Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

After arriving at the underground studio and working for a while, he always felt something was wrong. He looked up and around, but saw nothing.

Suddenly, a strong and powerful hand grabbed his throat and pressed him against the wall, but there was no one in his sight.

"Damn it! Are you planning the next product now? You are such a bastard!" A cold male voice sounded.

Then, one figure after another gradually became clearer in his vision.

Someone was muttering in the corner of the team. When the voice stopped, 10 people suddenly appeared in front of him.

These men were tall and muscular, and the one who was grabbing his throat was a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Killing you now would be a great bargain for you."

The blond man said with disgust:

"But the Emperor of Heaven has given us another mission. We have to rescue the children you abducted."

"Cough cough cough..."

He wanted to explain but couldn't open his mouth. Looking at the pure murderous intent in the other person's eyes, the human trafficker knew that he could not survive.

With a sudden thought, he secretly pressed the switch in his sleeve.

In an instant, a swish sound was heard, and four machine guns were instantly extended from the entire basement. The revolvers spun rapidly, and countless bullets poured out.

He is indeed an excellent arms dealer, and even the basement of his own home is full of arms.

Just then, a man in the team stood up, and another man followed closely behind him.

The two men chanted the mysterious dragon script at the same time, and a golden light burst out from the man standing in front, forming a golden light shield.

But at first the golden light shield was too small to accommodate all ten people. The man behind hurriedly transmitted some kind of power to it, and the golden light shield expanded again, finally covering all ten people.

"Bang bang bang...!"

Countless alloy bullets landed on the golden shield but failed to break through the defense and fell to the ground one after another.

Two minutes passed.

The machine gun stopped rotating and no one was injured, including the human trafficker.

However, both of them who cast the golden light shield were panting heavily, and it was obvious that they had consumed a lot of energy.

"What an ugly gesture."

The blond man looked at the trafficker with disgust:

"I grant you a painless death. Once you reach hell, confess your sins to the Emperor of Heaven."

After saying that, the blond man continued to increase the strength in his hands until he completely crushed the trafficker's head.

"Oh!"

The red and white juice splashed all over the wall.

The blond man shook his right hand in disgust.

Such terrifying strength to crush a head with bare hands is definitely not something that an ordinary person or even an ordinary half-blood can possess, but for the blond-haired and blue-eyed man, it is as easy as slapping an ant to death.

Then he said to another member of the team, "Get ready to move."

The man nodded and began to recite the dragon script.

He chanted for a full 10 minutes, his head covered in cold sweat, but finally a teleportation array was successfully deployed under their feet.

In just a moment, they completely disappeared from here, leaving only the headless corpse in the basement.

The scene changed and they appeared inside a castle.

Everyone took off their combat uniforms in an orderly manner, washed off the dirt on their bodies, and then went to meet their leader - Emperor Ye Fan.

"How are these Word Spirits? Although the experiments over the past two days have shown that you have completely adapted to them, you should still be a little nervous about using them to kill people and engage in real-world missions."

Ye Fan was still sitting at the highest seat at the long table, but at this moment he looked like a leader who was considerate of his subordinates.

Chapter 205 Goodbye Carl

The blond and blue-eyed Rogerson stepped forward and said to Ye Fan with a smile:

"Sir, have you forgotten that we were mercenaries before? Feeling nervous during a mission is not something we should be expected to do."

His tone was joking. It was hard to imagine that the relationship between subordinates and leaders could be so harmonious.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, then laughed and said, "That's indeed my inconsiderateness, Rogerson."

"I underestimated you. You are a group of excellent warriors. Excellent warriors deserve their rewards. Take a good rest for a while, and you can go carry out other missions."

"Once you have completely reached the level of a C-class hybrid and accumulated enough merit, I will perform the ritual to transform you into a B-class hybrid."

Everyone resigned.

Ye Fan continued to sit in the main seat, picked up a pen, and wrote his own dragon characters on the paper.

The experiment of adding dragon characters to the alchemical heart was successful.

Carving the talisman's patterns into permanent patterns and imprinting them on the alchemical heart is like using alchemical tools, allowing the user to use mental power to cast exclusive words.

At present, any talisman that Ye Fan can make can be transformed into another form of permanent rune and imprinted on the alchemical heart, forming a power similar to the power of words, and can be fully customized.

Crafting an alchemical heart that fully meets combat requirements based on individual needs will undoubtedly make the team's composition more perfect and enable them to perform at a more extraordinary level during the mission.

Rogerson was equipped with a powerful talisman, while the others were equipped with an invisibility talisman, a golden light talisman, an amplification talisman, a small teleportation talisman, and so on.

Ye Fan showed a satisfied smile. This was indeed a great alchemical creation, and it was worth his hard work for a month.

In this way, all artificial hybrids created subsequently are not inferior to normal hybrids in all aspects, and may even be better.

"Chu Zihang doesn't need any transformation. Just let him drip some of Xia Mi's heart blood, and that killer embryo should be able to burst blood infinitely. That guy's original bloodline is A-level, and after bursting blood infinitely, he should be able to touch the threshold of the emperor level. After all, I still have the dragon blood crystal to support him."

"As for Caesar, if necessary, I'll have to craft him an S-grade or higher alchemical heart. I don't know if Odin and Pompey would be willing to give Caesar some of his blood. If not, Caesar probably won't be able to break through to the Emperor level in his lifetime, unless I can craft a sub-generation alchemical heart. That shouldn't be difficult; I just need to capture a sub-generation species."

Plan for the two of them...

As for Selina, Ye Fan was not worried at all. Her Beowulf bloodline itself had extremely strong resistance to dragon blood. After being guided by me, the first generation, she had the potential to reach the emperor level in the future.

Moreover, the opponent's body was born for fighting and should not be transformed by alchemy, destroying that natural perfection.

As for Lu Mingfei...

Ye Fan didn't even think about it. That was the king, so why should he worry about it? Anyway, the kid was already able to guide the potential of his bloodline, and if he was possessed again, he should be able to become an S-level for sure.

Next, Ye Fan began to write and draw, supplementing a series of matters such as the planning of the Heavenly Court and the subsequent personnel expansion.

However, his alchemical materials were already somewhat stretched. If he wanted to create an S-grade or above alchemical heart, he would need to spend a lot of materials on research. He had to trade immediately and would have to go find Angers in two days.

But he had other things to do these two days.

Ye Fan opened the entrance to Nibelungen.

The crimson door opened, and Ye Fan walked into the sea of ​​blood and corpses formed by the bones and blood of one-third of the ancient dragon clan.

At the center of the Nibelungen lies a head.

The head had long, flowing purple hair, but its pupils were a majestic red-gold color. However, at this moment, the eyes were lifeless and could not focus at all, as if they had lost their souls.

Seeing Ye Fan coming, his originally lifeless eyes suddenly widened, and he began to roar and wail:

"Please kill me, please, I shouldn't have opposed you before, I shouldn't have surrounded you with so many Deadpool troops. But I have lost my body, lost all possibilities, please kill me, let me sleep in peace..."

"You look really ugly like this, Carl."

Ye Fan shook his head, his face full of contempt:

"I still like the way you wanted to be the king of this world."

Carl shook his head even more violently. After witnessing Ye Fan's various methods and watching him grow stronger, he had long since given up the fantasy of becoming king.

"Since you want me to kill you, then tell me the method to completely digest the dragon blood."

Ye Fan put one hand on Carl's head and began to search his soul again.

However, this time, nothing was found.

Carl's eyes were trembling, and all the muscles of this bodyless head were shaking. Every soul search was like torture for him.

He began to regret why he used the remaining eternal power to protect the secret forever and hid the secret in the deepest part of his mind.

He really wanted to tell Ye Fan the secret...

"It seems you still don't want to say it."

Ye Fan sighed helplessly, and then began to gather ripples with his hands.

Ripples are energy that originates from life and can also cause extreme pain to life.

A tiny golden arc of electricity touched Carl's head, and Carl instantly let out a painful howl.

The sound was heart-wrenching, far more miserable than when the soul was searched.

A full hour later, the head was covered in blood and was badly damaged.

Ye Fan then summoned the dragon blood below to repair the head. Carl came back to life.

He couldn't remember how many times he had survived this. Ever since entering this space, Ye Fan had tortured him every day, and he had already collapsed...

Looking at Carl's appearance, Ye Fan felt it was quite normal.

After each torture, Carl would look like this, at most a little more desperate than before.

Ye Fan could only tell himself again and again that if he could grind an iron rod into a needle, he would eventually find a way to completely integrate the human bloodline with the dragon bloodline.

Carl will speak one day, and now he has no shortage of time, as the entire space is imbued with the characteristics of time.

Although only 50 days had passed since Carl entered the Nibelungen area, in fact, Carl had already experienced 50 years of torture.

There are still more than 6 years before the final battle, which is enough time for Ye Fan to pry open Carl's mouth.

And this time, he seemed to really be trying to pry open Carl's mouth...

In the Nibelungen region filled with blood and mystery, the confrontation between Ye Fan and Karl continues.

He was in a good mood today and decided to torture the other person for two more hours.

As time passed, Carl's wails echoed in the Nibelungen, as if to dye every inch of this space with despair.

Ye Fan looked at Karl quietly, his eyes expressionless and without joy.