Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

But what made Caesar turn back was not the elite members of the Gasoso family who followed him to the final battlefield, but the countless surging heartbeats spreading out from the edge of the realm into the endless darkness!

The sickle-tailed weasel whizzing past in the strong wind brought back the sound of dense heartbeats that seemed to be echoing from across a mountain. The frequency of these heartbeats was almost completely consistent. In Caesar's perception, it was like a bronze war drum being beaten!

No matter whose heart was beating wildly in his chest, Caesar could be sure that those things were definitely not simple humans.

Their heart rates even exceeded 350 beats per minute, and even the myocardium of a hybrid would be torn by this level of pacing.

Caesar had dealt with those fallen hybrids of the Demon Clan who had taken evolution drugs before. The imperfect Molotov cocktail created by the legendary King General could not really evolve the hybrids into pure dragons, but only accelerated the process of their mutation into Deadpool.

But those desperate criminals who join the Ghost Clan because they have no other options do not know that within a few days after being injected with the purification drug, they will possess extremely powerful strength, which is even enough for them to obtain rights in the world of hybrids that they never dared to imagine before.

During this period of time, these people have not yet been transformed into dead bodies, but the dragon's genes have begun to suppress human genes. Their sanity has been suppressed and deprived without their knowledge, and they have become crazy, irritable, and keen on killing.

Three months ago, all hybrids who dared to inject the evolutionary drug would be treated as guests of honor by the ghosts. This was a very hypocritical respect.

They degenerate into real Deadpools at an incredible speed. In the process, they kill people everywhere without using guns or blades. Cruel killing is what these lunatics are most passionate about.

This is also the reason why there are very few precedents of fallen hybrids who use purification drugs and eventually become Deadpool.

Because at that time the Yaki Eight Families still had control over the entire Japanese underworld, any hybrid that was completely out of control would be killed by the demon slayers in the Enforcement Bureau.

They have no chance of becoming Deadpools, and in the process they will be filled into concrete piles and sunk into Tokyo Bay.

But even for those fallen hybrids whose body functions collapsed and adrenaline secretion accelerated due to injection of evolutionary drugs, their heart rate usually does not exceed three hundred.

What comes in groups and has a heart rate of 350?

Caesar looked at himself in the rearview mirror, and the next second his blood began to surge. The hot blood surged in his veins, and his body's abilities were fully enhanced.

He had a secret that he had never shared with anyone.

Frost once said to Caesar, "Caesar, you can use the Road to Deification without restraint because you possess pure and thorough human will, and the dragon genes in your body will never be able to overwhelm human genes."

At that time, Caesar was as proud as the sun in the sky. After obtaining the Bloodthirsty Technology, he did not hide it like those dying ambitious people, but used it frequently.

He had already prepared himself for the situation like Chu Zihang, where his dragon blood would become so violent that it could no longer be suppressed and even his golden eyes could no longer be extinguished.

But in the end, nothing happened to him.

When Frost said that to him, Caesar accepted it without hesitation.

In the first twenty years of his life, everyone told Caesar that he was the only protagonist in the world and that his future was so bright and glorious that even he could not imagine it. Caesar was also very proud of himself and thought that he was the one and only one in a million.

But now I think that dragon blood cannot become violent in Caesar's body, perhaps because his genes originally came from one of the greatest supreme beings?

It's really ironic that the so-called road to becoming a god was supposed to gradually release the Tyrannosaurus will suppressed in the hearts of humans, but now it has become a shortcut for him to return to the position he was supposed to be in.

The rain was pouring down, and branches of lightning flashed across the dark clouds.

The sound of the tide echoed in my ears, and in the light of lightning falling from the sky, everyone's face was as hard as a sculpture carved out of granite.

Suddenly, an extremely cold air rose from Caesar's coccyx along the spine, and finally pierced into the top of his head.

At a certain moment, the lightning went out, and the ionization phenomenon sweeping back and forth in the clouds and mountains had not yet had time to dissipate, and the next lightning roared from one end of the sky to the other side of the sky.

Amid the flashes of light, a huge shadow suddenly appeared above the Tama River where huge waves were rolling. The shadow stretched from one side of the river bank to the other side, towering like a mountain range reaching to the sky!

Caesar spat fiercely, turned the car around suddenly, and the engine roared again!

It was an elevated bridge that was not supposed to exist on this river. The shadow of the bridge was twisted and distorted in the surging river surface, like a giant black dragon.

The asphalt road under their feet became smoother at some point. The dripping rain in the darkness on both sides even drowned out the rumbling sound of the tide. Black shadows stood up from the rain and lowered their heads in silence.

But it seemed that only Caesar could see those shadows, while others could only see the viaduct that appeared like a miracle across the Tama River.

Fortunately, today's Tokyo has brought enough shocks to Kassel Academy and the mixed-blood world. The elite of the Gattuso family can be regarded as people who have seen the world. At this moment, such an incredible scene happened before their eyes. The first reaction of these people was not to turn around and run away, but to turn the car around and start the engine like Caesar, while holding a sharp long knife in his hand.

Caesar rode his Harley motorcycle to the front of the team again.

He loaded two Desert Eagles in front of everyone, but when he put the two guns back to his waist, he suddenly froze.

In the oncoming strong wind, the kamaitachi brought back sporadic, melodious organ sounds.

There was a girl singing a sad tune on the organ. It was an Irish folk song.

Caesar was struck by lightning in the rainstorm. He suddenly recalled what Chu Zihang had told him and Lu Mingfei, that he had accidentally entered Nibelung many years ago.

The mark of God, Maybach 62S, stormy night, elevated road, limited edition luxury car.

There is also the father who roars like a lion and the Irish folk songs that never stop playing in the Maybach.

The Nibelungs did not collapse.

As expected, Ange and Chu Zihang were still trapped in the kingdom of the dead.

Now the Nibelungen Gate was right in front of Caesar. The strong wind blew away the branches that blocked the sign at the entrance of the viaduct, on which was written "Elevated Road No. 0" in Arabic numerals and Chinese.

"That's really your style, you bastard dad." Caesar said softly, "You don't use Italian or Dragon language, and you even use Chinese to mark the gate of Nibelung..."

The Harley motorcycle started up with a roar, and Caesar lay on the motorcycle without hesitation and rushed into the viaduct like a running cheetah.

As expected, he had entered another world. Countless heartbeats and roars surrounded Caesar. The towering iron street lamps were lit one after another. This road that seemed to be suspended in the endless void was exposed to Caesar unscrupulously.

Behind him, dozens of heavy machines accelerated and rushed into the Nibelungen at the same time. Hundreds of black shadows in the accumulated water were immediately blasted to pieces by mercury-containing bullets or cut in half by heavy long swords before they could even stand still.

Odin's heroic spirit is no match for the army that the Gattuso family has raised over the past few decades, not to mention that they are the guards following Caesar, each of them is an elite among the elites.

In front of these people, the heroic spirits condensed by alchemy are just prey.

The followers silently and efficiently cleared the obstacles on Caesar's road. Those who used long swords lay on the motorcycle, and their long swords drew meteor-like lines of fire on the ground, using the blades to cut the oncoming Deadpool.

Those who used guns turned into a torrent of steel, and anything that stood in their way was torn into pieces!

There was no heroic spirit in Caesar's eyes. He just kept moving forward following the Irish folk song, and even a faint blue flame was spewing out of the jet pipe of the locomotive.

At a certain moment, he finally stopped in front of a magnificent ball of bright light.

Two ferocious human figures were fighting each other in the transparent red air curtain.

Chu Zihang and Odin slashed at each other with knives and huge swords. They were so fast, so fast that they could almost travel through time!

The battered Maybach was parked not far away. The black shadows roared hoarsely but did not dare to approach the luxury car.

Caesar heard a faint heartbeat in the car.

He looked over and saw the frail old man fastened to the passenger seat by a seat belt in a posture that looked as if he was dead.

In the end, the boy did not run away.

The desperado finally found his only support for survival, and his son was finally able to bring his father back home. How could he run away like a coward?

Chu Zihang leaped up in the fierce light, surrounded by countless golden meteors. He glared like a King Kong and roared like a lion. At this moment, in Caesar's eyes, the man's back looked as hideous as a devil and as insurmountable as a mountain.

Chu Zihang's low roar came from the wind, the sound was hard and harsh, like chewing steel or holding a blade between teeth.

He was so angry, so angry, that the fire of anger was going to set the world on fire!

He says,

"God, come on, it's time for us to settle the accounts!"

In the flash of the sword, Caesar saw Odin's face with his mask almost broken. It was a face that was 70% similar to Chu Zihang.

Chapter 404: Men’s Friendship is as Strong as Diamond

Such tension is truly daunting. The child ignited by anger is also burning with a fierce light, and the god is also burning with a fierce light. When the sword and the knife collide, the entire Nibelung is shaking.

"Young Master..." Someone came forward with a knife in hand and called out in a low voice beside Caesar, but this boy, whose temperament was somehow as calm as a mountain, just stretched out a hand firmly and calmly, and made a gesture of silence.

Any half-blood would know what the Qi realm that appeared before them was.

That was a dangerous area. The edge of the area where the air met the air appeared a bright red gold due to the extremely high temperature.

Caesar could be sure that Chu Zihang's characteristics were integrated into this field. The words of the Lionheart Club's president were kept highly confidential in the academy, but Caesar always knew what a dangerous power that was.

Before accepting the Nibelungen Plan, the Jun Flame released by Chu Zihang was comparable to a gas combustion bomb released at close range, and the local temperature that could be applied to still objects was as high as two thousand degrees Celsius. After accepting the Nibelungen Plan, although this guy's words did not undergo earth-shaking changes like Caesar's sickle-weasel, the increase in power was also incredible.

Even when they were carrying out the mission of infiltrating Genji Heavy Industries together, Chu Zihang used Blood Rage when he was attacked by a prince-level dragon-shaped corpse guard. His bloodline was greatly improved, and Jun Yan also had a tendency to continue evolving into a higher-level Word Spirit.

Jun Yan was originally identified as a high-risk Word Spirit by the academy. So far, there is still no conclusion as to whether the evolved form of this Word Spirit is the miraculous "Rhine" or the world-destroying Word Spirit "Zhulong" that is exclusive to the king. But no matter which one it is, as long as Chu Zihang has anything to do with them, in his blood-bursting state, he will be like a small-yield human nuclear bomb.

The brilliant light, the overwhelming breath of death and the bloodline suppression that would make any half-blood tremble, these were exactly the characteristics of Odin known to the academy.

At this moment, even Caesar was not sure to what extent Chu Zihang had pushed his blood-rage to be able to fight with gods.

"The words of Chu Tianjiao in the gray list are very rare. I think even if Odin turns him into his puppet, he will not give a puppet the power of a true king." Caesar casually pulled out a long sword with a graceful shape from the waist muscle of the man beside him. The blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the brilliant light and fire.

He brought the knife close to the edge of the field, and the blade and handle began to tremble uncontrollably. White-purple static electricity was like roots growing from the roots of a banyan tree, swirls around where the blade touched the air wall.

Black fire snakes with a temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius could not wait to swim out from the inside of the field and wrap around the blade of the long sword.

Caesar's forearm muscles bulged like hard steel. He grasped the hilt of the knife and pushed the blade fiercely into the field. Two seconds later, a huge wave of high-temperature air destroyed this ancient alchemical knife that even left its name in history. Countless steel fragments that were even smaller than a fingernail flew out, and then were spun by the wild wind in the field, turning into bright droplets and black ashes in the air.

The bright metal droplets hovered in the air, and two seconds later, as if attracted by a strong magnetization phenomenon, they shot towards the air wall of the field like bullets.

The man who was guarding Caesar with a knife had a slightly changed expression.

The ancient alchemical sword destroyed by the field in front of him was not some second-rate item, but a treasure forged from recycled metal by the alchemist master of the time in the Middle Ages when dragons were still rampant.

The ancient alchemical sword that had been treasured by the Gattuso family for hundreds of years had killed countless Deadpools and had also drunk the blood of pure-blooded dragons.

Hundreds of extremely intense battles failed to destroy this weapon, but Caesar simply pushed it into the edge of the field and it was instantly shattered by the high-temperature airflow.

"Leave here, this battle is not our responsibility!" the man whispered.

"It's not yours, but it's definitely mine." Caesar slapped the broken knife on the chest of the man next to him. He took a deep breath, and the flickering flame in his pupils suddenly burned as if a large glass of alcohol was poured into it.

The azure scales spread back along the corners of the boy's eyes, and soon covered his cheeks.

Caesar's facial features also changed. Sharp protrusions grew on his cheekbones and frontal bones, as if they could break through the skin at any time. The dilated capillaries were divided into the red color of the arteries and the bright blue color of the veins, crawling all over his face like a group of snakes.

The blood rushed directly from the first degree to the third degree, and Caesar Gattuso slowly straightened his spine on the fuselage of Harley Davis.

The loyal guards who were guarding him slowly retreated because a terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the boy.

The aura was so solemn and yet so violent, like a combination of an angry monarch and a bloodthirsty beast.

"Caesar, Mr. Frost and the head of the Pompey family have lost contact. You are now the only hope of the Gattuso family!" Someone hid his trembling heart and whispered behind Caesar.

But the man slowly looked up at the sky and let out such a long breath that appeared pale in the rain.

"When I was still in college, someone said something to me. He told me, Caesar, the friendship between men is as strong as diamond." Caesar said, his voice was hard and his cheeks were hard. When he stood there, he looked like an ancient stone sculpture.

"If someone wants to kill my friend, then kill me too. This is Caesar Gattuso's justice!"

The soldiers of the Gattuso family suddenly panicked. There was the sound of howling wind in the rain, but in the kingdom of the dead, all elements were still and wind should not exist.