A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 275 Cracking the Code, Crimson Island

On the sea, ships from various factions received communications from the Secret Society, realizing that this seemingly peaceful island was actually shrouded in a massive alchemical spell.

It is equivalent to an undeveloped Nibelungen.

Ships from various factions made way for Kassel's warships to approach the island.

Right now, everyone is only thinking about destroying the Nidhogg embryo as quickly as possible. No one cares about saving face, and no one is considering their own interests.

The mixed-race individuals from different factions formed an extremely rare united front, solely to resist that tyrannical emperor.

Even the alchemists on other ships wanted to come over.

They knew that with their skill level, it was unlikely they could crack the alchemical array covering the entire island, but assisting Nicholas was still no problem.

Nicholas, along with his prized student Fingel, had come to the deck. Holding paper and pen, he ordered the warship to slowly circle the island, allowing the master and apprentice to observe the alchemy array from all angles.

While observing and recording, the footage taken by the drone cannot help in this regard, as it cannot capture the alchemical patterns in their concealed state.

Fingel wasn't slacking off; he was also very curious about Xia Mi's alchemy. At the time, he was busy setting up the amplification matrix of the Word of Power: Emperor with Norton and didn't have much time to check on Xia Mi's setup.

Looking at it now, it's quite impressive. It makes full use of the space creation technology of one of the seven great alchemy kingdoms of the Dragon Clan. It's a good opportunity to learn a trick from it.

Ever since he used a spell to teleport to Bellow Island last time, Fingel has been very interested in this method of spatial teleportation.

While the master and apprentice were recording their journey around the island, alchemists from various factions arrived on the ship by helicopter, but no one dared to disturb Master Flamel and the recently renowned Master Fingel.

No alchemist dared to claim they could observe and record alchemical patterns on their behalf, for if they missed something, recorded too little, or made a mistake, they would become the culprits for wasting time.

Given the serious and tense atmosphere on site, if someone made such a big mistake, they might be dragged away, beheaded as a sacrifice to boost morale.

The leisurely circling of the island by the mixed-race people left Old Tang, who was eating skewers of grilled meat and scallops under the volcano, completely bewildered: "Brother Xu, what are they doing?"

"Are you here for tourism, or to kill the Black King?"

"Such a simple, nascent Nibelung alchemy, does it really require so many people? Looking at this and that, analyzing for so long?"

Xu Lie ate two scallops and found them very fresh. He then took out a few more raw ones and put them on the grill to roast: "This is equivalent to 'Why not eat meat porridge' (a Chinese idiom meaning to eat meat but not meat)."

"For you Dragon Kings, this half-finished Nibelungen is full of flaws and can be easily broken, but for hybrid alchemists, it is an extremely difficult problem."

"You should know that the Nibelungen that you seven dragon kings could make with a little time and effort—no, excluding Fenrir first—has never been made by a hybrid alchemist throughout history."

"Moreover, Old Tang, you are the Bronze and Fire King who is most skilled in alchemy in the history of the Dragon Clan. How could a hybrid alchemist compare to you?"

Old Tang didn't mind Xu Lie's teasing, and even raised his eyebrows smugly: "Hehe, so that means I'm now the world's strongest alchemist?"

One sentence silenced Xu Lie.

"..." Xu Lie couldn't bear to look at this King of Bronze and Fire, who had fallen from the alchemical altar due to the version update: "He is considered the strongest alchemist among the hybrids."

Yes, Odin is not a half-blood, that's correct.

Old Tang, completely oblivious to the subtle differences, was already happily munching on barbecue as he ran over to Constantine's egg to show it off, saying that once Constantine emerged from its cocoon, he would teach Constantine alchemy.

Even though Constantine, in his embryonic state, was completely unable to chat, Old Tang talked excitedly to himself, enjoying himself immensely.

Xu Lie looked away. Forget it, he decided not to tell Old Tang the fact that Constantine's alchemy was better than his, lest he embarrass the guy.

Outside the island, another helicopter landed on the warship. Percy Gattuso jumped out, not bothering to greet the crew, and hurriedly entered the cabin. After asking a trainee, he went straight to Caesar's dormitory.

This is a warship, and the dormitories on board are naturally cramped. Caesar is forcing himself to adapt to the not-so-luxurious and spacious space, and is having a meeting with student council officers, or rather, boosting the morale of his subordinates.

Even as he was about to face the progenitor of the dragon race, Caesar maintained his demeanor as the guild master, leading by example. Regardless of what he was thinking, Caesar at least outwardly exuded confidence in his victory.

"This time, no matter what, we can't afford to lose to Chu Zihang's Lionheart Society again..." *Knock knock.*

Caesar was halfway through his encouraging words when he heard a knock at the door. He was a little surprised and before he could say "come in," Percy couldn't help but push the door open: "Young Master Caesar, please come back to the family with me right now."

Caesar, unusually, lost his composure, and a curse flashed through his mind. He had just encouraged his subordinates, and now he was about to desert in front of them.

How can this be?

Caesar's inherent pride wouldn't allow him to desert his post: "Percy! Are you ordering me around?"

"No." Percy didn't even have time to wipe his sweat before bowing quickly: "The only order I received from my family was to protect you, young master Caesar."

"Pfft, family, family, those old fogies really value me." Caesar burst out laughing. "That's perfect, you can protect me from now on."

"It just so happens that once we land on that island, if we encounter a battle, we'll be missing a protective Word of Power. I remember your Word of Power is Dustless Land, which would be perfect for our team."

"???" Percy couldn't understand Caesar's thought process at all. Why did he have to risk his life himself?

He could have sat in the rear, like the head of the Pompeii family, letting the students of Kassel and the elite of the executive department charge into battle, while the nobleman only needed to stay in the rear, command the front lines, and wait for battle reports.

Before Caesar could say anything more, a student council member pointed to the wall: "Boss, look!"

A small television hanging on the wall was showing footage of Bellow Island.

After most of the day, Nicholas and Fingel, working together, had deduced the incomplete parts of the island-circling alchemy array.

Together with a large group of alchemists from other factions, they inscribed numerous reversed alchemical patterns on the unfinished parts of the island's alchemical array.

This could easily lead to internal conflict within the alchemical array, and within minutes, half of Nibelungen collapsed on its own.

The massive alchemical array around the island began to slowly disintegrate, revealing the true Bellow Island to all the hybrids present.

All the lush natural scenery that had previously existed vanished like a mirage as the alchemical array around the island collapsed.

It turns out that the fine, white sand beaches, the swaying coconut trees, and the dense forests covering the island were all just illusions.

Instead, there were large, mountain-like clumps of blood-red cocoons and streaks of crimson blood vessels!
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that inside the blood-red cocoon were numerous marine animals, all of which had been dragged ashore and were pierced and wrapped by streaks of blood, forming clusters of blood cocoons.

Judging by their appearance alone, it is impossible to identify what kind of marine creatures these are, because all their flesh and nutrients have been drained by the blood vessels, leaving only shriveled skeletons and skin fragments.

The bay, the beach, the forest—everywhere was covered with dense, tangled blood-red threads.

From an aerial perspective captured by a drone, the once lush and verdant island of Bello now resembles a demon's lair, a sea of ​​crimson!
Like the Zerg hive carpet in science fiction, Bellow Island was no less gruesome, covered in blood streaks that stained the entire island red.

These blood vessels seemed to possess a life of their own, constantly rising and falling, expanding and contracting, like breathing, among the grass, on the treetops, and on the corpses of marine life.

They might even spontaneously begin to grow and spread towards the ocean.

Everywhere you look is crimson. This bay, this beach, this island, is now deathly silent, all life robbed of its vitality by the blood streaks.

On the deck, the alchemists who had just deciphered the alchemical array retreated several steps: "The Black King, the Black King Nidhogg! He's already absorbing nutrients, preparing to break free from his cocoon!"

"Black King, such a massive extraction of nutrients must be to feed the Black King, the largest monster in the world!"

Inside the warship's command center, Angers had already begun issuing orders: "Norma, notify all trainees and the entire executive department to land on the island!"

Percy saw this and was anxious: "Young Master Caesar, if we don't leave now, it will be too late. Nobody knows when the Black King will emerge from his cocoon!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Percy, keep up. Didn't you hear Norma's announcement that Principal Angers wants us to go to the island?"

(End of this chapter)