Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Caesar stood in front of the only airlock door of the super-heavy transport train carriage, and the blizzard with ice particles whipped his windbreaker.

He leaned against the rotten beech stump and heard Christina's breathing in the earphone, the sound as light as a snowflake about to break.

"Your body temperature is dropping rapidly." The golden-haired young man behind him was standing in the blizzard with Caesar, but his body was emitting a burning air current, which was like the warmth emitted by a natural hot spring in the extremely cold winter, slightly dispelling some of the coldness on Caesar's body.

Caesar pressed the communicator, "When will the family's support arrive?"

"It will take at least twelve hours. Fortunately, we found a supply point." The young man whispered.

When City 023 was destroyed by the boiling underground river, the expedition team sent by the Gattuso family to Siberia was also destroyed.

But when they had traveled about 200 kilometers, the military line ahead had been completely obliterated. Black sleepers were piercing the sky in all directions. When they shoveled away the snow with tools, they could see rusty or completely corrupted metal parts scattered in a curve hundreds of meters ahead.

It seems that there was a serious collapse or mudslide accident here a few years or more than ten years ago.

"Are you outside, Caesar..." Christina's voice was accompanied by the noise of the radio waves, and was also filled with some panic and grievance.

Her cocooning was not as quick as that of a real dragon. Instead, it was an extremely slow and painful process. The white nutrient delivery ducts pierced the skin like spider silk and grew out of the flesh and blood. It was a heart-wrenching pain.

At this moment, Christina was curled up in the nutrition cabin of the second carriage, and the silk threads covered her like the softest silk quilt.

The muscle spasms caused by ALS have caused the girl's fingers to curl up like dead branches.

Looking at her, Caesar would be reminded of his own mother. When Gullveig died, she could neither hear nor see anything. She curled up in a small ball on the huge bed like a baby.

No one in the Gattuso family would come to visit her, and Caesar could only hold his mother's hand to let her know that she had not been abandoned by the world.

"I'm here. Do you want me to come in?" Caesar asked softly.

"It's good to hear your voice, it's good to hear your voice..."

"I've always been here." Caesar's sickle-weasel caught the roar of metal breaking coming from underground in the distance. He knew that the city they had just escaped from had been destroyed, and along with the ambitions and greed of those Russians, it was buried forever in the permafrost of Siberia.

He slowly lowered his head, his golden eyes burning like torches in the darkness.

——In the nutrition cabin, Christina’s spine had twisted into a strange arc, as if she was transforming into an enchanting beauty snake.

The ALS inherited from her mother Bella worsened rapidly due to the contamination of dragon blood. When the dragon bloodline was only a recessive trait in Christina's body, the powerful genes would help her stabilize her body. However, when the bloodline was activated, this powerful bloodline would make her step on the accelerator on the highway to hell.

The white silk thread was as hard as steel and far more resilient than spider silk, and lighter than mist. When the girl twisted her body like a snake, dark blue blood vessels appeared under her skin, like a gradually tightening net.

This net trapped the white snake that was undergoing a tribulation in the clouds.

The vibration of gears turning came from the walls of the carriage, followed by the sound of hard boots hitting the metal floor.

The footsteps were getting closer, but Christina couldn't open her eyes.

The hot dragon blood was being pumped by her heart to every part of her body. The burst of power from within almost burned her retinas to ashes.

Caesar saw leeches placed in glass jars and soaked in formalin solution on the operating table next to the nutrition cabin. The leeches were still plump, but already dead.

After completing the blood exchange with Christina, the mission of this lowly creature as a syringe was completed. The serum maintained its life for a long time, but once all the serum was forced out of the body, the activity of the leech was stripped from its soft body like a withered leaf.

This is why the fierce ghosts are unable to produce large quantities of evolutionary medicines and store them during the incubation period, and why they cannot immediately use these evolutionary medicines to create thousands of evil ghosts once a conflict breaks out with the Eight Snake Clans.

Dragon blood serum, even if it is a low-quality product with huge side effects, cannot be stored in containers forged from any existing known materials. It can only be stored in the body of a living organism.

No matter which powerful king in the dark society stands behind Alexander Bunin, at least he knows dragons much better than Herzog.

"Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side, Christina, and no one in this world can hurt you." Caesar put his face close to the quartz glass cabin wall, and his voice was as gentle as if he was coaxing a child to fall asleep quickly.

The interior of the nutrition cabin was filled with Christina's white silk threads, which were originally like dense green smoke in the mountains, gently twisting in the breeze. But at this moment, they suddenly all turned into sharp needles, and the ends of them were like metal tentacles. After a short period of suspension in the air, they fiercely stabbed the quartz glass in the area where Caesar's cheek was close.

The inner wall of the glass had dense spider-web-like cracks as if it had been hit by a bullet.

Caesar raised his head and gazed at Christina's pale, sickly beautiful face under the quartz glass. The messy silk threads suddenly turned into a grim military formation, and the girl wrapped inside was revealed.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her snake-like body suddenly tensed up, and then completely relaxed.

Christina opened her empty eyes and looked at Caesar outside the glass. Her golden pupils split into reptilian vertical lines, and a faint inhuman roar came from her throat.

The inner walls of the carriage were actually engraved with alchemical matrices. Now these matrices were activated and resonated. Countless bronze pipes as thin as silk threads protruded from the walls, wrapping the nutrient capsule into a huge cocoon.

This train was originally prepared by Bunin for himself. Perhaps in his imagination, when he had to escape from City 023, his body should have been injected with the most perfect dragon serum.

But he met Lu Mingfei, and after going through so many things, that guy had already understood one thing: only ambitious people who are still alive are qualified to put their ambitions into action.

Bunin did not hide his greedy intentions at all, so Lu Mingfei decided to eliminate this hidden danger immediately.

In the end, all the arrangements were cheap for Christina.

But Caesar had a gloomy face, and his alchemy course credits were unbearable to look at. However, after years of exposure, he could tell that the alchemical matrices in operation in this carriage, whether in terms of the polishing techniques or the order in which the matrices were drawn, were similar to the alchemical matrices secretly arranged in the family's core industries.

After the bronze pipe wrapped the nutritious meal, it suddenly tightened, and the quartz glass shattered, but the glass shards did not fall into the cabin, but only floated under the bronze.

Then scarlet steam seeped out from the cracks in the pipes, quickly filling the entire space where Christina was, and the originally restless white threads suddenly calmed down. They were quickly dyed blood-like, greedily absorbing the life energy needed for cocooning from the air, and Christina's pale face gradually turned rosy.

The white silk swayed and turned into a cocoon that wrapped the girl from head to toe, and the red steam was still slowly being delivered.

This kind of mutation was recorded in the Gattuso family's research log. Only hybrids that resonate with Dragon King-level or Prince-level bloodlines will trigger the cocooning phenomenon.

Caesar reached out and touched the steam, then put his finger to his nose and sniffed.

The smell of rust.

Or the taste of blood.

The alchemical matrix arranged on the inner wall of the carriage is actually supplying blood extracted from the body of Deadpool's fetus to Christina.

Alexander Bunin holds more than 80% of Siberia's secrets and wealth. The Soviet government conducted unimaginable bloody experiments during the Cold War. It is not difficult to guess that even if he did not engage in brutal human trafficking like Herzog, that guy would be able to find failed hybrid cloned embryos through the experimental bases left over by the Soviets, cultivate them, and then kill them before they are born, and extract enough steam to support him to complete the cocooning process.

After confirming that Christina had begun the cocooning process, Caesar pushed open the door to another carriage.

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He sat down behind a long oak table and took out the Gattuso family crest from his pocket.

This thing is actually a small communicator that allows the young master of the Gattuso family to contact the headquarters in Italy from anywhere on the earth.

When the holographic image of Pompey Gattuso appeared on the smooth surface of the long table, Caesar was holding the short hunting knife Dick Tudo against his chest.

The sharp tip of the knife had pierced through the coat and lining and embedded into Caesar's muscles. Blood dripped down the blade, but he just looked up expressionlessly at the man in the diffraction grating who looked more than ten years older than before.

Pompey always looked like a playboy. Even in the most serious occasions, when the elders gathered in Valhalla to discuss how to fight against the resurrected King of the Earth and Mountains, he always appeared in the projection with a scantily clad female companion.

But at this moment, the man in a suit and tie was leaning on a high-back chair, his chin supported by his hand, his pupils indifferent, looking down at Caesar coldly.

"What do you want to do?" Pompey asked.

"I agree. I agree to your plan and arrangement, but the prerequisite is that you exchange my life for Christina's life." Caesar stared at his father's eyes unwillingly. He has always been this kind of person. He will never surrender, never give in, and will either live or die standing.

Pompey chuckled, "My dear son, you should understand that the family does not need corpses." He said.

"I will not commit suicide. As long as you agree, the family will get the complete Caesar Gattuso." Caesar emphasized the word Gattuso.

Pompey hesitated for a moment.

The holographic projection unfolds an agreement.

The family will keep Christina's cocoon and provide the alchemical matrix energy to maintain the stability of her consciousness.

No cost.

Because the price is in the hearts of the Father and the Son.

"I know that you and Chu Zihang will not fight Lu Mingfei as the school board hopes." Pompey's eyes swept across the door of one side of the carriage, "But Christina has not accepted the complete Nibelungen Plan. To save her, you still have no choice but to cooperate with the family."

Caesar signed the agreement with his finger: "Then tell those old guys that if they dare to touch Christina, I will let everyone be buried with them.

His golden eyes had faded into cloudy amber at some point, his dragon blood had cooled, and the severe cold of Siberia suddenly invaded his body.

He looked in the direction of Christina, and seemed to see the figure of a girl covered in metal floating in the crimson liquid. Her hair turned white, entangled with the bronze pipes, like a Valkyrie in mythology who coexisted with the world tree.

"Of course I believe in you, my dear son. Christina will become the new mistress of the Gattuso family, and you will replace me and become the new emperor of this world..." Pompey's voice was like a devil that turned into a giant snake in the Garden of Eden, full of temptation.

"You have already tasted the beauty of power, why do you want to resist it? Accept it, embrace it, who would dare to have any evil thoughts about the emperor's bride?"

Caesar uttered a low laugh.

Pompey was stunned for a moment.

"It seems that you still don't understand the truth of this world..."

"Dad, tell me, if you are a dragon, then what am I?" Caesar looked up with a bright smile on his face.

Pompey frowned, "I never deny our human identity..."

"Sometimes I worry that a tail will grow out of my butt. If this really happens, I will cut it off with Dick Tudo." Caesar pointed the muzzle of the Desert Eagle at the chest of the blue light intertwined with the shadow. He spat fiercely and drank the vodka on the table. He was so calm but his eyes were so fierce, like a mad dog.

"I don't care about your grand dreams, nor do I care about the ambitions of my family. I only care about my justice. I am among humans, even if I have to fight with swords. If one day you send me to the throne, I will just burn myself and the chair to ashes!"

Pompey looked at him quietly, and the two of them just stared at each other, neither refusing to admit defeat.

After a moment, Pompey suddenly laughed.

"Let's wait and see," he said.

Lights and shadows flickered, and the carriage fell silent again.

Caesar held the small box on the table, his eyes deep.

That thing was given to him by Chu Zihang before he left. It was a safety pin to prevent Christina from losing her human will after waking up. (End of this chapter)