Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

He paused.

"You should have learned this."

Chu Zihang nodded slightly.

Professor Sanoy's "History of Paleontology".

All three students skipped classes, but they all stayed up all night for the three nights before the exam to memorize the entire textbook.

“These Deadpools are exhibiting serpentine mutations,” Genji continued. “They originally had two legs. During the mutation process, the bones of their legs gradually fused, soft tissue proliferated, and eventually merged into a tail. This form is not common in the dragon lineage, but it is not without precedent. Their bone structure is now somewhere between humans and large snakes, closer to—”

“Titan Python,” Chu Zihang replied.

He didn't need Genjiro's explanation. He was also Professor Senoy's student.

"Titanoboa, the largest snake ever. It lived in the Paleocene epoch, about 60 million years ago. Fossils were found in the Cerrejón coal mine in Colombia. The largest individuals are estimated to have been over 20 meters long and weighed over a ton," he recited the sentences from the textbook, like an emotionless tape recorder.

Caesar glanced at him.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that the three of them were students in the same college, but in different years, and they were crammed into the same lecture hall listening to the same gray-haired old man talk about the difference between dragon skeletons and dinosaur fossils.

“The ancestors of pythons had legs,” Genjiro’s voice pulled him back to reality. “In the long process of evolution, the legs gradually disappeared, leaving only tiny remnants in the pelvic area. But primitive giant snakes like Titanoboa may have still retained amorphous, functionally degenerated hind limbs.”

He looked at the dense, serpentine figures at the bottom of the well, still climbing upwards.

"These Dead Servants are undergoing rapid mutation under the stimulation of dragon blood. Their evolutionary direction has been guided towards some ancient, extinct form. This is not a natural mutation; it is artificially guided."

Caesar remained silent for a few seconds.

What makes you that judgment?

“Abnormalities should be uncontrollable,” Yuan Zhisheng said. “Dragon blood is a catalyst for disordered evolution. Theoretically, every human who comes into contact with high concentrations of dragon blood and undergoes abnormalities should go in their own different and random directions of alienation. Some people grow scales, some develop bone hyperplasia, some have their blood coagulate into a gel-like substance... This is in line with the chaotic nature of dragon blood.”

He paused.

"But look below."

He didn't need to point it out; Caesar and Chu Zihang had already seen it.

Dozens, even hundreds, of snake-shaped Dead Servants.

Their shapes are highly consistent.

The way their tails are wrapped, the patterns of their scales, the angle of their spines, and even the way their heads emerge from their long hair are all strikingly similar.

This is not a random result of natural evolution.

These are products from the same batch coming off the factory assembly line.

“Serpentine aberration is a very high-level aberration, second only to dinosaur aberration,” Yuan Zhisheng said in a low voice. “Its rarity is such that many scholars who study dinosaur genes have only ever seen it in specimen slides in their entire lives. But now, there are at least hundreds of living samples here.”

He paused for an even longer time.

"Someone made them."

"Someone threw them into this building."

"This was a premeditated attack."

He spoke the last few words very slowly.

So slow that each syllable felt like a hammer blow.

Caesar did not immediately refute.

He replayed everything that had happened that night in his mind.

The intruders—no, not necessarily human—killed all the executive bureau cadres in the mural hall within ten minutes and precisely took the most crucial mural.

The building was immediately locked down.

An earthquake occurred.

Hordes of deadly snake-like Deadpools emerged from the elevator shaft.

Tachibana Masamune broke his promise. He was supposed to be waiting for Genjiro on the beam below.

Now, the three of them stood at the edge of the mural hall, where the fire was spreading, facing hundreds of hungry monsters climbing upwards. Inside the building were hundreds of ordinary employees who had not been evacuated, and a main control system that was completely sealed off 24 hours a day and that even Genji himself could not enter.

“It’s not about conquering,” Chu Zihang suddenly said.

He gazed at the dense clusters of golden lights at the bottom of the well, his voice calm.

"It is destruction."

Caesar turned to look at him.

“There was a conqueror king in history who was just like that,” Chu Zihang said, as if stating a distant historical fact. “Attila the Hun. He marched westward, from the Don River to the Rhine River, burning cities along the way to the ground. He did not occupy land, demand tribute, or accept surrendered generals.”

"Emperor Valentinian III of the Western Roman Empire once asked him: What does that barbarian really want? This is Rome, the land favored by the gods, and I can give him much. What is his ambition?"

Chu Zihang paused for a moment.

“His sister, Princess Honoria, said: All he wants is destruction.”

Attila was the Dragon King.

This is common knowledge at Kassel College, written in Chapter Three of "The Dragon Genealogy".

Dragon wars are always fueled by immense rage, with the aim of utterly destroying their opponents.

They never accept surrender.

"Is it theoretically possible to control Deadpool?" Caesar asked.

He was asking about Genjiro.

Genjiro was his enemy. Just ten minutes ago, he had fired seven tranquilizer darts into the man's abdomen, slammed his knee into his chest, and smashed his brow bone with his fist.

But now, perhaps the only one in the entire building who can answer this question is Genjiro.

"……legend."

Yuan Zhisheng remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"The ancient Persian royal family kept undead servants. The Achaemenid dynasty's Immortal Legion was said to consist of three thousand warriors who were corrupted by dragon blood, lost their minds but retained their fighting instincts. They felt no pain, no fear, and no fatigue, and were the most elite standing army in the ancient world."

He paused.

"But that's just a legend."

Chu Zihang remained silent.

He and Caesar exchanged a glance.

Without a word, they both understood the unspoken thought in each other's eyes: to control those corrupted individuals who had lost their minds and were left only with the instinct to hunt, using a human or hybrid body. It sounded utterly impossible.

But what if they are controlled by neither humans nor hybrids?

What if it's God?

The candlelight flickered in the wind.

All three understood: if everything that happened tonight was a meticulously planned war against the Snake-Headed Eight Families, aimed at their complete annihilation—

So, the person who started this war has already made their move.

They were just responding.

Outside the window, aftershocks continued.

The group of Deadpools at the bottom of the well are still climbing upwards.

Little by little, inch by inch.

Golden pupils burned in the darkness, like eternal lamps on an altar waiting to be lit.

Chapter 685 Let's Ceasefire

"At this point, we're in a position to cooperate, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice wasn't loud, but it was surprisingly clear in this burning, bleeding, and collapsing space. He leaned against the remaining edge of the screen wall, the bullet wound on his abdomen showing its charred outline in the candlelight, his chest rising and falling slowly and restrained with each breath. He looked at Caesar, then at Chu Zihang, offering no pleading, no coercion, simply stating a fact.

silence.

For a full three seconds, there was only the sound of flames devouring the wood and the crackling of mermaid fat boiling.

Then Chu Zihang nodded.

"Yes."

"Both the school rules and the Abrahamic covenant define the obligations of members of the Secret Society—to prevent dragons, dead servants, and all corrupted bloodlines from harming humanity, even at the cost of their lives."

He paused for a moment, staring at the dense, still-climbing golden specks of light at the bottom of the well.

“In times like these, we can cooperate with you.”

"Stop joking!"

Caesar's voice pierced through like a sharp blade. He turned abruptly, the muzzle of his Desert Eagle pressed against Genji's temple, so hard that the veins on the side of the man's head were dented by the metal.

"Look at this thing!" His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, as cold as liquid nitrogen. "This is the great Emperor, a super hybrid that appears once in a thousand years in the Snake Clan. His bloodline is so pure that he can smash a bronze door with his bare hands. His bones are so dense that even a grappling hand cannot break them. He is a freak that is far more like a dragon than a human!"

He stared at Genjiro's profile, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"I can't believe this kind of thing."

Chu Zihang did not immediately refute.

He looked at Caesar's gun barrel, which trembled slightly with anger, at Genjiro's unmoving profile, and at the golden sea of ​​light still spreading at the bottom of the well.

He recalled every interaction he had had with Genjiro since they met, and the spider-slicer that had almost pierced his heart just minutes before.

The only reason they've survived to this day is luck.

“If we go through all that trouble to take care of Deadpool for this guy,” Caesar’s sneer was like a poisoned blade, “would he thank us with champagne? Don’t be naive, Mr. Chairman. He’ll just immediately order the Executive Bureau to surround this place. We’ll go from heroes to prisoners in an instant.”

He pressed the gun barrel even tighter.

"It's a miracle he didn't shoot us in the head. Think about it, just minutes ago this guy's knife almost pierced your heart. And think about it, when we were calling out repeatedly at the bottom of the trench, this guy cut the cable and left us to fend for ourselves at an altitude of 8,000 meters."

He took a deep breath.

"Am I right, Mr. Genji?"

Genjiro did not dodge.