Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

This is why the fierce ghosts are unable to produce large quantities of evolutionary medicines and store them during the incubation period, and why they cannot immediately use these evolutionary medicines to create thousands of evil ghosts once a conflict breaks out with the Eight Snake Clans.

Dragon blood serum, even if it is a low-quality product with huge side effects, cannot be stored in containers forged from any existing known materials. It can only be stored in the body of a living organism.

No matter which powerful king in the dark society stands behind Alexander Bunin, at least he knows dragons much better than Herzog.

"Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side, Christina, and no one in this world can hurt you." Caesar put his face close to the quartz glass cabin wall, and his voice was as gentle as if he was coaxing a child to fall asleep quickly.

The interior of the nutrition cabin was filled with Christina's white silk threads, which were originally like dense green smoke in the mountains, gently twisting in the breeze. But at this moment, they suddenly all turned into sharp needles, and the ends of them were like metal tentacles. After a short period of suspension in the air, they fiercely stabbed the quartz glass in the area where Caesar's cheek was close.

The inner wall of the glass had dense spider-web-like cracks as if it had been hit by a bullet.

Caesar raised his head and gazed at Christina's pale, sickly beautiful face under the quartz glass. The messy silk threads suddenly turned into a grim military formation, and the girl wrapped inside was revealed.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her snake-like body suddenly tensed up, and then completely relaxed.

Christina opened her empty eyes and looked at Caesar outside the glass. Her golden pupils split into reptilian vertical lines, and a faint inhuman roar came from her throat.

The inner walls of the carriage were actually engraved with alchemical matrices. Now these matrices were activated and resonated. Countless bronze pipes as thin as silk threads protruded from the walls, wrapping the nutrient capsule into a huge cocoon.

This train was originally prepared by Bunin for himself. Perhaps in his imagination, when he had to escape from City 023, his body should have been injected with the most perfect dragon serum.

But he met Lu Mingfei, and after going through so many things, that guy had already understood one thing: only ambitious people who are still alive are qualified to put their ambitions into action.

Bunin did not hide his greedy intentions at all, so Lu Mingfei decided to eliminate this hidden danger immediately.

In the end, all the arrangements were cheap for Christina.

But Caesar had a gloomy face, and his alchemy course credits were unbearable to look at. However, after years of exposure, he could tell that the alchemical matrices in operation in this carriage, whether in terms of the polishing techniques or the order in which the matrices were drawn, were similar to the alchemical matrices secretly arranged in the family's core industries.

After the bronze pipe wrapped the nutritious meal, it suddenly tightened, and the quartz glass shattered, but the glass shards did not fall into the cabin, but only floated under the bronze.

Then scarlet steam seeped out from the cracks in the pipes, quickly filling the entire space where Christina was, and the originally restless white threads suddenly calmed down. They were quickly dyed blood-like, greedily absorbing the life energy needed for cocooning from the air, and Christina's pale face gradually turned rosy.

The white silk swayed and turned into a cocoon that wrapped the girl from head to toe, and the red steam was still slowly being delivered.

This kind of mutation was recorded in the Gattuso family's research log. Only hybrids that resonate with Dragon King-level or Prince-level bloodlines will trigger the cocooning phenomenon.

Caesar reached out and touched the steam, then put his finger to his nose and sniffed.

The smell of rust.

Or the taste of blood.

The alchemical matrix arranged on the inner wall of the carriage is actually supplying blood extracted from the body of Deadpool's fetus to Christina.

Alexander Bunin holds more than 80% of Siberia's secrets and wealth. The Soviet government conducted unimaginable bloody experiments during the Cold War. It is not difficult to guess that even if he did not engage in brutal human trafficking like Herzog, that guy would be able to find failed hybrid cloned embryos through the Soviet experimental bases, cultivate them, and then kill them before they are born, and extract enough steam to support him to complete the cocooning process.

After confirming that Christina had begun the cocooning process, Caesar pushed open the door to another carriage.

He sat down behind a long oak table and took out the Gattuso family crest from his pocket.

This thing is actually a small communicator that allows the young master of the Gattuso family to contact the headquarters in Italy from anywhere on the earth.

When the holographic image of Pompey Gattuso appeared on the smooth surface of the long table, Caesar was holding the short hunting knife Dick Tudo against his chest.

The sharp tip of the knife had pierced through the coat and lining and embedded into Caesar's muscles. Blood dripped down the blade, but he just looked up expressionlessly at the man in the diffraction grating who looked more than ten years older than before.

Pompey always looked like a playboy. Even in the most serious occasions, when the elders gathered in Valhalla to discuss how to fight against the resurrected King of the Earth and Mountains, he always appeared in the projection with a scantily clad female companion.

But at this moment, the man in a suit and tie was leaning on a high-back chair, his chin supported by his hand, his pupils indifferent, looking down at Caesar coldly.

"What do you want to do?" Pompey asked.

"I agree. I agree to your plan and arrangement, but the prerequisite is that you exchange my life for Christina's life." Caesar stared at his father's eyes unwillingly. He has always been this kind of person. He will never surrender, never give in, and will either live or die standing.

Pompey chuckled, "My dear son, you should understand that the family does not need corpses." He said.

"I will not commit suicide. As long as you agree, the family will get the complete Caesar Gattuso." Caesar emphasized the word Gattuso.

Pompey hesitated for a moment.

The holographic projection unfolds an agreement.

The family will keep Christina's cocoon and provide the alchemical matrix energy to maintain the stability of her consciousness.

No cost.

Because the price is in the hearts of the Father and the Son.

"I know that you and Chu Zihang will not fight Lu Mingfei as the school board hopes." Pompey's eyes swept across the door of one side of the carriage, "But Christina has not accepted the complete Nibelungen Plan. To save her, you still have no choice but to cooperate with the family."

Caesar signed the agreement with his finger: "Then tell those old guys that if they dare to touch Christina, I will let everyone be buried with them.

His golden eyes had faded into cloudy amber at some point, his dragon blood had cooled, and the severe cold of Siberia suddenly invaded his body.

He looked in the direction of Christina, and seemed to see the figure of a girl covered in metal floating in the crimson liquid. Her hair turned white, entangled with the bronze pipes, like a Valkyrie in mythology who coexisted with the world tree.

"Of course I believe in you, my dear son. Christina will become the new mistress of the Gattuso family, and you will replace me and become the new emperor of this world..." Pompey's voice was like a devil that turned into a giant snake in the Garden of Eden, full of temptation.

"You have already tasted the beauty of power, why do you want to resist it? Accept it, embrace it, who would dare to have any evil thoughts about the emperor's bride?"

Caesar uttered a low laugh.

Pompeii was stunned for a moment.

"It seems that you still don't understand the truth of this world..."

"Dad, tell me, if you are a dragon, then what am I?" Caesar looked up with a bright smile on his face.

Pompey frowned, "I never deny our human identity..."

"Sometimes I worry that a tail will grow out of my butt. If this really happens, I will cut it off with Dick Tudo." Caesar pointed the muzzle of the Desert Eagle at the chest of the blue light intertwined with the shadow. He spat fiercely and drank the vodka on the table. He was so calm but his eyes were so fierce, like a mad dog.

"I don't care about your grand dreams, nor do I care about the ambitions of my family. I only care about my justice. I am among humans, even if I have to fight with swords. If one day you send me to the throne, I will just burn myself and the chair to ashes!"

Pompey looked at him quietly, and the two of them just stared at each other, neither refusing to admit defeat.

After a moment, Pompey suddenly laughed.

"Let's wait and see," he said.

Lights and shadows flickered, and the carriage fell silent again.

Caesar held the small box on the table, his eyes deep.

That thing was given to him by Chu Zihang before he left. It was a safety pin used to prevent Christina from losing her human will after waking up and being unable to handle it.

Chapter 591: The Wanderer Chasing the Phantom

When the snowy field was once again painted with dark golden sunset, they were finally sure that they had completely escaped the academy's pursuit range. City 023 and its wreckage had completely disappeared on the other side of the horizon several hours ago.

Ling parked the snowmobile next to an ice lake. Lu Mingfei's heart moved slightly. Through the several-meter-thick ice layer, he saw the wreckage of a fighter plane frozen under the lake from many years ago. The Nazi Iron Cross emblem could still be recognized on the aluminum wings.

The history of World War II has been distorted, and the Führer's tentacles were once rampant in places like Siberia.

Lu Mingfei curled up in the back seat chewing on compressed biscuits and saw Lingyong poking the dashboard in front of him with his slender fingers.

That thing had a warning light that kept flashing red, and the needle of the instrument next to it was always pointing firmly to the upper limit. Even though Lu Mingfei didn't know what the hell it was, he could guess that it was definitely not a good sign.

Chu Zihang was drinking a glass of hot orange juice. He didn't say a word the whole time, but just held Susie's hand tightly. Susie fell asleep peacefully in the arms of this killer, snoring softly.

He suddenly stood up and frowned: "Is that a neutron meter?"

Zero nodded without saying anything.

"It's broken... We've long left the range of City 023. Even if the nuclear fusion reactor has exploded and the ruins of the entire city are shrouded in a nuclear cloud, the neutron radiation shouldn't have followed us hundreds of kilometers away." Chu Zihang said, "Is there a Geiger meter? Logically speaking, the neutron radiation here shouldn't exceed the standard."

"No." Zero said. She tapped the side of the glass dial of the neutron meter and the warning light went out immediately. If you look closely, you will find that the filament inside was broken by the shock.

"It keeps flashing, it's really annoying," she said.

Lu Mingfei remembered that Ling had told him that her Word Mirror Pupil could analyze the most sophisticated instruments in a short period of time. In front of Her Royal Highness the Princess, a neutron meter from the Soviet era might be as complex in structure as a piece of black bread.

"Brother, what are you going to do next?" Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang. "If you go further west, you can enter the Kamchatka Peninsula and go through Petropavlovsk to find a way to reach the sea. If Uncle Chu eventually wants to settle in Tokyo, you and Sister Susie should be able to meet him in time if you rush to Japan now."

Few people can enter Chu Zihang's inner world. The students of Kassel College only know that there was a macho man in that class who was able to become the president of the Lionheart Club by relying on his own abilities when he was a freshman, but no one knows why the macho man is so macho.

But there are always exceptions in the world. For Chu Zihang, Su Si is the exception, and Lu Mingfei is also the exception.

About the No. 0 elevated road that only appeared in heavy rain, about the main god riding an eight-legged Pegasus and wielding thunderbolts, about Chu Tianjiao's figure drawing a sword as fast as a meteor...

Hadn't he pushed himself so close for so many years just to return to that rainy night one day in the future and stand again with the man who stood before God and told him, son, run?

Lu Mingfei freed Chu Tianjiao from Odin's mask. Maybe Chu Zihang would have a lot to say to him?

Chu Zihang stood expressionlessly one meter behind Ling, looking out the front windshield at the frozen plane wreckage under the lake.

"Actually, there's nothing to meet. It's enough to confirm that he is still alive." Chu Zihang subconsciously stroked Murasame which was sheathed.

This legendary sword has been with him through battles of all sizes since 07. The intensity of these battles far exceeds any war that Murasame has experienced in history.

But it was still brand new, and the intricate dragon patterns on the scabbard shone with a dark golden glow.

It looks almost the same as a newly sharpened knife.

This is because the ancient alchemical sword has the ability to self-repair. In fact, Chu Zihang almost broke it several times in battle.

But in the end, Murasame survived and became more and more resilient and sharper, just like Chu Zihang himself who had sharpened himself like a knife over the years.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.

Just confirm that he is still alive...

Just like Lu Mingfei himself didn't know why he had to go to the Black Swan Port. Was it for the little devil? Was it for his cheap parents whom he hadn't seen for almost ten years? Or was it for some bullshit belief?

Neither, right?

Just to confirm one thing, to confirm that he, Lu Mingfei, was not the black dragon destined to bring the end of the world, and to confirm that everything he had done so far was meaningful.

Think about it, there is no such thing as escape in this world. Everyone is rushing towards a predetermined end, just like the collapsed rails when City 023 collapsed. No matter how twisted and struggling they are, they ultimately point to the hellish fire burning deep in the earth's core.

"Junior brother, I guess you are not running away aimlessly. Let me go with you." Chu Zihang said.

Zero left the driver's seat but did not turn off the engine. This steel behemoth that they relied on to survive in the ice and snow world still had enough energy. If the heating system was turned off, the people in the cabin would be very cold.

She skillfully found a few blankets from the closet and distributed them to everyone. Then she wrapped herself in the largest blanket and sat next to Lu Mingfei, wrapping the man in it as well.

The girl beside him had a soft body. Lu Mingfei put his arms around Ling's slender shoulders. She curled up and stretched her slightly cold little feet into Lu Mingfei's arms.

Lu Mingfei then discovered that Ling's silver hair was covered with ice. She had just gotten out of the car and walked around to check the surroundings to avoid parking in a place with loose geological environment. The ice crystals on her hair were formed at that time.

The ice chips looked like melting platinum under the warm light. "Take a few hours' rest," Ling said. "I found a map left by Bunin near the control desk. It has more than a dozen routes and supply stations marked on it. We can replenish supplies at those supply stations first, and then transfer to another train on a secret special line to reach our destination."

Lu Mingfei gently rubbed Ling's feet, which were trembling slightly due to the cold, and shared his excess body heat with Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Her ankle was very beautiful, as if it was carved out of jade by a master, and Lu Mingfei actually couldn't let it go.