Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 584 570. Beowulf's Might

"What's going on?" Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other. They were not unfamiliar with the Arctic. At the beginning of last year, Lu Mingfei invited them to go to Oslo to try to board a nuclear-powered icebreaker named Yamal. The owner of the ship was later confirmed to be the current hybrid organization, the Far North, and its predecessor was a subsidiary of the Secret Party, the Twilight Dogma.

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment, trying to feel the four elements floating in the air, and then he recited an ancient musical note.

The spirit of words. The blue thunder purgatory.

The high-voltage electric current extended in all directions like a group of thin snakes blooming from his chest, but the one-inch space where Caesar and Chu Zihang stood seemed to be a restricted area of ​​the electric current and was bypassed.

The silver net woven by electric current covered the entire opera house one after another, as if a 3D scanner was scanning the building.

Everything was magnificent and peaceful. The shadow of the girl was graceful and curling in Lu Mingfei's pupils.

After a moment the field dissipated.

This was a final cleanup to ensure their conversation could not be eavesdropped on by anyone.

Then Lu Mingfei talked about Maria, the Holy Star of the Far North, and also about the attack that the nuclear-powered icebreaker Imer, which Nono and Constantine were on at the time, encountered near Greenland.

"You mean that due to some unspeakable reason, the timeline we are experiencing has branched, giving birth to two other parallel worlds with different directions." Chu Zihang quickly adjusted his state, and the three of them sat down in the corner of the opera house, everyone's face was serious.

"The other Yamal that Chen Motong encountered and Professor Schneider and Pasi Gattuso on that ship were all visitors from another world line. They got lost in the turbulence of parallel time and space and somehow broke into our world," he said.

"There is another example. Two years ago, my sister and I found the remains of another Ye Sheng in the Bronze City of Kuimen in the Three Gorges. Later, by comparing the genes of the two bodies, we found that they were actually the same person." Lu Mingfei nodded, "It can be confirmed that the reason why Ye Sheng, who was still on the Moniach at the time, chose to attack Nono was because he was controlled by the Dragon King... I guess that Dragon King was Odin."

He did not avoid Caesar when he said this.

Caesar just frowned and shook his head, "In Pompeii's style...if the world line theory really exists and is in his favor, he will definitely kill people and burn them to destroy the bodies to avoid any possibility of leaks." The chairman's credits are indeed at the bottom, but he is good at human nature.

Pompey's character is not complicated, at least in Caesar's eyes.

This is indeed an inexplicable point. If the existence of multiple world lines is beneficial to Odin, then he could have killed Ye Sheng or even completely destroyed his body to cover up his tracks. However, he did not do so. He just manipulated Ye Sheng's mind and made him choose to sneak attack Nono.

"And Percy is also very strange... If in our world line he was already controlled by Pompey with the alchemical mask, and even his birth might have been a conspiracy, then why didn't Percy in the other world line have the same ending?" Caesar frowned, "It seems that the other Yamal still belongs to the academy and was just sent out to perform an unexpected mission. Professor Schneider and Percy are both crew members of this ship."

"Junior brother, when do you think they came from?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. “I don’t know,” he said.

In fact, Lu Mingfei didn’t know much about what happened around Nuo Nuo. All his information came from the Little Devil and Zero.

Chu Zihang nodded and stopped talking.

"After we find the serum to cure Christina, Bunin will help me pass through some important military restricted areas. I will go back to Moscow after completing the investigation around Verkhoyansk." Lu Mingfei explained his plan to his two brothers. "If nothing unexpected happens, Sister Susie and Christina will leave the operation from then on, and then Eri, Ling, and Su Xiaoqiang and I will go to Oslo together."

Oslo was a must, or perhaps some other city with a large port where he could board a ship large enough to conquer the Arctic Ocean.

Nuonuo is already pregnant, and Lu Mingfei is worried about letting her investigate the Far North alone.

There was a voice that kept whispering in his ear, "Stay away from there, stay away from there, the icy sea in the north was the end of everything."

"Su Xiaoqiang's priority in the college's wanted list should not be high." Chu Zihang said.

"The academy today is no longer the same as it was in the past." Lu Mingfei did not tell Chu Zihang that Norton possessed Su Xiaoqiang. He only said that the little goddess had also inadvertently awakened the dragon bloodline in her body. However, given that she had too much contact with him, the academy had put Su Xiaoqiang on the wanted list.

"The school board will be furious if the assault fails this time, and Pompey will not let it go." Chu Zihang said, "They are already very dissatisfied with Caesar and me, and they may replace the captain of the assault team."

"Could the academy find someone to replace you?" Lu Mingfei smiled disdainfully. "They have been wanting to replace Anjou since 1946. At that time, the Pacific War came to an end, and all the leaders of the entire secret party were eyeing Tokyo and wanted to pounce on it to get a piece of the pie. However, the principal left a lot of autonomy to the Sheqi Eight Clan."

Lu Mingfei was not joking.

The original purpose of the Nibelung Project was to create a hybrid monarch that was superior to the super hybrids. Even though the final experimental results had shown everyone that the hybrid monarch was just a hypothesis, Caesar and Chu Zihang's bloodlines were still elevated to an unprecedented level.

Among the younger generation and even among the many generations that exist today, these two people are the best among the rest.

Perhaps only dragon-blooded people like Beowulf who swallowed dragon blood since birth and true emperors like Uesugi Yue can firmly suppress them.

If the academy plans to replace either Chu Zihang or Caesar, who should they put in place?

Lancelot?

"They don't need to find someone to replace us, they just need someone to keep an eye on us," said Caesar.

Lu Mingfei remained silent.

"We actually come here with determination," Caesar said.

"What resolution?"

"I don't know what you are doing, and neither does Chu Zihang, but you are the most special one, having ended the Dragon King... I don't think you will do anything meaningless, so we are still on your side." Caesar patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, a smile blooming in his icy blue eyes, "You were very weak after the Battle of Tokyo Bay, so Chu Zihang and I are here to support you... But we saw your ability in the battle just now, and maybe you won't need us at all in the future."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and he felt some waves rising in his heart.

When they were in Tokyo, the school board sent immortals to snipe him and Eri, and Caesar came to support him in the same way, driving a powerful car with the most powerful rock music playing on the car stereo, and advancing to the third level of blood, just to cut a bloody path through the army of immortals to take them away.

"You've done a great job these years, far better than us." Chu Zihang put his hand on Lu Mingfei's other shoulder, "Junior brother, I'm proud of you."

“Can you please stop acting like my mom…” Lu Mingfei said weakly.

"I tell you all this just to tell you that the day has come when you will replace us on the battlefield. A man should not regret his decision and insist on doing what he believes is right." Chu Zihang spoke carefully and seriously, as if he was nitpicking on every word.

The whispers of the three people were drowned out by the huge sound waves. The ground shook violently, and the dome of the opera house, which was already riddled with holes, began to drop thousands of glass fragments and shattered ice crystals.

The buildings in City 023 that were still in operation and lit up by lights suddenly went out and then lit up again. Caesar's golden eyes suddenly brightened, and the hurricane-like area enveloped the three of them. Countless vampire sickle-weasels flew up and down, forming an indestructible barrier above their heads to bounce away the knife-sharp glass shards.

They didn't even have time to look at each other before they all ran to the window to look outside.

Under the lead-gray sky, a pale flame shot up into the sky. The light column still retained a huge aftereffect, and some kind of high-energy ripples were spreading outward in circles.

"It's neither a thermobaric bomb nor an aerial bomb. Did you use some kind of alchemical weapon?" Lu Mingfei asked loudly.

"The Equipment Department refused to provide assistance for this operation. We only have standard weapons purchased from the US government!" Caesar also shouted in response.

The noise just now was enough to cause an avalanche dozens of kilometers away. Their external auditory canals and eardrums were damaged to varying degrees, and they had to shout to make the other party hear clearly.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. The direction of the flames was exactly the direction of the platform where they had just stepped off the military train.

Those desperate criminals who were pardoned from the Black Sea Prison by Valodia, Sonya and Okinets were torn into pieces by the powerful alchemical bombs before they could even join the battlefield. Their bones were burned to ashes, and the phosphorous fire was swept by the hurricane and swirled into pale fire tornadoes dozens of meters high.

"Something happened! Did you know that there was an army hiding in that train before you took action?" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, and a pillar of fire that twisted like a giant dragon was reflected in his pupils.

"What? You brought an army with you!" Caesar roared.

“It’s okay…” Lu Mingfei held his forehead.

It is not difficult to see that Caesar knew nothing about this matter from asking such a question.

——The nearby snow shuttle retracted the gun-barrel-shaped device that protruded forward from under the hull, and Beowulf's face was reflected in the pale light column with the same paleness.

Gattuso family elder β ordered the use of the latest alchemical weapons developed, the blood of the Holy Infant, saltpeter from Mount Vesue, the purest powder made from the Philosopher's Stone and the most dangerous alchemical matrix in history. When the hypersonic shell hit the military train parked near the platform, the bulletproof carriage that claimed to be able to withstand direct fire from heavy machine guns was torn to pieces in an instant.

The originally stable elements evolved from tides into turbulence, swirling and producing huge amounts of light and fire.

In the light of the fire, the old man in a white robe like the Pope looked at Beowulf from afar. His eyes were buried deep in sunken eye sockets, and his wrinkled old face was as hard as marble.

Beowulf rolled up his sleeves, and on his wrists pale scales had grown through the skin.

The snow on the dome of the abandoned nuclear power plant a hundred meters away was like the curled up back of a giant beast. The blizzard was howling under the lead-gray sky, but it could not cover up the heartbeat of this man that had been silent for a hundred years and was finally surging.

A man gave a hoarse command on the communicator: "Remember your mission, Beowulf, my old friend. When you have no way to retreat, turn into a beast."

Beowulf growled softly.

He yanked the communication device out of his ear and threw it to the ground, sparks flying when he stepped on it.

"Let's go!" he said.

The shuttle's door pushed aside the wind and snow, and looking back, more than a dozen deep grooves plowed by the air currents could be seen.

All the shuttle ships stopped outside the city, and their lights dimmed, as if the electricity had completely gone out.

Twelve old men from both sides of the Volga River formed a fan-shaped formation in the snowstorm, with silver cross badges hanging on their bulletproof windbreakers. The badges flickered, as if sighing for the bygone era.

These old men heard the roar of gunfire in City 023 from afar, but they did not hide their arrival.

Bat-like black shadows leapt down from the top of the cooling tower behind the moat around the city, the World Tree emblems on their chests glowing coldly in the night.

"They are people from the academy, another team carrying out Operation Aurora." A Slav among the old men whispered.

The hoarse male voice came from his headset.

Then the old man met Beowulf's cold gaze.

"Run over him," he said, his voice full of confusion and shock, and then all the emotions disappeared, leaving only the hardness and coldness of steel.

Beowulf looked back at β who was staring in that direction like a stone statue in the shuttle.

He laughed coldly.

"Game of Thrones...Pompeii, do you know how to play it?" he said, and started to run wildly. His old, hunched body expanded rapidly during the sprint, and the muscle fibers under his withered skin squirmed like a group of snakes.

A moment later, Beowulf tore open his sheepskin cloak, revealing a chest covered with scars. Those scars formed ancient Norse runes, and each rune recorded the old man's past achievements and honors.

A high-pitched chanting burst out from the old dragon slayer's throat, shattering the blizzard in the sky.

The snow on the ground suddenly boiled, and countless silver-gray threads emerged from the frozen soil, interweaving into huge ice shadows in the air.

Word Spirit. Divine Body, serial number 109, extremely dangerous.

A silver shadow tens of meters tall slowly stood up from the snow on the ground. Thin golden threads grew from every pore of Beowulf's body, connecting to the shadow's limbs and bones.

He lowered his head and breathed heavily.

Then he raised his head and a blizzard was coming towards him.

A sharp light seeped out from the slits in the old man's eyes.

The huge shadow made the same move.

They are one.

In China, Shenqu has another name.

Follow the laws of heaven and earth.