Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"A very good bloodline. Is it the 'Emperor' of the White King's bloodline? A bloodline of this caliber... would be perfect for my new vessel."

The red light suddenly became stronger, like a blood moon descending.

Yamada Shujin practically crawled into the secret room, his forehead pressed against the ground. "Master, what are your orders?"

"There's a little bug coming."

Ananda's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. "Complete the fusion of the dragon corpse, and then... bring him to me."

"He has good pedigree and is very suitable to be another spokesperson for me in Japan."

Yamada Shujin quickly prostrated himself and said respectfully:

"Follow your orders, Master."

After saying that, he quickly stood up, turned around and left.

Yamada Shujin was very anxious.

He never expected that things would develop so quickly and someone would come to him so soon.

And from what the Thousand-Faced Snake said, the other party is very powerful, so he must be the emperor, most likely Amaterasu!

He knew the situation was critical and the integration had to be completed as soon as possible.

Yamada Shujin walked quickly into the laboratory and said to everyone with a serious look:

"Now, immediately inject all the nutrient solution into the petri dish and let the dragon corpse absorb it!"

The subordinates did not dare to hesitate and immediately followed orders, quickly moving out all the nutrient solution in stock.

The huge glass jar containing the dragon corpse was soon filled with a tender green liquid.

The liquids, like a fountain of life, slowly flowed into the grayish-white dragon's body. The originally shriveled muscles gradually regained their vitality under the nourishment of the liquids.

Yamada Shujin stared at the dragon corpse. He knew clearly that there was a damaged cocoon inside the body, and this dragon was truly killed.

There is no way to revive again by relying on the cocoon.

But even though the cocoon is broken, a large number of cells still remain, which puts it in a strange state where the soul dissipates but the body can still be revived.

As long as a new soul is injected into this body, it can be reborn as the most perfect living being.

The cocoon grown in Yamada Shujin's body can repair the damage to the cocoon inside the dragon's corpse, and at the same time integrate his will, genes and all characteristics into the body of this dragon.

Considering the possibility that Ye Fan might attack and interrupt his fusion.

Yamada Shujin shouted loudly to everyone again:

"All of you must inject dragon blood serum. The people from the Eight Snake Clan are attacking us. They are very powerful. Inject as much as you can to enhance your bloodline to the extreme!"

"As soon as I complete the fusion, I will go out to support you. With the perfect dragon body, no matter how many people from the Eight Snake Clans there are, I can easily tear them apart."

After receiving the order, his men acted quickly, took out all the dragon blood serum in stock, grasped the weapons stolen from the ghosts, and rushed to the reinforced passage outside the underground laboratory without hesitation.

They harbored a glimmer of hope in their hearts that as long as their leader completed his transformation into a dragon, he would help them find the corpses of other dragons and help them evolve into that perfect creature.

They are so eager to improve their bloodline and become the noblest creatures!

Even if there is only a glimmer of chance, even if there is only a ray of hope, they will rush forward like moths to a flame.

Chapter 100 The Golden Path, the King Walks in It

Yamada Shujin turned around and looked at the fully nourished dragon body in the glass petri dish.

He seemed to be able to feel that the other person's blood was gradually regaining its vitality, and all that was needed was the injection of new soul to make it flow completely.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to move soon, carrying my soul and allowing me to return to this world in the most perfect form!"

Yamada Shujin spoke excitedly, his eyes flashing with fanaticism.

After saying that, he picked up the scalpel without hesitation, stabbed it hard into his chest, and then forcefully cut open his stomach.

The skin and flesh were cut open, the fishy smell was exposed to the air, and the internal organs felt the fresh air for the first time in a long time.

At this moment, his internal organs were already in tatters, and most of them turned into nutrients to nourish the cocoon that occupied most of his chest cavity.

With trembling hands, Yamada Shujin took out the constantly bulging red blood cocoon from his chest.

He used up the last bit of his body's strength to place the blood cocoon into the wound in the dragon's chest.

Inside the wound, there was originally a cocoon in which the first generation of the species was preparing to complete its reincarnation, but now it has become dry and dilapidated.

As the scarlet blood cocoon touched it, it quickly turned into liquid and poured into the dry cocoon like a raging torrent.

Blood gradually appeared on the dry cocoon, and the blue veins began to bulge.

The entire cocoon began to regain its activity, and along with the cocoon's powerful beating, the entire dragon corpse also began to have a pulse, and the originally cold blood began to flow and gradually became hot!

"This is the art of life! The art of alchemy! The supreme masterpiece of biology!"

Yamada Shujin shouted excitedly.

At this moment, this human body has reached its true limit. Yamada Shujin's legs went soft and he fell heavily to the ground.

But his remaining consciousness still stubbornly remained in his brain.

He stared at his old body's eyes, full of anticipation, hoping to witness the rebirth of his new self.

Those hybrids called "evil spirits" are undergoing a bloody transformation.

Countless syringes that once contained dragon blood serum were now thrown casually on the ground.

Dragon blood serum rushed through their veins like magma, and the grayish-white scales pierced their skin, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

Each scale shone with a metallic sheen, like the armor of a medieval knight, yet with unpleasant reptilian features.

Their golden eyes burned so brightly that blood oozed from the edges of their irises, like lines of lava flowing in the darkness.

"roar--"

The roars that came one after another echoed in the confined space.

Twenty monsters rushed towards the armory like wild beasts just out of their cages. Their movements were beyond the scope of human beings - more like the pounce of some predator.

Swords, guns, explosives, anything that could cause damage was seized. One of the largest men even removed the metal box of a fire axe from the wall with his bare hands.

When the last bit of reason reminded them of the danger, the monsters retreated behind the alloy door that was said to be able to withstand tactical nuclear bombs.

The one-meter-thick special steel gleamed coldly under the light, and each rivet on the door was the size of a baby's fist.

The strength of this door is beyond imagination. Even if it is bombarded continuously with artillery shells, it will take ten minutes to blast it open.

Outside the door, Ye Fan naturally also felt the strong smell of dragon blood behind the iron gate, which was as tangible as reality.

He jumped lightly from the bronze sword and landed steadily in front of the iron gate. He reached out and gently touched the surface of the door, feeling the cold and hard texture, while also quickly calculating in his mind.

He knew the properties of the alloy very well.

While extremely high hardness is certainly an advantage, its low melting point is also a disadvantage that cannot be ignored. This is basic knowledge taught in junior high school physics.

Orange flames shot out from his palms and turned into a dazzling golden red in the blink of an eye.

This is Junyan with a temperature of up to 3000℃, which is five times higher than that of napalm bomb and enough to turn the hardest metal into flowing liquid.

The door turned red and softened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally began to drip like melted chocolate.

The evil spirits within the gate suddenly fell silent. Their brains, burned by the dragon's blood, felt fear for the first time.

They felt the air suddenly become hot and unbearable. The heat was like countless tiny needles, piercing their bodies which were extremely excited due to the injection of too much dragon blood serum, and actually calmed their originally fanatical minds a little.

The heat penetrated the heavy metal door like the fingers of death brushing against their scales.

As the high temperature continued to act, the iron gate finally couldn't bear the weight and began to melt completely.

A large amount of molten iron flowed down from the center of the door, gradually forming a gate shape that was large enough for one person to pass through.

When a molten hole wide enough to pass through appeared in the center of the gate, Ye Fan walked in stepping on the molten iron.

Incredibly, the high-temperature liquid that was hot enough to melt gold and iron automatically separated within a foot around him, as if in awe of something.

The sunlight poured in from behind him, giving him a dazzling golden edge.

In the backlight, his silhouette looked like the sun god Apollo from ancient Greek mythology, but his face in the shadow was more terrifying than any evil spirit.

"Is this Amaterasu?" This thought flashed through the minds of all the evil spirits at the same time.

"Fire!"

It is unknown who pulled the trigger first.

In an instant, gunshots rang out like thunder.

Hundreds of bullets formed a web of death in the air, and the sparks that burst out when the trajectories intersected were like a miniature meteor shower.

Facing the bullets that came like a tide, Ye Fan just narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Then, he murmured the complicated ancient text, which was the ancient language in Dragon Script that symbolized the supreme royal power.

As he chanted, the Word Spirit: Royal Power was activated.

"Kneel down."

He said.

The moment the Word Spirit·Royal Power was activated, the air in the entire space solidified.

Twenty times the gravity was like an invisible mountain pressing down. All the bullets lost their kinetic energy in an instant and fell to the ground with a "pop" like mosquitoes being swatted to death.

The copper bullets twisted and deformed under the heavy pressure, eventually forming a road with a gleaming metallic luster.

This road paved with bullet debris gleamed in the sun, like a golden carpet used by ancient emperors during their tours.

Every deformed bullet shell silently announces the arrival of the emperor.

The evil spirits were like mad dogs that had broken free from their reins. After discovering that their ammunition had no effect on Ye Fan, they roared, threw away their guns, and rushed towards Ye Fan desperately, waving their swords.

Their eyes were red, full of madness and determination, as if they wanted to chop Ye Fan into pieces with the sharp blades in their hands to vent the fear and unwillingness in their hearts.

They roared, and the roar echoed in the enclosed space with the courage of a desperate struggle.

Even though he knew that there was boundless pressure ahead from the "royal power", he did not hesitate to step into the "Golden Road" specially paved for the emperor.

Strangely enough, when they stepped in, their bodies did not feel the terrifying pressure that they had imagined could crush everything. Everything was normal.

The evil spirits were stunned at first, then burst into excited laughter, thinking they had found a flaw, so they rushed forward even more frantically.