Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

In this way, the first generation of Saint Maria of the Far North left three descendants in this world, namely Regineve who is now sailing on the North Sea with Nono, Christina who is accompanied by Caesar and is undergoing cocooning under the protection of the Gattuso family to repair her genetic disease, and Kristina who was adopted by the boar Neo but eventually joined the academy.

Regis is a clone of Ms. Maria, Christina has a genetic disease inherited from Star Maria, and the only truly perfect offspring is Kristina.

Lu Mingfei has always felt that the bones of a king are buried deep in the kingdom of God, and that simply worshipping devoutly outside that door will allow people to evolve towards becoming dragons.

No wonder he had the feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the beginning of everything and the end of everything. In fact, looking back at the past, the era of the revival of the dragons officially began in 1945, right?

Or 1900?

The blood of Star Maria is still running across the earth like her soul, and along the way there are always ambitious people who want to soak in it.

"We don't know what Qilan saw in the prophecy, but he must have his own reasons for asking you to come here," said Lu Mingfei.

Krista nodded. "We used a secret supply station built by the United States in Siberia during the Cold War. It took us nearly half a month to get here before you." She said, "It took a lot of effort, but it's worth it if it can help you."

In fact, Russia's presence in Siberia has always been very weak, sometimes even far less than that of its southern neighbors. During the Cold War, this land was infiltrated like a sieve by Americans, Canadians and North Koreans.

Lu Mingfei didn't say much.

He didn't dare get too close to Chrissie. The closer he got, the harder it was to suppress the strange throbbing feeling. He was afraid that the girl was the same.

Lu Mingfei now understood where the unbearable feelings he had for his EVA senior in Hefei came from.

Fortunately, they are all people with strong wills, otherwise Finkel might have chased them from Cuba to Siberia with the Hellfire Demon Sword to chop off the heads of this adulterous couple.

"We are following a predetermined route to an unnamed port further north. It used to be called Black Swan Port." Lu Mingfei stood up from the coffee table and sat in front of the operating table. "This is not an easy journey."

"If it's you, it doesn't matter if you go to the ends of the earth." Krisa made a blushing declaration in a calm tone.

"Hey, hey, hey, if it's you, it doesn't matter if you go to the ends of the earth~" The junior sister made a sarcastic face.

Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and found the fool-proof instruction manual of the hovercraft from the side.

This thing is not a light boat, but a light fully floating landing ship that has never appeared in front of the public, let alone been put into service.

Just by looking at the dashboard, you can tell that it is a product from the Soviet era. It is rough and sturdy. Under the transparent glass panel, you can see the thick electron tubes exposed, and the sparks of electric current in the electron tubes are flickering.

"Your sister Haijiao is not simple. It seems that her crown rank is almost the same as that of Yamata no Orochi." Xia Mi straightened her expression and sat down next to Lu Mingfei.

While reading the instruction manual, Lu Mingfei pulled the ignition valve hard. The engine roared, the components preheated, and this well-maintained old machine started to run.

"Which one?" Lu Mingfei asked.

There have been many Yamata-no-Orochi creatures, such as Izanagi, Susanoo, and even Lu Mingfei himself was temporarily wrapped in deformed muscle tissue and turned into Yamata-no-Orochi on a steam train because he actively parasitized the Holy Relic.

"Susanoo." Xia Mi said.

Susanoo has been wandering in the Well of Corpses for a long time. In essence, he is a backup plan for the White King. If Izanagi can climb out of the Abyss, he will devour Susanoo and perfect his own genes. If he fails, Susanoo will recycle the genes lost in the bodies of the descendants of the White King. After thousands of years of reproduction, those genes have been perfect enough to support the birth of a new White King from the snake body.

After a while, Lu Mingfei was able to skillfully operate the device and speed across the snow.

It's similar to driving a car, the only difference is that there are no tires so there is almost no friction and the turning radius is extremely large.

The hovercraft was running across the endless snowfield. The world was vast and lonely, and the blizzard seemed like it would never stop until it completely submerged this land that had not changed for thousands of years.

"What kind of thing is that big snake in your eyes, junior sister?" Lu Mingfei asked.

He didn't have to worry at all that the communication between him and Xia Mi would be heard by Chrisga. After such a long period of familiarity and application, he was able to communicate with his junior sister using his consciousness anytime and anywhere.

"Is it the black snake under the underground trestle of the No. 023 City Air Defense Project?"

"Um."

"It's just a corpse, similar to the corpse guards of the kingdom of God in Gaotian Garden. The difference is that the corpse guards are a group of alchemical zombies refined by alchemical matrices and special materials, while the black snake is a body with strong vitality left after the king's core was deprived." The illusory girl immersed in the hazy heat shrugged and yawned on Lu Mingfei's shoulder like a dozing female leopard. "A corpse has no crown, even if he was a noble god when he was alive."

"What about me?" Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

Xia Mi was stunned, and slowly raised her head from Lu Mingfei's shoulder. She curled up in the seat next to Lu Mingfei like a kitten, hugging her knees. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the warm wind, and her pupils seemed to be permeating with a golden sea of ​​stars.

"I don't know," she said.

"Even you, Junior Sister, can't tell what my title is?" Lu Mingfei said.

"Very familiar, very close. When I first saw you a long time ago, I felt that I should get closer to you." Xia Mi held her chin and tilted her head to look at him. "In the long life of Jörmungandr, the King of Earth and Mountains, every time he woke up from a thousand-year nightmare, he would meet people similar to you on the journey of the next thousand years... I think they are your previous lives. But humans don't have souls, and reincarnation is a legend even in the field of alchemy."

Lu Mingfei remained silent. He had always thought that Xia Xia Mi knew what he was, and even if she didn't know, he could still find some clues from her vast knowledge base. But now it seemed that his junior sister knew nothing.

Could it be that all the clues and evidence have been deposited in the hands of the White King? It seems that every being who has lived from ancient times to the present day feels a certain kind of unforgettable familiarity with Lu Mingfei, and only the White King can say such words as "It's been a long time since we last met" as if they were meeting again.

"Actually, senior brother, there's no need for you to worry about what you are. When the Black King awakens from the abyss, both gods and devils will be within his scope of reckoning." Xia Mi stared in a daze at the snowy scene outside the huge front windshield of the hovercraft.

"You have to know what to write on the tombstone, right?"

"It's the end of the world, Ragnarok. Everyone is dead. Who will collect your bodies? How can you erect a tombstone without a corpse? A cenotaph? Besides, even if you want to erect a cenotaph, there has to be someone alive who can remember you, right? If that guy was Fingel, he would never write something like 'There is a pure human being buried under here who sacrificed himself for our lofty ideals'. He would just leave a QR code on it, and everyone would scan it with their mobile phone to pop up your ugly photos and the Cuban cigar advertisement he endorsed after the end of the world!" Xia Mi rolled her eyes and couldn't help but scold Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

Although I don't want to admit it, this is something that Finkel would do.

In just twenty or thirty kilometers, after Lu Mingfei opened the domain of the Word Spirit Kamaitachi and combined with the compass on the car, they quickly found the train terminal they had left not long ago. The entire journey took no more than an hour.

After the hovercraft slowed down, a layer of icy hail immediately covered the bulletproof glass. Chrisja stood up and looked into the distance. The train was lying at the end of the snowfield, like a decapitated steel centipede.

The riveted steel plates of the eight carriages glowed with the luster of rust. The snow on the emblem on one side of the train was shaken off to reveal the double-headed eagle emblem from the Tsarist era, with a red star from the Soviet era welded in place of the eagle's claws.

Lu Mingfei did not have time to take a closer look when he boarded the train. Now he suddenly felt that this thing was truly a product of some strange era, like an emperor standing shoulder to shoulder with a great man.

"I can still receive signals from the outside world in the supply stations left by the Americans. The academy said that Chu Zihang and Susie have both rebelled." Krista said softly. She put the loaded revolver close to her body and began to put on layer after layer of cold-proof clothing.

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The temperature in the cabin began to drop. It was obvious that the girl was deliberately controlling the temperature around her so as not to exceed a certain critical value in order not to arouse suspicion from others.

"They should be with you, right?"

Lu Mingfei nodded. "The college is still trustworthy, but the board of directors has changed," he said.

"A 1938 steam locomotive... You guys can actually get this old thing." Chrisa's breath melted the ice on the observation window, her nose almost touching the glass.

The pressure reducing valve in the boiler room of the approaching train was still spewing white mist with a sulphurous smell. It was indeed very old, but it looked brand new, as if it had traveled through seventy years to this day.

The hovercraft slowly slowed down, scraping against the frozen tundra as it decelerated, its anti-skid wheels creating a wall of snow as high as a person.

When the ship came to a complete stop, the steam locomotive suddenly blew its whistle.

The high-pitched sound of the pipes crushed the hissing. Lu Mingfei also pressed the warning button on the hovercraft. The roar of the two machines shattered the howling of the blizzard.

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Lu Mingfei looked at the deep purple sky pressing down outside the porthole. The shadow of the ruined watchtower in the distance was being stretched into twisted joints by the skylight.

The journey was not difficult. They could reach the next supply station every hundred kilometers or so, either the gas station built by Su Enxi in Siberia or the bunker built by Bunin's boss along the way. In short, they had no shortage of diesel or food.

Ling curled up in Lu Mingfei's coat, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose as he leaned against the hot air radiating from the man next to him.

With Lu Mingfei's bloodline, he can maintain a very high body temperature even in this climate. Being close to him is like being close to a human stove.

The appearance of Chrisga did not cause much trouble to the group, except for Bunin, who was not particularly familiar with the system of words and spirits in the world of mixed-bloods, so he was quite shocked to learn that there was a kind of holy word ability that could actually predict the direction of events.

The princess suddenly reached out and pressed on the porthole, her fingertips drawing five winding streams of steam on the bulletproof glass.

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction she pointed and saw a half-tank barrel stuck abruptly and diagonally on the snowy field. Ice crystals formed on the rusty and mottled surface of the armor, making it look like a giant steel beast nailed to a cross.

They had arrived at an unknown military restricted area marked on the map. Along the way, the hovercraft had crossed at least five heavily guarded checkpoints relying on the pass given to Lu Mingfei and Ling by General Vatutin.

"In 1986," Old Bunin suddenly spoke, the smell of vodka gushing out of his mouth, quickly filling the warm air around the old man. "The super soldiers who escaped from City 023 built the first line of defense nearby, which was also the only line of defense. Later, the government used flamethrowers to melt the three-meter-thick ice layer and poured these abandoned children of the era into the permafrost."

Bunin frowned, his knuckles scraping across the smooth coating of the paper map, the red alert zone cracking spiderweb-like patterns on the map.

The hovercraft suddenly jolted violently, and a crisp sound of ice breaking came from the bottom of the ship.

Lu Mingfei's coat slipped off, revealing little Renata leaning on his shoulder.

Everyone looked at the blood in the distance at the same time. There was a group of buildings there. At the gap in the barbed wire fence, the tank slowly turned its muzzle towards the hovercraft like an ancient giant turtle.

Moscow is obviously not indifferent to what is happening in Siberia as General Vatutin said. On the contrary, the Kremlin may be the only regime in the world that still hopes to continue the glory of the Red Empire.

Every military restricted area that Lu Mingfei and his team encountered represented a research institute that was vital to Russia.

Fortunately, those in power are not interested in genetic research, and most of these research projects are scientific research items on weapons and equipment from decades ago.

Bunin turned off all the lights, and the fluorescent light from the dashboard made his wrinkled face look bluish-gray.

The hovercraft slid silently across the last cordon. When the snow dust rose at the stern, Lu Mingfei saw the guards standing on both sides like Beiyang, silently watching them go away.

"The outpost ahead must have passed the information to them. We have General Vatutin's pass, so they are too lazy to stop the hovercraft." Zero said.

Judging from the map, this is the last military base before arriving at the coordinates of Black Swan Port.

They are very close to their goal. (End of this chapter)