Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The Alchemical Dragon has become the embryo of his future dragon form.

When he opened his eyes again, the light in his golden pupils was like that of a real Dragon King—

Dominate the world!

Huge membrane wings extended from Ye Fan's back, tearing the cloth on his body. Dark golden scales proliferated on his face, and his golden eyes became more brilliant and majestic.

His bones crackled with a teeth-grinding crack, his spine lengthened, his tail vertebrae bulging into a slender dragon's tail. Muscle fibers reorganized, his skin was covered in tough scales, and his claws became as sharp as knives.

The clothes were completely shattered, replaced by a perfect and ferocious dragon body - slender, agile, yet full of violent aesthetics.

A dragon body over 20 meters long was coiled in the cave, each scale glowing with a cold metallic luster, and it exhaled hot white mist with every breath.

Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at the sharp tips of his claws. With a light scratch, the rock wall was cut open like tofu.

power.

Pure power surged through his veins, and his draconic instincts washed over his mind like a tide.

Tyranny, arrogance, desire for conquest - these emotions boiled in his chest, but he did not lose control.

On the contrary, he clearly felt that he could still dominate this body, he just needed to adapt and tame this wildness.

Chapter 62: Digging up people’s ancestral graves, this is the joy of digging up people’s ancestral graves!

Ye Fan suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening dragon roar.

The sound waves exploded like a physical force, the rocks on the cave ceiling crumbled, and the entire mountain shook. The dragon's roar carried an ancient majesty, as if announcing to the world—a new predator had arrived.

The next moment, he moved.

The dragon flapped its wings, the air was squeezed out and exploded, and his body crashed into the mountain wall like a cannonball.

The hard rock was as fragile as foam in front of the dragon's body, and it shattered layer by layer.

He charged and tore at it recklessly, testing the limits of this body. Speed, strength, defense—everything far exceeded that of a human.

If we throw him into the battlefield now...

Ye Fan's dragon pupils shrank slightly as he imagined himself sweeping through thousands of troops. Human weapons, unless they were nuclear bombs, could not really threaten him.

Missiles? He could easily dodge them. Tanks? He could tear them apart with one claw. Armies? The dragon's might would be enough to crush them.

This is real power.

The dragon body is the most suitable form for him.

Only a dragon body can fully unleash the power of dragons.

He stopped and landed slowly, his dragon claws deeply embedded in the rock.

The scales opened and closed slightly with his breathing, exhaling hot air. He lowered his head, looked at the ferocious tips of his claws, and suddenly smiled.

"very good."

The deep, thunderous dragon language echoed in the cave.

The lingering sound of the dragon's roar gradually dissipated in the cave, and Ye Fan felt the subtle vibrations caused by the friction between his scales and the air.

This dragon body was more perfect than he had imagined—the occlusion of every joint, the contraction of every muscle, were like a finely tuned killing machine.

And perhaps because the original alchemical dragon's body had been transformed by alchemy, a large number of alchemical tools remained in the dragon's body.

At this time, these alchemical tools have been completely integrated with the dragon's body after being transformed by the Dragon's Heart, making the dragon's body more resilient and stronger.

Ye Fan was almost certain that no other next-generation body could compare to his.

The difference between him and the complete Dragon King now is really just the difference of power.

He deliberately scraped the rock wall with the tail blade, watching the sparks fly in the darkness, and suddenly remembered the childish pleasure of carving desks with a pencil sharpener as a child.

"It's time to go back."

Ye Fan gathered his strength in the low roar of the dragon.

Now that he had killed all the people in Kowloon Walled City, it was time for him to go home.

It's 12 o'clock in the evening. If I take 5 hours to get back, I can just prepare breakfast before my mother wakes up.

The scales retracted into the body like the receding tide, the bones made a teeth-grinding crisp sound, and the membranous wings turned into a blood mist and were reabsorbed by the skin.

When the last dragon scale disappeared, a light golden mist was still rising from his naked body, like the rising sun in the morning light.

The Armstrong swivel cannon was exposed in the air, but Ye Fan's expression was calm this time.

After experiencing the last incident, Ye Fan was always ready to deal with similar situations.

Although he couldn't carry a set of clothes with him at all times, there would always be someone around him, so Ye Fan directly took a set of clothes from a mixed-blood who had a similar body shape to him in Kowloon Walled City.

The short-sleeved shirt and long pants wrapped around the sturdy body, and the Blood Drinking Spear suddenly made a buzzing sound, transforming from a spear into a long sword again.

The altar glowed faintly deep in the cave.

Ye Fan walked towards the man-made platform on the ground covered with broken gold. When the soles of his boots rolled over the fragments of bronze, a crisp sound similar to that of broken bones was made.

The most precious alchemical instruments of Kowloon Walled City should have been placed here, but now most of them have been distorted by the dragon flames.

He casually picked up a half-broken bronze mirror engraved with fish and dragon patterns, and the mirror reflected his golden pupils which had not yet completely faded.

"Um?"

The light spots reflected by the bronze mirror suddenly danced on the rock wall.

Ye Fan squinted his eyes and found that the seemingly natural rock surface was actually covered with fine seams.

When he used the Blood Drinking Spear to cut through the moss on the surface, the entire mountain wall suddenly lit up with a spider-web-like alchemical matrix - it was a groove filled with mercury solution, dormant in the darkness for who knows how many years.

The dull sound of the sword tip tapping the rock wall made Ye Fan raise his eyebrows.

The touch was not right. When the tip of the sword tapped lightly, there was actually a slight echo. He could feel that there was something else hidden in the rock wall.

He took a half step back, and Jun Yan's words condensed into an orange fireball in his palm.

With a loud "bang", the sealed door disguised as rock exploded, revealing densely packed hanging coffins behind it.

Each coffin was suspended in mid-air by bronze chains, and the coffin lid was engraved with the same emblem - a nine-headed dragon entwined with a sword.

"Is this... the ancestral tomb of Kowloon Walled City?!"

Ye Fan's golden pupils shrank due to excitement.

He jumped onto the nearest coffin and found that the surface of these metal coffins was coated with a layer of mercury and the lining was filled with activated carbon and cinnabar.

When they pried open the third coffin, a foul stench mixed with a strange scent of sandalwood hit them in the face - the mummy lying inside was wearing Ming Dynasty official uniform, and the area below the chest was covered with fine dragon scales.

The Blood Drinking Sword suddenly trembled violently, like a hungry wolf seeing flesh and blood. Ye Fan smiled and stabbed the tip of the sword into the corpse's heart: "Don't worry, it's all yours."

As the dragon pattern on the sword body squirmed, the corpse shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally a crystal with blood condensed at the end of the gun.

This discovery made his throat tighten, and he looked up at the thousands of hanging coffins with the look of a miser seeing a mountain of gold.

There are so many coffins. If each one can produce a complete dragon blood crystal like this corpse, it means that he will obtain thousands of dragon blood crystals!

With these dragon blood crystals alone, he can form an army of hundreds of mixed-bloods above level A.

If he really had such an army, even a fully formed Dragon King wouldn't be unable to give it a try.

For the next six hours, the cave echoed with the harsh scraping sound of the coffin lid being lifted.

Ye Fan became more and more skilled in digging up other people's ancestral graves, and later he could even control three corpses at the same time for refining.

When the coffin lids are opened, some of the corpses have been transformed into Deadpools. They will jump up with roars and try to escape.

At this time, you need to use blood drink to directly pierce the brain without damaging its complete shape to ensure the unobstructed blood vessels in the body.

Then insert the blood drink into its heart, and use the largest blood vessel output unit to completely draw out the dragon blood in its body and condense it into a dragon blood crystal!

Efficient, perfect, no waste!

This is the Dragon Blood Crystal Extraction Technique that Ye Fan improved upon through modern assembly line technology!

"If possible, I really want to apply for a patent for this technology, hahahahaha!"

In the empty cemetery, a figure was laughing towards the sky.

The laughter was full of the enthusiasm of a capitalist, and it sounded like an attitude of "I have everything I need."

Chapter 63: Mountain Explosion! Guderian Arrives!

The same is true.

If such a dragon blood crystal were to be auctioned at a mixed-race auction, any one of them could be sold for tens of millions of dollars.

And he has more than 700 such dragon blood crystals!

When the 725th dragon blood crystal fell into the snakeskin bag behind him, Ye Fan's fingertips were already covered with black corpse wax, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more ferocious.

Including the 50 dragon blood crystals he had accumulated, he now has a total of 775 dragon blood crystals!

Even if it was A-level hybrids, he could still create more than 70. Even at Kassel Academy, under normal circumstances, the number of A-level hybrids recruited each year would not exceed 5.

And the number of A-level hybrids he could create was enough to match the total number of students in the fifteenth class of Kassel Academy!

Then Ye Fan’s eyes fell on the last coffin.

The further inward the coffins are arranged, the older they are. The gilded coffin at the deepest is three times the size of an ordinary one, and the coffin lid has a complete map of Kyushu inlaid with meteorite iron.

"A big shot."

Ye Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the Blood Drinking Sword excitedly let out a dragon roar.

More than 900 coffins were opened. Ye Fan also accumulated a lot of experience. The larger the coffin, the higher the status of the person inside, and the higher the bloodline level!

The coffin in front of him was the largest of all the coffins. Ordinary coffins contained B-level hybrids, while slightly larger coffins contained A-level hybrids.

As for those in Class C and D, they are not qualified to be stored in this cemetery at all.

Then this largest coffin must contain an S-class item. Even if it is not an S-class item, it must at least be a super A-class item.

Even though the dragon blood in the body has been damaged a lot over a long period of time, it can at least condense into more than 5 dragon blood crystals.

This description may be a bit abstract, but if the things in the coffin in front of him are equivalent to more than 5000 million, then Ye Fan’s excitement at this moment is completely understandable.

When he put his palm against the coffin lid, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of sulfur.