Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 433 Not God, but God's Path!
In each of the luxurious hospital rooms lay a woman of mixed race. They were beautiful, well-proportioned, and of modest ancestry, but were clearly carefully selected.

It has the bloodline origins of the four elemental monarchs, and there is even a Japanese hybrid with the blood of the White King.

Judging from her protruding pregnant belly, Lu Mingfei guessed that she was probably not kidnapped by those money-grubbing bounty hunters after the God-Slaying War.

In Chen Motong's description, her father was not a stud like Caesar's father, who personally participated in the seed-planting process. He simply provided his ancestral DNA for the research institute he invested in to perform in vitro fertilization.

For these mixed-race women to willingly bear his children, they are offered substantial rewards or dragon blood and bones—these are the hard currency of the mixed-race world.

Of course, there are also some ordinary human women who get pregnant with his children; these are simply cases where money is given to settle the matter.

Those who are clearly not yet qualified to stay in this sanatorium.

There are more than 30 mixed-race women on this floor, but only a little over half of them are pregnant and showing.

Lu Mingfei was not a gynecologist; he could only judge whether a woman was pregnant with the Chen family patriarch's child by observing the rise and fall of her belly and the number of dragon blood creatures he sensed.

Those who were not pregnant mostly looked like they were suffering from blood and qi deficiency. Lu Mingfei guessed that the children they gave birth to had either been taken away by the Chen family or had already been put into the underground morgue.

The rest of them must have just confirmed their pregnancies and were arranged to stay here to recuperate.

Lu Mingfei loathed the Chen family, but he didn't take his anger out on the mixed-race women and the unborn child. He simply strolled slowly towards the end of the corridor.

Occasionally, doctors and nurses in white coats would come to check on the mixed-race mothers, but none of them noticed a cold-faced boy passing by.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy, double-leaf security door. A stronger aura of dragon blood emanated from behind the door than from other rooms. Judging from the size of the room, it was clear that an important future member of the Chen family was being nurtured here.

The swipe card that controls the opening and closing of the door malfunctioned with a "click," and the door slid open automatically, revealing an interior decorated in an extremely luxurious Western European style that surpassed other wards. The interior was filled with various testing instruments and classical musical instruments.

In the center of the suite, there was a large European-style bed, on which lay a blonde foreign woman wearing a hospital gown.

The woman's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was not sleeping peacefully.

Her delicate, flawless face was slightly pale, she was wearing a ventilator, and several tubes were inserted into her arm.

Beside the bed stood an elderly man in a white coat, holding a syringe and a medicine bottle, preparing to draw the pale blue liquid into the syringe.

Noticing the movement behind him, the old man slowly turned around, revealing a wrinkled face with a hint of respect. He nodded.
Good evening, Mr. Lu Mingfei.

Although there was only a wisp of smoke in front of him that was barely visible to the naked eye, he had already received the news and knew immediately who had broken in.

The moment he finished speaking, the thin smoke shrouding the night dissipated, revealing the figure of a boy with a skateboard tucked under his arm.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the unlabeled medicine bottle in his hand, then looked at the blonde sleeping beauty, and smirked:
Are you cosplaying the Evil Queen giving Snow White poison?

Before the white-haired old man could react, the sleeping blonde woman on the bed, her lips covered by a breathing mask, couldn't help but curve into a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the sound and found that the foreign woman who was pretending to be Sleeping Beauty had opened her eyes. She had a pair of ice-blue eyes, very similar to Caesar, and even her bloodline was that of the King of the Sky and the Wind.

However, she doesn't look much like Caesar; she has a typical Celtic appearance, and if you had to say, she looks more like Zero.

However, its bloodline is far inferior to Zero's, making it just an ordinary A-grade.

Even so, he is still the person with the strongest bloodline in this sanatorium.

Of course, if you include the fetus that may appear in her womb in the future, then it becomes number two.

Lu Mingfei had never met Chen Motong's father, but he knew that his bloodline was definitely not simple. His child with this A-level mixed-race woman would either be a monster or a genius.

The fact that the other party was able to appear in this obviously ridiculously high-class room, with a dedicated Dr. Deng to take care of them, already says it all.

"Is the Chen family preparing to make a second key?" Lu Mingfei glanced at the woman's stomach. He couldn't sense a second life. Was it because it hadn't developed into an embryo yet?

"This is the continuation of the patriarch's bloodline, not a tool for manufacturing." The white-haired old man put down the syringe and medicine bottle, his old face polite, but his eyes clearly said "no comment."

Tsk, another old dog who treats keys like tools.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to waste words with this old man. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is not about old fogies and brats!
The moment the other party refused, Lu Mingfei's golden eyes blazed like the sun, revealing complex and ancient patterns that slowly rotated.

Word Spirit·Dream Tapir.

The old man's respectful expression froze instantly, replaced by extreme fear.

The syringe and medicine bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang," and the pale blue liquid stained the carpet.

Old Deng's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his whole body trembled, as if he had seen the most terrifying sight in the world.

As the head of this sanatorium, he personally delivered many of the children of the Chen family patriarch, most of whom were offspring of excellent lineage.

However, there are also some mutated little dragon people. These "seeds" with the bloodline of the Chen family head will not be thrown into the Deadpool breeding base. They will be dealt with on the spot, and after the dragonization characteristics are removed, they will be sent to the morgue downstairs.

In the nightmare created by the Dream Eater, he was being torn apart and devoured by countless half-human, half-dragon undead fetuses. The fetuses' tender faces were hideous, and their golden eyes were filled with resentment. They were all the stillborn fetuses that he had personally sent into reincarnation.

Endless pain assailed them, and what was even more terrifying was that time seemed to stretch out infinitely in the nightmare, with every second of pain magnified to the extreme.

"Thump!" Old Deng trembled violently, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. His body was covered with marks from the bites of the little dragons with sharp teeth, but no blood seeped out.

Lu Mingfei watched the old man's nightmare with a blank expression, then noticed that the blonde woman on the bed had also turned around, propping her head up with her hand and staring at him with curiosity, without a trace of fear in her eyes.

Seeing Lu Mingfei staring at her, she politely nodded and asked, her voice slightly muffled through the breathing mask: "Hello, is he having an epileptic seizure?"

Typical plastic Mandarin.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to nod, he saw that the old man could no longer hold on and began to confess his many sins. So he ignored the old man and diverted some of his attention to the nightmare interrogation.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything..."

The old man stammered, "We wanted to see if we could create a super hybrid that transcends the norm, but this woman was seriously injured before, her physical foundation was damaged, and she hasn't recovered to her best condition yet. Several attempts have failed, so embryo implantation hasn't been performed..."

Lu Mingfei asked a few questions and found that the old man was just an old obstetrician who knew very little, not even about the woman's background. He snorted and withdrew his spell.

The old man immediately collapsed to the ground like a limp rag, his eyes lifeless, drool dripping from his mouth, looking utterly broken.

Lu Mingfei turned to look at the blonde woman on the bed: "Do you want to become like him?" The blonde woman's curiosity vanished, and she shook her head.

"Then tell me your identity and background." Lu Mingfei's golden eyes did not dim, radiating a terrifying pressure that made the blonde woman dare not harbor any illusions.

The woman nodded gently, raised her hand and removed her breathing mask, revealing a delicate but pale face. Her voice was soft, yet possessed an alluring magnetism:
“My name is Isabella, and I used to be a member of the Temple of Solomon.”

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, not expecting such an unexpected discovery:

"The Solomon Temple Society? Do you know Jiang Wanzhi?"

Upon hearing the name, a flicker of emotion crossed Isabella's icy blue eyes: "I know her. She even taught me Chinese."

As if to prove her point, she even showed off the professor's dialect: "Ah Que Xi, Ah Mu Lin, Chui Tou Guai Nao, Qing Du Pi Hu Sun, Chuo Qi, Xiao Chi Lao..."

Even though Isabella has a mature, sophisticated voice, her standard Wu dialect sounds like she's being coquettish.

Lu Mingfei recalled that when Jiang Wanzhi was in the mountain city, she had said something similar to her parents in the guesthouse next door, complaining about that idiot Zhao Xuzhen. Her tone was also very similar, so he believed her to some extent.

Isabella paused, and seeing that he didn't seem inclined to ask any questions, she continued recounting her experiences.

It turns out that she was originally the illegitimate daughter of a minor Spanish nobleman. She was kidnapped as a child and somehow ended up in England, where she was bought by the Solomon Temple.

Because of his excellent A-grade mixed-race bloodline, he was given special attention and training within the organization, or rather, he was kept under special care.

“Unlike Jiang Wanzhi, I was bought by the Temple Society and I can’t even remember where my home is, so I have no freedom at all.”

“However, last year I did get a long vacation, so I went back to Spain to find my family. With the help of the Solomon Temple’s intelligence organization, I found them quickly.” Isabella’s eyes welled up with bitterness.

"But all I found was my mother's grave and a father who didn't care about me at all."

He never even looked for me. I'm just a dispensable illegitimate daughter. Only my mother cares about me.

After leaving the home where she couldn't find her family, she opened a small flower shop in a place where spring was in full bloom, and met a young girl named Isabelle.

The girl loved dancing and often came to buy flowers; the two quickly became close friends who could talk about anything.

When Lu Mingfei heard the keywords "Spain" and "Isabel who loves to dance," a slender figure involuntarily came to mind.

He remembered that in his previous life, when he was playing a battle royale game in Europe with Aze and Renata, a ballerina named Isabelle saw him running around late at night with two children in his arms and thought he was a kidnapper, and almost shot him from behind.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, the other woman blushed and bowed to him in apology. She even prepared a car, weapons, and food for him. She was a very kind girl.

"Unfortunately, my good fortune didn't last long. The Solomon Temple would send my spouse to me, asking me to return and carry out the task of procreation. That's when I happened to run into Isabel."

He discovered that Isabel was also of mixed race, so he ordered me to lure her into the Temple Order as well.

Lu Mingfei's thoughts returned, and seeing her weak appearance, he knew the result: "You refused?"

Isabella curled her lips and raised her head slightly: "Of course, we are best friends who can talk about anything. In your Chinese terms, we are friends despite the age gap. If I didn't have to go back to the Solomon Temple Society, I would want to recognize her as my sister."

What happened next was simple: Isabella pretended to agree, then took advantage of their momentary lapse in attention to kill the agent assigned by the Temple.

Then, using the techniques she learned there, she erased all of Isabel's memories of her, and in order not to implicate Isabel, she pretended to be a defector who did not want to be a breeding tool, thus drawing all the pursuers to herself.

Because the killer was not an important member, the punitive sent by the Temple of Solomon was not powerful enough for her to resist.

Even so, during her escape, she was on the verge of death several times and almost perished.

When he was driven to the brink of despair and had no way out, and was about to drag his severely injured body down with those inhuman bastards, he encountered the head of the Chen family.

The other party promised to help her fake her death and escape, on the condition that she give birth to his child.

"Just out of the wolf's den, into the tiger's lair," Lu Mingfei commented.

Isabella smiled indifferently: "At least in the Chen family, I still have a chance to survive."

In the Temple of Solomon, I would only be reduced to an endless breeding machine, until one day I die at the hands of my own children.

Most importantly, she doesn't have to be abused; she just needs to recover her health and have her eggs retrieved for IVF.

"We've failed several times before, and I don't know how much longer it will take to complete this deal." Isabella touched her lower abdomen, a hint of helplessness on her face.

After the Chen family head rescued her, he settled her in this sanatorium. Although she had everything she needed for food, drink, and entertainment, she couldn't go anywhere. She was hoping to finish the transaction as soon as possible and go back to see her best friend.

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Jiang Wanzhi's number. After a brief conversation, he confirmed Isabella's identity and, at Jiang Wanzhi's request, gave the phone to Isabella.

Isabella knew who he was calling, and took the phone with delight. After a few words, her eyes and mouth widened as she stared at Lu Mingfei in disbelief.

After Jiang Wanzhi on the other end of the phone recounted how Lu Mingfei slew the Dragon King, beat up Zhao Xuzhen, and saved her from dire straits, Isabella's eyes lit up when she looked at him.

"Oh, Mr. Lu Mingfei, you are simply the embodiment of God!"

“If I had met you before, I might not have had to suffer so much. You have no idea how painful it is after egg retrieval.”

Lu Mingfei smirked, thinking to himself that this woman and Isabel were indeed very compatible.
"ImADoctorNotARoachJim!" The familiar cheat code slipped out, and Isabella's pale face instantly regained its color, and the fatigue in her eyes vanished.

"Pack your things." Lu Mingfei turned and walked towards the door. "From now on, you can live for yourself."

"Oh my god! So you really are my God?!"

The blonde woman felt her body no longer empty, paused for a moment, and then her eyes lit up with ecstasy.

She quickly pulled out the tubes, jumped off the bed, grabbed a coat and draped it over herself, then hurried after Lu Mingfei.

"Dear God, how may I help you?"

"Shut up, and don't call me God."

"OK! God's way!"

(End of this chapter)