Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan calmly switched the screen: "Here is the actual combat data from last month. The user was an A-level hybrid, who killed a third-generation species alone."

The golden-armored knight in the picture chopped off the limbs of the third generation with just a few swipes of his sword. The flames controlled by the third generation and the dragon claws swung out could not cause any damage to him.

The bloody battle scene in the projection made Selina gasp.

Beowulf suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter made the snow on the eaves fall down.

Chapter 239 Two Dragon Kings

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, with fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

"This armor is truly worthy of a Beowulf warrior! No, it's an honor for us Beowulf warriors to wear this armor!"

But then his expression darkened:

"But we're not one of those international, mixed-race families. We live in a Norwegian castle. We're not poor, but this kind of high technology... we can't afford it."

Ye Fan raised his hand to interrupt: "No need for money, Mr. Beowulf. For you, for the true dragon slayer, I don't need money."

The training ground suddenly became eerily quiet.

Ange had been standing behind Ye Fan without him noticing, with a playful smile on his gentlemanly old face.

Selina felt her grandfather's arm muscles suddenly tense, like a fully drawn bow.

"What do you want?" Beowulf's voice dropped dangerously.

Free is the most expensive, and Beowulf knows this clearly.

Ye Fan's eyes swept across the arrow nests high on the castle, where he could vaguely see several family members watching the battle.

He spoke slowly, "How many members of the Beowulf family are there now? Those with awakened bloodlines and those without?"

Beowulf frowned, but replied, "1436. 500 of them have awakened their bloodlines, all at B-rank. The rest are responsible for logistics and research."

He suddenly realized something, and his golden eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why are you asking this?"

"This is the cooperation I hope to achieve with you." Ye Fan took a step forward, snowflakes swirling around his feet. "I hope the entire Beowulf family will become my legion!"

"presumptuous!"

Beowulf's roar shook the ground.

Accompanied by his roar.

Family members in the distance drew their weapons, and the cold light merged into one in the snow.

Selina's face turned pale, and she subconsciously stood between her grandfather and Ye Fan.

Ange gently pressed Ye Fan's shoulder, but gave Beowulf a soothing smile: "Old friend, listen to him."

Ye Fan calmly adjusted his cuffs: "Our relationship will always be one of equal cooperation. All I want is the training rights of all members of the Beowulf family."

He looked at Selina. "As you know, I've been building up the Celestial Powers. We now have a thousand B-rank and above hybrid warriors."

Selina bit her lip and nodded. Beowulf looked at his granddaughter in disbelief. "You knew that a long time ago?"

"But with my strength."

Ye Fan suddenly raised his voice, and a terrifying light ignited in his golden eyes:

"Do I really need such soldiers? Is there any force in the world today that would be worth my trouble?"

Beowulf's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the broken axe.

He had lived for over one hundred and thirty years, but this was the first time he felt such a strong sense of disharmony - the aura of the young man in front of him actually reminded him of the trembling he felt when he faced the awakening next generation in his youth.

"At this point, I must demonstrate sincerity. Sincerity will only be rewarded with sincerity. I also hope you can remain calm in the following situation."

Ye Fan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his golden pupils had turned into pure golden vertical pupils, and the terrifying dragon might swept across the entire castle like a tsunami.

At the same time, Ange also showed the same pupils. The pressure from the two first-generation species made the snow within a radius of several miles explode into powder at the same time.

"This is impossible!"

Beowulf stumbled back, and the broken axe fell to the ground with a clang.

The sounds of family members kneeling could be heard from all over the castle. The low-level half-bloods were simply unable to resist this bloodline suppression.

"You are actually the Dragon King, Ange! You are actually the Dragon King?!"

It only took Beowulf half a second to regain his composure, picked up the broken axe on the ground, and roared at Ange.

His muscles bulged, and his words, immortal and spirit, unfolded resolutely.

His eyes were as angry as those of a god, and even his originally gray hair had turned a light golden color. It was obvious that he had not used his full strength when fighting with Ye Fan just now.

"Hey, calm down, old man. I never lied to you."

"A month ago, I was indeed an S-rank hybrid."

Ange's voice was still clear despite the dragon's might. "But you should also know the whole story of Meneck Cassel's death."

"Yeah, I know that damn Dragon King. Wait, you're not going to be...!"

Beowulf is shocked.

"That's right, my first generation power came from that Dragon King. Now I completely understand everything that happened back then." Ange's voice became low and his expression was sad.

"Back then, Li Wuyue brought the remains of the King of Sky and Wind to Cassel Manor. That night, I and another member were guarding it. By sheer coincidence, I was injured, and it was from the scratches on the remains."

"I guess it was at that time that the damned Dragon King left his cocoon inside me. The cocoon of Li Wuyue, one of the twin kings of Sky and Wind, has been inside me ever since."

"That's why I was able to survive that time, because I have always been the resurrection vessel of the Dragon King!"

Ange spoke in a deep voice, the anger in his golden eyes growing stronger.

"Then why? Why do you now possess his bloodline? I'm sure you're Ange. How did you defeat the Dragon King's consciousness?"

Beowulf said in disbelief.

Then he looked at Ye Fan and asked, "So you are the other twin of the King of Sky and Wind?"

"Hey, don't compare me with that damn bastard Odin. I am indeed a pure human being, purer than my principal." Ye Fan spread his hands.

"The reason I have the bloodline I have today is because I devoured two first-generation species. They are the dark monarchs, not the four monarchs in the open."

"I devoured them and obtained all their bloodlines, which is also the origin of the bloodline of my first generation." Ye Fan explained.

"You actually killed two first-generation species?!"

Beowulf felt that his worldview had collapsed. Had the younger generation in front of him actually killed two first-generation species?

"That's about right. This is the situation." Ye Fan smiled.

"After I became a first-generation species, I also noticed the cocoon in the old man's body, so I beat up Li Wule in his body and made a deal with him."

"I made his soul temporarily obey the old man's orders, so the old man also obtained the complete bloodline of the first generation. Although he has no authority, at least he is a well-deserved first generation in terms of bloodline."

Ye Fan said gently.

"How is it possible that you are not S-class? How can an S-class kill the first generation?" Beowulf rarely spoke more.

"Well, if I use your standards, I'm actually SS-level. If I use Japan's standards, I'm an emperor. If I use the standards of Greater China, my bloodline is heavenly."

"Anyway, it's second only to the first generation. Using some methods, it's indeed possible to kill some damaged first generation species."

Chapter 240 The Surrender of Beowulf's Family

Beowulf was struck by lightning!

"You actually killed two... First Generation... Oh my god, what kind of monsters are there in this world?"

Beowulf's voice was as dry as sandpaper.

The way he looked at Ye Fan had completely changed. He was no longer looking at a younger genius, but examining a living legend.

"Okay, it doesn't matter what you call me. Don't mind such trivial matters." Ye Fan put away the pressure from the Dragon King, closed his golden pupils, and his eyes returned to a warm blue.

He shrugged, looked at Beowulf and said word by word:

"The important thing is, Black King Nidhogg will awaken from the ice in five years..."

These words were like a heavy hammer, and Beowulf's tall body swayed. He had to hold on to Selina to prevent himself from kneeling.

The wrinkles on the old man's face deepened in an instant, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

"Black King Nidhogg, is he about to wake up?" he asked hoarsely.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. He's already dead. Everyone knows it, and every ancient text records that he was betrayed by the dragon clan and was killed on the mountaintop by the four great monarchs, with his dragon blood flowing out!"

Ye Fan nodded and sighed helplessly:

"Then let me tell you what happened next. After his dragon blood dried up, the world wailed, and an endless blizzard obscured his body."

"From the glacier rose an untold thousand-meter-thick layer of ice, covering the original earth. Within it lay the Black King Nidhogg."

"Remember, it's sleep, not death. The Black King cannot die. The only one who can kill him is the Black King himself, or a new Black King! Death is even easier for him than sleep. He is a monster at the level of the law of causality!"

"Even the White King, even the Four Lords, would never be able to kill him! He had already prophesied that He would revive, and He will definitely revive!"

"And what I know is that He will return in five years!"

Beowulf suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh that was a bit crazy. "So this is your purpose? To gather an army to fight the Black King? I admit that this armor of yours is powerful, but you have already said that the Black King cannot be killed. What is the point of having more armor like this?"

"Mr. Beowulf, you think too highly of yourself. I admit that you are an important part of my plan, but there are dozens or even hundreds of equally important links."

"That's a causal monster. Even I am only part of the plan."

"So you're planning to kill a causal monster," Beowulf said hoarsely.

"If I could, I really would like to kill Him."

Ye Fan nodded, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "I just want to give humans a bargaining chip in the fight."

"The Black King has long ago sworn that he will kill all traitors and all abandoned tribes! Under the witness of karma, he will definitely keep his word!"

"If I can't defeat the Black King and save the world."

"Then all of you are my last resort, the strength to resist. Even if you are doomed to die, driven by your instinct for survival, you will still contribute."

Ye Fan said with a smile.