Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 622 Forgotten History

Following Paxi's chanting, the coffins inherited from the ancient alchemists vibrated, and the alchemy matrix connected to them was running at high speed at the same time, gradually lighting up a little bit of light on the blank stone walls hidden in the darkness around them.

Caesar looked around and discovered for the first time that this hidden underground space was unexpectedly large. Rows of coffins surrounded the city in a semicircle, and in the middle was the open space where Caesar and others stood.

Caesar counted the number of coffins that were exposed, only to realize that the ancestors sealed up by the family were far more than he imagined. Coffins of different styles were lined up in the distance, but the existence in them must have died.

On the edge of the site, there is a cave-like stone wall, which is ancient and vicissitudes, as if it has witnessed the changes of the times.

Now, spots of light began to appear on the rock wall, and the spots of light moved, drawing images one after another.

Passy, ​​who was kneeling on the ground, struggled to get up, took a breath, got up a little weakly, but immediately looked at Caesar: "Why are you alright?"

"What's the matter with me?" Caesar spread his hands in confusion, "Maybe it's because I have a stronger will?"

Passy shook his head: "It's not this one. The arrangement of coffins here forms a special pattern. When we were learning family knowledge, we were planted with psychological hints."

"As long as you realize that pattern, you will enter the state of spiritual vision, and then recite the dragon language."

Caesar glanced at his mother next to him, grinned and said indifferently, "No wonder, that's why I didn't take much class back then."

As a mediocre student, Caesar has always been a loyal believer of Long Live Pass. He will work hard to review books before the exam. As for the rest of the time, he is probably used to sleep in class and be in a daze.

Passi said with some reluctance: "Recall, the Gattuso family's alchemy machinery class, the third alchemy matrix variant taught in the second section of the third sheet."

Caesar pressed Percy's shoulder, winked regretfully and said: "I am a liberal arts student, if you ask me when the Gattuso family joined the secret party, I can still answer, but I have always fell asleep."

"What year was that?" Patsy asked blankly.

"In [-], the family was threatened by Mussolini, so they joined the secret party and supported a large number of guerrillas." Caesar patted Passi on the shoulder and walked towards the distant stone wall: "Look, I'm still studying hard."

Percy shrugged and followed behind Caesar, Guerweger looked at the two children with a kind smile, did not step forward, but quietly picked up the bones.

She is a little woman, she doesn't want to, and she doesn't understand such complicated things.

Caesar stood in front of the pattern outlined by the light spots, turned his head and asked, "Do you see anything?"

"It's a special kind of fluorescent material. After the alchemy matrix is ​​activated, it will emit light of a specific wavelength, and the material will emit light when it is irradiated by light." Passy briefly explained the principle of pattern luminescence.

"That's not what I asked." Caesar looked at his brother speechlessly: "Are you planning to go to the mechanical department?"

"Anyway, I can't be the same as you." Percy replied, he looked at the pattern above, the picture formed by those lines was like a child's stick figure, extremely abstract and funny.

"I seem to have heard about this kind of pattern from the headmaster." Caesar knocked on his head, and he hated the book when he was done using it. He couldn't think of what Angers said back then: "It's used by the dragons to decorate the palace. Essentially... ..."

"It's Longwen, but it's just written differently." Passy replied quickly, and Caesar gave his brother a sideways look. He could only say that this was the difference between the third-year veteran and the first-year freshman.

"Okay, Dr. Passy, ​​what are you going to do next?" Caesar put his arms around his younger brother's shoulders, and Passy ignored him, as Caesar would do when he wanted to copy his homework when he was a child.

Passy stared at the mural above, and replied without any ups and downs in his tone: "Just stare at the pattern and enter the state of spiritual vision, and you will be able to see the message left behind."

"According to the situation of the mural, this kind of spiritual vision should only be triggered by a specific bloodline." Percy looked at his brother: "For example, you, Caesar, your bloodline is the dream of the family, and the message left behind must be for you. of."

After hearing this, Caesar raised his head, took a deep breath, and released Kamaitachi's speech spirit, desperately agitating the dragon's blood, trying to enter the state of spiritual vision in this way.

The weasel roared and chattered in the basement, Caesar held his head high, like an emperor standing on a palace, but as time passed, the unchanged situation made the boy in the pose a little embarrassed.

"Huh, it doesn't seem to work." Caesar put away his speech, moved his stiff shoulders, and turned his head: "I don't think I'm suitable."

"Impossible, your bloodline should be the best..." Paxi froze there, at this moment Guerweiger came over, touched Paxi's head with a smile, and explained: " There is another kind of blood in Caesar's body."

"How can human blood compare with the blood given by gods?"

Perhaps the blood of the Gattuso family, which took more than a hundred years of breeding, is very powerful, but compared with the blood of the golden dragon bestowed by Caesar, it is nothing like cloud and mud.

In fact, if the blood in Caesar's body is taken for testing, it will be found that his blood is not even as good as a C-rank hybrid. See.

As for the 3E exam that year, Caesar would not tell Percy that he solved the problem by relying on the proficiency of language imposed by Ender.

"So it's still up to you." Caesar patted Passi on the shoulder: "As I said, you will be the next Patriarch Gattuso."

Percy pulled Caesar's hand away, stood in front of the pattern, his eyes quietly changed color, and then huge heat radiated from his skin.

It was a stunt called violent blood, and Paxi raised his head. Under the state of maximizing the dragon's blood, those simple lines became active, like vines pulling Paxi into the state of spiritual vision.

He saw information from ancient times. On the land of Europe, a group of humans in strange costumes were running around. Behind the crowd was a figure riding an eight-legged Pegasus and holding a spear.

Odin raised his horse's hooves and stepped over countless corpses. The sound of hooves was leisurely, as if he was strolling in the courtyard. Then he raised his spear high, and the terrifying artifact flew out, nailing the leader of the crowd to the ground.

Passi suddenly realized that they were the ancestors of the Gattuso family. They may not have the surname of Gattuso, but they have become enemies of the Dragon Clan.

How can ordinary people resist the slaughter of a dragon king? The fleeing people were killed one after another. Odin slowly drew out his spear, and just now, the eight-legged Pegasus kicked the last living human being to death.

It was a pregnant woman who was pregnant for ten months, until Odin walked away at a fashionable pace, and a baby's cry sounded among the corpses.

A baby, born in a corpse.

(End of this chapter)