Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Not long ago, this old man was shivering and looked pale, but within a few minutes after approaching Chu Zihang, his expression returned to normal, as if his spine, which had been severely hunched due to calcium loss, had straightened again.

"It's so strange. When I'm alone in the room drinking vodka, I feel that there are malicious things hidden in the shadows on all sides, like ghosts in the castles in the Middle Ages, or like wolves walking in the forest and following in the shadows." Old Bunin still has a sense of depression and old age when he speaks.
"When I was in Moscow, my every word and action determined the fate of many people. At that time, I, an old man, held power that most people in the world could never reach in their lifetime. But sitting in this small building in the shelter, I feel that I am the lowest in the power structure in this area."

"The sorrow of blood." Chu Zihang said.

Bunin was stunned for a moment, unable to understand what new words this man with extraordinary abilities was saying.

"The concept of blood sorrow appears in the relevant records of Kassel Academy. It is a spiritual trait that hybrids inevitably develop due to the dragon bloodline in their bodies. It manifests as a sense of alienation from human society and deep loneliness." Chu Zihang explained, "Although they are reluctant to admit it, most people firmly believe that genes determine destiny. We hybrids are absolutely alien among ordinary people. The closer we are to the dragon race, the more alienated we are from ordinary people. And those guys whose bloodline is so strong that they can even look down on most hybrids enjoy the greatest loneliness in the world. For example, my junior brother, the principal said that his loneliness is like a glacier on the permafrost, huge enough to swallow the world."

At this point, Chu Zihang paused. He looked at Bunin who was sitting at the dining table holding a cup of hot tea. "There is a theory that Blood Sorrow does not exist only in the dragon lineage, but is common in all intelligent life groups. I think this is your current situation. Everyone in this shelter is a hybrid with excellent bloodlines. In comparison, clean people like you are the real outliers. Human genes themselves reject this dangerous environment, so you will feel emotionally unstable, restless, and neurasthenia... In other words, the mental oppression emitted by so many human-dragon hybrids together is unbearable for you. Similar oppression can also be called dragon power."

Ever since the first ape in the Fayum Depression in Egypt left the tall trees and chose to hunt on the plains 30 million years ago, humans have been facing various dangers. Over the long years, everything that can threaten your life has been imprinted in the double helix structure of your genes as a heritable memory.

There are many people in this world who have never seen a tiger but will still tremble when they hear its roar; there are many people who have never been bitten by a snake but will still avoid long objects, not to mention the uncanny valley effect that causes great fear of humanoid creatures. This is because many years ago, one or more humanoid creatures hunted human ancestors as food, such as Neanderthals or dragons with human bodies in ancient times.

The development of the human body is only a small part. The Kassel Academy firmly believes that some senses beyond common sense have always existed.

For example, if you are walking on the road and suddenly feel a chill on your back, but you look back and see nothing, but goose bumps start to appear all over your body, then there must be something watching you in the dark, maybe a snake or something else. Now Bunin has become so listless and depressed because of this sixth sense of sensing danger.

In comparison, the hybrids' sixth sense seemed to have degenerated. As long as they had dragon blood flowing in their bodies, even if they were only E-level hybrids, they would not be able to perceive the malicious intent of this shelter like Bunin did.

"Why do you say that Uncle Lu and Aunt Qiao are dead? From a scientific point of view, they look even better than you." Chu Zihang's words were not an exaggeration. Buning was better when he was sitting here. At least his face was rosy and his expression was normal. Walking on the street outside, he looked like a zombie out of a cage.

However, Chu Zihang has always been rigorous, accustomed to and keen on looking at things with a dialectical approach. Even if the hypothesis in front of him is one whose probability is infinitely close to zero, he is willing to listen to Bunin, who proposed this hypothesis, to explain his reasons.

"It was originally planned that a famous Swan Lake performance would be held in City 1991 on December 12, 31. This arrangement was made in the middle of that year, when the country was already in a critical moment of survival. However, the transportation of materials to various cities in Siberia did not end, and the performance troupe performed in cycles in those cities that were researching the devil, genes, and super weapons." Bunin's cloudy pupils became clearer, as if he was sinking into memories.

"The country disintegrated before the performance began, so in the end, Swan Lake became the despair that City 023 longed for. My wife, Christina's mother, and my dear Bella were members of the dance troupe. We had expected to meet again in that city, but no one could have expected that such a huge organization, the greatest state machine in human history, would fall apart overnight."

Chu Zihang tried hard to recall all the details of City 023 mentioned by Bunin. Unfortunately, he was not one of the companions who fled with Lu Mingfei, and he did not have much impression of this red brick city built on top of the world's first controlled fusion device.

The only thing they remembered was that on the night of the Academy Action Team's full-scale assault, they lost Saint Beowulf, a veteran who had been active on the battlefield for a hundred years.

There are also boiling underground rivers and black cast iron beams pointing to the sky in the ruins like ghost hands.

"But what does this have to do with Lu Mingfei's parents?" Chu Zihang asked. At this time, Su Si had walked out of the bathroom wearing a steamy dress. She was slender and graceful, with a purple belt that made her waist so slender that it could be held in one hand.

Although this girl is just as gentle when she is with Chrissie, there is always a hint of cold murderous intent. But when she is with Chu Zihang, she completely becomes the type of girl who is a good wife and mother. While her man is talking about serious matters, she makes tea and coffee on the side, and her hair carries the scent of gardenia when it brushes against Chu Zihang's face.

"Lu Mingfei's mother, Ms. Qiao Weini, was also a member of the performance troupe at the time. Like Bella, she was a famous Siberian beauty, but she disappeared in just a few months like a meteor across the sky." Bunin can still recall the voices and smiles of the girls in that era of intense fire and oil. That was the beginning of his short life, and it was also the season when ambitions and desires bloomed like flowers.
"I didn't react at first when I entered this shelter, probably because of my memory degradation. But yesterday when I went to get some wine from a store window, I saw a poster for Swan Lake with that woman in it. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to say hello to Lu Mingfei."

"That doesn't mean anything. Aunt Qiao was a member of the dance troupe when she was in the academy." Chu Zihang frowned. There was a period of time when they were in a honeymoon period with the academy, when the principal was still in power. Caesar and Chu Zihang both had the authority to investigate Lu Mingfei's background.

"But I also met Lu Lincheng, the mysterious secretary general, on a train from Siberia to China in 1992. At that time, I had left City 023 and was preparing to establish a presence in Moscow. He and his wife walked into the depths of the wilderness against the strong wind, and with them was another group of guys who looked like soldiers." Bunin shuddered slightly. "At that time, his wife was wearing a veil, like an iris swaying in the wind, but these people were ambushed, and large-caliber sniper rifles fired bullets at them from the helicopter formation, and everyone eventually fell in a pool of blood... If Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini's marriage had not had problems, then they must have been the ones who were killed near the K1992 line in early 3."

Chu Zihang turned his head and stared at the folds of the curtains in a daze.

Bunin didn't dare to disturb him, and Susie's face was also serious and cold.

"Nibelung is also called the Land of the Dead." Susie said suddenly.

"But they look different from the alchemy zombies we saw in Takamagahara, and they are also very different from the heroic spirits on the elevated road." Chu Zihang's brows gradually knitted together, "The Land of the Dead can only prevent the spirit from leaving the body and the decay of the dead body, but it cannot prevent the dead from turning into Deadpools and the loss of water in the body."

That is to say, if the members of this Nibelung refuge had died many years ago, they should have been as emaciated as mummies dug out from ancient tombs, and should not have had such rosy complexions as they saw.

"What are you doing, brother?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

"He said he has something to tell us and should be here soon." Susie frowned and looked at Bunin. "You didn't see it wrong? The relative speed of the train is so fast, how can you recognize what a person looks like?" "That section of the road is difficult to travel. There have been derailments and rollovers before, so the speed is maintained at 023 kilometers per hour. I won't be wrong." Bunin shook his head. "Besides, the performance troupe had already performed in another nearby city before going to City . It makes sense for Qiao Wei Ni to appear in Siberia."

The time and place match.

Chu Zihang and Su Qian looked at each other, both of them were weighed down with worry.

This journey to Siberia was far more bizarre than they had imagined.

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Patches of Arctic poppies grew beneath the left side of the Imer. When they were in full bloom, their petals reflected light like mirrors.

In the makeshift command center on the deck where the nautical chart stored in the local database was spread out by a huge 3D projection, Nono frowned slightly as she glanced at the azure chart with interference ripples due to air movement. The nearby floating islands in the sea and the flower fields blooming on them did not attract her attention.

The pregnancy has lasted for almost a hundred days. Nono can no longer rely on her graceful figure and her belly, which is flatter than that of ordinary girls due to long-term exercise, to continue hiding the fact that she is pregnant from the eyes of the crew.

Constantine became a complete loyal dog, staying by his senior sister's side almost 24 hours a day.

This ship is nuclear-powered so there is no need to dock for supplies. The standard of food and fresh water on the Imer is enough to feed a full crew for two years. Of course, with the support of a rich woman like Su Enxi, Nono can even enjoy fresh fruits from tropical regions in the Arctic Ocean. Every day, there are endless heavy transport helicopters traveling back and forth between the Imer's helipad and nearby ports.

They followed the Yamal all the way from the Greenland Sea to the north, and then after entering the Arctic Circle, they headed east along the ice sheet. Now they are almost crossing the Barents Sea. The Imael is now passing through the last part of the Franz Josef Archipelago, where there is not even a scientific research station from the Soviet era left, only patches of blooming Arctic poppies and lichens and mosses exposed on large tracts of wasteland.

"If we continue forward, we will enter the Laptev Sea and then the exclusive economic zone of the New Siberian Islands." After living at sea for a period of time, Jude Aki has become more and more cold and beautiful. She no longer looks like the Japanese flower girl with a little baby fat and short legs as Ye Sheng used to say. Instead, she looks more and more like her sister Jude Mai. Even her long legs wrapped in combat uniforms make the men on the boat unable to take their eyes off her.

Nuonuo's heart moved, and she thought that Lu Mingfei's destination was an unnamed port in northern Siberia.

They are now getting closer and closer to that coordinate, as if it is destined that that will be the end of everything.

"In our world line, Lancelot's mission is to hunt down Lu Mingfei with the seven deadly sins all the way to the end of the world." Patsy Gattuso, who was brought down from the Yamal, said softly. He pointed his finger at a large area north of Verkhoyansk. "My mission is to chase the dragon Leviathan that awakened in the Greenland Sea with Caesar."

From this man from another world, Nono learned that the Leviathan they were talking about was the culprit of the ice sea incident that caused the sinking of EVA and serious injury to Professor Schneider. It was a high-level dragon that integrated into the sperm whale group.

But Leviathan does not appear in this world line.

"Should we continue tracking? I feel like the people on that boat already know of our existence." Selma hesitated.

The passengers of the Yamal were no pushovers, and the keeled Star Maria was no secret to them.

Nuonuo gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Now she could no longer wear those combat uniforms that allowed her to move around easily, and could only wear thick cold-proof clothes at the strong request of Aki Shude and Selma, which made her look quite bloated.

For some reason, after entering a certain range, Nono felt that her ability to measure and write seemed to be suppressed, and she could no longer see through the past events of her destiny.

Whether they will continue to enter the next sea area to hunt in the Far North, and whether they will encounter danger, all this is now unknown.

After a moment, Nuonuo lowered his eyelids.

"Let's continue," she said. "We have come this far. Ragnarok is just around the corner. It would be a shame to give up."

(End of this chapter)