Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"I see. Our goal is to buy something from that auction, right?" Lu Mingfei said. He thought to himself, I'm familiar with this. The last time was also in Chicago. He spent $100 million to buy the Seven Deadly Sins from Lu Mingze.

This time, the seven deadly sins were in his hands, so what would the academy be interested in? Lu Mingfei was eager to try.

Chu Zihang had a blank expression on his face. It was obvious that he was also thinking about something, but what he was thinking was completely different from Lu Mingfei's.

Chu Zihang had already seen the list of items for the night auction when he was investigating the surrounding situation.

They are indeed some amazing things, such as the alchemical armor from the Tang Dynasty in China, the alchemical bronze crossbow from the Song Dynasty, the dragon breath spray gun, alchemical revolver and magic mechanical cannon from the UK, etc. They are indeed some things related to the dragon civilization, and some are alchemical products left by ancient hybrids, which can hardly play their due role in today's era.

Thermal weapons such as firearms have long replaced the role that alchemical swords could play on the battlefield.

The principal raised his eyebrows. "We are not very interested in today's auction items. Our real purpose is to participate in the warm-up session before the auction. In this session, the organizer will release some gadgets that have been transformed by some kind of alchemical technology. Those gadgets can test the bloodline of the bidders and grant them subsequent bidding qualifications based on their bloodline. Mingfei, you should know how much waves you have set off in the mixed-blood society throughout the world, right?"

Lu Mingfei nodded. The video of him fighting Norton after transforming into Odin eventually spread like wildfire and spread all over the world through various channels. Everyone knew that Kassel Academy had a remarkable freshman. This guy could even fight the real Dragon King, Bronze and Fire King Norton head-on with a mixed-blood body and not lose.

This is truly incredible and exciting news. In the thousands of years since humans invented writing and recorded history, this is the first time that humans have been able to engage in a life-and-death battle with the Dragon King without using the words of spirits such as Rhine and Zhulong that are as long-lived as heaven and earth.

At least that's the case when things first started to develop.

"You have great potential and great power, but the wealth you possess is too huge. The corpses of the two second-generation species almost entirely belong to you, and you also have a quarter of the share of Norton's Dragon Cross. Those conspirators and ambitious people certainly won't come to trouble me and Kassel Academy. Caesar has a behemoth like the Gattuso family behind him, so he won't be targeted by them. But you are different,"

Ange's voice was stern and cold. "Although you showed great ability in the battle to kill Norton, many people believe that your power comes more from the mask of Odin. Now that mask has been completely broken, you have lost the ability to tear the flesh of the monarch. Now you have become a soft persimmon. In this case, in order to completely eliminate those overt or covert prying eyes, we need to do something to prove that your bloodline and your power are enough to protect the wealth you own."

Lu Mingfei's eyes were slightly gloomy.

Of course he understood what Ange meant.

A true dragon king was completely killed by humans. This was a grand event that had never happened in history. How much power was contained in the dragon bone cross of a king? No one could say for sure.

But everyone knows that if a hybrid can obtain this power, it will be a huge attraction for him.

The power of the world, a long life, and unimaginable wealth are all hidden in these bronze bones.

"I looked up information online - mainly the Night Watchman Forum. The audience for Henkel's annual gathering is not actually very large, but there are quite a few people who pay attention to him. Almost all the big figures in the mixed-blood society around the world will turn their attention here on this day, because every auction will always have some amazingly excellent mixed-bloods, including some geniuses with blood purity reaching Super A level." Chu Zihang said.

An De nodded, "They have a very magical alchemical product in their hands. That thing is inherited from the ancient lost civilization of Atlantis, which was a dragon civilization in the ancient times. It sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean in a catastrophe that swept the world. To this day, we are still trying our best to find the traces of that civilization in the world. The only function of that strange alchemical product is to detect the purity of the dragon blood in a hybrid. Ming Fei, in my hundred years of teaching career, I have seen a large number of A-level and even S-level students, and you, your blood purity is definitely the highest among all the people I have ever seen. As long as you show a bloodline slightly stronger than mine in the bloodline test tonight, it will be enough to shut up most people."

Ange was obviously full of confidence in Lu Mingfei, and he also knew that Lu Mingfei would certainly not be afraid of those guys who tried to snatch the Dragon Bone Cross from him.

But the final war is coming, and every decrease in human power is equivalent to an increase in dragon power.

It would certainly be fun if Lu Mingfei went on a killing spree, picking up a machete and slashing from North America to South America, and then from South America to Eurasia, but how many powerful hybrids would die in this massacre?

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No wonder the school prepared two suits for Lu Mingfei, one formal dress and one tuxedo. When they set foot in this manor again at night, Lu Mingfei felt like he had entered the wrong place.

The young people who were crazy and noisy during the day now changed into slim and expensive custom-made tuxedos, and the girls wore backless evening gowns that showed off their fair and delicate backs.

In just one meal, it was like Las Vegas had transformed into Buckingham Palace for a family dinner.

The young people looked curiously at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang who were walking side by side.

Needless to say, Lu Mingfei had a record of killing two second-generation dragons and a dragon king, so he should be the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went.

Chu Zihang was also a cold-blooded killer who left a great reputation in the North American region. Everyone knew that among the undergraduates of Kassel College, there was a super A-level hybrid who had already started to perform B-level and even A-level tasks before joining the Executive Bureau. This hybrid had a pair of never-extinguished golden eyes, which were the emblem of bloodline and also the crown that symbolized strength and status in the hybrid society.

Even among pure-blooded dragons, the everlasting golden eyes should only be a privilege enjoyed by the powerful second-generation princes.

Young and tall waiters led the guests to a huge room. The red carpet extended from the gate of the manor to the front of the stage. The huge curtain covered the exhibits that were to be auctioned today, like the night that could not be lifted.

Men and women sat down one after another on the stepped seats and talked in low voices.

Some older guests hugged, kissed, and exchanged pleasantries like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. Waiters bent their waists and shuttled among the crowd, handing out small glasses of liquor.

But Lu Mingfei could clearly sense that someone was looking at him from time to time, and those eyes were either kind or malicious, and some even contained unspeakable sarcasm.

A huge and gorgeous crystal chandelier was hung above the entire hall, dispelling all the shadows here, and golden light was pouring in from all directions.

This scene reminded Lu Mingfei of the last time he attended an auction in Chicago.

This was another feast for dragons, but the difference was that the last feast was divided among the seven deadly sins.

This time, the feast was about dividing up the heritage of certain dragon civilizations, and it was also a carnival of social interaction among the dragons.

Waiters in white walked through the aisles and rang the bells, and the voices of the guests' conversations became muted.

At the same time, the crystal chandeliers were going out one by one, and finally only the giant chandelier in the center of the dome was still lit. Now everyone knew where the center of this feast was.

There is no doubt that it is the center that all the terraced seats face, and tonight's auction items are displayed behind the red curtain.

In the dim shadows, people's breathing became uncontrollably heavy. A huge amount of dragon blood became boiling hot due to its frenzy, breaking through the tiny capillaries and rushing out through everyone's pores.

The amount of blood was small, but the bloody smell was strong. It could not be seen, but was clearly captured by Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's olfactory system.

Lu Mingfei suddenly became alert.

No, Chu Zihang had already told him the names of the items, and he knew what they were.

They are indeed precious and rare treasures in the world, but they shouldn't make people here so crazy.

The look in their eyes was as if they had seen some blood-eating beast, and their eyeballs were almost glowing green.

"I'm afraid we have to change our plans, Zihang, Mingfei." The principal's voice was transmitted to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's ears through the Bluetooth headset.

He did not stay with them. Many of the people here were the principal's old friends. When old guys of their level met, whether they were sitting down to drink a glass of liquor or shooting each other with guns, they should be in the top-level box.

But the principal's voice was as cold as the wind in winter. "Someone added an item to tonight's event an hour ago. That item is...

A cocoon of the next generation!"

"Is he dead or alive?" Lu Mingfei immediately realized that things were getting serious.

"There is no doubt that it is a fully active ancient dragon embryo. It is very strong and has shown great vitality even under the freezing of liquid nitrogen." Ange said, "Someone stole it from the burial ground and put it in front of everyone."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other.

A fully active ancient dragon embryo, its appearance in a mixed-race society is as dangerous as detonating a nuclear bomb among a crowd of people.

The highest-level dragon ever captured by the Secret Party in history was only a third-generation young red dragon. It didn't even have the ability to transform into a cocoon. When it was found, it was dying, soaking in the acid in the belly of a giant python. The stomach acid had corroded most of its body tissues.

As for the second-generation species, they are able to cocoon and be reborn many times. Many second-generation species recorded in human history are ancient life forms with a history of more than thousands of years.

Every descendant is a noble prince, and is well-known even in the dragon society.

A second-generation embryo means a unique research object and invaluable ancient dragon fetal blood.

Throughout the long history of hybrid research on dragons, especially after entering modern times, people discovered that dragon blood could be used to prepare a serum that could improve the purity of bloodlines.

However, although most serums can purify the bloodline of hybrids to a certain extent, they can also cause irreversible damage.

For example, awakening the dragon will dormant deep in the consciousness of a hybrid. Any hybrid who uses incomplete serum will eventually degenerate into a deadpool who is not recognized by any race.

However, some people have discovered that if the serum is prepared using the blood of dragon fetuses that have been cocooned and rehatched, the toxins in the serum will be reduced to a level that can be tolerated by hybrids.

However, the amount of serum that can be produced from the fetal blood of an ancient dragon is surprisingly small. For example, the Nibelung Project is to engrave an alchemical matrix on the surface of the hybrid's body while taking serum extracted from the blood of the first generation.

Even with the secret party's current technology, they can only extract less than five people's worth of serum from Norton's corpse.

A second-generation cocoon might be able to produce enough dragon blood serum for two people.

Although its effectiveness is far inferior to the serum of the first generation, it is also an evolutionary medicine that is enough to advance a B-level hybrid to A+ level.

This thing must not fall into the hands of ambitious people. Although there are many people in the world who guard the secrets of the dragon clan, there are also many people who want to recreate the grand scene of the ancient dragons rising into the sky and the kings ruling together.

If a second-generation creature could be awakened, enshrined, and restored to peak condition, it would have a profound impact on the revival of dragons.

Chapter 83: Feast of Dragons

"My friends, we haven't met for a long time. When we meet again, some familiar faces have left us, but at the same time, we have also welcomed more new partners."

An old man, hunched over like a candle, appeared on the stage and bowed to everyone in front of the huge curtain.

The light from the crystal chandelier was concentrated on him and his surroundings, like a dragon keeper who was guiding a group of dragons, leading those brutal creatures to a bloody slaughterhouse.

Someone was whispering the name of Han Gao. The name contained such a long history, and also exuded a chilling bloody smell from the long history.

The old man had a smile on his face, and in his hand he was leaning on a metal cane. The end of the metal was as sharp as a blade, and was carved into a dragon head pierced by a cross.

For a hundred years, Henkel was the leader of the North American hybrids. He was about the same age as Ange and had killed many dangerous creatures.

He is also a truly iron-blooded character. Anyone who is misled by his current appearance and thinks that he is just a smiling old man will surely regret it at some point.

The genes from God allow any mixed-race with excellent bloodline to have a long lifespan. Many people participating in this night event at this moment have been active in the business or political circles of the United States as early as the middle of the last century. Their aesthetics seem to be frozen along with their lives, so this manor can often be seen with a strange scene of a mixture of the flashy Chicago Golden Age style and the elegant Victorian era style.

Henkel is like everyone else. He can live for many years, but not everyone is Hilbert Jean Ange. A certain force called revenge still supports the principal to act like a young man.

However, the common disease of calcium loss still troubled Han Gao. He was getting shorter and shorter, more and more hunched, and moving step by step towards the grave.

It may not be a disease, but just a countdown to death.

"I don't like this old friend of mine. In 1900, he shot me in the back with a Texas Dawn, and that shot almost took my life." Angé's voice was still teasing and a little out of tune, and it rang directly in the ears of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

Han Gao's words are the Holy Judgment, which are great words that can even ignore time zero.

At this time, Henkel on the stage bowed to all directions and said slowly, "Next, the financial advisors from Zurich Bank, Citibank and UBS will ensure the safety of your funds and verify the funds in your accounts when necessary. Please forgive me if it is offensive. This is for the fairness of the auction."

A middle-aged man with round-frame glasses and a mustache, a tall woman in an OL suit, and a fat man with a big belly and a kind face stood in the shadow behind Henkel. At this moment, they walked into the light and bowed to the audience, looking like quite professional bankers.

"Well, everyone should have known through our internal channels that just an hour ago, a huge finale was added to this auction, right?" Henkel clapped his hands.

Four waitresses walked into the venue gracefully.

Each one was as beautiful as a spring flower, and together they pushed a cart carrying a heavy black box, with handcuffs firmly locking the box and their slender white wrists, like some kind of ancient evil sacrifice.

No one uncuffed the girls until the thing stopped in front of Han Gao.

They were all excellent hybrids, their hands had seen blood, and they had even set foot on real battlefields. They were both the transporters and defenders of the box, and if anyone tried to take it by force, they would have to be killed.

"Unfortunately, this thing is unique. Even if we look at all the history we know, it has never appeared before." Han Gao looked around at everyone.

“That means a lot of people can’t do what they want.”

It suddenly became quiet here.

The only sound left was the sound of waiters walking around the gaps between the seats. The tall men and the charming women seemed like chess pieces being pushed forward by some force, placing vodka, cocktails, water, and small signs with numbers on them in front of the guests.

Lu Mingfei’s sign says 61.

Chu Zihang held the long knife and did not take his ID card. He stared at the black box on the stage with a cold face. The pretty girl in charge of this line of guests tremblingly put the water in front of the killer and ran away.

"We will ensure the fairness of this auction, and no one can do anything tricky with such precious items." Henkel said this extremely slowly and majestically.

Of course no one would care what he said at this time.

From the moment the girls stepped onto the stage, all eyes were focused on the black box.