Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 461 Kill a few old monsters
Pompey tried to resist, but to no avail.

The Word Spirit and Discipline attached to the alchemical statue were able to suppress his powerful bloodline, making it impossible for him to use the Word Spirit at all.

The most outrageous thing is that this thing seems to have a friendly force identification system. He can only fight with his bare hands, but Caesar, Lu Mingfei and others are not affected at all.

Even though he wanted to show off his unpretentious boxing skills to the youngsters, he was beaten to a pulp by the young and strong Caesar.

Originally, Finkel wanted to kick him a few times, but when he saw Caesar's fists hitting his face and lower body at any time, he gave up that little idea.

He was afraid of being accidentally injured by Caesar who was too excited.

After being beaten unilaterally for a long time, Pompeii collapsed on the studio floor like a salted fish that had lost its dreams. His bruised face no longer showed any of the playboy's elegance and unruliness.

Pompey was now feeling regretful, extremely regretful. It would have been so much better for him to continue living a life of debauchery outside, why did he come back with nothing to do? Now he was caught in the middle of nowhere, and he was afraid that he had nowhere to escape.

"Could we have found the wrong person?" Lu Mingfei looked at Pompeii, who was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, doubting his life, and whispered in Chu Zihang's ear.

They had seen Odin in the Nibelungen, where he was wearing dark gold armor and riding an eight-legged horse. He looked as majestic as could be.

Although it was torn into pieces by Old Xia and then reassembled, after experiencing the Tokyo Dragon Slaying journey, they all realized that the Odin clone was really extraordinary strong.

But why did Pompey, a guy who was supposed to attract attention, perform so poorly?
Was it because he wasn’t wearing a mask?
Chu Zihang was unable to give a reasonable explanation for this and could only wait and see what happened during the interrogation.

Faced with the dragon's breath capsaicin that Caesar took out of his pocket, Pompey seemed to have anticipated this cruel reality and sold "himself" completely.

Pompey is neither the real one nor his clone. He is just a clone created to control the Gattuso family, and he possesses the power of Odin.

The real Odin is in an unknown place, controlling everything.

"Really? My code name is Lust. There are thirteen clones like me, corresponding to the seven deadly sins and seven virtues." Pompey was talking nonsense, saying things without any basis:

"The Gattuso family is just the tip of the iceberg we have exposed. The whole world has always been under our control. Even if I die today, a new lust will appear and play with all the women in the world that I have never played with before."

"He's lying!" Finkel ruthlessly exposed the obvious facts, and then took out a bottle of green oral liquid from his pocket and handed it to Caesar:

“This thing is a powerful truth serum, made by the most outstanding alchemist of our time, Nicholas Flamel, and its name is Loki’s Tears.

Once you drink it, even a great liar like Loki, the god of lies and tricks, will not be able to resist the effects of the drug and will confess everything truthfully. "

When Finkel said this, his expression was a little strange, as if he recalled some unpleasant memories.

If nothing unexpected happened, he should have recalled the painful experience of being used as a guinea pig during the development of Loki's Tears.

After drinking this stuff, you can answer any question you ask. You don't need anyone to dig up your dark history. It will come out on its own when you ask it.

"There is such a good thing?" Caesar took it and took a look at it. Without any doubt, he pinched Pompey's cheek, forced his mouth open and poured the wine into his mouth.

The effect of the powerful truth serum was immediate. Almost at the moment Pompey swallowed it, his emerald blue eyes turned green.

Looking at the slightly dull green eyes, Caesar narrowed his eyes and asked the question he wanted to know most: "Tell me, how did my mother die?"

For Caesar, the only thing that was most difficult for him to let go was the death of his mother.

Because he wanted to know the truth of that year, he tried every means to become stronger, trying to break away from the constraints of his family and stand on an equal or even higher position than those old monsters.

Pompey, who was in a state of answering every question, did not hesitate at all. His face, swollen like a pig, showed no unnecessary expression, and his voice was as cold as a machine:
"Gulveig discovered our plan and tried to take you away from the Gattuso family. This is a taboo that is not allowed, so she must die."

As soon as these words came out, Caesar's eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness. If his reason had not repeatedly told him to stay calm, he might have grabbed Pompey's neck and lifted him up, angrily asking him what he thought of his mother.

Thinking of the woman who was blind and deaf before her death, who was always shrouded in endless darkness and silence, walking towards death step by step in front of him.

All he could do was hold her hand, feeling her temperature dropping little by little. No matter how hard he tried to warm it up with his palms or his tears, Caesar felt the dragon blood in his body boiling.

The golden pupils lit up silently, as if lava was flowing in them, reflecting the wooden-faced man on the ground, as if they were about to roast him on a raging fire:

"Who gave the order to let her die in such pain and discomfort?"

"The family elders' meeting."

"What is Gattuso's plan? Why did she take me away from Gattuso's house?" Caesar's eyes were cold as if he was looking at a dead person.

This question seemed to be related to something of the utmost importance. Pompey's wooden face actually showed some resistance and struggle, but under the effect of the powerful truth serum, he still stuttered out the answer that Caesar wanted to know:

"Caesar Gattuso is... the most important... experimental subject, the vessel that carries... and becomes... the new king..."

His words were intermittent, and the green in his eyes seemed to be fading, as if the consciousness left by a certain noble being sleeping in his body had been awakened and was being forced to wake up.

Fingel did not care about anything else when seeing this, and hurriedly asked where the real Odin was, whether he had colluded with other dragon kings, whether he had devoured the twins to evolve into a complete form, whether he was plotting to steal the power of the Black King, and if so, where in the deep sea the Black King was buried.

Pompeii spoke in rapid succession, but he was like a computer that was stuck and unable to respond in time. He opened his mouth but made no sound, and the green in his pupils was gradually replaced by a burning gold.

"Damn, I knew the old cowboy was bragging again." Finkel cursed in a low voice and pulled out the dagger he carried with his right hand.

A mountain-like majesty emerged from Pompeii. His eyes, which had completely turned golden, flashed with a light called anger after a brief moment of distraction.

"How dare you offend God..."

"boom!"

Before Odin's remaining consciousness could finish his words, Caesar had already punched Pompeii on the temple, which stunned the golden eyes that flashed with majesty and anger, and then dimmed as if it was forced to shut down. Looking at the unconscious man, no one knew how much effort Caesar had put in to prevent himself from smashing the pig's head with one punch.

He glanced at the bracelet on his left wrist. Ninety-nine percent of the inscriptions on it were already lit up, with only the last one missing. It seemed that as long as he killed the unconscious man, it would be completely lit up.

But Caesar was not controlled by anger. He knew clearly who his enemy was. The man in front of him was nothing more than a tool like him. Leaving him to Finkel would maximize his use.

"Fingal, he will be handed over to you from now on." Caesar stood up, looking through the wall of the studio into the darkness in the distance, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

"Ming Fei, are you interested in going with me to kill some old monsters?"

"Of course. I've been wanting to stretch my muscles for a long time." Lu Mingfei readily agreed. Although games are fun, proper exercise is also essential.

I can't use my abilities freely in China, but now I'm abroad, can I do whatever I want?
"Percy, you stay and assist Finkel."

"Your will." Percy saluted respectfully, opened the door of the studio, and watched the expressionless young master and the thugs he hired with free food, lodging and entertainment leave.

……

On a hillside one kilometer away from the Gattuso family's castle halfway up the mountain, two wretched figures were lying on the grass, observing the movements in the distance with military binoculars.

"There was no fighting. Could it be that they were just going to visit the big mansion of a wealthy man?" Chu Tianjiao was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, if Xia Di wanted to cause trouble, the noise would definitely be big. There was no reason for it to be so quiet.

Could it be that they were carrying out an infiltration plan?

Thinking about the violent infiltration that was highlighted in the Dragon Team's training plan and was said to be impossible for anyone to detect, he felt like he had discovered the highlight.

"He's coming out." Su Xiao, who had been paying close attention to the surrounding movements to avoid being noticed by the secret sentry, suddenly pressed Chu Tianjiao's shoulder.

The latter turned around and saw that the SUV that had just driven into the garage roared away again. The castle guards did not react at all, but straightened their backs to show respect when the SUV left.

The off-road vehicle did not return along the same route, but sped towards the other side. It was obvious that Caesar and his group had other activities.

Chu Tianjiao and Su Xiao looked at each other, but the sky was too dark and the clouds were too thick for the moonlight to penetrate, so they could not see each other's expressions.

But it was obvious that they all agreed and decided to follow and see.

This area is managed by the Gattuso family. Although there are no private territories of nobles in modern Rome, capital always finds a way to achieve its goals.

So they need to switch to a more primitive method.

run!
Chu Tianjiao and Su Xiao in the Dragon Group often compete in the 30-kilometer armed cross-country race, so this mountain road is no problem for them.

When they successfully found the SUV after bypassing many secret checkpoints, they heard a loud bang before they had time to lie down again.

The towering building in the valley was filled with terrifying flames and explosions, which could be heard clearly two miles away in the dead of night.

"What's going on?" Chu Tianjiao was puzzled.

"How should I know? That was your son who made the noise!" Su Xiao glared at him. He knew the abilities of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. After all, he came to the Dragon Team as an instructor in the first place to be their instructor. He just didn't expect Chu Tianjiao to temporarily join the team and stay there for more than half a year.

"Is that the ancestral home of the Gattuso family?" Chu Tianjiao was holding a telescope and looking at the valley in the distance where gunfire and explosions were heard, feeling somewhat confused.

He still remembered the small movement of the guard when the SUV left. It was obvious that there was an important figure from the Gattuso family sitting in the car, and it was very likely that it was the future head of the family, Caesar Gattuso.

But the question is, why did this guy have the heart to blow up his family's ancestral land?
Before he could figure it out, he noticed that Su Xiao beside him had suddenly changed temperament, from a guy who looked honest but actually was not honest at all, to a cold-blooded hunter.

Looking in the direction of his telescope, he saw countless figures in black robes pouring out from the other side of the valley. Their red-gold eyes beneath their cloaks flashed with brutality and cruelty in the night.

"Are those Deadpool?" Chu Tianjiao's tone suddenly became serious. He obviously didn't expect... No, it should be said that he had expected that these hybrid forces would secretly conduct human experiments on Deadpool and evolution, but he didn't expect that the Gattuso family would be so crazy.

Look at those deadpools in black. There are so many of them that they almost swallow up the valley. After killing one batch, there will be another batch. It seems like there is no end.

"You stop the Gattuso family's reinforcements here, I will go to help!" Su Xiao did not hesitate, he stood up and rushed towards the valley in the distance.

His abilities are more suitable for large-scale combat than Chu Tianjiao's, so the task of blocking is left to the latter.

Chu Tianjiao had no intention of refutation and rowed directly down the hillside towards the road halfway up the mountain.

“Boom boom boom boom——!!!”

There were constant explosions in the valley. Lu Mingfei, holding the spear of destiny, Gungnir, moved as gracefully as a dragon and as elegant as a startled swan. Just like the fierce general from the Three Kingdoms period, he fought his way in and out of the group of Deadpools.

Chu Zihang swung the knife in his right hand with great force, chopping down any Deadpool who broke through the blockade. With his other hand, he continued to gather rich fire elements. After the power accumulated to the peak, he threw fireballs into the group of Deadpools, causing an earth-shattering explosion.

On the other side, Caesar held a Desert Eagle in his left hand and a black-bladed hunting knife, Dick Tudo, in his right hand. He shot one person in the head and stabbed one person with a knife.

He had no intention of using the Trident of Poseidon, as that might disturb a sleeping soul.

Just as the three of them were advancing steadily against the Deadpool wave, a familiar and steady voice suddenly came from behind them: "You are just too much of a jerk."

Looking back, they saw the tall and strong Su Xiao rushing towards them with a sword half as tall as a person in his hand. He passed them and rushed into the group of Deadpools in an instant. The ancient-looking alchemical sword was dancing so fast that the afterimage was almost invisible.

Su Xiao transformed into a ruthless meat grinder on the battlefield. After being surrounded by Deadpools, his eyes suddenly burst into brilliant golden light, and he silently recited mysterious dragon words. The terrifying high-temperature flames spread around him and turned into a black flame prison with a diameter of 30 meters!
The strange flames were black and red in color. Once contaminated, they would spread at an extremely fast speed, burning the Deadpools and making them scream in pain.

The burly figure wielding the broadsword turned into the ruthless god of death, chopping off one hideous head after another.

(End of this chapter)