Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

Although he was reluctant to leave in the first place, he was just pretending out of habit to liven up the atmosphere.

That's how he explained it, anyway.

"What about the next generation species that can communicate?" The old cowboy came to his senses and asked quickly.

"Oh, he is in the process of preparing to transform into a cocoon. After all, his original size is too large, and we need him to transform into a human form." Mo Qiuran said.

The dragon's cocooning process is such an unreasonable process. Being able to switch between the two species only requires some energy. If it is transformed from human form to dragon form, it needs to absorb huge biological energy. If it is transformed from dragon form to human form, it only needs to use the dragon scales and flesh that it is going to give up anyway.

"Take me to see it, take me to see it quickly!" The old cowboy immediately abandoned the brass can and ran over to grab Mo Qiuran's hand, but Mo Qiuran seemed not to move, but dodged him in a flash.

"Vice Principal, don't be so excited. The so-called cocooning is just spinning silk. What's so good about it?" Mo Qiuran said nonchalantly, "Let's send you back first!"

"That's a phenomenon I've only heard of but never seen! Classmate Mo Qiuran, please take me there, you can pick whatever you want from my collection!" The old cowboy knew that he had to bleed this time.

Thinking of this, he wanted to slap himself for causing trouble before. Why was he clamoring to go back to the base when he had nothing to do?

……

There was nothing interesting about the cocooning process, at least in Mo Qiuran's opinion. It was simply that the dragon servant used some unknown means to transform itself into a huge cocoon, and then when it came out of the cocoon, the 15-meter-long giant dragon servant turned into a little boy, who looked quite handsome.

But this seemed extremely incredible to the old cowboy. If Mo Qiuran hadn't stopped him, he would even want to take some of the remaining cocoon silk and take it back for research.

"What's your name?" Mo Qiuran asked curiously.

"Hmph! Shameless..." The little boy wanted to show that he was actually very angry, but after carefully weighing the fighting power of both sides... he held it back. Before, when the dragon was in its complete form, he had no power to fight back. Now that he had turned into a human form, he had no possibility of resistance at all.

If we talk about his age in a practical sense, he is probably the ancestor of everyone in this world, but the appearance of this little boy is really too unfamiliar.

"My name is Samson," said Samson.

"...At first glance, I thought it was a great-grandson," Mo Qiuran muttered, "Then let's go first. Don't worry, as long as your king has no intention of destroying the world, we won't do anything to him. If you can tell us something valuable, then we will give you a chance to persuade him!"

"Shameless... shameless man!" Samson's pretty face flushed instantly. He certainly understood that Mo Qiuran was simply taking the king's [egg] as a hostage, but the problem was that he had no other choice now!

Once you are coerced once, there will naturally be a next time, and once the gap is opened, it will get bigger and bigger.

As we all know, it is not only women's clothing that has the difference between zero times and countless times.

"Yeah, okay, I'm a shameless person, that's right, that's right." Mo Qiuran replied nonchalantly, "But my suggestion is, you should find a suit of clothes to put on first, otherwise you will look more like me than me." Shameless."

"Ah!" Samson finally realized that he had just changed from dragon state to human state, so he was still naked.

Fortunately, besides him, only Mo Qiuran and the old cowboy are men, so it doesn’t have much impact.

So Samson left to find some clothes. The old cowboy asked, "Aren't you worried that he might run away?"

"If he could run, he would have run away long ago. After all, he had the chance before." Mo Qiuran said, "He will come back for his king."

A moment later, Samson really came back jogging, and it seemed that he was still worried that Mo Qiuran and the others would leave early.

"Okay, we'll talk about the rest on the boat." Mo Qiuran put his hands on them. After mastering something as bug-level as the speed force, he had figured out many ways to use it. Carrying people through thick solid objects was one of them.

So the next second, three people... no, to be precise, one and a half human and one and a half dragon appeared in the cabin.

"Big, big..." Samson was surprised that the environment around him suddenly changed. He subconsciously looked at everyone who was looking at him, then his eyes widened and he suddenly became a little stuttering, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

"Hmm? What's big?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"No, no, no...no! I mean this ship is so big!" Samson thought quickly and finally found an excuse that sounded somewhat reasonable.

"Senior, how long has it been since this dragon came out?" Xia Mi asked curiously, "It's so strange, we haven't even seen a big ship!"

"I don't know, maybe about a thousand years..." Mo Qiuran replied.

"Oh..." Xia Mi suddenly realized, "No wonder!"

Samson: “…”

What did he hear?

Oh my God!

As members of the dragon clan, they are quite sensitive to their superiors. The suppression that exists in their blood cannot be hidden simply by saying so, so Samson recognized who Xia Mi was almost immediately.

The noble first generation, the king of the earth and mountains, one of the four great monarchs, Jörmungandr!

then……

Hey, what are you calling this human?

Senior?

What's with that delicate tone?

Shouldn't we show our kingly demeanor and kill these humans directly?

Samson thought so.

The moment he saw Xia Mi, he almost knelt down on the spot. Fortunately, Xia Mi glared at him, and he was smart enough, so he reacted in time.

But what is the situation now?

Since he is able to realize this, it means that the king has awakened... Then why does he still do this kind of thing? Is it just for fun?

Or... because you can't beat it?

Thinking of this, Samson couldn't help but reject it again. In his heart, the king was almost invincible, unless he was the one and only emperor!

I am just a human being, there is no way I can do such a thing. I must be too weak!

The King of Earth and Mountains must have her own purpose for hiding herself like this. I just need to stay hidden. There will definitely be opportunities for communication later!

Samson came to a conclusion.

then--

“Baibaibai…” His eyes widened again when his gaze fell on Eri.

"What's white?" Mo Qiuran asked again.

"Day... I haven't seen daylight for a long time!" Samson tried to explain himself.

Mo Qiuran just smiled and didn't expose him.

Although there was one more person when they returned, which seemed quite strange, this was the military after all, and the professionalism was still quite high. No one asked about Samson's identity, and no one asked about his clothes, which clearly did not look like what modern people would wear.

That is, when Mo Qiuran was leaving, he chatted with the instructor for a few more words. However, the conversation did not last long before the instructor waved his hand and quickly sent Mo Qiuran away. If they continued chatting, he didn't know how many more confidentiality agreements he would have to sign. This guy, did he think he was not tired of signing?

……

After returning to the beach villa with their belongings, the group happened to run into Old Tang.

“King, king, king…” Samson almost wanted to kneel down.

"What is the king?" Mo Qiuran asked with a half-smile.

"The king...will never let you go!" Samson tried to make up for it again, at least that's what he thought.

But if the king is here, why doesn't he take action in advance? No, there is another king. Could it be that they are in a state of mutual restraint, so neither of them dares to act rashly?

Wait, could it be that the information about Baidi City was leaked by another king, and she wants to use this human to attack our king?

Samson got caught up in conspiracy theories.

"Old Tang! What are you dithering about?" Lu Mingfei's voice came, and then he walked out, his eyes lit up, "Boss, you're back!"

"Huang huang huang..." This time, without waiting for Mo Qiuran to ask, Samson closed his eyes and fainted.

His last thought before he passed out was -

"What the hell is going on! I am just a small second-generation seed. I can't stand the torture from all the big guys! What does this big guy mean? I must be dreaming, right? I must be! When I open my eyes, I will find that I am still in the original Baidi City!"

"Eh?" Lu Mingfei looked at Samson who had fallen to the ground. "What happened, Boss? Did he faint?"

"Yeah, maybe he feels too shocked..." Mo Qiuran smiled but didn't expose him. He felt that the current situation seemed very interesting.

"What are you shocked about? Are you shocked that we are so handsome? Hahaha!" Old Tang laughed, but he laughed for a long time and no one in the villa laughed with him, so he had to stop awkwardly.

"Boss, what did you bring back this time?" Lu Mingfei changed the subject. He probably guessed something, but it was hard to say since Old Tang was still around, so his eyes lit up and he looked at the brass jar that Mo Qiuran was carrying and asked.

"This is an egg." Mo Qiuran patted the brass jar, making a crisp sound of metal being struck.

"Egg? Although I haven't been to school for many years, how could an egg be made of metal?" Old Tang was the first to refute. "And the patterns and lines on it are obviously not formed naturally but carved by someone. Based on my years of tomb robbing, this thing must be a cultural relic!"

"If it's an ordinary creature, then it's impossible, but I never said it was an ordinary creature's egg." Mo Qiuran observed Old Tang's reaction, "This is a dragon egg!"

Old Tang: “!!!”

"Turtle! Dragon eggs?" Old Tang instantly thought of the monster he saw that day and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Lu Mingfei did not retreat. He just looked at the egg with a strange look. After all, he had already accepted his identity as the God of Dragon and the ancestor of the Dragon clan.

So when he saw the egg, his first thought was not "Wow, dragons are so scary, even their eggs are this big! And they're made of metal!"

But - "Damn, I was able to make such a big egg before! And it's made of metal!"

I have to say, once you get used to this kind of character design...ah no, the dragon design is quite impressive.

At least now, Lu Mingfei has begun to imagine a scene in his mind of a huge dragon lying on a pile of such metal brass cans to hatch eggs... The style of the painting is quite bizarre.

"Will a dragon hatch out of here? How big will it be? Will it kill us? Will it recognize the first one it sees as its parent?"

After Old Tang took two steps back, he saw that Lu Mingfei was still standing there. Perhaps he wanted to avoid losing face in front of the brother he had just met, so he took two steps closer and asked curiously.

In order to show how brave he was, he even reached out and placed his hand on the brass pot.

Then, a crisp click sound attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Old Tang's hands.

"Um...I say..." Old Tang let go of his hand, but after seeing the crack that was obviously not the one that existed before, he put it back on to cover it up, making it even more obvious, and said with a forced smile.

"I said, actually I'm not that strong, it's just that the crack was ready to appear before, so it broke when I just put it on it. Do you believe me?"

"elder brother."

The voice came again.

"Could you please stop causing trouble with your weird auditory hallucinations? I'm facing an unknown amount of compensation now. This kind of antique is very valuable! I know this because I've resold many of them!" Old Tang thought.

But then he suddenly realized something strange, because everyone's eyes on him changed at the same time.

Then he subconsciously looked at the position of his palm that was pressing on the crack... A ray of warmth suddenly appeared in the center of the cold tank. It was a stream of air that rushed outward and then flowed inward.

It's like... breathing!

"elder brother."

Another sound.

This time Old Tang heard it clearly. The voice was not directly recalled from his mind, but rang right next to his ears. Just because the voice was exactly the same, he had the same illusion as before, thinking that it was still in his mind.

Inexplicably, a name, a familiar yet unfamiliar name, appeared in Lao Tang's mind.

"Constantine," he murmured.

Old Tang suddenly loosened his hand, but did not leave. Instead, he leaned down and put his eyes close to the crack that had suddenly appeared.

He didn't know why he did this, he just did it subconsciously.

The pitch-black gap is like a well of time.

"Brother, when you raise the battle flag and devour the world, will you eat me?"

"Yes, then you will join me and rule the world!"

(I was called out for a midnight snack...forgive me for not having a midnight snack for a long time)

Chapter 4 Abdullah Abbas! (k)

Old Tang raised his head, with golden light flashing in his eyes. That was the sign that his golden pupil was about to open. For the first generation, this was a sign of memory awakening!

Then he saw a group of people including Lu Mingfei, Xia Mi, Mo Qiuran and others who were staring at him.

The memory that was about to pop up in my mind was suddenly overwhelmed by another picture that popped up—that was the picture of Odin appearing... and then Odin's keel cross.

Old Tang, or rather, the being that was about to awaken in Old Tang's body: "..."

What?

Dominate the world?

The dead are coming to the world!

The golden pupils in his eyes seemed to be about to open, but they gradually began to dim until they disappeared completely.