Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"People of later generations."

The purple-haired man tilted his head, his mouth curled into an impossible angle:

"You smell... special."

Chapter 136 The Man Who Claims to Be God

The man with purple hair and purple eyes locked his gaze on Ye Fan and began to introduce himself.

"My name is Carl. I am the former master of this land and a wise man of the people here."

His voice echoed in this empty and eerie underground cave, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Then, he narrowed his purple eyes slightly, looked Ye Fan up and down, and evaluated Ye Fan's bloodline:

"Your bloodline is excellent. I can clearly sense it. It's even higher than mine. You have the blood of many of those filthy creatures flowing through your body, and you endure it even more perfectly."

Ye Fan felt doubtful. The other party should also be a mixed-race, but the feeling he gave him at the moment was extremely strange, with an indescribable sense of incongruity.

At this time, Karl walked towards Ye Fan with slow and elegant steps.

He raised his hand, displayed the seventy-two huge stone pillars, and began to narrate:

"This is the place I discovered after I founded my kingdom. I never imagined that dragons really existed in this world. After all, I've never seen one myself. All the dragons on this land are dead, and they are buried here. This is the true dragon resting place."

"Similarly, in my eyes, this is also the place of truth."

Carl gently placed his hand on one of the stone pillars, and with the infusion of some mysterious power, the stone pillar began to emit a soft and strange light.

Countless complex and exquisite alchemical inscriptions emerged like lively elves, and then all the stone pillars were lit up. The lights intertwined together, outlining an illusory entrance on the dome.

Ye Fan's attention was drawn over there, and through the entrance, he saw a world he had never seen before.

It was a vast sea of ​​blood, and floating in it were countless corpses of giant dragons.

A large number of dragon carcasses piled together formed a shocking and terrifying scene. It was a space composed of dead dragons.

This is undoubtedly a Nibelung!

"There's a Nibelungen!"

Ye Fan said in shock, his voice full of disbelief.

When Karl heard Ye Fan's words, a playful expression appeared on his face, and he said softly:

"So now people in the outside world call this thing Nibelungen."

"Forget it. The name is not important. What matters is the meaning it represents."

"I once believed the power within me was a blessing from the gods. A thousand years ago, many people awakened this blessing. And I, the one who received the greatest blessing in this land. I defeated the others and ultimately ascended the throne, ruling over my people and allowing them to live a happy and stable life."

Karl paused slightly, a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and continued:

"Until I gradually grow old, even the blood of that foul creature flowing in my body can only allow me to live to over a hundred years. But I am unwilling to die just like that. There is still so much knowledge waiting for me to learn. I have been persistently searching for the method of immortality."

"until!"

"I discovered this place. There was knowledge here that I had never seen before, so I began to delve deeper and gradually understood the history that had been buried in the dust."

Carl spoke eloquently, his tone beautiful and harmonious, as if he was telling a moving legend.

However, Ye Fan couldn't listen any longer, his heart was filled with shock and confusion.

This is all too outrageous. How could a person who lived a thousand years ago survive to this day?

Could it be that he transformed himself into a dragon? However, Ye Fan, with his keen perception, could determine that the other party was definitely not a dragon, and was not even a mixed-blood in the traditional sense!

"Which side are you on now? Humans or dragons?"

Ye Fan couldn't help but ask questions.

Hearing this question, Karl was slightly startled and recalled thoughtfully.

Then, he slowly shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of pride and determination:

"Neither side, neither human nor dragon. I spent the rest of my life dedicated to transforming the so-called filthy bloodline within this body. I even slept for a thousand years within this damned stone pillar just to complete this transformation."

"Now I am a brand new life, the supreme God!"

Carl opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world, with a fanatical glint in his eyes.

Ye Fan frowned, held the Blood Drink tightly, and looked at Karl vigilantly.

He could sense that this self-proclaimed "God" was no good. The intense mental pressure still enveloped the area, forcing Ye Fan to not let down his guard.

"Your so-called transformation is achieved by sacrificing innocent people?"

Ye Fan questioned, his eyes sweeping over the poor people who were chained to stone pillars and whose bodies were gradually shriveling.

"Do they deserve it? My transformation was completed long ago. During these long 1000 years, these guys were just nutrients I used to restore my strength."

Karl sneered and said disdainfully:

"In the pursuit of immortality and power, sacrifice is necessary. It is their honor that their lives have contributed to my current achievements."

"Their sacrifice has earned me my return to the world. I will lead their descendants to once again ascend the throne of kings of this world."

"absurd!"

Ye Fan shouted angrily:

"Shut your stinky mouth, there's only one thing you need to do..."

"Then just lie down on the ground and let me fuck you!"

A trace of displeasure flashed in Karl's eyes. He stared at Ye Fan and said coldly:

"You, a person from a later generation, simply don't understand. These are inevitable choices in my pursuit of truth and power. You think you can stop me? You are nothing more than a self-righteous ant."

Ye Fan did not retreat. His golden eyes burned even hotter, and a powerful aura emanated from his body, counteracting Carl's strange pressure.

"I don't care what you think you are, you hurt my client, that's an unchangeable fact!"

"You're destined to get beaten today!"

Carl narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Fan, as if he was assessing the strength of the opponent in front of him.

After a moment, the corners of his mouth rose again, revealing a cruel smile:

"Very good, then let me see how capable you, a descendant of so-called superior bloodline, are."

Before he finished speaking, Karl flashed and rushed towards Ye Fan like a ghost.

He was extremely fast and arrived in front of Ye Fan in the blink of an eye. A pale hand grabbed Ye Fan's throat like an eagle's claw.

Ye Fan quickly dodged to the side and at the same time swung the Blood Drinker, and a sharp sword energy slashed towards Carl.

Seeing this, Carl stretched out his other hand and actually grabbed the sword of Xueyin.

"Huh, is that all you have?"

Karl sneered and exerted force with his hands, trying to snatch the blood drink.

However, how could Ye Fan let him succeed so easily? He exerted force suddenly, and a powerful force burst out from the Blood Drink, breaking free from Carl's hand.

At the same time, Ye Fan kicked Carl in the chest. Carl flew backwards but stabilized his body in the air.

"interesting."

A hint of excitement flashed in Karl's eyes. "It seems that you are stronger than I thought. However, this is far from enough!"

Chapter 137 Eternity!

Carl pounced again.

Ye Fan keenly realized that this guy was indeed inferior to him in strength, but his fighting style was very strange.

In ordinary battles, it is important to advance and retreat in an orderly manner. No matter what weapons are used or in which area the battle takes place, it is necessary to maintain a balance between offense and defense. After all, excessive rigidity will easily lead to failure.

But Carl was attacking with a completely reckless attitude, with no signs of defense on his body, as if he was not worried about getting hurt at all.

Although Ye Fan was full of doubts, he did not stop his actions. He seized the opportunity and slashed the opponent's chest with his sword.

In terms of strength and speed, he already had the advantage, and with the activation of Time Zero, the situation instantly tilted with the 70-fold increase in Time Zero.

Ye Fan's golden eyes burned like the sun, and in the realm of zero time, the world seemed to be paused.

Carl's every movement was slowed down seventy times; his muscle contractions, bone movements, and even the trajectory of blood flow were clearly visible.

"ended."

Ye Fan's figure left a shadow in the air, and the sharp edge of the Blood Drinking Sword was like the scythe of the god of death, instantly cutting through Carl's body.

"Shh-!"

The sword flashed like lightning, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!

Dozens of deep wounds that could be seen to the bone were cut on Carl's chest, arms, and legs at the same moment. Before the blood could splatter, Ye Fan's second sword had already fallen.

The sound of broken bones rang out, and Carl's limbs were cut off at the root. The whole person fell to the ground like a puppet being disassembled.

"Crush your head and see how you recover!"

Ye Fan didn't hesitate at all. He grasped Carl's face with his left hand like an iron clamp, his five fingers deeply embedded in the flesh.

At the same time, his mental power condensed into the power of the "Dream Tapir" illusion, directly piercing the depths of Carl's consciousness -

He wanted to peek into Carl's memory and crush his head at the same time!

However, the moment his mental power touched Carl's mind——

"boom--!"

An indescribable force exploded in Ye Fan's mind!

That was not a mental shock, nor was it the power of words, but rather some kind of existence from a higher dimension—eternity!

Golden light suddenly burst out from Carl's eyes. It was not the golden pupils of the dragon clan, but pure golden light, like two stars burning in his eye sockets.

Ye Fan's eyes were instantly flooded with endless gold, and his brain seemed to be hit hard by an invisible giant hammer, and severe pain swept over him like a tide!

"Ugh—!"

Ye Fan groaned, suddenly let go of his hand, retreated dozens of meters, knelt on one knee, and veins bulged on his forehead.