Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

On the vast white ice sea, you can see towering icebergs and endless ice fields in front of you. The whole world is covered in the reflection of ice and snow, vast and magnificent, like another planet.

On the YAMAL, there is an exquisite small library. After boarding the ship, Schneider chose this place as his command room.

So the library was transformed into a simplified version of the central control room. It was higher than the captain's room and became the nerve center of the entire ship. It was always connected to Norma through the satellite network.

When Chu Zihang walked in, Caesar and the senior commissioners were already there, as well as the first mate, chief engineer and several crew members in key positions.

At this time, except for those who were stationed at their posts, most people gathered in the boat.

"Why does the weather change so easily?" Fingel also ran into the library out of breath, completely unable to see the agility he had just shown.

Seeing his frightened eyes and trembling thick legs, Caesar, who was leaning on the chair, subconsciously mistook him for a frightened woman or child, and then stretched out his hand to help him with noble compassion.

When Fingel showed a shy expression and leaned his two hundred kilogram body against him, and noticed Chu Zihang's unusually strange eyes, Caesar suddenly reacted and pushed this guy away with a dark face. .

"Fingel, be quiet." A hoarse voice came, followed by a violent cough.

Schneider gathered up his thick winter clothes, which were also layered with various layers of clothing, and curled up on the sofa by the fireplace.

The charcoal in the fireplace burned and curled up, turning into black, fiery red and pale butterflies, carried by the hot air and flying, making his pale face look a little sickly rosy.

People around him couldn't help but cast slightly worried glances.

While he was worried that he would freeze to death here, he was also worried that he wouldn't be able to bear the weight of the clothes.

Schneider's body was on the verge of collapse, and he was originally not suitable for this difficult task.

His airways were as fragile as a mummy's skin.

Therefore, you must wear an oxygen mask at all times and replace the plastic respiratory tract every two or three years, otherwise you will die of respiratory system failure.

But he didn't have any scruples at this time, and looked at the corpse of the giant snake in the center of the hall, lost in thought.

"The product of the mutation of the water snake, but its size is much larger." Schneider said expressionlessly, "These things should not appear in the Arctic Circle, let alone attack us actively."

Snakes can indeed grow very large because the cell division of reptiles is different from that of mammals. Their cell division never stops.

It is also for this reason that they have to molt, because the body that continues to grow will always burst the original skin, so in principle they can grow to infinite size.

But the premise is that it has a long enough lifespan.

Schneider had never heard of or seen a snake dozens of meters long.

Titanoboa can grow to almost 20 meters and is known as the largest snake in history, but it became extinct 50 million years ago.

There are many reports in human history of observing giant snakes that are tens of meters or even hundreds of meters tall, but they cannot be proven. Most of them are monsters imagined by people who drank too much.

"It seems that there is indeed an area contaminated by dragon's blood."

Caesar crossed his arms and said casually: "Due to the erosion of dragon genes, these water snakes shed their skins repeatedly. Each time they shed their skins, they will grow bigger, and finally they will grow into the appearance of this giant."

"But evolving by swallowing dragon blood will make life span shorter. They are afraid of death and eager to evolve. They should spare no effort to kill and devour each other. Why would they take the initiative to attack us?"

Last time it was because there were only a few of them, so it was normal for them to be attacked unexpectedly.

But this time it was a whole icebreaker.

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is a characteristic shared by all living things.

Then there is only one possibility.

"These dragon blood subspecies were originally fighting each other, but one of them has evolved to a level enough to command them, or the sleeping existence noticed us, and it drove and controlled this group of subspecies to hunt us. These rude intruders."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Chu Zihang who put forward two guesses at the window, showing a thoughtful and solemn expression.

"Something"?

He used a very precise vocabulary.

Some existence hidden in the dark is ordering that group of subspecies to drive back their group of invaders.

Looking at the huge snake corpse, Schneider's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned to look outside through the porthole.

Looking out of the porthole at this moment, the outside is simply a hell made of ice and snow.

The storm struck again.

But Norma's projection did not show the storm, but instead showed it sailing on a sunny day.

Norma is affectionately called a mama-type artificial intelligence by many people.

When each commissioner goes to the front line, they arrange the itinerary with meticulous attention to detail. Even if the climate at the destination changes, the commissioners will receive a message before getting off the plane to remind them to add or remove clothing.

For this reason, Schneider even suggested to the school board that the service level of college secretaries should be lowered, so as to prevent the elites who have gone through life and death to save the world from developing a habit of relying on college secretaries and becoming a group of mommies.

But for such a big storm, Norma didn't give any warning at all, which can be said to be very rare.

Of course, it's not because Norma is malfunctioning, but for unexpected reasons.

——Because the storm does not come from the sky, but from under their feet.

The cold current pouring out from the cracks in the ice actually changed the weather in this area.

In other words, this ice storm is not a "natural phenomenon". It is most likely caused by a super word spirit.

This situation once again verified Chu Zihang's second conjecture, that something ordered the storm and subspecies to attack them.

Originally, this mission was not easy in the plan, but I didn't expect that the situation would become so complicated.

"Can the YAMAL survive a storm of this level?" Caesar asked with a frown, and the commissioners also looked at the crew members on the side.

It was only one step away from seeing what was under the ice. Even if the ice storm was terrifying, Kassel Academy trained desperadoes, and of course they were not willing to give up the operation just because of a storm.

"Of course, no problem. This ship was built for this purpose." The first mate on the ship shrugged, "I also want to ask, can your people still hold on?"

Schneider said nothing, looked outside and raised his chin.

At this time, outside the YAMAL, well-equipped commissioners were cleaning up the remaining monster snakes. Dozens of AK47 volleys hit the monster snakes with blood and flesh splattering on them, forcing them all together.

Finally, the figure standing on the deck, the flame in his hand cut through the darkness and fell into it.

The monster snakes burst into flames instantly, screaming in pain and struggling, desperately ramming their heads against the commissioners' blockade, and their heavy tails beating the ground crazily, but they were unable to break through their encirclement.

Since Homo sapiens left Africa, similar scenes have appeared repeatedly around the world. No matter how strong the overlord of nature is, he is eventually buried under human javelins and bows and arrows and becomes food.

In a sense, humans are the most brutal animals in the world, the blood eaters at the top of the food chain,

The natural creatures that humans fear, such as great white sharks, are just food that tries to counterattack the blood eaters.

In front of that monster-like super hybrid, those dragon blood subspecies are nothing more than "snacks."

What Schneider is really worried about is the existence of geographical advantages.

There was an explorer named Franklin in England who was a pioneer in Arctic exploration.

In 1818, he took two of the most advanced British ships at the time, the Terror and the Netherworld, in an attempt to find a route across the Arctic Ocean to Asia.

The ship carries two years' worth of food and more than 100 experienced crew members.

As a result, their ship was frozen and no one survived.

When they were found a few years later, their bodies were still frozen in the ice, lifelike, and the cause of their death has not yet been identified.

The remaining dozens of people tried to cross the ice sea on foot, using their companions as food along the way, but they failed in the end.

Schneider felt that it was very similar to their current situation.

"Natural" wants to wipe out a boatload of people, even easier than pure blood dragons.

You don't need to think about it to know that if a pure-blood dragon really exists, it must have an advantage in this environment.

As for the dragons who can wield "nature", it would be even easier to erase them.

"Professor, should we go forward or backward?" Fingel asked, scratching his head.

"Who knows what's at the front." Schneider took a deep breath, "You still have to look at the real-time images sent back after the dive to judge."

If it is really the residence of the Dragon King down there, there must be ferocious guards in the residence.

Alchemy mechanisms, deadpools, corpse guards, and even worse dragon waiters, there will never be a shortage of these in the lair of suspected pure-blood dragons.

Corpse guards are the stuff of legend.

The corpses of dragons will not decay for many years after death. The dragons use alchemy to process the corpses of their own kind and use them to serve as defenders of the city.

This is a forbidden technology. Until ancient Egypt, humans tried to reuse this technology to process the corpses of pharaohs and nobles in an attempt to make them immortal.

But they were only able to preserve the corpse, but failed to preserve the activity of nerves and muscles, so they couldn't create a real walking corpse.

If there is a dragon palace below, then there must be a corpse guard buried in the palace.

"Professor means..." Caesar raised his eyebrows, "Let's withdraw first and go back to discuss it later?"

"No, the operation is proceeding normally, but with slight adjustments." Schneider shook his head and said, "Of course there may be a palace of the Dragon King under the glacier, but the moment we actually open the palace door is when we start the war with that guy. "

"However, since it is trying every means to drive us away, it means that we have threatened him now. Perhaps the existence in the palace has not truly recovered."

"If its 'cocoon' can be found, then this battle will not require too many sacrifices."

"So, before we are fully prepared, we only need to walk to the door of the palace to confirm whether it has awakened."

Schneider spoke without any emotion, and the scene became somewhat silent and depressing.

His conjecture does have a high possibility. Although it is still very dangerous, it is undoubtedly the best way to deal with it now.

"But the sea water has dropped below zero, and ordinary hybrids will die if they enter." A senior commissioner asked in a low voice, "Who can carry out the submersible mission?"

Everyone looked at Chu Zihang and then at the figure outside.

Even if they can't enter the Dragon King's palace yet, not everyone is qualified to set foot there.

The emergence of those dragon blood subspecies shows that there are still countless dangers and terrors below.

There are huge temperature, water pressure and oxygen issues in that environment;

Even if Jiang Shouyun is an out-and-out super hybrid in everyone's eyes, his combat ability will be restricted to the minimum in such an extreme environment, and the strength he can truly display will definitely be limited, right?

"We can't let him take risks alone." Caesar pondered for a moment, put down the warm teacup in his hand and said, "I'll go too. At least my water quality is much stronger, and my bloodline is enough to last underwater for a long time."

But before Schneider could say anything, a familiar voice came from the distance.

"Master, please think again."

"..." Caesar turned around, saw the person clearly, frowned slightly and said, "Why are you here?"

Wearing a little black dress, crisply ironed trousers, and a delicate silk scarf even on the icebreaker, the visitor was dressed like a devoted British butler.

But looking at the silky and moist blond hair, which is long enough to cover his eyes, he looks like a nobleman being served by a British butler.

Caesar's secretary, Passi Gattuso, once served Caesar's uncle Frost, and he knew more about the Gattuso family than Caesar, the heir.

But Caesar disliked this secretary very much, because Patsy was like the family's hawk.

"The family is worried about the young master's safety and ordered me to follow him to see if I can be of any help."

Even in the face of his young master's disgust, Percy still said respectfully and politely, "In addition, I have brought some things that the young master needs daily. You can enjoy this Arctic trip on the ship."

"Enjoy" this Arctic trip on the boat?

Hearing this, everyone looked at Caesar with strange expressions.

"Everyday needs?" Fingel blinked, not understanding this sentence.

"50 bottles of aged port, 500 cigars, 100 bottles of red wine, 100 bottles of champagne, and 200 bottles of white wine."

Patsy paused and added: "Considering that you will eat more seafood when dining at sea, I prepared more white wine this time."

"I have also prepared 500 pounds of various red meats and 600 pounds of various white meats, including dried abalone from Japan and blue lobster from France, all of which you like, young master."

"In addition, I transferred two chefs from Rome to accompany me, one of whom has been the executive chef at the Four Seasons Hotel Florence for 15 years..."

Fingel became more and more surprised as he listened, then he patted Caesar on the shoulder with a smile and leaned in very affectionately.

"Boss, your secretary is really good! He's a talent! You have to train him so that he can achieve great things in the future. He will be your right-hand man!" As he said that, he gave Caesar a thumbs up, as if he wanted to hug his thighs. appearance.

But Chu Zihang couldn't help but glance at him, wondering if this guy did it on purpose.

Caesar's originally disgusted expression also became extremely gloomy.

After these several life-and-death missions, he had almost forgotten his lifestyle as a noble son, but suddenly remembered it after being reminded like this by Patsy.

He was indeed such a person before. When he sailed around the world, he had to bring his own wine and meat, even his own wine glasses. When supplies were insufficient, he would send planes to fly to the destination first, and then transport the goods to the port.

Of course, there are wine parties, champagne parties, and barbecue parties on board.

Patsy's words were like a slap on his face, pointing at his nose and scolding: You are just a waste who only spends money for fun, can't you live a good life? What kind of fate are you playing?

However, he is no longer the drunken young Gattuso he was back then.

In this small team, he originally thought Fingel was the last one, but after several missions, he himself was the most useless one.

The pride in his bones prevented him from forgetting this fact, so even though he didn't say it, he kept working hard to keep up with these guys.

At this time, in his ears, Fingel's words were more like ridicule, and the envious gazes of everyone made him feel even more angry. The family's self-assertive behavior like treating children made him feel extremely disgusted.

"If I say, I want to go." Caesar looked at the smiling Percy coldly, "Are you going to stop me?"