Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

The workers operated large hydraulic presses and steel cable winches to drag Bai Long's body off the ground.

Every time the dragon corpse moves a certain distance, the workers around it have to stop and readjust the position of the slings to ensure that the force is evenly distributed.

The transport platform on the side has been set up and is waiting to transport the corpses of the next generation of the species up.

Further out in the open area, eight CH-53E Super Stallion heavy helicopters were neatly lined up.

This is the largest transport helicopter currently in service with the U.S. military. Its fuselage is over 30 meters long, and the maximum external load of a single helicopter exceeds 14 tons. If eight helicopters work together, they can theoretically lift more than 100 tons of cargo.

The fact that the Secret Service was able to move these steel behemoths to the heart of Egypt within 24 hours demonstrates the importance they place on this next-generation species.

As soon as the helicopter arrived directly above the work site, Lin Yuan opened the cabin door and, without waiting for the pilot to lower the cable, jumped straight down from dozens of meters in the air, landing heavily on the sand.

The nearby workers were startled by the commotion and discovered that Lin Yuan had jumped directly from the helicopter. They immediately went to find the person in charge.

Not long after, Chu Zihang walked over, holding a blueprint in his hand.

"Why are you the one directing things on site?" Lin Yuan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Sergei rushed back to the academy last night to report on his work, and handed the site over to me before he left." Chu Zihang rolled up the blueprints and tucked them under his arm.

"Professor Schneider has already informed me and asked me to fully cooperate with you."

He paused for a moment, as if he remembered something.

"By the way, the scale you were looking for has been found."

As he spoke, he led Lin Yuan toward the edge of the construction site. The two walked around several diesel generators and came to an area that was separated by a cordon.

There was a specially made alloy box there, and the White King's Reverse Scale lay quietly inside, its pure white luster appearing exceptionally warm under the sunlight.

Lin Yuan walked closer and took a look, confirming that it was indeed the White King's Reverse Scale.

"Hard."

Staring at the source of the entire crisis, he casually asked a question.

"Have the casualty statistics for 'Duarte's Dream' been released yet?"

"Norma did a preliminary calculation last night, and the corrosive power of this curse far exceeded the record, with about 1 people trapped in it. But fortunately, you cut off the source quickly enough, and the death toll was ultimately controlled to around 400. It's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."

"Hmm, were there any casualties at Kassel College?" Lin Yuan asked, wanting to know if anyone he knew had died in this curse.

"No, after the academy discovered the curse, it immediately gathered all the cursed students together and used drugs to try to delay their falling asleep. Everyone survived."

Lin Yuan didn't say anything more.

At that moment, a series of metallic clanging sounds came from behind as the large hanging rings were fastened one by one.

The two turned around at the same time. The white dragon's corpse on the transport platform had been moved to its position, and the workers covered the dragon's body with a layer of dark gray canvas.

The canvas edges are secured to the platform frame with steel clips, making it look like a small, wrapped hill from a distance.

On the four corner rings of the load-bearing platform, eight sets of steel cables have been connected to the belly hooks of eight super stallions.

Ground staff conducted a final inspection around the platform, checking the load-bearing capacity of each connection point.

"Ready for takeoff!"

The commander's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

After receiving Chu Zihang's approval, the eight Super Stallions started spinning and accelerating almost simultaneously, stirring up clouds of yellow sand.

The steel cables were stretched taut one by one, and the transport platform trembled slightly at first before slowly lifting off the ground with the combined force of the eight engines.

This colossal creature, covered in canvas, was thus dragged up from the desert by eight steel behemoths. The outline of the dragon's corpse was faintly visible beneath the canvas, its long tail swaying slowly in the wind, like an unintentional breath in its slumber.

Ancient myths and modern steel combine to create a striking image amidst the swirling yellow sand.

The surrounding staff all looked up and watched the ancient creature ascend into the sky.

Most of them will never have a second chance in their lives to witness the true appearance of a second-generation species.

This terrifying being, which in mythology is said to destroy cities at will, was now suspended in the air by steel cables and rotors, being transported away like a piece of cargo.

In the millennia-long history of dragon slaying by the Secret Society, such a miraculous scene was unprecedented. Watching the dragon corpse slowly rise into the sky, they seemed to witness a legend even more dazzling than Angers rising up.

Two hours later, Alexandria.

This busiest international port on the Mediterranean coast handles millions of tons of cargo daily, and its docks are always full of container ships from all over the world.

But today, three deep-water berths were cleared out overnight by the Secret Service, a cordon was set up for several kilometers around the site, all irrelevant personnel were cleared out, and fully armed officers in black were stationed every three steps.

Further down the highway, several black SUVs were parked across the middle of the road, turning back all vehicles and pedestrians that tried to approach.

Port Authority staff were told that a military exercise was being conducted in the area today, but no further explanation was given as to which country's military exercise it was or why it was being conducted in a civilian port.

When Lin Yuan and Chu Zihang got off the helicopter, an ocean-going cargo ship was already moored at the dock.

The ship is dark gray overall and has a deep draft. The name "Nagilfa" is painted on the bow.

A middle-aged man in a dark blue uniform strode down the gangway.

"Cole, a 1999 graduate of Kassel College." He walked up to the two of them, shook hands with Lin Yuan first, and introduced himself.

"Currently serving as the captain of the Nagirfa, responsible for the transoceanic transport of this second-generation dragon body."

Lin Yuan shook hands with him: "Hello, senior."

Cole was clearly taken aback, seemingly not expecting this god of death who had single-handedly fought the next generation to be so easy to talk to.

He quickly waved his hand, his tone very humble: "I've already graduated, I don't care about these empty titles."

"Besides, the higher-ups have already given instructions for this operation: you are in complete command of all matters on site."

After saying that, he shook hands with Chu Zihang, then turned to the side and gestured for him to come: "Please come with me, let me introduce this ship to you."

The three of them climbed the gangway onto the deck. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary cargo ship, but upon closer inspection, they discovered that it was a completely different world.

"This ship looks like an ordinary ocean liner, but it's just a cover," Cole explained as they walked.

"In fact, the hull adopts a double-hull design, with Kevlar composite material filling the interlayer, which can withstand direct fire from a 12.7 mm heavy machine gun. Each of the two side compartments is equipped with an ultrasonic transmitter, which is very effective against marine life contaminated by dragon blood."

As he spoke, he walked to the ship's side and patted the deck, which looked no different from an ordinary bulkhead.

The steel plate was silently sliced ​​open, revealing the cannon barrel inside.

"It also has 76mm rapid-fire naval guns, two on each side, and a set of shore-defense-grade anti-ship missile launchers at the stern, with a range of up to 180 kilometers."

"It is no exaggeration to say that, apart from the naval formations of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, the navies of ordinary small countries are no match for this ship."

Cole introduced it with a face full of pride.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the direction of the dock, where dragon corpses covered with tarpaulins were being hoisted onto ships.

The sea breeze lifted a corner of the canvas, revealing silvery-white scales underneath. Even though the ancient creature had been dead for a long time, Cole felt his breath catch in his throat and even wanted to bow down the moment the scales shone in the sunlight.

Is it really possible for a hybrid to kill such a monster single-handedly?

Cole felt that the coastal defense guns didn't seem so reliable either.

"Of course, if we encounter something truly insurmountable during the voyage, we will still need your assistance."

Lin Yuan noticed that he used honorifics, but did not correct him; he simply nodded.

“No problem, Professor Schneider already told me to just let me know if I need anything.” He turned his head and glanced at Chu Zihang.

"As for routine matters, just contact Chu Zihang; he can represent me fully."

Lin Yuan comfortably became a hands-off manager, pushing all the blame onto Chu Zihang.

His super brain had long recognized Chu Zihang's abilities. Wouldn't it be a waste not to use such a reliable person?

Cole was also good at reading people's expressions, and he immediately nodded to Chu Zihang in a very tactful manner.

At that moment, a metallic clanging sound came from below the deck, and the heavy-duty door to the lower deck locked, indicating that the next-generation creature had been properly stored away.

The Nagirfa is ready to set sail at any time.

Seeing this, Cole looked at Lin Yuan. Since they were about to set sail, the micro-level operations could be handed over to the agent, but the route arrangement should obviously be decided by this ballast stone.

"We can set off now. How would you like to plan our sailing route?"

He took out a tablet from behind him and explained to Lin Yuan by sliding the electronic nautical chart on it.

"If we sail at full speed without stopping for supplies, we can reach Chicago in eighteen days. But if you find the sea boring and would like to enjoy the scenery along the way, we can also find a few beautiful islands on the map for a short stop."

"No need, just go full speed ahead." Lin Yuan shook his head. After experiencing so much on this trip, he was eager to return to the academy as soon as possible.

"Understood." Cole took out the walkie-talkie and gave the order.

"Notify the supply team to load according to the maximum range standard. Fill up fresh water and fuel tanks, and pack plenty of food of durable types. Depart in one hour."

An hour later, with a deep blast of its horn, the Nagirfa departed its berth in Alexandria.

Lunch was eaten in the ship's restaurant. Cole had obviously made arrangements in advance, and the ship's chef did his best to prepare the meal, which Lin Yuan found quite satisfactory.

After the meal, a sailor led Lin Yuan to his room.

The cabin that Cole arranged for him was much larger than his own captain's cabin, almost like a whole ocean-view apartment, fully equipped with all the necessities.

There was also a TV and the latest game console in the living room, clearly showing that they had even considered that he might get bored at sea.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Yuan wanted to lie down and take a nap, but he tossed and turned in bed and found that he wasn't sleepy at all. He had slept too long yesterday and was feeling incredibly energetic.

He decided to get up and take a stroll on the ship, since it was his first time on an ocean-going freighter.

Stepping out of the compartment and through the narrow metal corridor, there is a sealed door every few meters on both sides of the bulkhead, with the compartment number and purpose marked above it: weapons depot, ammunition depot, damage control equipment room.

He followed the iron ladder through the passage behind the cockpit to the deck.

In the afternoon, the Mediterranean Sea was a clear, deep blue, with the horizon blurred into a thin, silvery-white line.

The Nagirfa sailed at a speed of over twenty knots, cutting through the waves at its bow, the spray surging to both sides and making a continuous splashing sound.

On the deck, he saw Chu Zihang, who had taken off his shirt and was holding a wooden sword, engaging in the tedious "Suzhen" training.

Lin Yuan really didn't expect this guy to be so diligent, not even letting go of this little bit of free time on the ship.

Noticing the footsteps, Chu Zihang stopped what he was doing, nodded to Lin Yuan as a greeting, and then continued to swing his sword.

Lin Yuan didn't disturb him. He walked to the edge of the deck, leaned against the railing, and looked past Chu Zihang's rising and falling blades, landing on the distant sea.

He appeared to be watching Chu Zihang practice swordsmanship, but his mind was actually filled with other things.

After the ship entered international waters, the cell phone completely lost signal. Everything else on the ship was fine, but the lack of signal was quite frustrating. He would take out his phone every now and then and turn on the screen, wondering if Nuonuo was awake or not.

Just as Lin Yuan was lost in thought, Chu Zihang's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Is my posture incorrect?"

Lin Yuan snapped out of his daze and found that Chu Zihang had stopped training and was looking at him intently.

She obviously thought there was something wrong with his sword-fighting movements because he had been staring at her for a long time without saying anything.

"Ah, no, no." Lin Yuan quickly waved his hand.

"Your practice is quite standard. I didn't expect you to be so serious. I was stunned for a moment."

He was too embarrassed to admit that he was spacing out because he was thinking about women.

To cover up his distraction, he took the initiative and said, "Do you need me to practice with you?"

Chu Zihang thought about it seriously for two seconds and then refused decisively: "It's not necessary. The gap between us is too big, and fighting with you will hardly improve me."

Lin Yuan then realized that it had only been a few days since he and Chu Zihang sparred at the Lionheart Club training hall.

So much happened in between that it felt like several months had passed.

"Don't rush, keep training hard." Lin Yuan used the same words he had last time to comfort him.

"When your physique is strong enough, I will teach you some other things."

When Chu Zihang said this in the training hall last time, he just nodded silently in agreement.

But this time is different.

Chu Zihang did not immediately put away his sword and continue practicing, but instead asked another question.

"If I learn the methods you teach, will I have a chance to defeat the next generation?"

Chapter 113 Go back and confess directly

"No," Lin Yuan answered decisively.

"The power of the next generation is beyond your imagination. I don't want to lie to you and give you unrealistic fantasies, which would only lead to your needless death."