Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

When he walked back to the center of the tribe, he found that the old man had woken up and was looking at the tied-up dragon-like man in horror.

Although the man was unconscious, the scales all over his body were moving abnormally, as if countless small insects were crawling under his skin.

Obviously, this was a sequelae of being stimulated by the bronze bell.

"Mr. Ye, what's going on?"

the old man asked tremblingly.

He had just been in the tribe and heard the strange sound. The sound gave him a splitting headache and all the muscles in his body began to spasm.

It was like an iron nail was running around in his brain, almost destroying all the tissues.

Only when the ringing sound faded away did he tremble as he walked towards Ye Fan who was returning.

Ye Fan squatted down and gently scraped off a scale with the small knife he carried with him.

In the moonlight, he clearly saw tiny blood vessels at the base of the scales, and the blood flowing inside was an abnormal dark gold color.

"I don't know," Ye Fan answered honestly, "but I will definitely find out. Your people, and the others who are missing... I promise you, I will find them."

As he said this, his eyes looked into the depths of the forest.

The several alchemical daggers that were just thrown over were engraved with positioning arrays.

Ever since he mastered all the alchemical matrices, Ye Fan has "enchanted" all the items on his body.

A defensive alchemical matrix was engraved on the windbreaker, and other alchemical matrices were also engraved on the blood drink to make it sharper.

In addition, in his spare time, he also forged many alchemical tools that could be used in various aspects, and made them easy to carry.

A wise man must have a loss if he is worried.

Ye Fan will use this rigor among rigor to make the possibility of failure become infinitesimal!

After such a long time, the other party should have returned to its nest.

If the other party is very careful and patrols the surroundings, once it finds that there is no pursuer, it will definitely return to its nest.

Then Ye Fan will be able to see what that guy is!

Chapter 135: The Pillar Man

The moonlight cast a pale halo on the wasteland, and the tall and thin figure walked across the red land in a strange posture.

It ran using its hands instead of legs, and the black mucus oozing from its broken limbs left a sticky trail behind it.

Ye Fan kept a safe distance, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, tracking the faint fluctuations emitted by the positioning formation engraved on the alchemical dagger.

The tall and thin figure suddenly stopped in an empty flat area.

There are a lot of strangely shaped rocks scattered here, which look like a group of deformed believers kneeling in the moonlight.

It raised its intact hand, and the bronze bell glowed green in the moonlight.

Following a shrill ringing sound, the crimson earth beneath its feet suddenly lit up with golden lines—it was an alchemical matrix about three meters in diameter, with complex runes wriggling like a living thing.

Ye Fan held his breath and watched a circular hole silently crack open in the ground.

The tall and thin figure jumped in without hesitation, and the crack closed immediately, and the light of the alchemical matrix gradually went out.

But Ye Fan had already memorized the exact location. He walked quickly forward and lightly touched the still warm ground with his fingers.

The soil temperature here is obviously higher than the surrounding area, as if something underground is constantly emitting heat.

"Earth energy node..."

Ye Fan whispered to himself.

According to Chinese knowledge, the feng shui of this kind of place is unique, and I believe this area also has this unique geographical knowledge.

Ye Fan had some knowledge of this, and what he had learned in the past told him that such places were generally used to build the center of the capital or some altars.

And now the strange guy has entered the underground of this area, which means there are buildings underneath.

What kind of structures might lie beneath the leyline nodes that could be used to build the center of the capital? Perhaps it's an ancient alchemy site or... the Nibelungen!

He took out a few copper coins from his backpack and placed them in specific positions where the alchemical matrix had appeared.

This was also an alchemical device he had made, capable of storing some of the fifth element, spiritual power. Although it wasn't as powerful as the Philosopher's Stone, it was sufficient to power the alchemical matrix.

When the last copper coin fell, the ground lit up with a faint golden light again. Ye Fan did not hesitate and jumped into the reopened passage.

The descent took longer than expected.

About ten seconds later, Ye Fan's feet touched the hard ground. He immediately activated the "Nether Light" word spirit, and his figure merged with the surrounding darkness.

The space before him was larger than he could have imagined—an underground cave the size of a football field, with seventy-two thick stone pillars arranged in concentric circles. The surface of each stone pillar was engraved with twisted runes, emitting a faint green light in the darkness.

You can vaguely see that these stone pillars are carved with images of dragons, and countless giant dragons are hovering on the pillars with their wings spread.

That ferocious expression seemed like he was charging towards something.

In the center of the cave, three particularly thick stone pillars are arranged in a triangle, at least five meters higher than the other pillars.

A tall and thin figure was kneeling in front of the central stone pillar, with a bronze bell placed on the ground.

With the dim light from the stone pillars, Ye Fan finally saw the fate of those "missing persons".

Dozens of humanoid creatures covered in black scales were chained to the surrounding stone pillars. Their bodies were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were slowly being absorbed by the stone pillars.

The most terrifying thing is that these people are still alive, their cracked lips opening and closing silently, and there are no eyeballs in their empty eye sockets, only two wriggling black masses.

The central stone pillar is carved with a full-length portrait of a muscular man. The carving technique is so exquisite that it is creepy - the texture of every muscle and the curve of every hair are lifelike.

As the "sacrifice" was absorbed, dark red liquid began to seep out of the surface of the stone sculpture, forming a dense network of blood vessels on the surface of the stone pillar.

The tall and thin figure hissed excitedly, suddenly grabbing a scaly man bound by chains and dragging him roughly in front of the stone pillar.

The surface of the stone pillar began to fluctuate like liquid, "swallowing" the poor man bit by bit.

Ye Fan's face turned gloomy.

These people who were transformed into monsters could not be saved, and most of their bodies were integrated into the stone pillars.

He clenched the Blood Drink and was about to show up, but he saw the tall and thin figure do something even crazier - it grabbed his left arm and pulled it off!

This was because a sacrifice was missing, so in order to revive the master, he chose to use his own limbs as a substitute.

Black slime splattered on the stone pillar, pressing the broken arm against the stone sculpture's chest. Ripples immediately appeared on the surface of the stone pillar, engulfing the arm.

Two red lights suddenly lit up in the eyes of the stone sculpture, the entire underground space began to vibrate, and rubble fell from the dome.

"One more..." the tall and thin figure roared in an ancient language, the sound like sandpaper scraping against each other, "The last sacrifice..."

Ye Fan knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He released the "Underworld Light" and appeared behind the tall and thin figure like a ghost, and the Blood Drink drew a cold arc of light.

It seemed that he had guessed that Ye Fan would track him here.

The tall and thin figure reacted extremely quickly, twisting his broken body at an impossible angle to avoid the fatal blow, but a large piece of his right shoulder was still cut off.

Black mucus gushed out, making a corrosive sizzling sound as it landed on the ground.

"Who the hell are you?" Ye Fan asked coldly, the tip of his sword pointing at the other's throat. "Why are you sacrificing these innocent people?"

The tall and thin figure did not answer.

Its broken body suddenly pounced towards Ye Fan at an incredible speed.

Ye Fan dodged sideways, and the Blood Drinker swung out again, this time directly cutting off its other arm.

But the tall and thin figure seemed to feel no pain. It used its remaining leg to kick Ye Fan's sword and flew backwards.

It hit the central stone pillar directly!

The reliefs on the surface of the stone pillars suddenly came alive.

The statue of the muscular man opened its mouth - it was a real mouth, not just a carved pattern - and bit the head of the tall and thin figure.

The creepy chewing sound echoed in the cave. The tall and thin figure's body twitched violently and was dragged into the stone pillar little by little.

As the last bit of black clothing disappeared, the entire underground space fell into an eerie silence.

Then, the central stone pillar began to shake violently.

The stone skin on the surface peels off like an eggshell, revealing the dark red fleshy inner layer.

Those "vessels" pulsated wildly, pumping some kind of liquid to the top of the stone pillar. Ye Fan took a few steps back, instinctively taking a defensive stance.

He felt a strong mental pressure, ten times stronger than when facing a pure-blooded dragon.

For him as an emperor, this kind of pressure was not very strong, but the fact that he could feel the pressure was enough to arouse people's curiosity.

If an emperor whose bloodline is infinitely close to that of the first generation can feel pressure, it means that the other party's bloodline is also infinitely close to the level of the first generation.

"Click, click, click..."

A crack appeared at the top of the stone pillar.

A pale hand stretched out from the crack, its fingers long and powerful, its nails an unhealthy purple-black. The hand grasped the edge of the crack and tore it apart with force—the entire stone pillar burst open like a ripe fruit!

Amidst the bloody rain, a tall figure slowly landed on the ground.

He was over two meters tall, his muscles as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture, and his long dark purple hair fell to his waist.

But it was his movements that were most disturbing.

He first turned his neck stiffly like a puppet, then twisted his limbs in a dislocated manner, and finally his entire body squirmed like a snake before gradually returning to a "normal" human posture.

"ah..."

The purple-haired man took a deep breath, his voice low and pleasant, but with a certain inhuman echo.

"The air of the new world... is so fragrant..."

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those were also a pair of amethyst-like eyes and the same hair as the other person, coupled with that handsome and three-dimensional face, presenting a strange and charming feeling.

When he looked at Ye Fan, Ye Fan felt a chill.

This feeling is very strange, not fear, nor disgust, just pure strangeness...

It was like seeing something that looked very much like a human, but was clearly not human.