Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"The Black King wants to take away everything I hold dear, so I will take everything He has too! Humans cannot defeat dragons, so I will transform until humans can defeat dragons."

"If he wants me to lose everything, then I will make him lose his entire world. Let him sit alone on the throne and experience for himself the sweetness of power or the dead silence of loneliness."

Ye Fan's expression changed, it was a unique feeling.

Beowulf saw determination in that face, though mad and even a little twisted, it was a determination that was unparalleled.

"If the world doesn't turn out the way I want it to..."

"Then let it start burning, and burn until no one is safe!"

Ye Fan said with a cold expression.

The wind and snow suddenly became fierce, but everyone stood still, as if their minds were frozen by this crazy idea.

Ange sighed softly and took out an ancient bronze plate from his arms, on which was engraved the original oath of the secret party.

"Old friend," he handed the bronze medal to Beowulf, "times have changed. We need new weapons, new allies, and even... a new king."

"If we can't lie down and enjoy our new life, then let us stand and greet death. From the moment we were born, hybrids have been such a pathetic and hateful existence."

"From the beginning to the end, we have been weapons used by humans to slay dragons!"

Beowulf stroked the blurred engraving on the bronze plate. According to the traditional custom of the Beowulf family, he naturally always remembered the oath on it.

From birth to death.

I give everything.

Just to taste the sweet dragon's blood.

What selfish words! There are no high-sounding words like salvation or hope.

Some are only selfish, while others are born with a desire for dragon blood.

What an impulse this is, even now that he is old, Beowulf still longs to defeat the dragon.

He looked up at Ye Fan, then at his most beloved granddaughter, and finally his gaze fell on the family flag on the spire of the distant castle.

The scarlet battle flag still fluttering stubbornly in the snowstorm.

"Give me three days," he finally said, his voice old but firm. "I need to call a family meeting."

Ye Fan bowed deeply: "This is due respect."

Before he turned to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back. "By the way, I'll leave that set of golden armor for you to display. The activation code is 'Ragnarok'."

When Ye Fan and Ange disappeared in the wind and snow, Selina found that her grandfather was still standing there, holding the bronze medal and gold chip tightly in his hands.

Snowflakes fell on his gray eyebrows and did not melt for a long time.

"Grandpa..." she called softly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. The situation we faced before was not much better than it is now."

Beowulf's tone was no longer cold, and he patted the back of his granddaughter's hand to comfort her.

He could feel his granddaughter's fear, because she was still young, unlike him, an old man with one foot halfway into the coffin...

"If it were ancient times, all humans could do to fight dragons were some bronze artifacts and their own flesh and blood. Those bronze artifacts didn't even have alchemical matrices, so they couldn't destroy dragon scales at all."

"To kill a single third-generation dragon, it might take twenty or thirty hybrids working together, biting with their teeth and poking the cracks between the dragon's scales with broken bones in their arms."

"It was equally hopeless back then. Our Beoff family has remained steadfast ever since then, and we've paid a huge price in the process."

Chapter 241 Heavenly Forbidden Army

"Basically, every family member has killed their own relatives because we constantly use bloodline refining technology."

"It's actually the same now. With this kind of armor, even an ordinary person can display combat power that's not inferior to that of an A-rank hybrid."

"Isn't it just the Black King? If he can die once, then he can die a second time, a tenth time, a thousand times, a hundred times!!"

Beowulf roared, the scarlet in his golden eyes becoming more intense. "Anger is right. We half-bloods are weapons to slay dragons!"

"Since that final moment is bound to come, I might as well choose someone worth following!"

"He's pretty good. That young man named Ye Fan. I see in him the indomitable spirit of humanity, and even more so, the madness and darkness that only humans can possess!"

"Such a person is worth following. Even if it means death, he will make your death have real meaning!"

Beowulf grinned. Only someone who could even plan for his own death could make the most of all resources.

Righteousness does not hold wealth, and kindness does not command the army!

If troubled times require heroes, desperate situations require madmen!

"I will go and convince those guys. You should have a good rest first." Beowulf stood up and walked away with heavy steps.

With his broad back standing upright, this old man over 130 years old has regained some of the passion and impulse of his youth.

It's late at night.

Ancient candlelight flickered in the Beowulf family hall, illuminating faces some young and some old.

The silver cutlery on the long table reflected a cold light, but no one touched the knife and fork.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the clan leader Beowulf. The golden chip in his hand was projecting a holographic image of a golden armor.

"See?" Beowulf's voice was like thunder. "Put this on, and even the claws of the next generation of dragons can't hurt you at all!"

In the video, the golden-armored warrior walked through the dragon flames, and the scene of the light blade in his hand cutting off the dragon's wings made the young family members breathe rapidly.

A red-haired young man stood up suddenly and slammed his fist on the oak table. "Chief! As long as I can kill the dragon wearing this, I will sell my life to that Oriental man!"

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Beowulf's golden eyes.

He looked around the hall and saw the desire in the eyes of those tribesmen who had not awakened their bloodlines - that was the desire to fight that had been suppressed for decades.

"Don't worry if you don't have the bloodline." The old man pointed to a figure of average size in the image. "This armor allows ordinary people to unleash the power of an A-level hybrid. Thor, haven't you always wanted to slay a dragon yourself?"

The middle-aged man who had been named trembled all over. Because he hadn't awakened his bloodline, he had only been in charge of the family accounts for thirty years. Tears welled in his eyes, and he knelt on one knee, "Chief, please allow me to be among the first to receive training!"

"Don't worry, each of us will receive training, and each of us will be able to step into the dragon-slaying battlefield at the top of our game!"

Dinner ended earlier than expected.

When Beowulf asks who objects to joining Ye Fan's "Heavenly Court," he is responded with 1436 unsheathed swords raised above their heads—the most ancient rite of allegiance of House Beowulf.

At dawn the next day, the wind and snow stopped temporarily.

Beowulf led his entire clan in a parade in the castle square, their scarlet cloaks surging like a sea of ​​blood in the morning light.

Ye Fan arrived as promised, followed by Ange and Selena.

"Looks like we've reached a consensus."

Ye Fan looked at the solemn military formation in front of him, with a slight smile on his face.

"Okay, let's put this unnecessary chit-chat on hold for now. I'll explain the details to you after you're done with the transformation."

His right hand drew a mysterious trajectory in the air, and a blue space crack appeared out of thin air, gradually expanding into a three-meter-high elliptical portal.

Beowulf's pupils contracted—this was the legendary spatial authority that only the first generation could wield.

The smell of sea breeze came from the other side of the portal, and a metal dome was vaguely visible.

"Welcome to the Island of Rebirth." Ye Fan was the first to step into the portal.

The shock of passing through the space channel had not yet subsided, and the Beowulf family was shocked by the scene before them.

They were standing in a hemispherical cave with a diameter of over one thousand meters. The surrounding rock walls had a bronze luster, and the ground was made of some kind of glowing silver metal.

Thousands of cylindrical culture chambers are neatly arranged on the central platform, each connected by complex pipelines.

"The alloy-coated rock walls are to ensure the safety of the laboratory. You'll be quite powerful after the renovation."

Ye Fan knocked lightly on the wall, and a clear sound echoed. "Given the hardness of this wall, an ordinary S-rank hybrid wouldn't be able to crack it."

He led everyone into the depths of the cave, and the floor lit up with blue light patterns as they walked.

Selina noticed that certain light patterns formed an ancient alchemical matrix, exactly the same as that recorded on the most precious parchment scroll in her grandfather's study.

These were all ancient alchemical matrices with different functions, and she couldn't tell them apart.

Only a mixed-blood alchemist like Ye Fan could convert the entire laboratory into a large alchemical creation.

Beowulf looked around and, with a warrior's instinct, he knew that this was more like a private fortress than a laboratory.

"This was originally a natural cave."

Ye Fan's voice echoed in the empty underground space. "I used alchemy to reconstruct the molecular structure and incorporated modern technology. The cost per square meter under your feet is two million US dollars."

Beowulf suddenly stopped, crouched down and touched the ground.

As a dragon slayer who had lived for over a hundred years, he recognized that what flowed in those glowing lines was liquid metal - pure energy tamed by alchemy.

"Mad..." the old man muttered, "You're using alchemical materials as heat?"

Ye Fan smiled without answering and walked to the center of the platform.

A transparent pillar rises from the ground, with a beating golden heart suspended inside and its surface covered with tiny alchemical runes.

"Golden Heart is one of my most outstanding works."

Ye Fan lightly touched the pillar, his heart suddenly beating faster. "With my bloodline gene carrier, as long as I use it to replace your heart, I can directly improve your bloodline and allow your bloodline to be steadily improved to S-level."

He turned to Beowulf and asked, "Chief, should we try first?"

"Does it require some ancient ritual?" Beowulf asked as he took the heart.

This heart was clearly made of metal, but it kept beating in his hand, emitting a hot breath.

"You don't need to be replaced. My subordinates will help you. It's just that this replacement may take a while because your body needs to adapt."

"The improvement of bloodline also requires a lot of nutrition, so these culture chambers are needed." Ye Fan pointed to the thousands of culture chambers around him:

"The purpose of these incubators is to replenish your energy. The human digestive system cannot replenish a large amount of nutrients in a short period of time to complete the strengthening of your bloodline."

Chapter 242 How is Qin Ming doing?

"Okay, then I know what to do."

The old man walked towards the nearest incubator without hesitation.