A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 417 The Only Dragon King Who Truly Recognizes Human Intelligence

In the icy Greenland sea, the red and yellow painted icebreaker "Passion" ruthlessly smashed through three-meter-high icebergs and plunged into this ocean full of floating ice.

As we all know, only a small part of an iceberg is visible above the sea. Typically, the ratio is between 1:10 and 1:20. In other words, the underwater portion of this iceberg is estimated to be between 30 and 60 meters, making it a very small iceberg.

Chen Motong sat in the warmly heated opera house, the only audience member in the vast courtyard, listening to the live performance of the symphony orchestra. The noise from the breaking ice was heavily blocked by soundproofing panels, unable to interfere with her appreciation of the music.

It wasn't that the other passengers didn't like listening to symphonies, but rather that Chen Motong was the only passenger on the entire Passion.

This is the extravagance of the Gattuso family. The Passion icebreaker, which usually travels around the Arctic and is only responsible for polar sightseeing and aurora tourism, was directly chartered by Pompeii and carried Chen Motong. Without waiting for any passengers, it set off at lightning speed.

When the conductor stopped conducting, Chen Motong understood and stood up to applaud, but in his heart he still felt that, in terms of conducting, he was more at ease when he was conducting the six elders of the 'Pompeii' church in the underground of the Gattuso family.

Leaving the theater, Chen Motong turned on the polar-specific, cold-resistant walkie-talkie at his waist, and a noisy chatter immediately came through.

"Hello, hello, this is the Ice Shark. How long has it been since the Arctic has been this lively? I've been sailing in the Arctic for decades, and this is the first time I've seen so many fellow sailors in the dead of winter."

"Yes, there are very few ships that dare to sail to the Arctic in winter. In the past, the radio would go silent for a whole month. Unlike now, the radio is always ringing. My God, has the Arctic become a gold mine?"

"It might be an alien explosion. Anyway, the passengers on this ship are extremely anxious, constantly urging us. They don't seem like they're here for tourism at all."

"Haha, I think the rich are coming to the Arctic to take refuge. You guys live in the icy sea all year round, so you may not have heard that there are now news reports all over the world about bizarre dragon-like creatures attacking cities and people, causing quite a stir."

“We’re not deaf. We have satellite communications, so of course we know that there are dragon plagues all over the world. We even have to investigate in advance before landing at ports to replenish supplies in order to avoid encountering those monsters.”

"The US must have conducted some kind of biological experiment again! A biochemical monster has escaped! I don't dare to return to port now! The crew members are all homesick, but they don't dare to go back. They all feel that the icy sea is safe."

As Chen Motong listened to the captains' conversation, he also became worried about the global dragon plague. Although the first wave of impact on humanity after the dragons' resurgence had been successfully resisted by the armed forces of various countries, the mixed-race forces in various regions, and the major parishes of the Old Church.

However, many videos and photos still circulated on the internet. Even with the combined efforts of artificial intelligence from multiple forces, they couldn't delete them all because this incident was global and not so easy to suppress.

Even the veteran captains in the polar regions have gradually received news of the dragon disaster.

While pondering the Dragon Disaster, Chen Motong also went to the captain's room of the Passion Ship and politely knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The captain was a slightly overweight man nearing fifty. The first and second mates were also squeezed in, staring at the compass and navigation recorder.

Upon Chen Motong's arrival, the three of them politely stood up. This was not out of respect for Chen Motong, but rather out of respect for the Gattuso family behind her.

While other places were severely affected by the dragon plague, Florence, where Gattuso was located, did not need to worry about such things, as Odin had already cleared the area around Florence long ago.

As a result, the staff on the Passion were unaware of the Dragon Disaster when they departed from the port, so the Passion's symphony orchestra was still able to perform for Chen Motong.

Now, after communicating with his colleagues, the captain of the Passion finally learned about the unusual events in various places. He felt a little uneasy and would keep in touch with his family regularly.

"Judging by the time, we should have arrived by now, right?" Before the icebreaker set sail, Chen Motong had already given the captain the coordinates for the journey. During the twenty-odd days of sailing, they spent their time experiencing the ship's entertainment facilities or entering the collective subconscious sea to pass the time.

“Yes.” The captain approached the nautical chart display respectfully. “We were also going to inform you, madam, but when we learned that you were at the opera house, we thought we would wait until the orchestra finished their work before notifying you.”

The nautical chart display showed that the Passion had arrived at the coordinates given by Chen Motong: "Very good, as we agreed in advance, the Passion will stay here. I will notify you gentlemen when I want to leave."

Although Chen Motong's request was extremely unusual, the captain and his two first mates immediately agreed, promising to comply with Ms. Chen Motong's request, considering the money and promises offered by the Gattuso family.

As long as they honestly completed this deal, the Gattuso family would guarantee them and their families a life of wealth and luxury for the rest of their lives. No one could resist such a temptation.

Chen Motong went to the ship's bar on her own, asked the professional bartender to make her a cup of coffee, and didn't bother to look at the scenery outside or to find a way to break through and enter the Nibelungen.

On the surface, one closes their eyes to rest, but in reality, their consciousness enters the collective subconscious sea.

Yes, there's no need for such a complicated process of cracking the Nibelungen. As long as someone is alive, they will have a subconscious mind. Subconscious minds will converge and flow into the bottommost collective subconscious sea. Chen Motong can easily enter and exit the Nibelungen through the collective subconscious sea.

Even the Nibelungen, an independent space, cannot separate the collective ocean of humanity's subconscious, unless it is some kind of isolated space sealed off by extraordinary abilities. But Odin is not a member of the Old Church and has no such extraordinary abilities.

The number of spiritual islands in this area is relatively small. When Chen Motong was still in Italy, there was an island every three steps and an archipelago every five steps.

Upon arriving at this coordinate, only two islands remain on the calm subconscious sea nearby. The islands closer to Chen Motong are sparsely scattered, and Chen Motong can even see the third mate who dreamed of his wife and daughter.

"Looks like they're over there." Chen Motong turned around, looking at her own reflection with black hair and red eyes: "Then I'll leave them to you."

This clone, bearing the same face as Chen Motong but with opposite hair and eye colors, is the identity Chen Motong impersonated during her time in Italy. Chen Motong herself can't recall why she wore a black wig and red contact lenses back then; perhaps it was for fun? Or just a whim?
That's just how she is sometimes; when she's in the mood, she'll do all sorts of things without thinking.

The black-haired, red-eyed clone was different from Chen Motong in personality, just like the quiet Chen Motong who once walked the streets of Italy.

The clone took the nine virtual personalities transferred from Chen Motong and, after a few steps, arrived at another archipelago. In this ocean of minds and the collective subconscious of humanity, distance was meaningless.

The islands of the soul are more numerous and densely packed in this archipelago. Upon randomly landing on any island, one can see the process of various dragon blood materials being analyzed by sophisticated instruments.

The clone glanced around at the various dragon blood materials in the dream and muttered to itself, "Not bad luck, the first island I randomly picked is a researcher's mental island."

"Moreover, we need to find a way to get our hands on these dragon blood materials. Even if they are useless to the main body, they can still be exchanged for contribution points to accumulate points for exchanging for the Ocean and Water King materials of Sequence 2."

While the clones were eyeing the dragon blood materials, the nine virtual personalities had already dispersed to peruse the island master's memories, and soon returned one by one.

"How about it?"

“It’s astonishing.” The virtual personalities found a lot of useful information: “The owner of this mind island has been a genius in the field of biology since childhood.”

Another virtual personality chimed in: "Pompeii, no, Odin took notice of him fifty years ago and invited him to join the Holy Palace Medical Society. After joining, Odin personally taught him many secrets of dragon alchemy, including the alchemy of the Seven Kingdoms."

Upon hearing this, the clone raised an eyebrow slightly, quite surprised: "Odin personally teaching humans? Instructing the dragons in the supreme art of alchemy?"

Odin has such a grand vision? Unlike the arrogant dragon kings of the past who considered themselves the masters of the world, Odin actually values ​​human geniuses so much.

The clone roughly imagines that if the fact that Odin taught humans alchemy of the Seven Kingdoms were to be revealed, Odin would probably be ridiculed by all dragons for daring to impart the Seven Kingdoms to humans, a race considered inferior by dragons, as if he were a mere king.

If we put ourselves in their shoes, imagine a top human being trying to teach a gorilla about nuclear fusion. If this were exposed, one can imagine how many people around the world would attack and ridicule this person.

“Not only this island lord.” The third virtual personality pointed to the surrounding islands: “All the geniuses who were personally invited by Odin to join the Holy Palace Medical Society have received this kind of education.”

"The so-called Holy Palace Medical Society is a biological research organization composed of geniuses from the seven kingdoms who were personally taught alchemy by Odin."

"Odin's initial purpose in personally establishing the Holy Palace Medical Society was to create offspring for him by combining the creativity and intellect of geniuses with dragon alchemy and modern biotechnology."

Offspring? The seven kingdoms of dragons, the supreme alchemists of humanity, taught Odin only for the sake of having children? Was Odin infertile before?

That's a bit tragic.

The virtual personality noticed the strange expression on the clone's face and was afraid that the clone would misunderstand: "This is a limitation that the Black King Nidhogg imposed when he created the eight monarchs. The eight monarchs are inherently unable to reproduce."

"No wonder!" The clone suddenly realized, "No wonder the Dragon Kings only have twins on their thrones and no offspring. I thought they were all brother-obsessed and didn't want any children at all. It turns out there's another limit... Wait, Caesar?"

"Caesar is the ultimate achievement of Holy Palace medicine."

Nine identical virtual personalities nodded simultaneously, confirming the conclusion reached by the clone. The scene was quite terrifying, like something out of a horror or supernatural movie.

The clone was also somewhat shocked: "Impressive, Odin. He is the earliest and only dragon king who is willing to face human wisdom squarely. In order to achieve his goal, he is even willing to personally teach human biologists alchemy."

"If he hadn't been besieged and killed by the combined forces of the original body and church members, Odin would have become the second Black King sooner or later."

None of the nine virtual personalities refuted this, stating that among all the dragon kings, Odin was indeed the most sinister and the strongest.

According to the information they currently possess, neither Senior Tang nor Dragon King Xia Mi can compare to Odin in this regard.

The only difference might be luck.

Odin, driven by his ambition, diligently planned and orchestrated for millennia to control the dark side of the world, even going so far as to teach human geniuses. Old Tang and Xia Mi were merely lucky enough to join the Church of the Old Ones, and their fates were drastically reversed.

It's truly heartbreaking.

"Not only that." The virtual personality slightly behind brought back even more astonishing information: "I have discovered the secret of Caesar's birth. The Holy Palace Medical Society created a wife for Odin, a queen of Norse mythology, Frigg."

"It was this homunculus, Frigg, who took the alias Gulweg, who gave birth to Caesar for Odin."

The other virtual personalities and clones fell silent. They all possessed all the memories of the original body and naturally knew that the original body, Chen Motong, had a code name when she was a child—Frigga No. 3.

(End of this chapter)