Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Inside Amir's broken chest, bones rustled like growing plants.

Ye Fan's recitation of the Dragon Script reached its climax: "I establish this covenant with eternal authority!"

Dark golden blood dripped from his fingertips, transforming into countless tiny runes that penetrated the boy's wound. "This mortal must become immortal!"

Carl's three-meter-tall body trembled behind the group of Deadpools.

He saw an unbelievable scene - the human boy who should have been dead, the penetrating wound on his chest was being sewn up by bronze light threads.

What's even more terrifying is that crystal clear bones grew out of the boy's broken leg, and the surface was covered with dragon scale patterns.

"monster..."

Carl squeezed out the words through his teeth, his alchemical purple eyes swirling wildly: "Attack with all your strength! Kill him quickly while he's performing that weird thing!"

The surging Deadpools suddenly changed their mode of action.

They no longer maintained their human form, but like melted asphalt, their already dry bodies became even more viscous with countless bone spurs and split scales growing on their bodies.

Deformed and twisted, but a wild and effective weapon.

The transformed and twisted dragon blood boiled in their bodies, turning them into even more indescribable creatures.

These monsters left corrosive footprints on the ground with every step they took, and their six sharp claws simultaneously grabbed Ye Fan's dragon wing barrier.

"Noisy."

Ye Fan uttered the word without looking up. He was handing Amir over to the tribeswoman who had arrived. The boy's newborn heart shone with a bronze glimmer beneath his skin.

When the first giant flesh and blood claw was only half a meter away from the back of his neck, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out in the air.

The realm of Word Spirit Judgment erupted with Ye Fan as the center.

It was not a shock wave in the traditional sense, but a spherical storm composed of tens of thousands of translucent blades.

The first white blade that came into contact was only as thick as a hair, but within one thousandth of a second it multiplied into a kilometer-long arc of light.

The three Alchemical Deadpools were instantly cut into neat chunks of meat, and the group of Deadpools farther away were like waves of wheat struck by an invisible sickle, all cut in half.

"The First Trial."

Ye Fan stood up, his dragon wings fully stretched out.

At his feet lay the resurrected Amir, the child's chest rising and falling rhythmically.

As the dark golden vertical pupils swept across the battlefield, the limbs of Deadpool that were cut in two began to spasm - they were still crawling while dragging their rotten internal organs.

Carl's laughter echoed from deep within the zombie horde: "It's useless! These warriors have nerve cords running through every muscle!"

"Although they haven't obtained immortal cells like me, they are no less capable than me in terms of life!"

"You can't possibly kill them. They are the 'Undead' that I created, and they belong only to me! They are immortal!"

As if to prove his words, the cut-in-half Deadpools used their hands to support themselves on the ground and crawled towards them at an accelerated speed like some kind of horrible arthropod.

Some limbs even spontaneously mutated into new attack organs, and broken vertebrae mutated into bone spurs.

Ye Fan frowned slightly.

A second wave of Judgment Blades swept across, this time further chopped up the crawling corpses.

But the finger-sized chunks of flesh continued to wriggle, and some fragments even began to bounce like maggots.

"Alchemically modified neural puppets..." He recognized this forbidden technology. "You've transformed a living human into a petri dish for immortal cells."

"Even if they're petri dishes, there are ten thousand of them!" Carl's voice shifted, his three-meter-tall figure flickering among the corpses. "You can shred gravel, but can you obliterate an entire desert?"

Chapter 149: Sword of Damocles

As he screamed, the ground began to rise.

Deadpool, who was previously destroyed by Judgment, was reassembled from a pool of blood, and his degree of decay was actually reduced.

The third wave of judgment blades is more fierce than the previous two.

This time, Ye Fan added a high-temperature attribute, and the piece of meat that was cut was instantly carbonized.

But new waves of deadpools surged from the edge of the battlefield, stepping on the ashes of their companions, and their numbers seemed endless.

At a certain moment, Ye Fan's dragon wings were suddenly covered with sticky flesh and blood - more than a dozen Deadpools were deliberately chopped into pieces by Judgment, just to splash the corrosive blood on the king.

"Annoying."

Ye Fan shook off the corrosive liquid, and the eternal authority prevented him from being harmed at all.

He suddenly changed his strategy. The Judgment Blade no longer swept across a large area, but condensed into nine materialized lightsabers that floated behind him.

These long swords composed of pure authority began to kill with precision, and each strike would pierce through Deadpool's eyebrows and destroy the alchemical core buried by Carl.

Carl finally showed a look of surprise.

His real body, hidden deep in the zombie swarm, retreated rapidly, releasing the dragon blood bombs stored thousands of years ago.

These canned alchemical weapons exploded around Ye Fan, and twisted dragon chains emerged from the purple-black mist - he actually tried to temporarily imprison the eternal authority.

The battlefield suddenly fell into a strange balance.

Ye Fan's nine lightsabers pierced at a frequency of hundreds of times per second, and the group of deadpools multiplied at an even crazier rate.

Some Deadpools who were killed repeatedly began to mutate, and dark golden scales grew on their wounds, imitating the defense mechanism of the first generation.

They were evolving, imitating, something Carl had engraved into their instincts.

And Ye Fan is their best role model - an invincible monarch.

Carl's real body has retreated a thousand meters away, and his three-meter-tall body is disintegrating and reassembling. He is also trying to imitate Ye Fan.

Although the life level of the first generation is fundamentally different, he still tries hard to imitate it, even if it is just superficial, he enjoys it.

Because that was the supreme posture, Ye Fan's appearance deeply attracted Carl, every time the dragon wings stretched out, every scale was deployed.

They are all so perfect!

He looked extremely eager, saliva dripping from the corners of Karl's mouth, and his deep purple eyes stared at Ye Fan's body greedily.

He longed to chop off Ye Fan's head and put this head, which inherited all his immortal cells, on that perfect body.

That's when Amir woke up.

The child's new eyes reflected the battlefield: his grandfather Qasim was supported by the women, and the old man's broken fingers still tightly grasped the hunting knife.

Ye Fan's dragon wings covered half of the sky, and nine sword lights like divine punishment plowed deep trenches in the tide of corpses.

And at the end of the horizon, more deformed Deadpools were pouring in from the back of the sand dunes, their eye sockets pulsing with the alchemical flames that Carl shared.

Just when the battlefield was at a stalemate, the blood-stained satellite phone in Qasim's hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling blue light, like a cold dagger in the bloody night.

The electricity crackled, and a steady and magnetic male voice came out, with the calmness accumulated through time:

"Good day, Mr. Cassim. I am Gilbert Jean Angers, the director of the Academy of Cassel."

The old man's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted and he subconsciously held the phone tightly.

This name is like a lighthouse that never goes out in the world of half-bloods.

"What's the current situation on the battlefield? Does my specialist need support?"

Ange's voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried unquestionable authority.

Cassim looked at Ye Fan who was fighting a bloody battle with the Deadpool. Under the sky covered by dragon wings, nine lightsabers kept piercing like the spears of judgment of the gods.

"He... he is fighting alone, and those monsters... are endless!" The old man's voice trembled with excitement.

At the same time, in the monitoring room at the core of Kassel Academy, EVA's holographic projection suddenly lit up.

Through the real-time images transmitted by artificial satellites in the sky, Ye Fan's bloody battle figure and the seemingly endless tide of Deadpools were clearly presented on the big screen.

The mechanical girl flicked her trigger, and a hint of subtle solemnity lingered in the cold electronic voice: "Principal, the situation is worse than expected."

Ange crossed his fingers and placed them against his lips, his silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly, as if he was calculating something.

After a moment, he raised his hand and dialed the Gattuso family's hotline.

The call was quickly connected, and Frost's slightly playful voice came from the other end: "Hey, isn't this Principal Ange? What brings you here?"

This is not a professional operator of the Gattuso family, but rather the acting patriarch of the Gattuso family.

This is Angers' status, which cannot be ignored by any mixed-race force, and the highest level of reception will be given under any circumstances.

"I will use the Sword of Damocles." Ange went straight to the point, his voice as calm as the surface of a lake.

There was silence on the other side. After a few breaths, a serious voice came again: "Sword of Damocles? Ange, can you afford that price? Or are you finally willing to become a retainer of the Gattuso family?"

Ange's lips curled up into a faint smile, his tone still calm: "I am not going to give money, nor will I divide my power. I only offer one thing."

He shared a high-definition screenshot of Deadpool. "My specialists are dealing with these monsters. They possess terrifying resilience and a stable dragon bloodline. They are Deadpools transformed through some kind of alchemy."

"If your Cato family's deadly army were transformed in this way, it would no longer be a group of people who only hurt their own enemies. Instead, it could become a half-blood army that understands strategy and obeys orders!"

"You should understand what this means. I think the Gattuso family can't ignore this kind of benefit. I can give you 100 samples."

“The benefits are indeed high enough.”

"But 100 copies is too few!" the other party immediately countered, "1000 copies, or no deal."

Ange didn't hesitate: "Deal."

At the moment when the representative of the Gattuso family agreed, EVA's fingertips slid across the virtual keyboard, and the right to use the Gattuso family's most advanced space-based weapon, the Sword of Damocles, became EVA's control.

In the starry sky, the suspended doomsday weapon, the Sword of Damocles, slowly turned and aimed at the Dragon's Sleeping Place.

Almost at the same time, Ange called Kasim again. The old man answered tremblingly: "Principal Ange, please save Mr. Ye!"

"Don't worry, he's my commissioner. I won't let my commissioner get hurt under my supervision!"

Ange's voice was reassuring. "Turn up the volume on your phone. An artificial intelligence will take over."

EVA quickly increased the power of the satellite phone to its maximum, and the originally small phone seemed to have turned into a mobile loudspeaker tower.

Ange's voice resounded across the battlefield like a bell:

"Ye Fan! Find a chance to escape! Space-based weapons are about to fall, and these monsters will be annihilated by the heavenly punishment."

The sound penetrated the smoke and fighting and reached Ye Fan's ears. His dark golden pupils trembled slightly, and he knew that support had arrived.

The dragon wings suddenly spread out, and nine lightsabers formed a dazzling light shield, temporarily forcing back the approaching Deadpool.