Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He was only interested in the secrets hidden in Carl's mind, and he didn't care much about such low-level interests as torture.

At least as far as torturing Carl is concerned, after 50 years of torturing him, he is a little tired of it.

Chapter 206 Retreat

"What are you still holding on to, Carl?"

Ye Fan's voice rang out in this dead silent space, with a hint of fatigue, but more of unquestionable majesty.

"You and I both know that you no longer have any room for resistance. Instead of struggling in this endless pain, it would be better to tell me earlier so that you can be free."

"Come on, give it up, tell me the secret, and you will be free."

Ye Fan's voice was bewitching, and he had already cast the spell of words - the dream tapir.

Karl’s lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he was swallowed by fear and hesitation.

In his mind, that secret seemed to be his last straw. Even though this straw could not really save him, he did not dare to let go easily.

Ye Fan frowned slightly. He knew that it would not be easy to get an answer from Karl.

But he has plenty of time and patience.

He gathered the ripples again, and golden arcs of electricity danced in his hands, emitting a heart-pounding light.

"No! Please..."

Karl sensed Ye Fan's intention and pleaded in horror, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the howls of pain.

The electric arc touched his head again. This time, Ye Fan increased his strength, trying to break through the last line of defense in Carl's heart.

Under the torture of the electric arc, Carl's consciousness gradually became blurred. He seemed to have returned to the past and saw his former ambition and glory.

He was once a highly regarded figure in the family, and he wanted to establish his own rule in this world.

However, everything came to nothing after meeting Ye Fan.

"Speak out..."

Ye Fan's voice seemed to come from a distant place, like the whisper of a devil, constantly eroding Carl's will.

Just when Carl was about to collapse, he suddenly felt an unprecedented power surging in his body.

This power did not come from Ye Fan's torture, but from the sealed secret deep in his heart.

As if sensing its master's imminent surrender, the seal of the secret began to loosen, and a powerful torrent of information poured into Carl's mind.

"what!"

Carl let out a scream, his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Countless pieces of information about dragon blood fusion flashed through his mind. He wanted to grasp these pieces of information, but they were as elusive as phantoms.

Ye Fan keenly noticed Carl's changes. He stopped what he was doing and stared at Carl closely.

"Are you finally going to speak?" There was a hint of excitement in his voice.

Carl was breathing heavily, sweat and blood mixed together and slid down his broken face.

He looked at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including fear, despair, and a hint of relief...

“I…I said…” Carl’s voice was weak and trembling. He knew that he could no longer endure such torture. “But you have to promise me that you will kill me…”

"As long as you tell me the secret, I will fulfill your wish." Ye Fan's voice was calm, but it carried unquestionable power.

Carl's red-gold pupils contracted violently, as if to confirm the authenticity of Ye Fan's words.

His broken lips trembled, and his remaining consciousness was repeatedly torn between extreme pain and the temptation of relief.

After a long while, he finally spoke with difficulty, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper:

"I have studied all the bloodline refining techniques I could find. In ancient books that were considered taboo by my predecessors, bloodline refining techniques emerged in an endless stream during my time."

"That's the only way for humans to climb higher. Everyone is searching for bloodline refining techniques that allow them to endure longer, and I want to understand the essence of this technology..."

“So I started researching and I got some answers.”

As Karl spoke, his trembling lips calmed down and his voice became steady, like a scholar memorizing a book.

"The essence of these technologies is to suppress the activity of human bloodlines and amplify the activity of dragon bloodlines."

Carl's speech speed gradually increased, as if he wanted to pour out the secrets that had been accumulated for thousands of years in one breath:

"They think this is a shortcut to becoming stronger, but they don't know it's a path to the abyss. This kind of stimulation is theoretically unlimited. As long as the mental strength can withstand it, one can continue to break through the boundaries."

"In ancient times, the dragons called this the 'Road to Godhood,' saying that reaching the end would allow one to become like the Black King."

He suddenly sneered, and a hint of mockery flashed in his red-gold pupils:

"But this is simply impossible. No one can refine their bloodline infinitely without going crazy. The White King can't do it, and neither can I."

"There can only be one Black King. This is a truth I have proven with the remains of countless Deadpools. No matter how much he resembles the Black King, he is still not the Black King."

Ye Fan's fingers tapped lightly on the table he had transformed, making a regular, light sound.

He could sense the madness in Carl’s words, which was a conclusion he had drawn after thoroughly dissecting himself.

“These studies are just laying the groundwork.”

Karl's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of fanaticism:

"I've discovered that both dragon and human bloodlines can be controlled by subjective consciousness. Since dragon blood, when refined to the extreme, becomes a deadly form, why not enhance the vitality of human bloodlines instead?"

"I started experimenting." His tone was filled with morbid excitement. "I succeeded. I created a Deadpool who can obey orders. He is no longer just a useless person who can only roar."

"But when I tried to use this technology on myself, I discovered the biggest problem—human blood, no matter how vibrant it is, is inherently weaker than dragon blood. We are human after all, and it's impossible to refine human blood like we can refine dragon blood."

Carl's red-gold pupils stared at Ye Fan intently, as if he wanted to see through his soul:

"So I came up with a crazy idea - let the human bloodline devour the dragon bloodline. Use bronze pillars to imprison the body, reduce metabolism, spend a full thousand years, suppress the dragon blood bit by bit, and then let the human bloodline devour it completely."

“I became a whole new species.”

His voice was filled with a hint of intoxication and endless bitterness:

"Neither a hybrid nor a pure-blooded dragon, but an evolved human. Look, I can survive even with only my head left. My control over my body has reached an incredible level."

"I am so powerful, so perfect. Unfortunately, before I could fully develop all my abilities, I met you."

Ye Fan nodded slowly, and the golden light on his fingertips quietly went out.

Carl's description formed a clear thread in his mind. The horror of this technology was not the devouring itself, but the madness of daring to challenge the essence of bloodline.

It's like asking an earthworm to swallow a live fish. The most terrifying thing is not the idea, but that someone actually did it.

He suddenly noticed the key point in Karl's words:

"Why did you sleep for a thousand years? Is it because of this technology?"

Carl's pupils dimmed, revealing a deep sense of fatigue. "That's right. There's an essential difference between human blood and dragon blood. If you want to consume it, you can only do it bit by bit."

"Suppressing a tiny amount of dragon blood and letting the human bloodline slowly erode it is a very time-consuming process. I can only fuse myself into the bronze pillar and spend a thousand years digesting the S-level dragon blood in my body."

“Evolution is a joy.”

He suddenly laughed, his laughter as shrill as an owl:

"But when I woke up, the world was no longer what I remembered. Those half-bloods who once crawled at my feet had actually established the so-called secret party. And I, in the end, became your prisoner."

Ye Fan stood up, his black suit against the backdrop of the sea of ​​blood like a sharp blade cutting through the darkness:

"Very good. This technology is very important to me. You are a real surprise to me, Carl."

A final ray of light burst out from Carl's red-gold pupils, carrying a glimmer of lingering hope:

"Then can you please let me go? I promise I will never do anything to harm you again."

"Of course not. I am a man of my words." Ye Fan said with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and swung out a golden streak.

There was no earth-shattering roar. Carl's head shattered silently in the golden light, and bones and blood splattered and merged into the sea of ​​blood below.

The floating purple hair quickly faded, the red-gold pupils lost all their luster, and finally completely dissipated in the scarlet liquid.

Ye Fan stood in the middle of a sea of ​​corpses and blood, staring down at his hands.

The power of life creation flows through the body, clearly reflecting every detail of the body.

The scales of the dragon's body are faintly visible beneath the skin, the texture of the dragon's bones is faintly visible on the surface of the bones, and the flowing blood is filled with pure dragon power.

Chapter 207 Li Wuyue

"A pure-blooded first generation..." He muttered to himself, frowning.

The data fed back by the Life Authority was cold and cruel: human blood accounted for less than one percent of the body, and it could only maintain the appearance of a human form.

If he were to completely transform into a dragon, he would become a perfect dragon-like creature, but that was definitely not the result he wanted.

Carl's method was like opening a new door before him, but it also made him see the abyss under his feet.

Given the current strength and proportion of his dragon blood, it would take tens of thousands of years for him to complete the swallowing of human blood, even with the time acceleration of the Nibelungen.

But he simply couldn't afford to wait, because the awakening of the four monarchs would not give anyone time to prepare calmly.

“There’s still a long way to go.”

Ye Fan sighed and raised his hand to close the entrance of Nibelungen.

The crimson door slowly closed behind him, isolating the sea of ​​corpses and blood into another dimension.

The crystal chandeliers in the castle hall lit up again, and the warm light dispelled the gloom brought by the Nibelung.

Ye Fan walked to the long table and tapped his fingertips lightly on the smooth oak tabletop.

In two days, he will go to Angers to trade for alchemical materials. Before that, he must try Carl's method first.

He stretched out his right hand, and a golden line appeared on the palm of his hand.

The power of life reached its peak, and the weak human bloodline in the body began to slowly awaken, like a lone boat struggling in the huge waves.

The roar of dragon blood sounded deep within the bloodline, with an inviolable majesty, trying to completely crush this weak strand of human blood.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Ye Fan's forehead, and his golden pupils flickered in brightness in his eye sockets.