Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The silvery moonlight shone down from above, illuminating the Ultramarine Hall of the Pantheon.

There were no windows on the four walls, and the mirror-like marble floor reflected the candles lit with lamp oil made from the corpse oil of some ancient marine creature.

The palace's luxurious and elegant old mahogany door was slightly open. Caesar was drinking a glass of whiskey and sitting quietly on the steps in front of the Ultramarine Hall.

The pale girl leaned on his shoulder and recited Vyacheslav Ivanov's "Love" in a very low voice.

She said, "We are two throats of the same secret, two sphinxes joined together, we are the same cross with arms crossed, we..."

Early spring has arrived. When the night wind blows, the lush rosemary and sage in the fields sway, like a sea woven of deep purple and light purple.

"My dear Christina, you must get well soon. We will hold a grand wedding together in every city in the world. Every girl in the world will envy you, and every man will envy me." Caesar gently patted the girl's weak back. The wind blew up Christina's gauze-like skirt, and her long hair was as soft as silk.

The dragon serum, or evolutionary medicine, extracted from the black snake in City 023 did work on Christina.

She shed her shell, and like a real dragon, her whole body was covered with white scales, shining, graceful and ferocious, and her white-gold hair hung down as if flowing with starlight.

But here is the problem.

The Gattuso family fulfilled their promise to Caesar and used the best medical means to keep Christina's cocoon in vigorous life activities. She was able to absorb unimaginable energy for other dragons when they hatched. When she was resurrected, she immediately broke out of the shell with the indifference and solemnity of a prince, and her majesty almost made the entire city of Rome fall in love with her.

Caesar still remembers how beautiful Christina was at that time. She was both divine and demonic. Elemental turbulence surrounded her, fire and arcs flashed, and her bone wings spread out behind her like a giant spider. The depths of her pupils were so indifferent that no human soul could be seen.

That has completely transcended the category of high-level hybrids and reached a realm that humans have rarely touched since ancient times, that is, the realm of God.

But at the moment when his humanity was completely annihilated, Caesar jumped down from a tall building and hugged Christina, who was flapping her wings and flying between the cities. The dragon characteristics slowly faded away like water seeping into the land. Christina used her incredibly strong will to suppress the modification of dragon blood on her genes and degenerated from a powerful god to a weak human girl.

——The wailing of the old men came from the depths of the Palace of Blue. Those old guys who held emperor-like power in this family and even in this country were trying their best to utter their dying cries from their throats that had been dry for hundreds of years.

The elders sitting around a round table at the top of the long staircase deep in the palace were dressed in solemn white robes as they had at any other time in the past.

But the air they exhaled had a strong smell of bitter almonds, their skin was flushed as if it had been soaked in boiling water, and when their lungs expanded and contracted, they were like broken bellows, making sounds like the howling of evil spirits.

Every old man is struggling, and large spots are growing on his skin, but today powerful shielding devices have already covered this territory that has belonged to the Gattuso family since ancient Roman times, and no one responds to their calls for help.

Accompanied by the fragrance of green grass and flowers, the smell of blood wafted in the evening breeze of spring night. The screaming demons returned to Caesar's spirit with joy. Countless blood-sucking sickle-weasels finally completed their hunt and wiped out all the security forces of the Pantheon.

This was a long-planned massacre. No one in the Pantheon would doubt the young master of the Gattuso family and the future emperor of this world, so Caesar easily turned it into a death zone. He first cut off the Pantheon's contact with the outside world, and then injected mercury-containing cyanide solutions into those low-temperature coffins made of aluminum alloy. While the life support system awakened the elders autonomously, the poison that could kill them was also poured into their hearts.

The blood-sucking sickle silently reaped the lives of every checkpoint, and in just ten minutes, this almost impenetrable military fortress had disappeared.

At the same time, the Sword of Damocles, a space-based kinetic weapon codenamed "Divine Punishment", is in low-Earth orbit 1020 kilometers above the ground. The alloy metal rods made of high-density tungsten, manganese and uranium in the sword's groove are entering a self-inspection state. Twenty minutes later, judgment from outside the atmosphere will descend on this land full of conspiracy and sin, and the Gattuso family and everything this family has pursued for thousands of years will come to nothing.

"Are you afraid, Caesar?" Christina asked softly. "Death? I'm not afraid of death." Caesar said. He saw something long and thin in the sky entering the atmosphere and turning into a flame several hundred meters long. Its light illuminated the night sky as if the sun had risen early.

"I'm not afraid either." Christina hugged Caesar chips tightly. The strong light made their faces pale.

After returning to the family, Qunqingdian performed a certain operation on Caesar.

Fortunately, the assets and connections left by Frost were always in Caesar's hands. He knew that what were implanted in his body were several suspicious dragon bones.

A dragon bone from the king of sky and wind.

While Christina was turning into an embryo and hatching again, Caesar was actually also enduring the pain brought by evolution. If he had not received the complete Nibelung Plan, he might have been contaminated by the genes of the Wind King long ago, and either took that incredible step to become a new god, or degenerated into a ghost from which there would be no redemption.

Caesar didn't know what Pompey's purpose was, but he knew that no matter what the stud father wanted to do in the end, he would use his body.

He thought he was too proud to bow his head, and he also thought he never made mistakes, but he misunderstood Frost again and again.

So until now Caesar still remembers what his uncle said to him before he died.

He said, Caesar, you have to take care of yourself.

He said, Caesar, you must remember that Gattuso is human Gattuso, and the dragons will always be our enemies.

He said you look a lot like your mother...

The fireball brought a sharp wind towards him, and Caesar could feel the scales or muscles moving under his skin. He slowly hugged Christina tightly, their foreheads touching, and their breathing could be heard.

Once they become dragons, they will no longer be themselves. Christina had anticipated this point.

Such a heroic death is like having lived for justice.

But suddenly, the light, fire, strong wind and the death that was almost coming all stopped. Caesar lowered his head and then raised it again, his pupils filled with madness and hideousness.

He sighed softly and touched Christina's palm with his cheek.

"Christina, I love you," he said.

"Christina, kill me," Caesar said.

"My dear son, are you resisting my will..." Pompey's voice rang in Caesar's mind. (End of this chapter)