Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The Harley-Davidson roared and accelerated, and the big light in front of the car on the asphalt road along the river made a huge sharp angle like a glowing sword.

There are countless luxurious and expensive motorcycles in the world, but Caesar has always only liked Harleys.

Just because the last gift that woman, who was considered a disgrace to her family, gave to Caesar before she died was Harley.

Now the modified Davidson was roaring like a tiger, and the black body and the blond man on the body were soaked.

Caesar thought of his mother, but he did not know her name and only learned her surname occasionally from his uncle.

Guerweg, named after God.

She probably has the blood of an ancient supreme being flowing through her body, but because she is only the product of cloning, she is regarded as an ominous woman by the elders.

Kamaitachi's domain followed the galloping Caesar, and the expression on his face was so hard that it reminded people of those rugged limestone rocks.

An hour ago, he buried Frost and his father Pompeii with his own hands. Before his death, the old man with gray hair and crooked spine never mentioned the noble blood of the Gattuso family again.

Frost Gattuso just kept repeating the honor of the dragon slayer, and kept telling Caesar that their family did not belong to the dragon species, but to humans.

It wasn't until the Sword of Scourge tore through the clouds and fell on the ground in Chicago that Caesar finally began to fear his uncle.

That selfish careerist has always wanted to push the Gattuso family to the top of the world. At the last moment, he only needs to kneel before God to get what he has been dreaming of for decades, but that guy finally chose to stick to it. Justice for the family ancestors.

If the ancestors buried under the Pantheon were to set up a forest of tombstones in the Bay of Genoa, these forest of tombstones would fill up the entire beach. That is an immortal monument in the history of dragon slaying.

The living old man may have surrendered, but the dead sages will touch Frost's head in heaven, and they will say that children, there will be a crown of righteousness reserved for you in this world.

Caesar suddenly chuckled.

Frost is a real Gattuso, and how could the real Gattuso go to heaven alone?

Both gods and demons will fall to hell, and this war will never end.

After they die, they don't go to heaven. They go to hell to kill God again.

At a certain moment, Caesar's brows suddenly knitted together.

The heavy rain poured on the man's face, and the pair of ice-blue pupils in the rain curtain that turned into mist silently overflowed with a red gold color.

He suddenly realized that both he and Frost had overlooked something very important. If Pompeii is Odin, and he happened to be killed by the Sword of Scourge launched by the Skyscanner satellite in low-Earth orbit and was wiped from the world, then those who are named Odin Where's the puppet?

What about those false gods who wore masks and brought the principal and Chu Zihang into the Nibelungs?

Should the puppet die when the main body dies?

Or will the manipulated puppet regain his freedom?

No matter what, the kingdom of the dead that took Angers and Chu Zihang away from the real world should collapse, right?

Dictado took out the sheath silently, and swung the short hunting knife in an arc like a wave, swaying away the torrent of rain.

Then the rain curtain full of waterfalls around Caesar shook suddenly, and the shock wave spread and spread into an invisible realm.

Yan Ling. Kama Weasel.

Even after accepting the Nibelung Project, the bloodline has been refined to the point where it can evolve the sickle into a vampire scythe, but unless faced with a large number of deadpools or dragon subspecies, Caesar usually rarely uses it. The Kamaita transforms into a Vampire Scythe.

The elves in the wind screamed in all directions, as if the mountains were under control.

An incredibly huge area covered almost a mountain area in a very short period of time. When thousands of sickle weasels moved, their wings would roll up the turbulent air currents, and the rain curtain would be swept in all directions. .

The water carried by the wind formed canine-shaped protrusions on the edge of the clouds like an iron wall, as if there were some substantial swords hidden in the dense rain.

They moved forward along with the Harley-Davidson motorcycles, wildly destroying the trees in the mountains like giant rotating sawtooths.

Caesar slammed on the brakes, and the Harley motorcycle was locked hard in a few seconds with a sharp braking sound.

He turned back sharply, and the men from the Gattuso family behind him who were still following him all lit up their golden eyes. Although the heavy motorcycles stopped, their engines roared one after another.

It's almost like an army.

But what made Caesar look back was not the elite members of the Gasoso family who followed him to the final battlefield, but the countless surging heartbeats spreading out into the endless darkness at the edge of the field!

The weasel howling in the strong wind brought back those dense heartbeats that were so distant that they sounded like they were ringing across a mountain. The frequency of these heartbeats was almost exactly the same. In Caesar's perception, it was like a bronze war drum. Being beaten!

No matter whose heart was beating wildly in his chest, Caesar was certain that those things were anything but simple humans.

Their heart rate even exceeded three hundred and fifty beats per minute, and even a mixed race's heart muscle would be torn apart by this level of pacing.

Caesar had previously dealt with the fallen hybrids from the Fierce Ghosts who had taken evolution drugs. Using the imperfect Molotov cocktail created by the legendary king could not really make the hybrids evolve into pure beings. Dragons only speed up the process of their mutation into Deadpool.

But those desperate people who joined the Ghost Clan because they had nowhere else to go didn't know this. Within a few days after injecting the purification drug, they would have extremely powerful power, which was enough for them to obtain rights that they had never dared to think of in the world of hybrids.

During this period of time, these people had not yet transformed into dead people, but the dragon's genes had begun to suppress human genes. Their minds were suppressed and deprived unconsciously, and they became crazy, irritable, and keen on killing.

Three months ago, all hybrids who dared to inject the evolution drug would be treated as guests of honor by the Ghost Clan. This was a very hypocritical respect.

They degenerated into real deadpools at an incredible speed. In the process, they killed people everywhere, but they didn't use guns or blades. Cruel killing was what these lunatics loved most.

This is also the reason why there are very few precedents of fallen hybrids who used purification drugs being exposed to eventually become deadpools.

Because at that time, the Snake Eight Families still had control over the entire Japanese underworld, and any hybrids that were completely out of control would be killed by the demon slayers in the execution bureau.

They have no chance to degenerate into Deadpools. In the process, they will be filled into cement piles and sunk into Tokyo Bay.

But even those degenerate hybrids whose body functions have collapsed and adrenaline secretion has accelerated due to the injection of evolutionary drugs, their heart rate usually does not exceed 300.

What can appear in groups and reach a heart rate of 350?

Caesar looked at himself in the rearview mirror, and the next second, the blood burst started, the hot blood surged in the blood vessels, and the body's ability was comprehensively improved.

He has a secret that he has never shared with anyone.

Frost once said to Caesar, he said Caesar, you can use the road to deification unscrupulously, because you have a pure and thorough human will, and the dragon gene in your body can never suppress the human gene.

At that time, Caesar was as proud as the sun in the sky. After obtaining the blood burst technology, he would not hide it like those dying ambitious people, but use it frequently.

He had originally prepared for the dragon blood to be so violent that he could not be suppressed, and even the golden pupil could never be extinguished, just like Chu Zihang.

But in the end, nothing happened to him.

When Frost said that to him, Caesar accepted it without hesitation.

In the first twenty years of his life, everyone told Caesar that he was the only protagonist in this world, and his future was so brilliant and great that he couldn't even imagine it. Caesar was also very proud to think that he was the one and only one in a million.

But now I think that dragon blood can't become violent in Caesar's body, probably because his genes originally came from one of the greatest supremes?

It's really ironic that the so-called road to becoming a god was supposed to release the Tyrannosaurus will suppressed in the hearts of humans bit by bit, but now it has become a shortcut for him to return to the position he should have been in.

The rain was pouring, and branch-like lightning flashed in the dark clouds.

The sound of the tide echoed in my ears, and everyone's face in the sky light of the lightning was as hard as a sculpture carved from granite.

Suddenly, an extremely cold chill rose from Caesar's coccyx along the spine, and finally pierced his crown fiercely.

At a certain moment, the lightning flashed off. Before the ionization phenomenon that swept back and forth in the clouds and mountains had time to dissipate, the next lightning roared from the end of the sky to the other side of the sky.

A huge shadow suddenly appeared above the rolling Tama River in the flash. The shadow stretched from one side of the river bank to the other side of the river bank, towering like a mountain range that reached the sky!

Caesar spat fiercely, turned the car head sharply, and the engine roared again!

It was an elevated bridge that should not have existed on this river. The shadow of the bridge twisted and twisted in the rolling river surface, like a black dragon.

The asphalt road under their feet became smoother at some point. The pattering rain in the darkness on both sides even overwhelmed the rumbling sound of the tide. The black shadow stood up from the rain and hung his head in silence.

But it seemed that only Caesar could see those shadows. Others could only see the elevated bridge that appeared like a miracle on the Tama River.

Fortunately, today's Tokyo has brought enough shocks to the Kassel Academy and the world of mixed-bloods. The elite of the Gattuso family are also worldly people. At this moment, such an incredible scene happened in front of them. The first reaction of these people was not to turn around and run away, but to turn the front of the car and roar the engine like Caesar, while holding the sharp long knife in his hand.

Caesar controlled the Harley motorcycle and came to the front of the team again.

He loaded the two Desert Eagles in front of everyone, but when he put the two guns back to his waist, he suddenly froze.

In the oncoming strong wind, the sickle weasel brought back sporadic and melodious organ sounds.

There was a girl singing a sad tune in the organ sound. It was an Irish folk song.

Caesar was struck by lightning in the rainstorm. He suddenly recalled the past that Chu Zihang had told himself and Lu Mingfei that he had accidentally entered Nibelung many years ago.

The mark of God, Maybach 62S, stormy night, elevated road, limited edition luxury car.

And the father who roared like a lion and the Irish folk song that never stopped on Maybach.

Nibelungen did not collapse.

Angers and Chu Zihang were still trapped in the land of the dead.

Now the gate of Nibelungen was right in front of Caesar. The strong wind blew away the branches that blocked the road sign at the entrance of the viaduct. On it, "No. 0 Viaduct" was written in Arabic numerals and Chinese.

"It really looks like your style, bastard dad." Caesar said softly, "Neither Italian nor Dragon language is used, and even the gate of Nibelungen is marked in Chinese..."

The Harley motorcycle started up with a bang. Caesar lay on the motorcycle without hesitation and stabbed into the viaduct like a running cheetah.

It was indeed another world. Countless heartbeats and countless roars surrounded Caesar. The towering iron street lights were lit one after another, and this road that seemed to be suspended in the endless void was exposed to Caesar unscrupulously.

Dozens of heavy machines behind him accelerated and rushed into Nibelungen at the same time. Hundreds of black shadows in the accumulated water were immediately smashed by mercury bullets or split in two by heavy long knives before they could stand completely.

Odin's heroic spirits were no match for the army that the Gattuso family had raised for decades, not to mention that they were the guards following Caesar, and each of them was an elite among elites.

In front of these people, the heroic spirits condensed by alchemy were just prey.

The followers silently and efficiently cleared obstacles on the road for Caesar. Those who used long swords lay on the motorcycle, and their long swords drew a line of fire like a meteor on the ground, and used the blade to cut the oncoming Deadpool.

And those who used guns turned into a torrent of steel, and anything that blocked them was torn into pieces!

There was no heroic spirit in Caesar's eyes. He just kept moving forward following the Irish folk song, and the jet pipe of the motorcycle even spewed out a faint blue flame.

At a certain moment, he finally stood in front of a magnificent ball of fierce light.

Two hideous human figures were fighting each other in the transparent red air curtain.

Chu Zihang and Odin hacked at each other with knives and huge swords. They were so fast that they could travel through time!

The scarred Maybach was parked not far away. The black shadows roared hoarsely, but did not dare to approach the luxury car.

Caesar heard a faint heartbeat in the car.

He looked over and saw the frail old man fastened to the passenger seat by the seat belt in a dead posture.

In the end, the boy did not run away.

The desperado finally found his only support for survival. The son was finally able to bring his father home. How could he run away like a coward?

Chu Zihang jumped up in the fierce light and was surrounded by countless golden meteors. He was angry like a diamond and roared like a lion. At this moment, the back of the man looked as ferocious as a demon and as insurmountable as a mountain in Caesar's eyes.

Chu Zihang's low roar came from the wind, and the sound was hard and harsh, like chewing steel or holding a blade between teeth.

He was so angry, so angry, the fire of anger was going to set the world on fire!

He said,

"God, come, it's time for us to settle our accounts!"

In the flash of the knife, Caesar saw Odin's face with an almost broken mask. It was a face that was 70% similar to Chu Zihang. (End of this chapter)