Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The impact force slowed down and the smoke and dust dissipated.

In the center of the earth hit by the sword of Damocles, a figure was half-kneeling stubbornly.

His body was like a kite with a broken string, his right arm disintegrated piece by piece in the blast, the energy flow pierced his chest with a hole the size of a bowl, and the dragon blood that gushed out was vaporized before it hit the ground.

The broken dragon wings drooped limply, swaying in the wind with charred flesh on them.

The group of deadpools around had already turned to ashes, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

"Ahem...Ye Fan! You deserve to die!"

Carl half-knelt on the ground, coughing up blood mixed with broken internal organs.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his legs had already melted into sticky flesh due to the high temperature.

Even a complete Dragon King would have to avoid the sword of Damocles, let alone this severely damaged first-generation dragon body.

In the distance, a black figure walked slowly on the scorched earth. The Nibelungen Gate behind him was slowly closing, and scarlet mist was swirling around the man.

"Long time no see, Carl."

"Even though we were only apart for three minutes."

Ye Fan's voice was terrifyingly calm, and his black windbreaker rustled in the strong wind.

He raised his hand and pressed Carl's head, and he could feel the other person's wildly beating pulse under his fingertips.

"Your perseverance is commendable, but sadly, this game has to end."

"Let me go!" Carl screamed as he struggled. "Even if all I have left is my head, I will bite your throat out!"

"Unfortunately, you don't have the chance."

Ye Fan chuckled and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

Amidst the crisp sound of bones breaking, Carl's head was torn off. Dark golden blood gushed out like a fountain, but the moment it touched Ye Fan's palm, it was absorbed by a strange force.

"Fortunately, I still have enough mental strength."

Ye Fan threw Carl's head towards the Nibelungen and watched him disappear in the blood-red mist. "Although this A-level body is fragile, it is enough to clean up the mess."

As he spoke, he waved his arms, and the light of the alchemical matrix lit up on the ground.

The scattered pieces of flesh began to wriggle and reorganize, and under the power of life, they turned into bandages, wrapping around and repairing his broken body.

Then he used his hand as a knife, cut off his head again, and put it back on his original body.

With eternal protection, his cells will not lose their activity, although it is very painful, after all, he is beheading himself.

At this moment, far away in the monitoring room of Kassel College, EVA's red pupils suddenly contracted.

The horrific scene in the satellite imagery made her hesitate for a rare moment, but soon, the data stream twisted and reorganized in front of her—

Ange had already issued an order that any image of Ye Fan's true strength must be specially processed.

"This kid...is becoming increasingly out of his depth."

Ange stroked the cigar in his hand. On the screen, Ye Fan's neck, which had been re-stitched, still had strange silver lines on it.

Watching Ye Fan return to the tribe, Qasim handed the satellite phone to Ye Fan.

He dialed the satellite phone, "Ye Fan, what's the situation?"

"Half dead." Ye Fan leaned against the tree trunk and panted, the newly healed wound still aching slightly. "This body is like a sieve now."

"I'm glad you're okay." Ange's voice was unusually gentle. "The plane back is ready. Remember, keep a low profile."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan looked at the devastated battlefield and chuckled.

The power of life creation spread out, and the withered plants sprouted again, weaving into a brand new black windbreaker to wrap around his thin body.

Qasim and the other tribesmen didn't know what words to use to express their shock.

The other party was like a god descending to the earth, destroying the endless army of Deadpool with an invincible posture, and resurrecting the dead with supreme power.

Cassim felt that if gods really existed in the world, the man in front of him must be them!

Only gods are worthy of possessing eyes that are as gentle and broad as the sea when normal, and as turbulent as waves when angry.

"Don't be so shocked. Come on, Amir, let me see you."

Ye Fan called Amir over and carried the 12-year-old boy in front of him like a rabbit.

He reached out his right hand, patted the boy's chest, then reached inside and squeezed it a few times.

His heart was strong and vigorous, and his other five internal organs were also in perfect health. It was obvious that Life Creation had helped the boy's body to complete a thorough repair.

All the previous damage has been completely repaired, and now the boy's body is as pure as a newborn baby.

After all, the boy is already 12 years old, and he couldn't help but blush when being photographed and touched on the face like this.

"Really, this child is so generous."

Ye Fan curled his lips and put the boy back on the ground.

"Well, you are now as healthy as you can be. You must become a strong man to protect the tribe in the future."

Ye Fan smiled, bent down, put his hand on the boy's head, and rubbed his messy hair.

"Well, I will definitely do it!"

The boy nodded vigorously, his dark eyes filled with determination.

"Hey, old man, call everyone over here. I'll check your health before the executive plane arrives."

Ye Fan greeted him.

Qasim immediately understood what the other party meant, and hurriedly asked all the women and children to come to Ye Fan for a "physical examination".

When Ye Fan boarded the private plane of Kassel College, he finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep, with fatigue still on his pale face.

The Alchemy Kingdom - Life Creation - has been opened for so long, even the first generation level of mental strength can't withstand it.

Ye Fan fell asleep peacefully. During sleep, the body's recovery efficiency can be increased.

Chapter 152 Bronze Alloy

In the executive department, the original A-level mission had already been adjusted to S-level+ after this incident, which was a true Dragon King-level difficulty.

Of course, Ange also concealed some intelligence.

He just said that Ye Fan dealt with an ancient hybrid of the next generation level, and another person dealt with an alchemical Deadpool army of a thousand people.

But even if the horror of the battle scene has been reduced to 1/10 of its original level, it is still an extremely terrifying record.

This achievement spread directly throughout the entire executive department, and everyone knew that Kassel Academy's S-level freshmen this year had completed a Dragon King-level mission.

Ye Fan's photo instantly spread throughout the entire executive department, and almost all the executive department specialists who had a good relationship with him were shared with their colleagues.

Countless specialists, wearing their black windbreakers, opened their mobile phones around the world and saw the handsome and gentle face of the young man on the screen.

They were all shocked by the gentle blue eyes in the photo and the young man's terrifying fighting ability.

A nickname for Ye Fan gradually spread in the executive department - the Blue-eyed Death God.

Four hours later, the plane landed on the tarmac of Kassel College.

The news had spread like wildfire, and members of the Lionheart Club and the Student Union surrounded the runway.

Caesar held up a bottle of champagne, his long blond hair gleaming in the sun:

"Welcome our hero! Don't leave until you're drunk!"

Selina approached, carrying a fragrant steak. A rare smile flickered in her golden eyes. "Compared to the wine, I think you need this more."

The girl wore a green school uniform, her white hair floating gently in the sunlight. A rare hint of gentleness appeared in her golden eyes.

This made all the student union and Lionheart Club members sigh that only their dual president could subdue the female Tyrannosaurus from the Beowulf family.

"Indeed, I really need these pieces of meat."

"Thanks, Selina."

Ye Fan picked up the steak with his hands, put it to his mouth, took a few bites and swallowed both pieces of steak into his stomach.

Looking at Ye Fan's eating habits, Selina smiled even more gently, like a wife who had just returned home from serving her husband after a hard day's work.

Everyone in the Beowulf family likes strong warriors, who are usually not particular about details. Ye Fan's eating habits really please Selena.

She even fantasizes involuntarily.

She personally hunted an elk, and then sat with Ye Fan in the quiet snow in the Norwegian forest, sharing the fresh, steaming deer heart.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two went together to slay the dragon.

Ye Fan's wolfing down of food caused laughter from those around him.

All the students knew that their president would only become a strict tyrant during training, and would blend in with them at other times.

Ye Fan wiped the corner of his mouth, looked up at the cheering crowd, his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"Hey! Junior, hurry up and let me take a look!"

In the distance, Finkel squeezed through the crowd and rushed over.

He held Ye Fan in his arms and patted his shoulders with both hands, then his ribs, and then his thighs. He cheered after confirming that everything was correct.

"Wow! As expected of an S-rank! He completed a Dragon King-level mission without missing a single part."

The brown bear-like man smiled cheerfully when he learned from EVA that Ye Fan was facing an Alchemy Deadpool army of 1 people alone.

He wanted to rush out of the dormitory, take a special plane to the battlefield, and swing out more than a dozen killing flaming demon swords.

With so many people watching, the man was too embarrassed to show his anxious concern and could only use this clumsy way to confirm his brother's health.

Ye Fan smiled gently: "I'm fine, Finger, I'm very healthy now."

"Haha, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay..."

Finkel turned back into the look of a loser, scratched his head and just smiled happily.

After 7 days.

When the transport planes broke through the clouds and landed at Kassel College, the accumulated water on the runway was burned into steaming mist by the engine jets.

The ground crew looked at the bronze columns being lifted by the crane. The metal, covered with dragon reliefs, shone with a cold bluish-black light in the rain, like a coffin dug out from the depths of hell.