Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"Before leaving Chicago, Ange summoned all the school directors to the Night Watchman's Bell Tower. There we learned that people with truly strong spirits are able to break through the boundary between the realm of the dead and the real world and perceive the malice from the virtual world." Frost had a blank expression.
"Last winter, Lu Mingfei had felt the gaze of Odin hiding behind the unusual rainstorm. In order to facilitate his next move, this young man who was highly expected by Ange chose to use himself as bait to lure Odin and his domain away from Kassel Academy, and use this as an opportunity for the Night Watch to repair and strengthen the alchemical matrix that can resist the prying eyes of the Nibelungen Beacon."

"So what does this mean?"

"The academy is not an iron wall. It is even riddled with holes. Odin is using methods that humans cannot understand to crack the alchemical matrix of the Night's Watch, and the ice cellar is his main target." Frost said.

"Our most valuable collection is undoubtedly the skeleton of Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire. Apart from that, I can't imagine anything else that could attract the attention of a first-generation species."

Before June 2009, the hybrid world once believed that the gods living in Asgard in Norse mythology were just illusions fabricated by humans throughout the long history.

But Odin, who arrived at Kuimen while the academy was carrying out the Bronze City mission, completely shattered this mainstream view that had existed for thousands of years.

The twilight doctrine of believing in Odin and the gods of Asgard was turned out from the shadow of history at the end of the 19th century. This is why Professor Mance, Selma, and Jude Aki were sent to Oslo by Angers and Frost and boarded the icebreaker controlled by the Far North.

However, to date, everyone who knows about the Kuimen incident and the attack on Lu Mingfei in Chicago, including Ange and Frost, still believes that Odin is just a dragon king who hides himself.

This is a sinister and cunning first-generation species. Perhaps it had been hatched from the Boneyard hundreds or even thousands of years ago and has been lurking in human society.

His influence spreads all over the world, and Kassel College is also full of Odin's tentacles.

The existence of Odin also confirms the definition of dragons that the Camarilla has had for thousands of years. The so-called dragons are by no means those stupid big creatures in Western knight novels that can only breathe fire, flap their wings, rush into the castle and snatch the princess.

They are at the top of the food chain and evolutionary chain, and they owned the world long before humans.

High-level dragons are far more intelligent than humans and possess god-like powers.

Such enemies hide in the shadows of society, always waiting to subvert human civilization.

"But Norton's bones were placed by the principal in the Well of Annihilation at the deepest part of the ice cellar. As far as I know, thousands of tons of mercury were used to build the world's second largest alchemical matrix there, and no one has been able to break in so far." Caesar murmured in a low voice.

At the bottom of the ice cellar in the Kassel Academy warehouse is an underground cave eroded by tens of millions of years of water, and it is also the place where everything is buried. Here are the top collections and the most dangerous items that are most likely to get out of control, such as the dragon bone cross.

An extremely powerful alchemical field fills this space. The "field" is generated by the alchemical matrix, releasing effects similar to "Word Spirit·Precepts", forcibly suppressing the collections.

It's impossible for anyone to invade that kind of place, not even a dragon.

Although they were talking about Odin in no uncertain terms at this time, Pompey's extremely arrogant face always appeared in Caesar's eyes.

The information says that Star Maria took a submarine to the Arctic on the eve of Germany's surrender, where she suffered genetic contamination from some mysterious creature, thus becoming the first generation saint of the Far North.

Considering the Greenland Ice Sea incident that Fingel had personally experienced, it is not difficult to guess that there may be another first-generation species hidden in the Arctic who is no less powerful than Odin.

In other words, Star Maria is actually a hybrid contaminated by dragon genes. Then what is Gulveig, who was cloned using Star Maria's genes?
And what about him?
Caesar Gattuso, if his father was a first-generation dragon who once sat on the throne during the era of co-rule of kings, and his mother was a real half-dragon, then what was he?
One piece...

Dangerous sub-generation?

Caesar supported his knees with his hands, frowned and smoked the cigarette fiercely.

He was in a state of confusion, but the kamaitachi's territory expanded to an incredible extent with the wind, and the movements of the entire mountain were within his reach.

This place is not far from the battlefields of Lu Mingfei and Angers. If necessary, Caesar can immediately support either of them.

"Caesar, you should know how dragons evolve." Frost said.

"Devour, devour the bones of your own kind," said Caesar.

Similar fallacies have appeared in human history. Some people believe that eating the corpses of their own kind can gain the power of the same kind.

In a sense, this can be called a dark ritual with a strong religious sense.

But in the dragon civilization, power is hidden in their bones. Eating bones means eating power and authority.

Those who dream of obtaining the Dragon Bone Cross have never been humans. Those who covet this greatest crown in history have always been Norton's fellow tribesmen.

"We compared His Majesty Norton with Attila, the King of Earth and Mountains who once led the Hun Empire to attack the whole of Europe. The expert group believes that Norton has devoured his brother Constantine and become a greater monarch above the four kings." Frost's fingers stroked the bronze box beside him.

"Above the four monarchs, what is that? A supreme being like the White King?" Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly, and his golden pupils shrank into slits and seeped out from the slits of his eyes like flickering will-o'-the-wisp.

"We also know that Odin can control puppets that are as powerful as the king. He may also be the first generation that devoured his own brother." Frost told Caesar without reservation the most shocking secret that the academy had discovered in recent years.

In the invisible realm, Caesar could faintly hear the sound of horse hooves coming from afar.

In that person's eyes, was the principal really the most threatening? He even came in person and used the Nibelungen to bring Ange and Chu Zihang into the kingdom of the dead.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the hazy sky in the distance through the gap in the window screen.

Cigarette ash fell, and blue smoke rose straight up in the windless room like a thin line.

From ancient times to the present day, from the Age of Gods to the co-rule of kings, and to the world ruled by humans today, there have only been two people who can be called the Supreme, namely the ancient Black King Nidhogg and the White King who was punished and killed on the ice sea by the Black King.

A new Supreme, if he wants to go one step further and become the new Black King, or even surpass the Black King.

What he wants to devour is definitely not just the next generation species. Only the skeleton of the Dragon King can bring him a slight improvement.

The Well of Annihilation is only the most solid warehouse in the world in theory, but it is not absolutely unbreakable. Odin has endless time to do this.

"Anyway, I'm still not sure that Pompeii is Odin." Frost lowered his eyelids, "But the Gattuso family has always been the most determined dragon slayer. We are the great wall between darkness and light. Since we still regarded ourselves as the Mafia, any dragon that set foot in Sicily has been beheaded by us. This time will be no exception."

The old man, whose expression was as hard as steel, still held his walking stick in one hand and the bronze box tightly with the other.

With Caesar's knowledge of the cultural relics world, he could tell at a glance that this thing should be some kind of antique.

Its surface is covered with patterns similar to those on Damascus steel, and its shape is like a shrunken coffin that can only hold a baby. One side is equipped with a golden dragon head, and the other side is equipped with a rhinoceros head.

Judging from its shape and texture, it should have come from the vicinity of ancient Jerusalem. The creatures guarding the coffin are the earth monster Behemoth and the sea monster Leviathan.

Frost noticed that Caesar was looking at the box. He raised his head, and a golden luster appeared in his cold blue eyes.

The coffin lid was slowly pushed open. Caesar, who was thousands of kilometers away, saw what was in the coffin and the expression on his face changed drastically.

It was a skeleton as solemn as red copper, only a part of a complete skeleton, but still hideous and beautiful, as if someone had lifted a corner of the boundary between God and Hell.

"We got this coffin that can suppress the activity of dragon embryos from the Pope, and the Night Watch added some indestructible alchemical matrices on it." Frost looked at the damaged skeleton, and a solemn scene was reflected in his eyes.
"His Majesty Norton's dragon bone crosses are all divided and sealed with similar materials. As long as it is still in the Well of Annihilation, no aliens who want to revive the dragon civilization will be able to break in, and Norton will not be able to come back to life."

"But you brought it out," Caesar said. He picked up a cell phone from the sofa and clicked on Frost's location record. The screen immediately showed a mess of lines. There was no pattern, and it was circling in the wilderness of the mountains in Illinois.

"And uncle, you've already let the driver drive aimlessly in the wilderness for two hours. According to your report to the family and... your bastard dad, you should have boarded the private plane parked on the runway of Chicago International Airport." Caesar said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

"Remember what I once said to you? In the Cathedral of Santa Maria."

"What?" Caesar stood up and walked straight through Frost's body.

He came to the window on the other side of the safe house and looked out. He could already see the dark water line spreading across the entire city from the direction of Tokyo Bay and slowly approaching the mountains.

The ground was shaking slightly. The disaster was definitely not just a tsunami. This country was originally located on an active volcanic belt. It seemed like it was about to sink into the sea.

The cabinet and the prime minister have already evacuated, and the only ones still holding their posts are the weather monitoring personnel who have been entrusted with important tasks.

There were wind, rain, thunder, and gunfire coming from the direction of Hongjing. The execution team responsible for beheading the Yamata no Orochi was fighting a fierce battle with something.

The nearby US garrison and the Self-Defense Forces have challenged Caesar many times. A battle of this intensity is obviously no less intense than a small war.

"Today, the authority of the Sword of Punishment at an altitude of 1,020 kilometers in the Earth's orbit has been completely delivered to you. If one day you are faced with the decision of whether to launch the Sword of Punishment at the Dragon King, do not hesitate, press the launch button. It doesn't matter even if it means sacrificing many lives. All the sins will be borne by me." Frost said lightly.

Caesar tightly grasped the antique silver ring on his right index finger.

He turned around to look at Frost, who was in a translucent blue color and had his back to him. The girl, who was also in a translucent blue color, was sitting quietly in a corner of the room.

The old man's shoulders were so broad that they seemed able to hold up the collapsing sky.

"EVA, can you check where the Sword of Retribution is?" Caesar said softly.

"The world-destroying weapon system that has been integrated with the Word Spirit. Rhine is hovering above Mr. Frost." EVA said softly.

Caesar sat down again opposite Frost, his back as straight as the spire of Milan Cathedral.

"Even if Pompey is a dragon, what does it matter? Haven't you and the old guys in your family always longed to rule the world?" Caesar said.

His face was expressionless, and his features were as hard as if they were carved from rock.

"The war has already begun, Caesar." Frost smiled and reached out to pat Caesar's shoulder. When the arm supported by the bright blue light touched Caesar's body, interference ripples spread throughout the old man's body.

"I do this to tell you that Gattuso is not the dragon Gattuso, but the human Gattuso." Frost looked up at the window, his face illuminated by some inexplicable light, and the piercing scream of brake pads biting the tires and rubbing against the ground came from all directions in the stereo sound effects.

"We will always be honorable dragon slayers, not vile traitors!" Frost stood up from his chair. He was so tall that he had to bend over, but his hand was still on the coffin containing Norton's bones.

The sound of rain was mixed with the sound of dense footsteps, and the elite that the family had trained for decades arrived around the car in a very short time.

Caesar stared quietly into Frost's eyes, which were so close to him. He said nothing, but he felt as if a sound like a glacier cracking came from his body, and his heart seemed to be breaking in pain.

The golden-red light enveloped Frost from all directions.

Caesar knew that was because God had descended upon Frost in Chicago.

The sound of majestic horse hooves echoed all around, the bright light grew brighter, and the sound of gunfire like the roar of a giant beast rang out beside Frost.

At the same time, the sound of bones breaking and reassembling came from Frost's body. Dense green scales were drilling out of his skin, opening and closing bloodily, making a roaring sound like iron sheets clasping together.

"The prey has walked into the trap, Caesar, the gun is in your hand." Frost's voice was as hard as chewing steel. He stood up suddenly and actually tore the alloy-forged bulletproof car cover.

The blazing skylight finally fell unscrupulously into Caesar's eyes, and he saw that thing, a bright figure walking out of the flaming cloud mountain!

The god sat on the monster-like Sleipnir, looking down at Frost.

After being injected with serum and using the blood-burst technique, dozens of Gattuso's elite soldiers, whose bodies looked as ferocious as evil spirits, spread their bloody bone wings behind them and soared into the sky.

But the flames surrounding the huge figure suddenly expanded, and when the flames touched the skin of these evil spirits, they immediately burned them to ashes, like vampires touching the sunlight.

In the end, only God and Frost were left staring at each other from a distance.

Odin looked down at the old man, the flames fluttering around him like shining wings.

But the god did not raise his spear. The majestic horse stomped its front hooves down, and fine lightning fragments spewed out of its mouth and nostrils.

"Brother," God said.
"You really betrayed me."

His voice was as loud as a mountain collapsing.

Frost, however, showed an expression of relief on his hard face.

A certain realm opened up silently, not to kill God, but to trap Him.

"Did you hear that, Caesar? We were right," Frost whispered.

Then there was a flashing sound of electricity, and finally the communication was interrupted.

The room fell silent, all the diffraction gratings dimmed, leaving only the surreal girl.

Caesar slumped on the sofa, as if his bones had been pulled out.

The antique silver ring on his index finger had been inserted into the groove that activated the Heavenly Punishment System. The blond boy should have been as proud as a lion, but at this moment he was frustrated and sad.

"The Sword of Scourge has been locked..."

"coordinate……"

"calibration……"

"emission!"

EVA suddenly stood up and looked far towards the east.

That's the direction of Chicago. (End of this chapter)