He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

Today's King of Fighters match went exactly as expected! Tang Yu was once again brutally defeated by Erii.

Even though Erii had already given up—no, given up completely—Tang Yu still couldn't even touch the hem of Erii's skirt.

To put it simply, it's very unreasonable!

Other hybrid races are obviously very good at playing games because of their powerful dynamic vision and terrifying nerve reaction speed, so why are they so bad at it when it comes to me?

I'm completely baffled!

It's one thing to be bad at StarCraft, since StarCraft requires a lot of micro-management, but to be this bad at King of Fighters... that's really a bit much!

Tang Yu sighed, lying on the floor and gazing up at the pink ceiling in Erii's room, a faint sadness welling up in his heart.

From Tang Yu's angle, he could see Erii's slender, snow-white neck as soon as he looked up.

Admiring beautiful girls is usually one of life's great pleasures, but Tang Yu's expression suddenly darkened.

A hint of regret flashed deep in Tang Yu's eyes.

Erii's long neck was originally like a perfect work of art, but at this moment... a few flaws appeared on this work of art.

Near Erii's spine, two rows of fine white dragon scales clung to her like maggots clinging to a bone...

Tang Yu was very clear that this was a side effect of Erii releasing the Word of Judgment; the tyrannical bloodline of the White Emperor was constantly eroding her body!

Tang Yu had subconsciously overlooked Erii's bloodline issue all along.

Thinking about it now, the title of "extremely evil demon" for Genjiro is actually more suitable for Erii, whose bloodline is more unstable than that of Genjiro.

Without external intervention, Erii's bloodline wouldn't even allow her to live past thirty.

But how could Tang Yu allow such a thing to happen?

He gently closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his own mental space.

“Iska…”

"What's wrong! I told you not to bother me, not to bother me! Don't you know I'm recovering my strength right now?" Iska, disturbed by Tang Yu's noise, opened her eyes listlessly.

"You ungrateful bastard, don't you think I've suffered enough? Ever since I got you the Storm Serpent, I haven't had a single day of full power. You've squandered it all!"

"Okay, okay, I admit I'm sorry!" Faced with Iska's resentful tone, which sounded like that of a wronged woman in the deep palace, Tang Yu quickly put his hands together and sincerely apologized.

After his self-esteem was greatly satisfied, Iska's tone finally returned to normal from his "yin-yang dragon" state.

He looked up at Tang Yu and said, "Speak, what brings you here this time? Don't tell me you're just here for a casual chat, I don't believe you!"

"Then I'll get down to business!" Tang Yu touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and then got down to business.

"Iska, do you have a way to resolve Erii's bloodline issue?"

“That little girl’s bloodline… If I were alive before, I would certainly have a way to deal with it! But now I’m dead, so…” Iska spread his dragon claws, his dragon face full of innocence.

"Can't you help hybrids evolve into pure-blooded dragons?" Tang Yu asked again, still not giving up.

"Evolving into a pure-blooded dragon is indeed a good method. After becoming a pure-blooded dragon, there will be no need to worry about the impact of blood purity issues! But that little girl is a descendant of the White Emperor, and my power is inherently in conflict with the White Emperor's, so... I can't help her with this matter!"

"Is that so..." Tang Yu's tone was filled with undisguised disappointment.

"Does this mean I have no choice but to go find the Little Devil?" Tang Yu muttered to himself, his head lowered.

"You don't need to worry too much, that little girl will definitely be fine!" Iska yawned and said calmly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let me straighten it out for you!" Iska laid his dragon rear end on a meteorite and then began to straighten the dragon's claws in a clear and methodical manner.

“Look, the White Emperor has been killed by you, right? I can feel that after He awoke, He didn’t have time to prepare a ‘cocoon’ for Him, so… His remains after death naturally inherited His remaining power and most of His authority. They became a ‘Dragon Bone Cross’.”

“That’s right! And then?” Tang Yu nodded, looking at Iska with anticipation.

Iska continued, "Now that the White Emperor's remains have been transformed into the 'Dragon Bone Cross,' the various factions involved in the war will certainly not let go of a treasure of this caliber!"

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169 The Half-Blood King

"Now that they've taken the Dragon Bone Cross, they'll inevitably divide it according to their contribution! The Serpent Clan also contributed a lot in the battle to annihilate the White Emperor, so they should get at least 30 or 40%! Taking the Dragon Bone Cross from the White Emperor, 30 or 40% is roughly enough for two people to complete their bloodline sublimation and evolve into pure-blooded dragons!"

“By the way, I think I’ve seen a similar plan before in the Secret Party’s elders’ council. I think it was called ‘Half-Blood Monarch’?” Isca said, resting his chin on his hand as he told Tang Yu most of the information he knew.

"I see..." Tang Yu exclaimed, feeling somewhat bewildered yet impressed.

……

Genji Heavy Industries Building, Super VIP Rooms.

Angers was comfortably leaning against the large bed in the deluxe king room, with a small table on the bed and a silver-white laptop on it.

On the computer screen, the Night Watchman and Manstein's two slightly bald heads were unusually glaring.

“Old buddy, take a closer look at the screen, and you and your son really do look alike!” Angers took a sip of coffee and teased the Night Watchman with practiced ease.

“Of course they look like father and son!” The Night’s Watchman pulled Manstein into his arms, cradling his head in his chest, and said smugly, “Don’t you know whose son he is!”

"Ugh……"

Manstein sighed helplessly. He was the disciplinary committee member of Kassel College, which was considered an official position!

Being held in the arms of the Night Watchman like this... how embarrassing! If the students saw this, wouldn't all the upright and serious image of the disciplinary committee member that he had worked so hard to cultivate be completely ruined?

Thinking of this, Manstein hurriedly broke free from the Night's Watch's "benevolent father's" embrace.

"Dad, the school board is waiting for our reply! Let's get down to business first!"

"Alright, let's get down to business!" The Night's Watchman released his son, then picked up a bottle of vodka and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"Hiss... The Russians' life-giving water is really potent! Taking such a big gulp is like swallowing a knife!" The Night Watchman's face turned red, but he still couldn't help but give the Russians a thumbs up in praise.

“Let’s drink later, old buddy. What did the board of directors say?” Angers asked with a gloomy old face.

"What can those guys say! They're all a bunch of dogs who can't say anything nice!"

Manstein and the Night's Watchmen both pursed their lips in unison, their expressions perfectly synchronized!

The two men wore almost identical expressions of disdain; truly, they were father and son...

After expressing his disdain, the Night Watchman continued, "Those old bastards on the Board of Trustees learned through some special channels that the White Emperor has fallen! And... they also know that the White Emperor left behind a 'Dragon Bone Cross'! What those old guys mean is that you should take the 'Dragon Bone Cross' back intact and put it in the Elder Council's treasury for 'proper safekeeping,' so it doesn't fall into the hands of those people at the Neon Branch!"

“Heh…” Angers let out a low, enigmatic laugh. “They still want the complete Dragon Bone Cross? Dream on! The Dragon Bone Cross has already been divided up by the three of us! It’s already been chopped into pieces!”

"How much did we get?" The Night's Watchman rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat excited.

“Forty percent!” Angers replied with a smile. “I managed to secure the dragon's head!”

"Oh yeah!" The Night Watchman was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He was even more thrilled than if a 280-pound girl had confessed her love to him.

In fact, besides being the vice principal of Kassel College, the Night Watchmen have another little-known identity—legendary alchemy mentors!

Decades ago, the Night Watch alchemy mentor was a highly respected figure in the hybrid race!

Those who respected him called him "Master Flamel," while those who feared him called him "Flammel the Terrible."

Although the two titles have different connotations, they both speak to the achievements of the Night's Watch in the field of alchemy.

What is the one thing a powerful alchemist could never refuse? Alchemical artifacts, of course, those that only exist in legends!

The "Dragon Bone Cross" clearly fits the prerequisite that it "only exists in legends".

"When will the Dragonbone Cross be brought back? I need to study it carefully! Maybe I can make a great discovery!" The Night's Watchman rubbed his hands together, eager to try.

“It’ll be a few more days!” Angers’ fingers tapped unconsciously on the table. “When we return to Kassel College, we’ll bring the dragon bones back with us! Oh, and old friend! Before we go back to school, prepare two copies of the Half-King’s Ascension Ritual for me; we’ll need them back there!”

"Two portions?" The Night Watchman's expression showed a hint of surprise. "There's so much Dragon King power left in the Dragonbone Cross?"

"Of course, this is the last thing that the legendary White Emperor left in this world! How could it not be something extraordinary?"

“Alright, I understand!” The Night Watchman nodded and took another swig of vodka.

"Who are these two promotion rituals prepared for? Chu Zihang? Caesar? Lu Mingfei? Or perhaps Tang Yu?"

"Why didn't you include the two of us?" Angers asked with a smile.

“What’s the point of including it? Are you planning to become a half-blood king? Don’t be ridiculous!” The Night Watchman said matter-of-factly, “You and I have lived in this world for far too long! Long lifespans are just a curse for us! Besides… don’t you have high hopes for those young people? How could you possibly steal their things?”

“You really know me like the back of your hand!” Angers paused. “It’s for Caesar and Lu Mingfei!”

"Why not choose Chu Zihang and Tang Yu?"

“Those two…” A hint of nostalgia appeared in Angers’ aged eyes, “They each had their own extraordinary encounters, and we don’t need to worry about them! Once the rituals for the half-blood king are completely completed, it will be time for us to launch a decisive battle against the Council of Elders!”

At this point, Angers suddenly remembered something: "By the way, old friend! What are the people at Kassel College saying about declaring war on the Elders' Council?"

"What else can we say?" The Night's Watchman looked somewhat troubled. "The tenured professors never interfere, and they haven't commented on this matter! King Solomon sent someone to tell me to keep things quiet and not disturb their experiments!"

"On the students' side, 95% of them support your decision! After all, you, Angers, are their pillar of strength! As for the executive department... Schneider is screening a list of people who may have been infiltrated by the board of directors. The board's spies won't be able to stay there for long! Schneider's methods... you should be very clear about them."

Angers listened to every word, then nodded in satisfaction and continued listening.

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170 Pompeii

“The only slightly troublesome issue is the professors!” The Night Watchman took another swig of vodka. “40% of the professors believe your decision will push Kassel College into the abyss! Some professors even want to tip off the Board of Trustees! I’ve already used the highest level of authority to have 'Eva' block all external communication facilities within the college, so the Board of Trustees shouldn’t notice anything unusual for the time being!”

“It won’t matter to them even if they find out!” Angers’ tone was full of confidence. “In a few days, after the ‘Half-Blood Monarch’ project is completed, the school board will be no threat to us… Besides, we have allies!”

Angers' usually gentle eyes flashed with fire. "The corrupt rule of the Elders' Council... no, the Board of Trustees, which has lasted for thousands of years, should come to an end!"

“Let us give them one last fire!” the Night’s Watchman said softly, raising his wine bottle to the air in a toast.

"Rest in peace, souls judged as heretics!" the Night's Watchman said softly.

……

Italy, outside Turin.

The private plane of the current head of the Gattuso family, Pompeii Gattuso, slowly landed on the airport runway. Not far from the airport, there was a huge complex of buildings.

That is the Gattuso family estate, which has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Pompeii has returned home!

Pompeii sat comfortably on the sofa in the cabin, gazing at the brightly lit buildings in the distance with a cryptic expression.