Dragon Clan: Restart your life

A bright blue beam of light fell on the center of the round table. In the beam stood a little girl with golden hair. Her skin was so crystal clear that it was almost transparent, and her long golden hair hung down around her waist.

She locked onto the unexpected visitor who broke into the room. Countless streams of data rushed past her eyes, as if she was scanning and verifying the identity of the person in front of her.

Dust was clearly visible in the light beam flying in an orderly manner, crossing her slender body without any obstacles.

"Fujin", an artificial intelligence belonging to the Presbyterian Church, is one of the core hubs of the Hunter website, or she is equal to half of the Hunter website.

The reason why the Presbyterian Church gave her the title of "Fujin" is because she is also a special artificial intelligence created with living technology. From a technical perspective, she and Cassel's EVA are on the same level. They are both alchemy and A combination of modern technology, and her original personality came from a special undead-Fujin.

"Sorry, I don't know who you are, but it has been confirmed that you do not have the permission to access here. Please log out immediately."

The girl's expression was calm, without any ups and downs, and the words she spoke were equally indifferent without adding any emotion. She just looked at the man at the round table with the same expressionless face quietly.

The man's stern face, like an ancient figurine, was slightly raised, partially illuminated by a bright blue light.

He sat in the darkness, his legs crossed gracefully, and he glanced at the huge round table and the huge hall. Finally, he looked at Fu Jin in the air and said lightly: "How long do you need to complete the data transfer and completely transfer it?" Clean up what’s left here.”

He seemed to be well aware of some of the girl's private moves.

The girl in the beam answered him silently.

"I know your origins, do you mind changing your master?" The man asked in a calm tone, but with no intention of discussing it, as if it had become a fact after he spoke.

At this moment, the data flow in the girl's eyes in the beam stopped.

"Sorry, we are connecting you to a remote conversation... Please wait... The visitor is Mr. Mars."

A huge green microphone symbol appeared in mid-air, and the girl slowly stepped back, leaving the stage to Lord Mars who was about to connect.

The man's expression showed no sign of surprise, anticipation, or indifference at all.

Soon, a handsome but somewhat mean face appeared in mid-air.

"Hi, friend, are you interested in getting acquainted?"

The face in front of the camera was suddenly pushed down by a hand, revealing Mars who was speechless behind him.

The real owner finally appears.

Two old friends who have not seen each other for a long time are thousands of miles apart and look at each other through modern technology.

"Long time no see, Frisius, or did you give yourself a new name?" Mars took a rare deep breath with a solemn expression.

The man said calmly: "Although I have stepped down from the throne, it does not mean that you can look at me levelly. Mars, how can I forgive your transgression?"

"Trespassing?" Mars couldn't help but chuckle, "I can't help but feel a little relieved to see that you are still the same as before. Frisius, no matter how long you wear the crown, a monkey will still be a monkey and will never become a real tiger. ."

"I know this, I'll be crowned as a monkey!"

Some strange mosaic was inserted into the picture for an instant, and was suppressed again in an instant.

"Sorry, it was my fault for not taking care of it." Mars apologized.

The man had no intention of judging this farce. He said calmly: "Of all the people, you are the only one who still refuses to accept the reality. Your stubbornness and persistence are beyond my comprehension."

"We don't expect to understand each other. It's normal to have things that we don't understand. Just like we still don't know what kind of epilepsy you suddenly had back then." Mars said in a brisk tone, "Frisis, tell me your reason for coming. ."

The man clasped his hands and said calmly: "The new century does not need the Presbyterian Church, let alone the disobedient Rebel Alliance."

"So, you are planning to come and destroy us?" Mars narrowed his eyes and said, "With you now? Let me guess, you must have mastered the hiding places of most of us, or even all of us, but if If you don't take action personally, why should you destroy and capture us?"

"You can also choose to surrender. I will still retain the kindness I showed you back then." The man said softly.

"Thank you, but please put away your kindness." Mars sneered, "You are not qualified to show mercy to us, Frisius, have they completely lost yourself in their praise of you?"

"Praise?" The man shook his head and said, "I never ascended the throne by so-called praise and support. I relied on absolute strength."

"Absolute strength? Your Majesty did not need to canonize any four monarchs to balance the power between the parties."

When he said these words, Mars used Fu Jin's full monitoring at the scene to lock in every subtle change in the man's expression and eyes.

There are many theories about Frisis's true intention of canonizing the four monarchs in the past, such as easing the internal contradictions and conflicts of the dragon clan, checking and balancing the Presbyterian Church...

In the end, they even learned an astonishing secret. The four monarchs were also the "warehouses" where Frixis stored their authority.

But even so, Mars still thinks it's not just that.

Frisis must be hiding other secrets.

"There is no need to try to provoke me, there is no point." The man said calmly, "Mars, a new cycle point is coming, surrender to me, and you will have a chance of survival."

Mars was so angry that he laughed and said: "Instead of surrendering to you, why don't we kowtow to His Majesty and admit our mistakes? We didn't bow our heads back then, and we won't bow our heads in front of you today!"

"Because he will not forgive you." The man said in a calm tone for the first time, "Mars, you are a smart man. A smart man should know what to do at what time. Just like now, I am sitting here, It means I’m in control of the situation.”

"Have you taken control of the situation?" Mars said coldly, "Even if you took control of our base camp and took action personally, how many of us would one person want to capture? How much time do you have to play this catching game, and how many people do you have? Are you so confident that your Majesty will not catch any clues along the way? Of course he will not forgive us for our betrayal, but what about you? If he has feelings of hatred, then he will definitely hate you a thousand times more than I do!"

Every word of Mars was as cold as a blade, as if he wanted to break open the deepest fear in a man's heart, which was the innate respect for the source of everything. He didn't believe that Frixis had forgotten it like this.

And the man seemed to be really awakened by him to the fear hidden in his heart, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Mars looked at Frisis on the screen coldly, but he was filled with doubts in his heart. Was he really afraid of His Majesty?

No, given the character of that Frisian, he would never let his weak side be exposed to the public, even if he was bluffing.

"Why does he hate me?" Frixis said to himself and looked up, his golden eyes shining with a brilliance that even Mars looked at at this moment.

"If he really has such boring emotions, then he should be grateful to me because I did what he longed for."

"You still don't understand anything."

"The person who knows him best in the world is not you or Nidhogg, but me."

Frisis slowly closed his eyes, and there were emotional fluctuations in his voice: "Everything I have done is something he knows but dare not bear! He is a coward, and a coward is not qualified to lead the Dragon Clan, so he must start from Come down from the throne! I will do the things he dare not do, and I will bear the responsibilities for him that he dare not bear. So, why does he hate me?"

"Mars, I gave you thousands of years, but you still seem to have gained nothing. Where have you spent these thousands of years? Studying how to make money, how to carve up the world's territory, and how to have fun?"

At that moment, Frisis' emotionless eyes actually showed disappointment.

"Maybe that woman is right. In such a big dragon clan, I can't find a single traveler."

Mars frowned coldly: "Are you so sure that your path is right? Tell me, where is the reason that has made you crazy like a madman for thousands of years."

"It's right next to us, but you idiots can't see anything." The man leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes slightly, "Mars, do you have enough time?"

"That's enough. Thank you for your cooperation, allowing Fujin to gain enough time to evacuate." Mars said expressionlessly.

"You're welcome. This is a reward for finding me in time." The man exhaled slowly, "Then from now on, the hunting begins. Try your best to escape and find the safest place in the world, where There is a glimmer of hope for you.”

Mars said no more.

The projection in mid-air was cut off after a few flickers.

At some point, the bright blue beam of light also disappeared, and the hall fell into complete silence and desolation.

The man was left sitting alone at the round table, listening quietly to the clicking sounds in his ears.

I don’t know how much time passed.

He got up.

The Nibelungs beneath his feet began to fall apart the moment he stepped up.

…

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"Thank you very much for your help, Lord Mars - your dear little assistant, Fu Jin."

Looking at the last font that appeared on the phone screen, Mars silently turned around and put away the phone.

He looked at Pompeii, who was carrying his new friend on his back, and said slightly sadly: "Pompei, my friend, I'm sorry that we have come to the moment of separation."

"Oh, my God, damn it, I didn't expect the separation to come so quickly." Pompeii also showed heartache, and reached out to grab Mars with great reluctance.

"Okay, stop acting, little bastard." Mars looked away and said coldly, "You heard the situation just now. It's very serious. It's so serious that I have to run away for my life."

Pompey said in surprise: "Didn't you leave him a little sun in Nibelungen?"

"That can only be regarded as a greeting." Mars spread his hands and said, "For Frisius, who has once ascended to the supreme position, a few more little suns can't do much harm. To be honest, it's the biggest headache for me now. The only thing is that we don’t know how much information Frisis has on us, but one thing is for sure, he must have grasped our whereabouts through some channel. I suspect there may be an internal problem within Fujin, but forcing Fujin Jin needs the approval of half of the members to put him into a slumber, so I'm in a hurry to gather people for a meeting."

"What's next?" Pompeii asked with concern.

"Next step? Run for your life. I don't believe this guy can update our position in real time."

"If I'm not mistaken, the Frisis in your mouth should be the Nidhogg I know, right?" Pompeo asked.

"Yes."

"So, with his methods, is it really difficult to find you?" Pompeo tried.

Mars was silent for a while and said: "If he doesn't care about the human world, spreads his dragon body, and searches for us with words like [Blood Tie Luo], then half of us will be easily found by him, but he It is impossible not to take care of the human world, otherwise it would not have been hidden until now, not to mention that His Majesty has awakened."

"Sounds like good news." Pompeii narrowed his eyes and said, "But has he really recovered to the point where he can easily hunt you?"

"I'm also doubtful about this." Mars said without hesitation. "I tested him twice before, but he didn't show his true potential. He lost his eggs and his former dragon body. I also doubt that he is still alive. There’s still some strength left.”

"I have a good suggestion. One chopstick can be broken easily, but dozens of pairs of chopsticks are stacked together, and anyone who comes has to weigh them. I think he was deliberately trying to scare you into scattering and running away, so that you would lose the chance to deal with them. If you want to show the enemy's courage, you may try to fight him head-on." Pompeii said seriously.

Mars looked at this guy with strange eyes for several seconds, shook his head and said: "This is indeed a good proposal, and your analysis makes sense, but it is unrealistic to achieve it."

"Honestly, our past years... have been too comfortable."

Mars couldn't help but sigh when he thought about this.

"Thousands of years without enemies and competitors have allowed us to be assimilated into human society in a subtle way. Except for blood, some of us are no longer worthy of being called dragons in other aspects, in the words of you humans. You mean... businessman? That seems to be the word."

"You can't expect a group of businessmen to go to the battlefield, just as long as they don't stab you in the back."

"Your analysis and suggestions are good, but the likelihood of them being implemented is very low."

Mars patted him on the shoulder and said goodbye: "I hope we have a chance to meet again next time. Please entertain Mr. Odin Pendragon for me, and take good care of your family. I suspect Frisius He has been watching you all the time, after all, you have his former eggs in your hands."

Watching Mars unfold his dragon wings and flutter away gracefully, Pompeii patted his new friend on the shoulder and whispered: "Hey, Mr. Opan, your old enemy has woken up, what do you want to say? ?"

The man lying on his shoulder opened his eyes and said coldly: "He has never really died. His cunning is the only thing I have seen in my life."

Seeing that his new friend spoke freely, Pompeii perked up and asked, "Do you think the Presbyterian Church will kill the dragon this time?"

"If Frisis is really ready, then at least half of the Presbyterian Church will die." The man said one word at a time, "Mars just said that your family has his eggs? What's going on? "

After Pompeii briefly told the story, the man was silent for a while and said, "There is no doubt that you are all his bait."