Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The third punch lost its power mid-air, and Ye Fan let out a whimper like a wounded beast from his throat.

He knelt on the ground, digging his nails deep into the cracks of the rock, as if he could hold on to the shattered dream.

Elna looked down at the collapsed human, her white robe spotless. She reached out to touch Ye Fan's trembling shoulders, but stopped just before making contact.

"Are you still angry? If you are, you can stab me a few times with the knife."

Her voice is ethereal and distant.

Ye Fan raised his head, and the golden pupils in his eyes were dim like a dying charcoal fire.

He slowly stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, then took two steps back and stared coldly at the Eternal Lord.

No words were needed; the chill emanating from him was more convincing than any threat.

He will make the other party pay the price, he will definitely make the other party pay the price, there is no need to say this openly.

Even if you want to say something, it has to be after making the other party pay the price.

Elna sighed, her long blue hair moving without wind:

"You are excellent, really excellent, at least in my eyes."

"Although you weren't the first one to wake up, you're still excellent."

The stalactites hanging from the ceiling of the cave suddenly lit up with a faint light, casting changing images on the rock wall.

Ye Fan saw the scene of Carl waking up on the golden throne, with countless subjects kneeling at his feet.

But within a day, this "god" cut his own throat with a dagger without hesitation.

"In Lost Dreams, everyone gets what they want."

Elna waved her hand to switch the screen, showing Ye Fan lecturing in the classroom. "Wealth, power, beauty...but all you want is the most ordinary life."

In the video, Ye Fan is correcting essays, and the setting sun shines through the window, sprinkling golden powder on his shoulders.

The scene changed, and the white-haired him and the equally elderly Lin Xiaoyu were snuggling in the rocking chair on the balcony, sharing a small birthday cake.

"I'm surprised at the blandness of your desires."

Elna's voice was rarely filled with emotion:

"Even if magnified a hundred times, it still conveys the warmth of daily life. Such humans...are perfectly suited to inherit my ideals."

"Inherit your ideals?"

"I, Ye Fan, am I being too humble? You really think I'm a piece of shit and that I can't kill you!"

Ye Fan sneered, and the fragments of the Blood Drinking Sword buzzed at his feet.

The dragon's heart hummed, sensing its master's anger.

But before he could move, Elna suddenly opened her arms, and countless golden light spots poured out from her sleeves, condensing into a huge three-dimensional projection in the center of the cave.

"I understand your anger. Even though this is caused by me, I still hope you can listen to what I have to say next."

"I still have a lot of time, but there may not be another successor like you."

"See, this is the truth about my involvement in the rebellion."

In the projection, a giant dragon army, covering the entire sky and blocking out the sun, was circling under the black sky.

The Black King Nidhogg, who was in the lead, spread his wings wide enough to cover the mountains, and every scale reflected the cold starlight.

Across from him, the White King hovered in the air in an elegant human form, his long silver hair fluttering like a flag.

"Brother, the world you rule is withering."

The White King's voice clashed like crystal. "Even though we were created by you, we are still independent individuals. You should not rule us completely."

The Black King roared a deafening roar, shaking the entire sky. "I created you, and you betrayed me!?"

"Well, then let me destroy you!"

His breath froze the clouds into falling ice crystals. "One last chance. Come back to me."

The White King slowly shook his head, his body twisting and expanding. His skin cracked, revealing the pearly scales beneath.

When the transformation was complete, a giant snow-white dragon raised its head and roared, with a moon-like crystal embedded in its forehead.

"You indeed created me and granted me such power." The White King's dragon roar caused a tsunami, "So let me kill you!"

"Your rule should have ended the moment the new king was born, but you rebelled and obstructed the new king!"

"You went against the will of the world, and now I can go against yours!"

Following this declaration of war, one-third of the dragons flew out from the Black King's camp, forming a silver torrent and rushing towards the White King.

Elna's image was also in it. She maintained a half-human, half-snake form, holding a crystal staff that drew a brilliant light band.

The brutality of the battle was beyond imagination.

Nine giant snakes crawled beside the Black King, each of them was as big as a mountain. They were the Black King's most loyal servants.

The poisonous mist they spewed corroded the earth into a boiling swamp, and the White King's army fell in large numbers.

At the critical moment, Elna stepped forward, her white snake body wrapped around the most ferocious shadow snake, and the crystal staff pierced into its seven inches.

"For the New World!"

Elna's screams echoed in her memories.

But the balance of victory was still tilting. The Black King took action himself. His sharp claws pierced through the White King's chest and crushed the beating heart into ice crystals.

The projection switches to the scene after the defeat.

The surviving dragons followed Elna to an island with lush vegetation. Their scarred bodies continued to drip corrosive dragon blood, and the grass and trees withered wherever they passed.

"We need food..." A giant dragon without wings scratched the ground with its claws, "These lower creatures are enough to replenish our energy..."

Elna suddenly revealed her true form as a hundred-meter-long white snake, and with one blow of her tail, she swept away her own kind who were about to prey on humans.

"Stop! We fight tyranny not to become new tyrants!"

"That's just your opinion, Elna. Even though you're the First Generation and a member of the Elders, you can't possibly order us around. The law of the jungle is ingrained in our blood!"

The wounded dragons bared their fangs. "Either let us eat, or we...eat you!"

Tears of blood flowed from Elna's golden pupils.

She suddenly raised the crystal staff high, and countless rays of light burst out from the tip of the staff, wrapping around each restless dragon like a chain.

"Then...sleep." Her voice was gentle yet cruel. "Atone in eternal dreams."

The picture finally freezes at the moment when Elna creates the Nibelungen.

She used the blood and bones of the dragons to build the earth, extracted their souls and turned them into a sea of ​​blood. The entire space began to collapse, eventually forming the dragon's sleeping place that Ye Fan was familiar with.

"This is the origin of this Nibelungen region."

Elna closed the projection, and darkness returned to the cave. "I traded the nightmares of my people for the possibility of equality for all."

Chapter 144 Eternal Authority

"so what?"

Ye Fan shook his hands, and blood splashed on the rock wall:

"Are you showing me this to make me sympathize with you? Or to prove that you're worse off than me?"

Elna's golden eyes flickered slightly: "I just hope you understand—"

"I don't understand shit!"

Ye Fan interrupted her abruptly, "That's just a dream for you, but for me, it's my whole life!"

The stalactites on the cave's ceiling trembled with his roar, and fine limestone fell in a rustling sound. The dragon's heart throbbed violently within his chest, each beat like the roar of a war drum.

Elna was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and lightly tapped the air. A golden light curtain unfolded, revealing a scene Ye Fan had never seen before.

That was what his "daughter" in the lost dream looked like when she grew up.

The girl was standing in front of the university gate in her bachelor's gown, flanked by the white-haired "Ye Fan" and "Lin Xiaoyu". The three of them had pure happiness on their faces.

"This dream isn't entirely fictional." Elna's voice was unusually warm.

"It's woven from your deepest subconscious desires. The laughter, the tears, the arguments... are all real emotional experiences."

Ye Fan's breathing hitched. He tried to look away, but he couldn't move as if he was under a spell.

"You could have lived the rest of your life in that dream," Elna continued, "but something deep within you kept rebelling."

Ye Fan finally found his voice: "What do you want to say?"

"Inherit it."

Elna suddenly opened her arms, and the entire Nibelungen shook. "This space, this power, and... my mission."

"Ultimately, our goal is the same: to pin that damned king to the top of the mountain and drain his blood!"

In the distance, a sea of ​​blood was raising huge waves, and countless dragon shadows were tumbling and wailing in it.

Complex golden patterns appeared on the walls of the cave, converging towards Ye Fan's feet like living things.

Ye Fan stood in place, with the fragments of the Blood Drinking Sword shining coldly at his feet.

He looked into Elna's golden eyes, the light in them seemed to have been burning for tens of millions of years.

"So you locked them all up here," Ye Fan whispered, "to keep them imprisoned for eternity?"

"I'm a human and don't really have any feelings towards dragons, but these guys are from the same tribe that chose to betray you."

Elna's white robe moved without wind:

"I gave them the most gentle cage. Here, they can dream of everything they desire - power, conquest, glory. But they will never harm any life again."

Ye Fan suddenly laughed.

"You know what? There's an old saying in my hometown." Ye Fan bent down and put his hand into the sea of ​​blood. "It's called 'Being a whore and building a virtuous archway'."

The palm of the hand made a sizzling sound instantly, and when he lifted his palm up, a layer of skin had fallen off.

"Hey, it really hurts."

"You turned your own kind into specimens, and you call it protection?" Ye Fan shook the blood off his hands. "If you can do this to your own kind, can you treat other lives the same?"