Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Once the academy's logistics system is up and running, its efficiency is terrifying.

A special car will take them directly to Chicago O'Hare International Airport. As for the "Awakening of Insects" gun and Finger's backpack full of ammunition, as high-risk contraband, they will naturally be transported by a cross-border administrative special line by air, and can be picked up directly at the destination, avoiding the trouble of security checks.

Lin Yuan leaned back in the leather seat, his gaze sweeping over the scenery rushing past the car window. He casually took out his phone and glanced at the time.

It's almost one o'clock, and Professor Mans's "Magic Mechanical Design" class should have ended by now.

His finger hovered over the contacts list, pausing for a moment.

Should I call and say a few words? But the words felt awkward coming out.

He wasn't sure what he wanted to say to Nuonuo, and after hesitating for a long time, he opened the text message and quickly typed a few words: "I was temporarily drafted to do fieldwork. I'll talk to you when I get back."

The notification that the message had been successfully sent had just popped up when a messy head immediately popped up next to me.

Fingel stared at the screen, making a strange "tsk tsk" sound, his face full of gossip: "They're starting to report things now, huh?"

Lin Yuan ignored him. He stared at the message "sent successfully" for two seconds, then put his phone back in his pocket and turned to look at the scenery rushing past the window.

......

The college was generous, booking business class tickets for both of them, and they had a fast track through security and boarding, saving them a lot of time queuing.

Guided by the sweet smiles of the Lufthansa flight attendants, the two were the first to board the Boeing aircraft.

The business class is very private, with only two rows of eight spacious airline seats.

When Lin Yuan and Finger stepped into the cabin, there were already two people sitting in the next seat.

Near the aisle sat a woman dressed in black sportswear.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied into a high ponytail, with two long strands of hair falling on either side of her fair face.

Most of her face was covered by a large black mask, revealing only a pair of captivating eyes with a charming, long, slender, crimson wing at the corner.

But this doesn't affect anything at all.

Anyone who sees her for the first time will be attracted by her supermodel-like figure.

The black, form-fitting sportswear was stretched taut by her full bust, making it seem as if it might burst at any moment. The taut fabric flowed down her slender waist, outlining an amazing waist-to-hip ratio, and finally extending into two long, shapely legs crossed between the chairs.

Faced with such a visually striking, devilish figure, it doesn't matter if the facial features aren't clearly visible. The exaggerated curves alone are enough to make her unforgettable at first glance.

Sitting next to her was a forest-style girl with long chestnut hair, her face bare of makeup, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, and her features had a delicate beauty that required close examination.

Despite wearing a sophisticated high-end suit and skirt, she was curled up in the large chair without any regard for her image.

The two seemed to be chatting about something interesting. The girl was laughing happily, clutching a large bag of original flavor potato chips tightly in her arms, munching away with gusto. When she got excited, she even picked up a chip and tried to slip it into the gap of the long-legged woman's mask next to her.

The long-legged woman was clearly annoyed and slapped the hand away several times in succession.

In the brief moment when her hand was blocked, the girl looked up listlessly and happened to meet Lin Yuan and Fingel who had walked up to her.

Realizing that her current posture was far from elegant, the girl quickly lowered her curled-up legs. She swiftly wiped her mouth, smoothed out the wrinkles on her suit skirt, straightened her back, and elegantly folded her hands on her knees, instantly transforming into a refined woman.

Lin Yuan walked ahead, his gaze lingering on the long-legged woman for a couple more seconds without him noticing.

Fingel followed Lin Yuan's gaze, and his previously listless eyes suddenly lit up. He nudged Lin Yuan's ribs with his elbow and let out a lewd chuckle in a low voice.

"Hey, what are you doing? Your eyes are practically glued to her leg. Have you forgotten you're a married man now?"

Lin Yuan gave him a speechless look, explaining that his staring at others wasn't due to lust.

He discovered that the two women were also of mixed race as soon as he boarded the plane.

The chestnut-haired girl had an average bloodline and a gentle aura, just like any other student on campus. But the girl with the black ponytail next to the aisle was different. Although the concentration of dragon blood in her body was not top-notch, Lin Yuan felt a kind of inexplicable threat.

It's not that the woman herself is capable enough to control him.

After more than a month of recovery training, Lin Yuan is now confident that he can find no one in the mixed-race world who can threaten him, whether it is the useless senior brother who is "pretending to be a pig and eating feed" or the other mixed-race people he has met in Kassel College.

But the woman gave him a very conflicted feeling.

Her own strength was even inferior to Fingel's, but her Observation Haki could still detect a hint of danger emanating from her.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Lin Yuan deliberately crossed the aisle and chose a seat by the window on the other side, intentionally keeping his distance.

After the plane took off, Lin Yuan leaned against the window, intending to close his eyes and rest to get through the long flight, but the surroundings were not peaceful.

Fingel squirmed in the large airline chair.

The quiet environment in the cabin clearly made this guy restless. His gaze swept back and forth between the two very different beauties across the aisle a few times, and finally he rubbed his hands together and shamelessly walked over.

"Ladies, are you flying to Frankfurt for tourism?" He deliberately lowered his voice, striking what he considered a charming gentlemanly pose.

The long-legged woman crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep, completely ignoring him.

The girl eating potato chips pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and casually replied, "Lower Saxony, just wandering around."

Upon hearing the place name, Fingel immediately raised his eyebrows and patted his chest in a very familiar manner: "What a coincidence! I'm a native of Lower Saxony. I know exactly where the most authentic pork knuckles are and where the most genuine dark beer is."

The girl gave him a polite but perfunctory smile. Then, she silently took out a pair of noise-canceling headphones from her bag and put them on her head, effectively cutting off Fingel's room to continue his performance.

Fingel, feeling rebuffed, sullenly touched his nose and obediently shrank back into his seat.

As the sky turned a bluish-gray, the flight landed at Frankfurt Airport amidst a slight turbulence.

Before disembarking, Fingel was still unwilling to give up and kept thinking about the long-legged, mature woman who never took off her mask. He shamelessly went up to her and asked for her contact information.

In return, he received only a cold look from the other party, and in the end, he could only slink away and give up.

He watched helplessly as the two beautiful figures merged into the crowd and disappeared at the end of the covered bridge. Fingel stood there, his face filled with the sorrow of losing his beloved.

Looking at his somewhat dejected senior, Lin Yuan couldn't help but tease him: "So you're starting to fall for someone? Why were you so proactive on the plane, only to be rejected?"

Upon hearing this, Fingel's smug expression vanished.

He glanced back at the noisy crowd behind him, lowered his voice, and his tone became unusually serious.

"What do you know? Both women are of mixed race, and coincidentally, at this crucial moment, their destination is also Lower Saxony. Don't you think that's too much of a coincidence?"

Lin Yuan paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected that this seemingly unreliable senior brother would actually stop pretending to be a pig at such a crucial moment.

He was about to speak when he realized something was amiss.

The next second, Fingel touched his face and sighed with heartache: "Faced with these potentially dangerous individuals of unknown origin, I originally planned to step forward, sacrifice my looks, and use my charm to gather information. Who knew that young girls these days don't appreciate the charm of mature men at all."

Lin Yuan silently turned his head away, withdrawing the respect that had just arisen in his heart.

Because Clausthal, a city nestled in the Hearts Mountains, has no train service, the two of them first transferred in Frankfurt to Hanover, then took another train from Hanover to Goslar, and finally had to take a connecting bus to reach their destination.

As the altitude gradually increases, the scenery outside the window begins to change.

A white mist had appeared in the forest at some unknown time. As if it were alive, the mist spread silently down the hillside, gradually engulfing the lush coniferous forest on both sides of the road.

The higher we went up the mountain, the thicker the fog became. By the time we were almost halfway up the mountain, the visibility outside the window was less than a few dozen meters.

Fingel went to the front and started chatting with the driver in the driver's seat.

A short while later, he walked back to the back seat, and a hint of seriousness appeared on his face, which was always adorned with a sly smile.

"The driver said the fog on the mountain has lasted for more than half a month," Fingel said in a low voice as he settled into his seat.

"The mines in Krastar have been closed for eighty or ninety years, and the heavy industrial pollution of the past is long gone. Logically speaking, there should be no fog of this magnitude. Even the old people who have lived in the town all their lives say that they have never seen such abnormal weather."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan turned to look out the car window. Rolling white mist brushed against the glass, exuding an indescribable chill.

The bus traveled through the fog and arrived in Clausthal in the afternoon.

This small town, which should have been full of life, was now shrouded in a hazy white fog, eerily quiet.

The two walked along the wet streets, using their phone's navigation to find a two-story detached villa with a separate courtyard, a place the academy's executive department had arranged in advance.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Lin Yuan immediately saw two black explosion-proof boxes placed on the courtyard terrace.

The box was sealed with an express air freight seal, and a fine layer of dew condensed on the metal clasps, indicating that it had been left in the fog for some time.

Lin Yuan looked at the two boxes and said with some dissatisfaction, "The academy's logistics and delivery capabilities are so strong, why didn't they just put the two of us in the boxes and airdrop us together? Why did they make us take a plane for more than ten hours and then transfer to three trains and buses?"

Fingel patted him on the shoulder: "You used to be a customs officer, but you went to the market to buy vegetables. These boxes are going through the inspection-free channels of multinational military industries. They're full of iron lumps, so they can be shaken all over. If the two of us crawled in, we'd be tossed around like crazy."

......

Deep beneath the Klaustal mine, shrouded in fog, lies a dark, abandoned mine shaft that has stood for nearly a century.

The spatial structure here is undergoing some indescribable distortion. The originally narrow, abandoned tunnels are now stretching and folding infinitely in the darkness, gradually breaking away from the physical laws of reality.

Human common sense is being eroded little by little here, and this dark and sunless mine is silently transforming into the "Nibelungen".

At the edge of the distorted space, a massive black shadow was coiled around a cocoon that had long since turned to stone.

Accompanied by muffled breathing, dark red magma flowed faintly from the gaps in the tattered scales of the black shadow, slowly flowing along the ancient and intricate alchemical patterns on the ground.

"Truly worthy of being called the great King of Bronze and Fire..."

Ancient and solemn dragon language echoed in the deathly silent mine.

The dark figure slowly turned its head, gazing at the space around it that was constantly being reshaped and folded.

Originally, His dragon blood was not enough to construct the "Nibelungen" domain; such power always belonged only to beings with more ancient and noble bloodlines.

However, a little over a month ago, the blood left by the monarch on the rock wall not only awakened Him from His long slumber, but also caused His bloodline to undergo an incredible leap, which reactivated the alchemical array that had been dormant for hundreds of years underground, eroding out a miniature "Nibelungen" beneath this mining area.

The unusual thick fog that had persisted for more than half a month on the surface was merely a byproduct of the expansion of the domain.

The dark shape stretched its broad wing membranes and let out a deep roar:

"In just two more days... the magic array will be activated."

At that time, He will be able to drain the life force of the reptiles on the earth and reshape this dragon body.

That hatred, buried deep underground for hundreds of years, will finally be settled with an extreme act of destruction!

He folded his wings, preparing to fall into slumber again, quietly awaiting the day the magic circle would open.

Suddenly, his golden eyes, burning like molten lava, snapped open in the darkness, staring intently at the city above, a surge of unyielding astonishment welling up within him.

"The mark of His Majesty Jormungandr?!"

Chapter 75: In horror movies, those who act at night all end up dead.

In a hotel suite in Goslar, the atmosphere is distinctly medieval.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the warm white mist covered the carved glass mirror.

Su Enxi was comfortably soaking in the retro brass bathtub, with a layer of dense bath salt foam floating on the surface of the water.

She stretched out one of her long, slender, fair legs, her toes idly fiddling with the warm water flowing from the faucet, and couldn't help but complain.

"This remote rural place is really torturous. I can't even book a decent five-star hotel. The size of this bathtub is so big that I can barely stretch my legs out."

While complaining, Su Enxi changed her position and submerged most of her body in the hot water.

Although the hardware was basic, the perfect water temperature helped to dispel a lot of the fatigue from a long day.

She let out a long, contented sigh, scooped up a handful of soft bath salt foam, and blew it away.

As if she had thought of something funny, she turned her head, looked out of the bathroom, and deliberately shouted with a mischievous grin:

"Long-legged beauty, the water temperature is just right, want to come and soak together? But with the length of your legs, you'll probably have to wrap yourself around me if you come in."

In the suite outside, Mai Shude was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a laptop on her lap.

She was wearing a loose gray loungewear set, which completely concealed her impressive curves that would make most men's blood boil.

A dark, grimy seaweed mud mask was plastered on her face, revealing only a pair of long, narrow, beautiful eyes.

Hearing Su Enxi's greeting, Jiu De Mai didn't even move. Looking at the laptop on her lap, she asked, "If you think this place is too run-down, we can just stay at the Claustal B&B on the mountain. It's closer to our target, so we won't have to rush to the mountain road if something goes wrong."

The sound of crunching potato chips came from the bathroom; even while soaking in the water, Su Enxi didn't put down her chips.

"Going up the mountain is no longer allowed." Su Enxi swallowed a potato chip, her tone full of apprehension.

“The area has been shrouded in fog for over half a month, and the magnetic field is in complete chaos. The entire underground area of ​​the mining area has probably turned into a ‘Nibelungen.’ As an office worker, I dare not go to such a horrible place.”

Mai Shude's gaze moved across the screen, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing slightly: "Didn't the intelligence say that what was sleeping in that mine was just a third-generation species? Constructing the Nibelungen, that's an authority that only first-generation and second-generation species possess. Where did he get the ability?"

"Who told it to be so lucky?" Su Enxi sat up from the bathtub, stretched, and water droplets slid down her beautiful curves.

“More than a month ago, Lao Tang went to the cave to retrieve a dragon egg for his boss, but for some reason, he scraped his hand on the rock wall. The third-generation dragon, which was originally sleeping, absorbed his blood.”

“That is the genuine blood of the ‘King of Bronze and Fire’. After the third generation absorbed it, its bloodline underwent a terrifying leap. Now, although it still has the body of a third generation dragon, it already has the strength to rival that of a second generation, so it can slowly form the ‘Nibelungen’.”

"Not inferior to a second-generation hybrid?" Mai Shude removed the face mask from her face and threw it into the trash can, her eyes filled with surprise. "Can that handsome S-rank guy handle it? Although his previous record is indeed quite impressive, not only did he defeat Conrad in Chicago, but he also crushed half of Kassel on Freedom Day, but he is still a second-generation hybrid! In the history of hybrids, apart from that old guy Angers, who else has ever single-handedly defeated a second-generation hybrid?"

At this point, she couldn't help but recall the young boy who sat on the other side of the aisle on the flight to Frankfurt.