Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"I'm the same as him." Without turning back, Menek continued to talk to Ange, "I learned about this from the elders in the family. You are the only one among us who truly survived. You carry our hatred and our vision, but have you ever thought about living for yourself?"

Menech sounded like an elder when he spoke like this, but judging from his appearance, Ange was old enough to be his great-grandfather.

Meinecke Cassel's family is a rare mixed-blood family that was active in both the mythological era and modern times.

The four most famous old families in the world of mixed-bloods are the Cadmus family, the George family, the Sigurd family and the Beowulf family. Their surnames have been passed down from the mythological era to today. The leaders of each generation will add the great "Saint" before their titles, so the elders of Pierre Cadmus should be called Saint Cadmus.

Before the Industrial Revolution, the mixed-bloods had always had the final say in the world. They were the elders of the secret party and the rulers of the dark side of the world. Some families had even established powerful countries in human history.

The subsequent Industrial Revolution easily changed the world's pattern. Steam ships crisscrossed the seven seas, and some emerging mixed-race families rose rapidly and gained control of the secret party.

For example, the Gattuso family, the Gaotingen family, and the Morgan family.

These new families are incompatible with the old people left over from the mythological era, and they form a new power system.

But there are some outliers who inherit ancient and noble blood, but catch up with the trend of the times and continue the ancient power to this day. The Cassel family is such an outlier.

This family based in Germany split in the mid-19th century. The branch to which Meinecke belonged has disappeared today, but the other branch still maintains its dominance over the mixed-race society throughout Germany. The representative of the Cassel family among young people is Charlotte Cassel, the girl who appeared at the Henkel auction.

The old man that Menech mentioned probably came from that branch.

Considering that Charlotte and the Cassel family have now almost completely split and are showing a tendency to become their own family, Angers immediately thought of many things.

"How should I live for myself? All my friends are dead. The girls I like are buried together with Cambridge in 1896 in the memories that I rarely read anymore. Menech, I am years old and my life should have come to an end long ago. Every year after the routine physical examination, my personal doctor will issue me a critical illness notice. The bones in my whole body are facing the serious calcium loss that every old person cannot avoid. My heart is weakly supporting the maintenance of this body. It can't even let me use the words as recklessly as before. My organs are failing and I am dying every minute and every second. Death is no longer a noun for me, but a state." Angers looked at Cambridge, which he could not see clearly.

"The real Hilbert Jean Ange died in the autumn of 1900, and the old man who is still active on the battlefield today is just a shell driven by wildfire-like hatred." Ange's iron-gray eyes had never been so dim and turbid as they were today. The fatigue revealed in his voice would make any professor at Kassel College feel that the end of the world was probably coming if they heard it.

Since the destruction of the first generation of the Lionheart Society and the reorganization of the Secret Party into Kassel College, the rules and order of the mixed-blood society have been established bit by bit by this iron-blooded old man in the past 100 years. In everyone's eyes, he means powerful, efficient, and indestructible. He is the man destined to exterminate the dragon race.

But when Menech-Caselle, the man who had always been like a brother to him, appeared in front of Angers, a crack appeared in his indestructible soul.

For a moment, Ange felt that his sight penetrated the mist of fate and saw the end of time. The young and vigorous self of a hundred years ago suddenly looked back. Two pairs of iron-gray eyes stared at each other across the long time.

Ange suddenly laughed.

"Look, Menech, fate has been very kind to me, allowing me to see the scenery again at the end of this journey. But I have many doubts in my heart." Angers sipped the coffee in his hand and looked at the Cathedral of St. Mary in the distance, which seemed to be shrouded in thick fog rising from the depths of his memory.

The building is still as magnificent and elegant as it was in the past.

But Angers can no longer remember every brick and tile of the building as he did in his dreams when he was young. He is really a 130-year-old man now.

"I was surprised that you survived that tragedy, Ange. Accepting you into the Lionheart Society was probably the best decision I have ever made in my life. I know that you have established a mixed-race university in the United States in my name, which is great, just as I thought in the past. If old friends knew about this, they would be relieved and proud of you."

"But you know that's not what I want to hear, Menech. I have been fighting in the center of the vortex of social and political struggles among Europe's mixed-race people for thirty years. I am no longer the ignorant kid you picked up on the streets of London." Angers said lightly.

Menech Cassel, a man as hard and upright as his family heirloom hunting knife, suddenly fell silent. His brows furrowed, and the collar of his suit swayed slightly in the breeze blowing from the river.

"I don't want to take you through what happened that night again, Ange. You know why. I can see deep fatigue in your eyes. Just like Baron Charles used to say, people can't always live in the sorrow of the past." Menech Cassel said softly.

"You know, Menech, there is a philosopher in our college who said, 'Man is actually a fish living in the ocean of his own imagination.' I think there is some truth in it, so I promoted him from assistant professor to tenured professor." Angé loosened his collar, which was probably a little tight. The collar was so tight that he seemed to be unable to breathe.

He said, "Everyone has an ocean that supports him to survive. The things that make up this ocean can be love, hope, or even a full heart of blood. But the ocean that supports me, an old fish that has lived for 130 years, has always been made up of hatred and sorrow. I have survived in this world for a hundred years relying on this sorrow that can be gathered into an ocean. Do you want to tell me not to live in the sadness of the past?" Ange's eyes were strange, but his tone was full of self-mockery.

Meinecke sighed deeply.

"I knew you would say that," he said. "Well, if you really want to know."

"I think you should have deduced many of the events of that day, including the awakening of the Dragon King, the oppression of the mixed-race forces from the East, the Qing government's army and the assault of the Immortals." Menek fished out a cigar box from under the table, took out a cigar from it, put it under his nose and trimmed it hard, then cut off the very end with a cigar cutter.

The wisp of smoke quickly rose up, and the man who appeared in front of Angers again after many years was obscured by the smoke.

"You witnessed Li Wuyue's return with your own eyes. The ancient Chinese were unable to kill him, but only sealed him with magical alchemical methods. With your current knowledge, it shouldn't be difficult to guess his identity, right?"

"One of the twin sons of the King of Sky and King of Wind." Ange's pupils shrank slightly. The source of the Summer Mourning incident was the remains of the dragon. If he was a lifeless thing, the entire secret party would benefit greatly from that dissection. However, he was a king who had never died. The first thing he did when he woke up was to wash away the shame on his body with the blood of the blasphemer.

On that day, almost all the members of the first generation of the Lionheart Club gathered at Cassel Manor. They were the best young people of that generation. Each of them was bound to be able to stand alone when they grew up. Each of them cherished the dream of Huge ideal.

But the sudden attack destroyed it all. Even the first generation Lionheart Society, which had a luxurious lineup, could not defeat a Dragon King with the power of mankind in that era. What's more, the Dragon King was not fighting alone. The Queen Mary, which blew its whistle and finally disappeared in the sea, rain and wind, brought not only the king's coffin, but also a pack of bloodthirsty wolves following it.

The number of immortals and deadpools raised by the Qing government exceeds three digits. Each of them has the power to fight a liger head-on. Such power is enough to kill everyone in the Lion Heart Society. In fact, they also It really almost happened, but Meineke Cassel used his word spirit for the first time in his life.

The spirit of words. Rhine.

The high-risk word spirit ranked 112th in the Word Spirit Sequence List had a mythical majesty and power. Few humans could master this level of power. Even the vast majority of the noble second-generation princes were unable to use holy words of this level.

In a sense, that is exclusive to the king.

"There is someone on the throne of the King of Sky and Wind. His name is Li Wuyue. His appearance is a conspiracy, but it is not aimed at us or the newly born Lionheart Society." Menek's voice was flat, and he was just recounting the story in a factual way. "In fact, until now, I don't know much more than you, but at least I can be sure that there is a supreme figure involved in this matter."

"Supreme...?" Angé did not raise his eyes, but a blazing golden light flashed across his eyes.

"White King? Or Black King?" His heart almost jumped out of his chest. It was explosive news. Regardless of whether it was the Black King or the White King, they were all ghosts who had died in history. Ghosts should not be able to interfere with the world, unless one of them had been resurrected.

"No, it's not the two emperors who stood at the source of history, but the supreme being who appeared later. It could be one," Menek hesitated when he said this, and continued, "a dragon king who devoured his own kind."

Ange looked up in horror.

"Li Wuyue is the last Dragon King created by the Black King. He is the youngest and almost the most favored one. So when the kings rebelled at the end of the Age of Gods, he was the only monarch who chose to stand on the side of the Black King until the end." Meinec said, "He is not the most powerful, but he is very balanced and has almost no weaknesses. The purpose of the Supreme One is to kill Li Wuyue and obtain his Dragon Bone Cross."

"If the person who plotted this was a supreme being who was above the Dragon King, why didn't he do it himself?" Angé's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

"Because he can't. He is injured, or in an abnormal state, or is restrained by something and can't take action. But he can exert a little influence on the real world, and after a long period of planning, he can realize his conspiracy."

"But how can he get Li Wu Yue or the Qing government to send Li Wu Yue's coffin to Hamburg? Those Manchus have no motive, and this cannot bring them any political benefits." Politics is not Angers' strong point, but he knows that political resources must be invested for greater returns.

Why should Li Wu Yue take action just because the guy hiding behind the scenes wants him to?

"Remember that box?" Menech looked into Ange's eyes.

Ange was stunned for a moment, "Box?"

"Lord Mayek's black box. He never puts it down when he does anything." Meinec shrugged. "Do you know what's in it?"

"What could be something that could arouse the interest of a Dragon King?" Angé narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have guessed something, but was unwilling to confirm his guess.

"The members of the Cross Rose Society have always believed that they have obtained the blood and bones of the supreme being, so everyone thought that the box contained..." Menek took a deep breath, "the cocoon of the Black King."

Ange stood up suddenly.

Therefore, the purpose of Li Wu Yue, the King of Sky and Wind, is obvious. He is sleeping in the coffin, but there are still pure-blooded dragons who are pursuing the prosperity of the Dragon Empire and are active in the court of the Qing government. Those dragons sent a king to Nidhogg.

Menech looked up and saw that Angers iron-gray eyes seemed to be lit with brilliant torches. The golden light of the torches almost dispelled the thick fog that was gradually rising around them.

"But we have never seen that Supreme Being. At that time, we had never even seen a dragon of the first generation. It was easy for the Iron Cross Roses to misjudge the contents of the box." Meinec said, "In the end, it was proved that it was not the cocoon of the Black King."

"Could it be the cocoon of this second-generation seed?" Ange sat down again, thinking, "There is no case in history where anyone has survived after using a word spirit like Rhine. We don't know what will happen to you. Did that mythical word spirit actually deprive you of your spirit and attach it to this second-generation embryo? If so, what is your relationship now? Symbiosis? Parasitism? Or mutual enemies?"

Menech was speechless.

He shook his head. "It's not a cocoon of the next generation, it's not even a cocoon, it's just bone blood."

"Dragon Bone Cross." Ange said word by word. He realized that the secret party had also hunted pure-blooded dragons of the same level as the second-generation species, and would not recognize the bones and blood of the second-generation species as the cocoon of the Black King, unless the power of those remains was so strong that it exceeded the cognition of the hybrids of that era.

The concept of the four great monarchs actually only appeared in the mixed-race society after the Age of Gods in the past hundred years. It first appeared in the Ice Sea Fragments. People originally did not even know the class structure of the dragon clan. The mainstream view in the 19th century was that the Black King was the only emperor, and countless princes formed the cornerstone of the dragon civilization.

If there is no concept of the four great monarchs, then the Iron Cross Rose Society certainly will not think that those bones and blood belong to a certain monarch.

"The dragon bone cross of the other twin on the throne of the King of Sky and Wind." Menek seemed to finally get to the point. He said slowly, "When I used Rhine, Li Wuyue could have chosen to escape. He was capable of doing so. A king's use of time zero is not comparable to yours. But when he used those words, the hidden supreme canceled his holy words. That is the honor of the master of all elements. I have confirmed my guess that the real culprit is hiding not far away."

"Rhine was released, and the entire manor and everything nearby were destroyed, but my spirit survived. What saved me was the dragon bone cross in the box. It also contained the will of the dead King of Sky and Wind. He was the most powerful of the monarchs and had caused a storm in human history. His name was..."

"Xiang Yu!"

Angers was struck by lightning!

"And what happened then? Why did you end up living in a cocoon of a second-generation species?" he asked impatiently.

"The Supreme Being chased the seriously injured Li Wuyue eastward and northward, while Xiang Yu's spirit took me away. He also took away a woman who had participated in the attack with the immortals of the Qing government. That woman was a third-generation species. She emerged from a cocoon two thousand years ago and revived twice, once a thousand years ago and once in 1890. The name of that third-generation species was Yu Ji." Meinec said, "As you can see, Xiang Yu used his power to help Yu Ji evolve into a second-generation species, and used it to protect his blood and my spirit."

"This is not normal. If that was really a dragon king, he would not save you as a human." Angers frowned, "The violence and cruelty of dragons are obvious to all."

Menek curled his lips and chuckled.

"Well, what if my good buddy doesn't believe you?" This time he was no longer talking to Ange. Instead, Menech turned his head and looked at the waiter who had been serving beside him with his head down.

The waiter looked up and saw the face of a young oriental man, handsome, handsome, and majestic.

Those eyes were as majestic as a throne in the clouds.

Chapter 120: The Desperado Suffers ( Words)

Noon, suburbs of Chicago, Illinois.

The low sky was filled with lead-gray clouds, and a convoy roared on the straight road. The vehicles that made up this team were Pagani, LaFerrari, Lamborghini Veneno, Rolls-Royce and Hennessey. They were astonishingly fast and there were astonishing numbers of them.

The combined value of all the luxury cars in the fleet is enough to cause a financial crisis in a small African country, and it is also enough to make the entire Arctic Fox mercenary group work for you even if the mission goal is to rush into the dragon's lair and fight with the next generation.

But even in such a team, every car was scarred, with the surface covered with traces of scratches from some kind of claw blades. They had just experienced a hard and arduous war with the aliens.

That war left a deep impression on everyone, and they once again realized how terrifying Deadpool was.

The arrow-like highway passed through the desolate wilderness. The convoy was leaving the city of Chicago. The sky was flashing with lightning and thunder, and the roaring thunder was as dense as war drums.

At the end of the long road behind everyone, where the sky and the mountain meet, the clouds seem to be cut by a huge blade, splitting along the extension line of the road, revealing the clear sky above.

It seemed as if the high-pitched chants from ancient times were chasing the fleeing Kassel students along the long road. The boys and girls turned up the volume of heavy metal rock music to the maximum to resist the ancient chants that made them tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Caesar was still in a suit and tie. He placed the hunting knife Dick Tudo on his knees, and his two large-caliber modified Desert Eagles were always loaded.

One minute after Lu Mingfei set out from the academy, he received a call from the vice-president and an invitation from Nuonuo. He knew what he would face in this war.

Caesar wore the fiery red Gattuso family emblem on his chest, with a soaring phoenix on it.

Like everyone else, Caesar had witnessed the power of God. His majesty was almost unstoppable by humans, so he was even prepared to die in battle beside Lu Mingfei.

But a sudden change saved their lives. Another god came and the gods were fighting each other. It was no longer a battlefield where humans could intervene.

Chu Zihang was sitting next to him, in the co-pilot seat, his clothes ragged and his eyes dim. Caesar had never seen him so miserable.

But the look in his eyes was between ferocious and angry, as ferocious as a hyena, as if he would do anything to kill something.

At the most critical moment, Chu Zihang was less than ten meters away from his enemy, but his attack failed and he immediately chose to retreat.

Between revenge and loyalty, Brother Shabei chose loyalty.

Caesar had never seen such a gloomy look in Chu Zihang's golden eyes, which even he himself envied, nor had he ever seen Chu Zihang show such huge emotional fluctuations. His expression was so hideous and his eyes were so vicious. Sometimes, just a collision of the corners of his eyes, Caesar would mistakenly think that Chu Zihang would draw a knife and kill him in those moments.

Chu Zihang, who was in the third blood-burst state, was burning a huge amount of dragon blood every minute and every second. His body was becoming weaker and weaker, and his shell was becoming more and more riddled with holes.

The dragon transformation phenomenon was rapidly fading from this man's body. His scales were peeling off, his bones were loosening, and his muscles that were undulating like those of a lion or tiger were returning to normal. However, his dim golden eyes could never be extinguished again.

Chu Zihang's expression finally began to calm down. He slowly leaned back in the recliner, showing unprecedented fatigue. The ancient alchemical sword named Murasame was held tightly in his hand, as if only in this way could he grasp his own destiny.

Caesar observed the man beside him out of the corner of his eye and saw Chu Zihang staring blankly at the rearview mirror, looking at the parted clouds at the end of the road behind them.

Chu Zihang suddenly laughed silently. Gods were roaring and fighting each other. The high-pitched chanting resounded through heaven and earth. He heard Chu Tianjiao's voice from the chanting that seemed to come from the ancient times.