Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 361 The hybrid’s surprising idea, Caesar’s arrival
This private research institute of the Gattuso family is hidden deep under the rock formations of the Alps, and the entrance is disguised as an abandoned Baroque castle.

The scene inside is also different from what ordinary people imagine.

The entire institute was built with the most advanced technology and alchemical techniques available today, and it can be said that it was soaked with the blood and sweat of alchemical workers. The obsidian walls of the innermost core laboratory were inlaid with super-large bronze alchemical patterns, and fluorescent blue liquid mercury flowed in the patterns, converging to the center like blood vessels, and finally gathered into an upside-down dragon relief on the ceiling.

The relief dragon holds a dark red crystal in its mouth that looks like it was made of blood. It is the Philosopher's Stone recovered from the battlefield between Bu Shun and Norton during the San Francisco-City of Angels incident. Under the catalysis of the alchemical matrix, the spiritual field radiated by this special Philosopher's Stone has the effect of suppressing the activity of most high-risk creatures.

The automated defense turret in the corner silently turned its gun muzzle, aiming at every shadow - as if even the air was considered a potential threat.

EVA's holographic projection was suspended above the operating table, monitoring the entire process of the experiment in real time. While collecting data, it was also ready to kill the researchers and test subjects in the room at any time.

The center of the laboratory is

Twelve circular glass containment chambers were suspended in mid-air, each containing a living specimen in an extremely distorted posture:

Six pairs of insect-like membrane wings split open on the back of a humanoid creature, its face, like a human and an insect, pressed tightly against the glass, its bloodshot eyes almost crushed by itself;
In another cabin, Deadpool, whose body was covered with tumors, was curled up. Golden light was swaying in his hollow skull-like eyes, and asphalt-like mucus was constantly oozing out of the surface of the tumors all over his body as if he was rejecting the tumor.

……

In the center of these nightmare products that are difficult to describe even with the best of human imagination, a half-demon named Susie stands there, being the focus of everyone's attention.

Seeing that she didn't move, the bald head researcher swallowed and repeated:
"Ms. Susie... please inject 569 ml of demon blood into Death Row Inmate No. 1!"

It was not until EVA's calm voice came from the headset that the bloody claws on Susie's fingertips trembled slightly, and black mist suddenly rippled in the air.

The three young assistants at the back subconsciously took a half step back, their pupils contracting in fear - they had all witnessed the inhuman horror of the "devil" during training.

Three days ago, a researcher suddenly went insane and released Monster No. 34 during an experiment. The exaggerated muscle monster that looked like the Hulk mixed with Spider-Man only existed for a moment in front of Susie who came to clean up. After the black fog dissipated, only an empty uniform and half of the charred finger bones were left.

Everyone here is afraid, but also greedily craving this dangerous power.

"--Oh."

Feeling the fear coming from these people, Susie, who was exchanged here to assist in the research, suddenly sneered in her heart.

Even though he was so afraid of the devil's power, he still couldn't resist its temptation.

Human beings are truly contradictory creatures.

Then she couldn't help but fall into an inexplicable sadness.

But I am just one of them... With the strength of this hand, can I catch that person's back?

With this feeling that could not be called "girlish sorrow", she approached the bald tattooed man with a terrified face and his hands and feet tied tightly on the operating table.

Death row number 569.

There are no names, and of course no need for names. These selected scum are all serious criminals who deserve to be shot within ten minutes.

There is no shortage of this kind of garbage in the human world.

Seeing the slim woman in a red windbreaker approaching, the bald man on the operating table twitched all over, and the ferocious skull tattoo on his face twisted into a funny grimace under the cold sweat.

Before being pushed into this laboratory, he could still talk about yellow waste from time to time, trying to provoke the researchers in white, but after coming in front of Susie, he didn't dare to say a word to this beautiful black-haired woman.

At this moment, facing Susie who was walking towards him, he let out a hoarse sob, like a wild dog being strangled by the neck: "No... please... I don't want to become a monster...!"

The restraints dug deep into his flesh, and the shackles on his ankles had already rubbed blood marks. When Susie's shadow enveloped him, the man suddenly burst out with brute force, and his head slammed back against the metal table. His crazy pupils almost tore the corners of his eyes: "Kill me! Kill me directly!"

Unfortunately, keeping the subjects awake is also a requirement of the experiment.

Black mist rose from Susie's claws and entered the man's nasal cavity like a living snake. It was atomized devil's blood. After several months, Susie was able to control her devil's hand to this extent.

The bald man's cry for mercy came to an abrupt end the moment the black mist entered his body. His strong body, which had been trained through labor in prison, instantly straightened up, and his spine made a clicking sound as if it could not bear the weight.

The blood vessels under the tattoo began to wriggle strangely, and countless earthworm-like lines appeared under the skin, as if something was gnawing at his internal organs. The man's eyeballs bulged, and his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing his bloody gums - he died with a grin on his face.

Failed.

In other words, it succeeded in a sense.

Susie felt an unusual fear from the dead prisoner again, as well as something she couldn't explain, which was slowly absorbed by her demonic right wrist.

She murmured to herself: "Use dragon blood and the Pamish virus to reversely create the power of the God's name..."

Ordinary researchers only thought that this was an experiment to try to master the power of demons and create stable demonic power mutants, but Susie and EVA knew that it was only the most superficial link.

Only a demon with the power of God's name can be considered complete. Her demon hand comes from the "Shadow Mist Demon", which is the root demon. Without its name, it can be controlled by mortals like Susie. But late at night, she still feels that her right arm is conveying a unique "hunger" to her...

Finally, Li Qianyue, the leader of the Lionheart Nursing Corps "Lionheart Relief Corps" and also the head nurse, gave her a suggestion.

——Since your demon right hand has lost its name and only inherited some of the noble and terrifying essence of the root demon, why don’t you try to use the materials we have in our hands to create a "name" that suits you?

So Ange gave the order to select death row prisoners with mixed-race qualifications, transform them through alchemy, infect them with Pamish, and finally forcefully inject them with devil's blood... After going through all these processes, something hazy actually gradually took shape in her mind.

It was like some unknown beast was calling in my heart.

She lowered her eyes and watched the sharp claws pierce into the man's heart. Black mist surged up, and the man who failed in alienation was wiped out in an instant, leaving only a charred shadow projected in the center of the operating table.

The researchers' breathing sounds disappeared, leaving only the beeping of the instruments. The name in her ears became clearer as she swallowed.

Her thoughts passed through the fog, and the back of the lion-like man was still in front of her.

"Chu Zihang...can I still catch up with you?"

……

"Chu Zihang, what have you become during this period of time?"

Caesar put one hand in the pocket of his sharply cut dark gray cashmere windbreaker, and walked off the plane casually carrying his suitcase with the other hand, but his eyes had already drifted quietly to an unknown direction.

"We have received a response from Faos Academy. We can meet him at the agreed location."

Chen Motong glanced at her boyfriend and jumped down the gangway of the private jet in her patent leather boots.

Her red hair fluttered wildly in the morning breeze. The hem of her burgundy leather jacket swept past her knees. A few strands of hair fell around her ears, and her unique style of being free and easy was revealed between her brows.

After straightening her clothes, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Caesar's sleeve: "Hey, look at the nine o'clock direction."

Caesar looked in the direction she pointed. Under the shadow of the pillars of the terminal building, three men wearing black-patterned sukehabu were bowing in his direction, with tattoos on their sleeves winding like snakes. The leader was holding a black lacquered wooden box with the "Gen Family" crest carved by the master himself. The subordinates beside him had swords and guns on their waists, and every move they made seemed extremely solemn.

"A show of force? Or a gift to us?"

After arriving in this country, the little witch-like temperament that originally belonged to her seemed to have returned to Chen Motong. She licked her fangs, a bright light appeared in her eyes, and she picked up her small handbag.

Caesar on the side reached out to stop Chen Motong who was about to draw his gun, and walked forward with great vigor, his voice falling into the wind, "Don't worry, this is already Chu Zihang's territory, I believe he will be able to control even his men."

"Hey!"

Seeing Caesar coming, the three executors of the Execution Department shouted at the same time in a well-trained manner, saying in extremely standard Chinese: "Welcome colleagues from Kassel College to come here for exchanges!"

"Do you still consider yourselves to be members of the Japanese branch of Kassel Academy?" Caesar looked down at them, as if a king was looking down on his subjects.

The leading executor raised his head and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "We have always been members of the Sheqi Eight Clan, serving the head of the family, that's all."

"... Humph." After a half-second pause, the gold in Caesar's eyes dimmed, "Who is the head of the family now?"

"Of course it's Master Chu Zihang!"

The leader said in a decisive tone.

The man in black on the right spoke up: "The former patriarch, Tachibana Masamune, was unfortunately killed in an enemy attack. The head of the Minamoto family, Minamoto Chisei, found the previous Shadow Emperor. Lord Uesugi Kotsu felt that he could not bear this responsibility, so he passed the throne to Lord Chu Zihang, who killed the foreign enemies who invaded the Eight Snake Families..."

It is reasonable and legitimate.

This is already a consensus within the Eight Sheqi Families. Even if the heads of the lower five families had doubts, they would be refuted in front of Chu Zihang and the Genji brothers who came to visit.

Tyranny? Or kingly way? Such things are not important. What is important is that Chu Zihang has seized the highest power in this country with his own strength.

——Caesar figured out this fact.

"You want to dominate the entire country with your own strength... Chu Zihang, you bastard..."

A strong sense of urgency surged in his heart. Unconsciously, his old rival had taken another step forward, but he still stood still. Caesar was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the black lacquered wooden box in the man's hand, and he said lightly: "What is this?"

"It was something that Lady Ling arranged for us to deliver. We don't know what it is. She just said that it would be fine if we just delivered it to you."

Tsk, you know nothing about anything.

Caesar sighed inwardly, but he boldly stretched out his left hand and took the wooden box from the man. "What are your plans next?"

"We have arranged for you to stay at the Aman Tokyo hotel, where you and your companions can overlook the Imperial Palace grounds. The hotel is also equipped with a Zen garden, a private hot spring suite, and a Michelin Japanese restaurant. If you need, we can also provide Western dishes that are more in line with your taste."

The leading man stepped aside to make way for the special car passage, "As a rule, we won't touch your luggage."

After all, Kassel Academy and the Eight Snake Families were violent organizations. When they communicated with each other in the past, they would not hand over their luggage to others most of the time. Caesar naturally had no objection to this. He turned around and looked at Chen Motong, then nodded: "Then lead the way."

A bulletproof black stretched Maybach sedan slowly drove in front of him. The two executors respectfully opened the door for Caesar and Chen Motong. After the two got in the car with their luggage, the leading man sat in the passenger seat.

"I wish you a safe trip to Japan."

He said, "My mission is to take you to the hotel. Master Ling has said that if you need anything, please contact this number. The service staff there will be waiting for you 24 hours a day."

A hard black and gold card was handed back from the passenger seat.

Chen Motong reached out to take it. The style of the card was no different from the gold cards that Caesar often used. There was a gold chrysanthemum pattern printed on the front, and a small piece of paper with a phone number written on it was stuck on the back.

"Of course, you can use this card to pay for all your purchases during your stay in Japan."

The man's words floated from the front.

"Excuse me, what is your name?" Caesar didn't say anything, but just looked at the man in the passenger seat who looked ordinary. "It seems that you are not an ordinary member of the executive department."

The man said calmly, "You may have made a mistake. I am just an ordinary person whose life was saved by Master Ling. I don't have any other identity."

However, Chen Motong keenly sensed a sense of disharmony from this man.

She narrowed her eyes, which reflected the face of the unknown man in front of her like a mirror, but she was suddenly shocked to realize that this man had not left her with the slightest impression since they met, and she couldn't even remember any of his features.

Yan Ling?
when?
On the other side, Caesar didn't think too much and opened the wooden box the man gave him in the car.

Ling... the mysterious new student who was with Lu Mingfei, what she gave him...

What will it be?
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