Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

The old guys were stunned for a moment, then stood up angrily.

"I knew you couldn't be trusted!" St. George slammed the black box he was carrying.

He threw a stack of photos at the night watchman's face. The night watchman let out a strange cry and kicked out the man who was eavesdropping in the corner behind the door with a movement and speed that was simply beyond common sense for a man of his size.

"I told you to put it in the pile on the left! The pile on the left!" he roared, and Finkel rolled and crawled like a nimble stray dog ​​to avoid the rain of punches.

"You didn't even tell me whether it was on your left side or on my left side!" He howled miserably while running away in the small space. "Besides, I thought you called me back because you wanted to have a party! It's okay to have some porn to liven up the atmosphere!"

"Enough!" Saint Cadmus' cheeks twitched, and he ended the farce with a roar.

"Take the things out and let us see them ourselves." He glared at Finkel, then looked at the night watchman.

The old cowboy muttered, "I knew it would be easier to keep this loser in Cuba, so I had to call him back..." and opened the secret compartment at the back of the closet.

There were indeed two stacks of documents inside.

The night watchman selected a stack and distributed it to everyone present. "Inside these are the investigation evidence left by Frost before his death and his discoveries within the Gattuso family over the years." He said, "There is his private seal on it. As long as we use the bloodline to awaken it, we can distinguish the authenticity."

"It was left by Frost." St. George said. He had pressed the obscure seal on the lower left corner of the document. Golden light flowed out from the seal like water, filling every corner of the document. Then, fonts that were completely different from the original content appeared on the golden luster.

For a moment the only sounds in the bell tower were the wind and the turning of papers.

Finkel's eyes flickered and he glanced at the elders and school directors who appeared here, with a cigar in his mouth like a night watchman.

These people actually don't like Frost. Compared with the determination of the old guys and the romance of the young people, he is more like a profit-seeking businessman.

It was only in the Gattuso family's obituary that Frost died in a glorious cause, and in Odin's attack on the academy, this despised guy resolutely chose to use his identity and a part of the Dragon Bone Cross to lead the god to the landing point of the Sword of Retribution.

Such an honorable death was enough to wipe out all the shame he had left behind.

A few minutes later, flames were burning at everyone's fingertips, and the ashes of the burned documents fell onto the black and moldy oak floor.

The bell tower was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the rustling of leaves dancing in the wind, and everyone was immersed in the horrific message left by Frost.

"Pompeii is Odin," said the night watchman. "Dear Charlotte has always known this, hasn't she?"

"Yes." Miss Charlotte's eyes were covered with a white veil, which was hung from above her head by the butler who never left her side.

This will prevent the night watchman's rather old-fashioned pornographic films from polluting the lady's still relatively pure eyes.

“If Pompey is Odin, why would he, as the Dragon King, spend huge sums of money to support the academy’s dragon-slaying business?” St. George actually seemed very calm. He sat comfortably on the soft chair, fingers crossed, his eyes as deep as a golden lake.

"We are all human beings, why did De San commit genocide against the Jews?" The night watchman sneered.

Everyone's eyes flickered.

There were quite a few supporters of De III back then, including Beowulf and Cadmus, who were actually loyal fans of De III. However, the Führer's mental state later had problems, and a madman could not lead them into a new era, so all the aid in the later period was completely terminated.

"The world of dragons is not one of love, harmony and friendship. The Dragon King who crawled out of the grave dreams of killing his brothers and sisters and swallowing their corpses to merge the rights of both and ascend to a higher throne. If creatures like dragons are willing to put aside their prejudices and unite under the same leader, why can humans rise to the top of the world's food chain despite being in a weak position for thousands of years?" The night watchman drank the foamy beer and groaned happily.

"Aren't you curious about why the secret party has never had a real victory over the Dragon King in history, but has been successful in the war with dragons in recent years? Chicago ended the bronze and became the Fire King Norton, BJ killed the King of Earth and Mountains Fenrir, and nailed the White King Izanagi and Herzog to death in Tokyo Bay with the Sword of Retribution... Every action was premeditated and had intelligence advantages. But in fact, everyone here doesn't know that there is no difference between the Dragon King and humans before awakening. Who can find them before they hatch except the same kind of Dragon King?" The old guy patted his belly and stood up, and swept the edge of the candlelight with a look of contempt, and everyone who met his eyes lowered their heads.

The continuous victories in the dragon-slaying battlefield have made the school board dizzy. They know very well that they have no way of locking onto the human body of the Dragon King with their own abilities, but they still wishfully believe that all victories are just around the corner and the day to end the dragon clan is just around the corner.

"The information that Norton's human body will appear in Six Flags on that day was passed to Angers by the Gattuso family, and the information that Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains, awakened in the Nibelungen in Beijing subway was posted on the Hunter website by a guy with the ID of Prince... Guess who is the administrator of the Hunter website?" The night watchman walked behind St. George, put his hands on the shoulders of the old man who was old enough to be his father or grandfather, and leaned down slightly.

"Nido," Elizabeth whispered.

"Reverse that word."

"Odin..." Cadmus frowned and exhaled a hot breath.

"But the archives of the secret party store all the information about Pompey from birth to today, including which woman he slept with in a certain year and month, and what color underwear the woman wore that day. They all remember it clearly." St. George looked up at the night watchman's eyes, "I still remember that he came to visit my family when he was very young. At that time, he was still a child, like a ball of hair."

"To be honest, it's really a taboo to hear someone like you say the word 'women's underwear'." The night watchman shook his body.

"But do you remember that I said that the Palace of Azure is a huge alchemical matrix?"

St. George ignored the night watchman's offense and waited for his next words.

"That alchemical matrix has not been recorded by Flamel and Gottingen, but the lines drawn have a strong religious feel and are filled with various religious symbols. It should be a product of the Middle Ages." The night watchman looked at Charlotte. "What is our speculation?"

"Okay, Mr. Flamel." Miss Charlotte nodded and stood up. She nodded slightly to everyone present, then said softly, "The Blue Palace is the eye of the alchemical matrix. They used that huge matrix to create a kingdom... It is not a kingdom in the real world, but one of the highest achievements of alchemy, the spiritual replacement in the seven kingdoms."

Everyone looked at the Night Watchman.

They couldn't say they respected this old bastard, but in the field of alchemy, Master Flamel was indeed the most accomplished person in the world today.

"It's hard to explain in a few words, but I guess every head of the Gattuso family is actually the same person." The night watchman shrugged and sat back in his seat.

There was silence for a moment, and whispers echoed in the small space.

"The legend of Odin first appeared in Scandinavia. Later, Norse mythology declined with the interest of the Christian Church. At the same time, the ancestor of the Gattuso family, Geus Octavius ​​Augustus, who was active in the ancient Roman Empire, died. My guess is that the main god has hidden himself in the bloodline of this family since then. He relies on spiritual replacement to take away the bodies of each head of the Gattuso family until the most suitable child is born. He then reappears in the world to join the battlefield of Ragnarok." said the night watchman.

"According to the information left by Ange, we already know that Odin first appeared in China in 2007. If what you said is true, the Supreme has already made his choice?" Elizabeth said.

The night watchman narrowed his eyes.

"Caesar, isn't it clear? Looking at how enthusiastic those old guys in the Gattuso family are towards that kid, I almost start to suspect that they are a group of perverted pedophiles, okay?" he said.

Elizabeth choked and gave up trying to find out more.

"Most of you must have seen those old monsters named with Greek letters in the Blue Palace, right? Some of them are over 300 years old, and some are over 500 years old. They use evil alchemy technology and technological products after the Industrial Revolution to prolong their lives... Facing changes again and again, when the Gattuso family stood at the fork in the historical torrent, these people always made the right choice... They almost never had disagreements, and their thoughts were unified, just like one person." The night watchman said, "No one knows their words and abilities, because those who knew all this have been erased."

The torrent of history is rolling in, and no family can prosper forever. It's always one family after another.

But the Gattuso family has never made a wrong choice since it rose to prominence as a mafia family in Sicily. When the Axis powers were at their peak, they chose to stab Germany in the back; when the Industrial Revolution was in full swing, they chose to go against the current, mortgaging all their industries to banks and then investing in emerging technology companies.

Today, the head of this family has become the regent of the mixed-blood world. The Board of Directors and the Senate used the black cards in their hands to put Pompey on the throne of emperor.

"The minds of the old monsters are connected by the alchemical matrix, and their abilities are also shared, so they cannot attack. If they attack, it will be the elemental turbulence when the Dragon King is born." said the Night Watchman.

No one refuted this statement.

"The Gattuso family has developed to this day with a stable bloodline and huge wealth. They should have tens of thousands of members, but have you seen any Gattuso members other than Caesar?" The night watchman's voice was slightly cold.

Even someone as strong as Cadmus couldn't help but shudder.

"We have learned from the White King Herzog about the original plan of the ancient White Emperor. She let her descendants multiply in Japan, and then harvest their genes when they grow up to complete herself... The Blue Palace is also doing this, but they are not completing themselves, but making Odin's genes stronger, strong enough to compete with the emperor who is destined to return... Every old man in the Gattuso family is a member of this completion plan. They are an important node for Odin to stay in the world. If you cut open their chests, you can see that their hearts are no longer human in color, but in the shape of dragons..."

"Where is the evidence? I want evidence." St. George interrupted the night watchman rudely.

The Vice Principal licked his lips.

"Aren't you curious about why Beowulf didn't show up in this council? Because he and Ange are old friends. Ange commissioned him to do something before leaving for Japan..."

"what's up?"

“Kill an elder of the Gattuso family and see what color his heart is.” The night watchman said softly, with a sharp light in his eyes. “Why do you think they spared no effort to hunt down Lu Mingfei? Isn’t it just to eat his value so that they can evolve into more ultimate creatures…”

Chapter 587 Death of Fate

After the afterglow of the alchemical weapon's power faded away, the gray haze was pierced through with dozens of holes like lotus pods, through which the hazy skylight shone.

Lu Mingfei and his companions, who had already rushed to the outermost part of City 023 to directly experience the battle, were stunned. They finally knew what the beam of light rising into the sky was.

Under each shuttle ship is an alchemical matrix with mercury flowing. These alchemical matrices have been charging for the inevitable attack since entering Siberia, and their power is now beyond imagination.

When those weapons were fired, violent explosions occurred almost simultaneously on the body of the Word Spirit summoned by Beowulf.

What came out of those gun barrels was not black pellets but sharp light like that emitted by oversized welding torches.

It was like a river of lava bursting its dam and crashing head-on into Beowulf's huge body. Every time that ferocious and majestic body was hit by the alchemical weapon, huge ripples would appear centered on the point where the light beam landed. The armor woven with silver-grey light beams cracked inch by inch, and finally it seemed as if the entire body was covered with spider webs.

Soon, one after another, beams of light rose from Beowulf's body, just like the ones Lu Mingfei had seen in the opera house just now. They were the manifestation of the stable elemental tides being torn apart and swirled up into the sky by turbulence.

As more and more alchemical weapons were added to the battlefield, the beam of light became larger and larger, and its color gradually changed from pale to red gold.

The surrounding mountains and snow on the frozen forests were all illuminated in a pale white.

"Look at Beowulf." The knuckles of Chu Zihang's fingers turned slightly white as he held Murasame's.

Beowulf was completely wrapped in silver-gray threads under the feet of the huge glowing figure, but the threads turned dim at this time. It was obvious that being hit by continuous alchemical weapons had consumed too much of his strength.

Like the surface of the giant's body, Beowulf's skin is covered with spider-web-like cracks, reminiscent of a porcelain doll that has been dropped on a marble floor.

A dazzling golden light seeped out from the cracks, making the old man look as if he was on fire from the inside out. The burning fire was about to turn his flesh and bones red.

He turned his back to Lu Mingfei and the others and raised his fist towards the shuttle fleet lined up in the distance.

The ripples on the body of the god that stood like a giant god were gradually smoothed out. After a moment, he raised the long sword that was made up of elements and pointed the blade at the old man who was lifted up by the wind in the distance.

The situation was already very clear. This old man who once dominated Northern Europe for an era did not surrender in the end. He and his honor suppressed his anger and pretended to obey Pompey's orders, but when the real hunting team was about to find Lu Mingfei, he turned against them.

Even among the people who carried out Operation Aurora, some specialists had already stood on their side.

They roared to the battlefield and were burned to ashes by flames of thousands of degrees. When the ashes fell from the sky, it was like gray snow.

Elderly people in winter windbreakers came out from the rising snow dust, coughing violently. They were obviously stunned when they saw Lu Mingfei and his group.

"Is it you?" The old man in the lead stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"It's me." Lu Mingfei nodded.

The click of bullets being loaded rang in their ears, and the old men pulled the bolts of their guns in incredible synchronicity.

"Beowulf didn't expect that they could use so many powerful alchemical weapons. Even though he had prepared the Sun Disc in advance to force his Word Spirit Realm to stabilize at its peak state, it is now on the verge of collapse." The old man shook hands with Lu Mingfei. His palms were old and rough, and his muscles were as hard as some dried tree roots.

"My name is Valentin. Many years ago, my friends and I worked for the hunting team of the Nikitich family. Later, during the October Revolution, the last generation of Saint Dobrynya was killed by the revolutionary army. The family declined, and we became free mercenaries. On the one hand, we still devoted ourselves to the dragon-slaying career of the past, and on the other hand, we did some shameful things." He introduced himself, and his old and turbid eyes seemed to only hold Lu Mingfei.

Dobrynya Nikitich, also known as the Saint Dobrynya family in modern times, is an ancient clan left over from the mythological era, just like Beowulf, St. George, Cadmus and other elders.

The origins of this family can be traced back to the time of Vladimir I, the Sun Prince, when the first Saint Dobrynya killed the three-headed Longorinić on the Puchai River.

This is the most representative elder family among the Slavs, but when the October Revolution occurred, this ethnic group lost San Dobrynia forever. In the following long decades, the country has not been able to produce mixed-race institutions of sufficient weight, so it eventually fell into the second echelon of the dark society.

"I thought you... were here to arrest me." Lu Mingfei respected these old people who had lived from another era to today.

"The hunting team was called together when we found the dragon. When a team is formed, its leader is confirmed... More voices will only increase casualties, so we always follow the orders of the leader. Beowulf is the captain of this hunting team, and his words are more effective than those of the school board." said Valentin.

He and the old men around him raised their guns and aimed everywhere. In the distance, they could see the hatch of the shuttle ship open under the snow and dust, and groups of soldiers lined up and filed out.

Chu Zihang and Caesar looked at each other. They were being forced back to City 023 by these old men, but the battle in the city was far from over.

No matter they were the guards recruited by the real Bunin to guard the royal city or the desperate criminals brought from Moscow by old Bunin to save time, they were the elite of the elite in the military field. People like Okinets had even participated in the Great Patriotic War and the October Revolution, and their hands were stained with the blood of Nazi Germany and the Tsarist regime.

To fight against such an opponent, even the elite of the executive department had to be extremely alert. In fact, because this was originally a military confrontation aimed at destroying the target, both sides used deadly weapons, and even an accidental stray bullet could take their lives.

"What is Mr. Beowulf's purpose and who does he work for?" Lu Mingfei asked.

The most urgent task now is to distinguish between the enemy and us on this battlefield. With his current strength and means, no matter which side he joins, it will bring an overwhelming change to the situation.

Based on Lu Mingfei's superficial understanding of the human political landscape, it is hard to say that Beowulf and the group of guys who are using alchemical weapons to attack the divine body realm have completely different goals.

Maybe they just had different interests, so a bloody conflict broke out?