Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Nono looked in the direction he was pointing and exclaimed softly, "Wasn't it a feather before? How did it turn into dragon scales?"

"That's a trick by the white dragon. To make the curse seem more in line with the logic of ancient Egyptian mythology and to deepen the victim's subconscious fear, He used his spiritual power to tamper with this reverse scale. So in your eyes, it is that feather that represents 'truth'."

"Now that He is dead and His spiritual power has dissipated, this thing has naturally revealed its original form."

Nono realized what was happening and looked at the undamaged scales on the ground, a bitter expression appearing on her face.

"Is this the reverse scale that He stole from the White King? Have you already tried and failed to destroy it?"

Although in the underground palace of Saqqara, she repeatedly said that she could face death with equanimity.

But when Lin Yuan carried her across the yellow sands and killed a second-generation species in order to break the curse, Nuonuo found that she couldn't bear to die. She wanted to live and live with the man in front of her.

But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on her; the thing that could lift the curse was within reach, yet she had no way to destroy it.

Noticing the girl's low spirits, Lin Yuan gently ruffled her dark red hair.

"Why are you looking so sad? I told you I would take you out."

This was meant to be a comforting remark, but a thought suddenly struck Lin Yuan: "That's right, why didn't I think of a psychological attack?"

Since the entire Nibelungen is constructed from this reverse scale, it means that one must possess the power to destroy the entire Nibelungen in order to destroy this reverse scale.

Since that's not working, perhaps we can try another approach.

Isn't Conqueror's Haki essentially the embodiment of will, an ultimate expression of spiritual power?

Perhaps this kingly will can shatter this stubbornness.

"I know how to solve it, just bear with it a little longer."

Lin Yuan walked to the scales again, because he didn't yet know how to wrap his domineering aura around his attacks and perform "Domineering Entanglement" output.

He decided to try using Conqueror's Haki to cleanse this sore spot.

The light inside the temple suddenly dimmed, and several dazzling black and red lightning bolts gathered between Lin Yuan's fingers, a manifestation of his Conqueror's Haki.

He placed his palm lightly on the Reverse Scale, channeling all his Conqueror's Haki into it and releasing it towards the Reverse Scale.

"Buzz!"

This time, the reverse scale was not deflected.

Its surface glowed with an eerie light, countering the black and red lightning.

The two pure spiritual forces stirred up violent ripples, blowing away all the rubble on the ground.

This was the residual power of that second-generation species. Lin Yuan sensed the stubborn resistance within the reverse scale, and a hint of ferocity appeared in his eyes.

Even when they were alive, they were no match for me; now, with just a little obsession, I want to cause trouble.

How can the embers of the old king withstand the rising new king?

Lin Yuan clenched his five fingers, unleashing his full Conqueror's Haki, causing the black and red lightning to surge.

"Click click".

A mournful cry rang in his ears, and the spiritual imprint belonging to the next generation on the Reverse Scale was erased by his Conqueror's Haki.

Nono felt that the lingering fatigue she had felt since seeing "Duart's Dream" was rapidly disappearing.

It's like opening the window of a room that's been closed for a long time, letting in fresh air, and feeling reborn.

“It’s gone…the curse is really gone!” she exclaimed in surprise, her eyes regaining their sparkle.

Lin Yuan turned around and saw that Nuonuo's face had regained its color, and the weight that had been hanging over him finally lifted.

His efforts, which lasted nearly 40 hours without sleep, were worthwhile; at this moment, he feels that it was all worth it.

At that moment, the entire Nibelung world began to shake.

Having lost the support of the White King's Reverse Scale and the spiritual power of the next generation, this Nibelungen began its irreversible march toward destruction.

The starry sky above the dome was like a shattered mirror, cracked open with black holes, and violent turbulent currents poured in from the gaps, sweeping the surrounding ruins into nothingness.

"This place is about to collapse, be careful!"

Lin Yuan transformed into his Azure Dragon form once more, using fiery clouds to lift Nuonuo atop his head.

After erasing the spiritual imprint on the White King's Reverse Scale, Lin Yuan seemed to have a vague sense of the operating rules of the entire Nibelungen.

He carried Nono and flew toward a weak point in the collapsing space.

Before leaving, it did not forget to separate two clouds of flame, which swept up the pure gold balance scales that were more than ten meters tall and the white dragon's corpse.

After a bizarre and distorted visual experience, they returned to the underground palace located in the Valley of the Kings.

Inside the underground palace, the gap that had been blasted open by the "heat breath" was squeezed and expanded several times over again as Lin Yuan, in his Azure Dragon form, arrived.

Tons of stones mixed with quicksand poured down, nearly filling the entire underground palace.

Behind them, the sarcophagus connected to "Duat" turned to dust after losing the support of the Nibelungen.

As the surrounding space gradually stabilized, Lin Yuan retracted his Azure Dragon form, transformed back into human form in mid-air, and landed back in the underground palace.

After Yan Yun disappeared, Nuonuo was carried in his arms like a princess.

The surroundings quieted down, and moonlight streamed through the gap in the dome onto the two of them.

Having just crossed the abyss of death together, the perfect atmosphere of a lone man and woman stirred a vague flutter in Lin Yuan's heart.

According to the tropes in novels, if you were to confess your feelings at this moment, the other person would probably be incredibly moved and might even offer themselves to you.

Lin Yuan cleared his throat, mentally reviewed the lines he had prepared, and mustered his courage to speak.

But then I heard a steady breathing sound.

Nono, like an exhausted kitten, wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head limply on his chest; she had actually fallen asleep.

The weariness had faded from his face, replaced by a look of peace.

Looking at the girl's peaceful sleeping face, Lin Yuan smiled helplessly.

Indeed, she has been tormented by the curse these past two days, and her mental and physical strength have clearly reached their limits.

Lin Yuan didn't make a sound to disturb her, but carefully adjusted the angle of his arms to make the girl in his arms more comfortable.

Chapter 109 How did the dragon I killed become a member of the Secret Society?

Nuonuo fell asleep, but Lin Yuan wasn't so lucky. Although he had also stayed up for nearly 40 hours, he couldn't sleep at this moment.

He glanced down at himself, realizing he was only wearing a pair of oversized shorts, a garment seemingly blessed by the rules of the world.

All around were the partially collapsed underground palaces, and above the gap in the sky was the night sky over the Valley of the Kings in Egypt.

How do I get back?

It's only 500 kilometers from Saqqara to the Valley of the Kings, so flying low over the desert is fine in an emergency.

However, flying back to Chicago involves a long distance across the Atlantic Ocean, and with the 100-meter-long white dragon carcass, there's no guarantee it won't be captured by satellites in space.

In less than half an hour, they will be locked onto by air defense radars from various countries, followed by a barrage of firepower from all sides regardless of cost.

He doesn't want too many people to know that he can transform into a dragon yet.

It wasn't that he was afraid, but rather that he found it too troublesome. In the understanding of hybrids over thousands of years, dragons were mortal enemies who had to be nailed to the cross. With his current reputation, he was far from being able to make the Secret Society accept that he could become a dragon.

He was a pragmatic person at heart, without any antisocial fetishes like "not eating beef." He had no need to cause trouble for himself and force himself to become the enemy of all hybrids or even all of humanity. Compared to hiding in the Nibelungen and being a loner, he preferred the life of having no worries about food and drink in human society.

Calling for reinforcements from the school was also impractical, as I had previously left my phone and backpack outside Nibelungen.

The commotion he caused when he emerged was so great that everything around him was buried in the yellow sand. Observation Haki isn't the same as the divine sense found in cultivation novels; it didn't allow him to accurately locate his phone in the sand.

Lin Yuan was conflicted. Should he hide the dragon corpse and the scales here first, and then take Nuonuo back to Cairo to find communication equipment and contact the school?

Suddenly, the roar of propellers churning the air came from above.

A high-powered searchlight beam descended from the sky, passing through the widened opening in the underground palace and landing on him.

An armed helicopter hovered above the Valley of the Kings, and two familiar figures could be seen standing at the helicopter's door in the distance.

Sergei Chu Zihang, president of the Lionheart Society.

The reinforcements Fingel mentioned have arrived.

It must be said that the Secret Service behind Kassel College has astonishing power. Egypt is, after all, a sovereign country, yet it was able to summon a military armed helicopter into someone else's airspace.

The people on the helicopter naturally saw Lin Yuan as well. Two tactical ropes were thrown down, and Sergei and Chu Zihang slid down the ropes into the underground palace.

The two of them were stunned for a moment when they saw the scene before them as soon as they landed.

Under the flashlights and searchlights, their S-class ace was shirtless, wearing only his underwear.

Holding a red-haired beauty who is also disheveled, with her face buried in his chest, it's hard not to evoke some suggestive thoughts in this scene.

The noise of the propellers couldn't mask the awkwardness spreading through the three-person room.

Sergei couldn't look left or right, and for a moment he was speechless.

Chu Zihang reacted quickly. After recognizing that the woman in Lin Yuan's arms was Nuonuo, he pressed his earpiece and communicated with the helicopter: "This is Chu Zihang. Target contact reached. There are wounded on site, requiring medical support. Do not land. Provide hovering and hoisting. Repeat. Do not land. Provide hovering and hoisting."

A medical cradle was quickly lowered from the helicopter. Lin Yuan carefully placed Nuonuo inside. She only hummed unconsciously a couple of times as she was moved, and was not awakened.

Lin Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Nono being put on the helicopter.

At this moment, Chu Zihang walked to Lin Yuan's side, tacitly took off his coat, and handed it to Lin Yuan.

The two were originally about the same size, but after Lin Yuan underwent several fruit enhancements, his physique became much stronger. Chu Zihang's clothes looked a bit tight on him, outlining exaggerated muscle lines.

It was a bit tight, but it was still better than continuing to be naked.

Just as Lin Yuan finished getting dressed, Sergei, not far away, was surveying the ruins of the underground palace with a flashlight.

"How's the situation on your end? When we flew here, we heard a lot of noise from the air. Have you found the entrance to the Nibelungen?"

He kicked away the pebbles at his feet, his voice tinged with urgency: "The situation is extremely urgent. News from Europe indicates that School Board Chair Elizabeth's vital signs are steadily declining, and she may not be able to hold on much longer. We must resolve this crisis before dawn..."

His voice abruptly stopped.

At the end of the flashlight beam, he saw a "wall" covered with silvery-white scales. Looking ahead, it stretched into the depths of darkness, where he could see the hideous head of a dragon.

"Pure-blooded dragon!"

Sergei instantly entered battle mode, his right hand resting on the hilt of the steel sword at his waist, his dazzling golden eyes igniting, and his heart pounding like a war drum.

He immediately entered a state of high blood pressure.

"Damn it... Prepare for battle! No! You two retreat immediately, I'll hold them off..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Sergei noticed that the enormous creature was motionless, with a gruesome penetrating wound on its chest. He realized that it was a corpse.

"This...this...this..." He stammered, almost dropping the flashlight.

He turned to look at Lin Yuan, then at the dragon corpse, his gaze darting back and forth several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"What...what is this?"

“A second-generation descendant of the White King’s bloodline, and also the culprit behind this ‘Duat’s Dream’.”

Sergei swallowed hard, feeling as if the world had gone mad: "Don't tell me... you killed him."

"Of course I killed him. Pure-blooded dragons don't have the habit of committing suicide." Lin Yuan finally gave up on zipping up his coat, otherwise it would feel really awkward to wear it.

"Don't worry, the curse of 'Duart's Dream' has been lifted, and the school board will be fine."

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind whipping up the yellow sand.

Sergei and Chu Zihang stared at Lin Yuan. Apart from some dust, there were no obvious injuries on his body.

No damage...dealt with a secondary species?

Is this really something that mixed-race people can do?

Even Menek Cassel, the most brilliant strategist in history, had to pay with his life to perish together with a dragon king that had not yet formed a dragon body.

Before them stood a second-generation descendant of the White King, possessing a complete dragon body.

The White King is a supreme being on par with the Black King; His subspecies power and status are almost equivalent to those of the four monarchs.

To solo a second-generation dragon with a hundred-meter-long body without taking any damage, and even have a dependent child who could die at any moment, sounds like a complete fantasy.

If this achievement were written in the executive department's report, even Fingel probably wouldn't believe it.

Neither of them spoke, or perhaps they didn't know what to say.

If Lin Yuan's solo kill of a third-generation beast in Germany was still within their barely acceptable range, then this scene before them shattered their understanding.