedative into the dragon to ensure it fell into a coma, Fingel sat on the edge of Henkel's bed, bowing his head in thought.

Henkel stroked the barrel of the "Texas Dawn" and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was wondering whether he just said that I was a descendant of the Black King, whether it was true or false." Fingel slowly raised his head and laughed at himself, "After living for more than twenty years, I don't even know what I am. Figure it out.”

"It's okay. Your parents and ancestors have lived their entire lives and never figured it out." Sheriff Henkel calmly comforted him.

Fingel's face twitched, he didn't expect this old guy to joke.

"Don't worry about this kind of thing, just get a few drops of blood to verify it." Henkel glanced at him, "Remember to be secretive, in case you really have the sixth type of gene, I'm afraid that the German mixed blood who has just recovered will We are going to be surrounded and killed again.”

Fingel suddenly said: "Have you met Meniek Cassel? What kind of person is he?"

"Meineke?" Henkel was stunned, "I have never seen him. When I first met Angers, Angers had become the leader of the secret party. Menieke had already died at that time."

"Perhaps what you said before was true." Fingel said quietly, "The reason why we encountered that siege back then was because the secret of the Black King's descendant was exposed."

"But the other party didn't eradicate the root cause. This is a point worthy of doubt." Henkel thought for a while and said.

Fingel smiled bitterly and said, "That's even worse. Have you ever heard of growing leeks?"