Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

It passed through the moss-covered murals, bypassed the broken stone pillars, and finally flowed into the pool of blood in the central hall.

Tens of thousands of naked bodies floated in the pool, their skin as pale as paper, but their chests rose and fell strangely.

The blood flowed straight towards the exceptionally tall figure in the center of the pool and entered through his nostrils.

"Ugh—!"

With the crisp sound of bones dislocating, the body suddenly sat up.

He opened his eyes, his purple pupils glowing in the darkness.

"Damn it! Was the original body killed? In the end, only a fragment of my consciousness and some of my memories were left. Not even the alchemy was fully inherited."

Carl moved his new body, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins.

"Although it's not as good as my original body, it's my best work from a thousand years ago. Please consider it my temporary container..."

"Once I kill Ye Fan, I will tear his head off and take over his body!"

He stroked his granite chest muscles, his voice hoarse like sandpaper. "An S-rank hybrid body, plus an army of 1 alchemical hybrids, should be able to take him down..."

As he awakened, the liquid in the pool of blood began to boil. One body after another opened their eyes, their golden pupils illuminating the hall like daylight.

They stood up in an orderly manner, like soldiers undergoing inspection.

These are all alchemical monsters created by Carl thousands of years ago.

The reason why he was able to find a way to make human blood devour dragon blood and transform himself into an immortal being was because he had done a lot of human experiments.

And this army of ten thousand people is the product of his experiment. There is a large amount of dragon blood in Elna's Nibelungen, and Carl stole some of it using his own methods.

But even if there were only a few, that would be 1/3 of all the bones and blood of the ancient dragon clan, and it would be easy to transform 1 people into B-level hybrids.

Not to mention that Carl's experimental subjects were originally hybrids. For his experiment, he had used up all the hybrids in the entire Dragon Sleeping Land.

This is why there haven't been many hybrids in the Dragon's Sleep Land since modern times.

And now these former experimental subjects have become his capital for a comeback. As long as he first occupies this land of dragon sleep as his base, and then continuously cultivates new armies, he, Carl, can still become the king of the world!

As for those innocent people who died along the way, what did it have to do with him, a king? There was no real innocence in war, and their deaths were well deserved!

Carl opened his arms, his laughter echoing through the empty hall: "My warriors! It's time to make this world feel fear!"

Chapter 146 The tribe is on the verge of collapse

At noon the next day, the executive department's helicopter landed on the flat ground east of the tribe.

Ye Fan watched the logistics staff carefully pack the bronze pillars into boxes, then turned to the old patriarch and instructed him, "If anyone comes to cause trouble, contact me immediately."

Women held amulets made from dragon's blood resin, while children presented handmade gifts they had made from shells and feathers.

The youngest girl tugged at Ye Fan's clothes and asked in a baby voice, "Will the hero come back?"

Ye Fan squatted down and gently pinched her little face: "When you learn to use all the books I left behind, I will come back."

When the roar of the helicopter completely disappeared in the sky, the old patriarch wiped the corners of his moist eyes.

He called the children to watch the hero leave. After the helicopter disappeared in the sky until only a black dot was left that was barely visible to the naked eye, the old man took the children back to the new residence that Ye Fan had built.

The concrete extracted from the alchemical matrix has excellent barrier properties, allowing people living in it to be warm in winter and cool in summer.

The children no longer had to stay under the thatched hut and endure the heat coming from the red earth. Ye Fan also brought books and a lot of daily necessities.

Cassim is a knowledgeable man. He is a D-class hybrid and the only one who has left this land and learned orthodox knowledge.

Originally, he also wanted to teach the children knowledge and let them explore new horizons, but just leading the tribe to survive had exhausted all his energy.

The executive department will also pay him for guarding the island, but these rewards are good for one person, but they are not enough for the entire tribe.

But now with Ye Fan's funding, he no longer has to focus on maintaining the survival of the tribe.

Several women were staying in the wasteland and shooting at a dragon blood tree. They were wearing animal skins, but holding the most advanced guns in their hands.

Although the recoil of the gun is quite strong, these women who have been living in the wild for many years can barely withstand it.

After Ye Fan's professional guidance, he relied on the hunting instinct in his blood to increase the number of guns to a decent level in a short period of time.

One of the women shot the center of the dragon blood tree's trunk and jumped for joy.

"That's great! Now I can go hunting too. The kids won't have to worry about having no meat to eat anymore!"

She smiled happily, her dark face full of a simple smile. For her, it meant that the children were well fed and had meat for every meal.

Children can grow up healthy, and that kind of life is the most perfect.

Ye Fan left behind many hot weapons, all of which were good stuff for the executive department.

As a master alchemist, Ye Fan was not short of money. He directly paid 1000 million US dollars to buy an entire container of thermal weapons.

As long as these firearms are used in moderation for survival purposes, they will be enough for three generations of the current children.

The afternoon passed quickly and the children were very interested in the knowledge that the old team leader taught them.

Although those are just basic common sense of the world, they open up children's yearning for a new world.

Night falls.

Qasim was about to gather his tribesmen to distribute today's meat when the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook violently.

"earthquake?"

He staggered and held onto the wall, but saw that the dragon blood trees in the distance were falling down in large numbers.

Amidst the flying dust, countless dark shadows were rushing towards the tribe at an alarming speed.

“O Allah…”

The old patriarch gasped and took out his satellite phone tremblingly.

But when he pressed the button, there was only a harsh noise in the receiver - some powerful electromagnetic interference blocked all signals.

The first to rush out of the woods were three monsters on all fours. Their skin was an unnatural bluish-gray color, and their nails had evolved into sharp bone claws.

A child who fell behind was knocked down by one of the beasts before he could even scream, and his blood instantly dyed the sand red.

"Women and children, go to the cellar!"

The old patriarch roared and pulled out the Glock pistol that Ye Fan had left him from his waist.

The bullet accurately penetrated the eye of a monster, but the monster just shook its head, and the granulation tissue at the wound squirmed, and it healed in a blink of an eye.

More monsters emerged from the woods, some of them still retained their human form, while others had completely transformed into dragons.

Behind them, a three-meter-tall giant was walking slowly, his purple pupils like two will-o'-the-wisp lights in the shadows.

"You are my descendants, so return to my embrace. I will grant you power and allow you to master dragon blood!"

The giant's roar was not directed at this tribe alone, but at the entire area. Countless tribes fell under Deadpool's siege.

Fortunately, their tribe was only facing a small part of this mixed-race army, otherwise the entire tribe would have been destroyed in an instant.

The old patriarch retreated to the altar in the center of the tribe and knocked open the hidden mechanism with his heel. The ground cracked, revealing the alchemical matrix that Ye Fan had left behind before leaving.

The old man bit his finger and dripped blood into the center of the matrix.

"At least..."

He gazed at the approaching wave of monsters with a determined smile. "We need to buy the children some time."

The matrix lit up with a dazzling red light, and the resin of the dragon blood tree suddenly spurted out from all directions, condensing into a huge blood-red dome in the air.

Dozens of monsters at the front crashed into the dome and were instantly corroded, leaving only their skeletons.

"Everyone who can handle a weapon, listen up! Mr. Ye has taught us how to use those firearms. Now pick them up, and don't be stingy with the ammunition. Hang all the ones you can use on your body!"

"I don't ask you to shoot accurately, I just want you to avoid hurting your own people and shoot all your ammunition at those monsters!!"

Qasim roared, and the old man, over 80 years old, drew out an ancestral dagger.

In his other hand he carried a submachine gun, and on his shoulders hung a cape made of bullets.

The wall made of hemolytic resin and concrete was very high, but Ye Fan had made special adjustments in the alchemy matrix. During the entire process of building the wall, he would leave turrets for archers.

Cassim jumped onto the platform in two steps. The D-class hybrid's body was at least stronger than that of an ordinary athlete.

He held a submachine gun in one hand and kept shooting at the group of Deadpools, while with the other hand he kept dialing the phone, hoping to convey the news here to Ye Fan.

Chapter 147: Fearless Sacrifice Will Summon the King

"boom--"

A 7.62mm armor-piercing bullet was fired from the muzzle of the M240 general-purpose machine gun, accurately blowing up the head of a Deadpool.

But more monsters came up, stepping on the corpses of their companions, their claws shining coldly in the moonlight.

Qasim's hands were bloody - the recoil of the Remington 870 shotgun had cracked his knuckles.

He had no idea how many shots he had fired. He was just a D-class hybrid and had never even participated in formal dragon hunting training.

But he knew very well that all he could do now was to shoot, shoot non-stop! Even if his hand bones were broken, even if his life was at stake!

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and pulled out the last thermite grenade from his waist.

"Amir! Take the children and go first!"

He roared hoarsely, biting the safety pin with his teeth, "The rest of you, follow me and hold the gap!"

Twelve-year-old Amir did not retreat with the other children.

He is the old man's grandson and the oldest man in the tribe. He must shoulder his responsibilities!

After locking all the children in the cellar, Amir rushed to the battlefield.

His thin figure weaved through the hail of bullets, delivering magazines to the fighting tribesmen. A stray bullet grazed his cheek, and blood instantly stained half of his face red.

"Grandpa! The phone still can't get through!"

Amir cried and his shaking hands kept hitting the redial button.

Qasim stayed in the center of the battlefield and handed the phone to his fearless grandson for safekeeping.

Cassim rolled to avoid Deadpool's attack, put the shotgun to the monster's chin and pulled the trigger.

With a muffled "bang", Deadpool's head exploded like a watermelon. But more monsters had already broken through the left line of defense.