Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The Harley-Davidson roared and accelerated, and the big headlights in front of the car on the asphalt road along the river drew a huge sharp angle like a glowing sword.

There are countless luxurious and expensive motorcycles in the world, but Caesar has always only liked Harley.

It was just because the last gift that the woman who was a disgrace to the family gave to Caesar before her death was Harley.

Now this modified Davidson was roaring like a lion or tiger, and both the black body and the blond man on the body were soaked.

Caesar thought of his mother, but he didn't know her first name and only occasionally learned her last name from his uncle.

Gulveg, a surname taken from the name of God.

She probably has the blood of some ancient supreme being flowing in her body, but because she is just a clone, the elders regard her as an ominous woman.

The field of sickle-weasels followed the galloping Caesar, the expression on his face so hard that it reminded people of the jagged limestone.

An hour ago, he buried Frost and his father Pompey with his own hands. Before his death, the old man with gray hair and bent back never mentioned the noble bloodline of the Gattuso family again.

Frost Gattuso just kept repeating the honor of the dragon slayer and kept telling Caesar that their family did not belong to the dragon species, but to humans.

It wasn't until the Sword of Scourge tore through the clouds and fell upon the land of Chicago that Caesar finally began to respect his uncle.

That selfish and ambitious man had always dreamed of pushing the Gattuso family to the top of the world. At the last moment, he only had to kneel before God to get what he had been dreaming of for decades, but that guy finally chose to uphold the justice of his family ancestors.

If the ancestors buried under the Pantheon were to erect tombstones in the Bay of Genoa, the forest of tombstones would fill up the entire beach. It would be an immortal monument in the history of slaying dragons.

The living old people may have succumbed, but the dead sages in heaven will stroke Frost's head and say, "Child, there is a crown of righteousness reserved for you in this world."

Caesar suddenly chuckled.

Frost is the real Gattuso, but how could the real Gattuso go to heaven alone?

Gods and demons alike will go to hell, and this war will never end.

After they die, they will not go to heaven, they will go to hell and kill God again.

At a certain moment, Caesar's brows suddenly twisted together.

The rainstorm poured down on the man's face, and in the rain curtain that burst into mist, the pair of ice-blue pupils silently overflowed with a red-gold color.

He suddenly realized that both he and Frost had overlooked something very important. If Pompey was Odin, and he really died from the sword of punishment launched by the Sky Patrol satellite in low-Earth orbit just now and was wiped out from this world, then what about those puppets named after Odin?

What about those false gods who wore masks and brought the principal and Chu Zihang into the Nibelung?

If the original body dies, should the puppet also die?
Or, will the controlled puppet regain its freedom?

No matter what, the kingdom of the dead that took Ange and Chu Zihang away from the real world should collapse, right?

Dick Tuduo drew his knife silently, and the short hunting knife swung out in an arc like cutting through waves, sweeping away the rushing rain.

Then the rain curtain that was cascading around Caesar shook violently, and the shock wave spread out into an invisible area.

Yan Ling. Kama Weasel.

Even though his bloodline had been refined to the point where he could evolve the Kamaitachi into a Vampire Scythe after undergoing the Nibelung Project, Caesar rarely transformed the Kamaitachi into a Vampire Scythe except when facing a large number of Deadpools or dragon subspecies.

The elves in the wind screamed in all directions, as if the mountains were under their control.

An incredibly huge area covered almost an entire mountain in a very short time. When thousands of sickle-weasels moved, their wings rolled up turbulent air currents, and the rain curtain was swept in all directions.

The water carried by the wind formed jagged ridges at the edge of the sky like an iron wall, as if there was some real sword hidden in the dense rain.

They moved forward along with the Harley motorcycles, destroying the forests in the mountains like huge rotating saw teeth.

Caesar slammed the brakes, and the Harley motorcycle was locked with a sharp brake sound in a few seconds.

He turned around suddenly, and the men from the Gattuso family who were still following him lit up their golden eyes. Although the heavy motorcycles had stopped, the roar of their engines continued one after another.

It's like an army.

But what made Caesar turn back was not the elite members of the Gasoso family who followed him to the final battlefield, but the countless surging heartbeats spreading out from the edge of the realm into the endless darkness!

The sickle-tailed weasel whizzing past in the strong wind brought back the sound of dense heartbeats that seemed to be echoing from across a mountain. The frequency of these heartbeats was almost completely consistent. In Caesar's perception, it was like a bronze war drum being beaten!

No matter whose heart was beating wildly in his chest, Caesar could be sure that those things were definitely not simple humans.

Their heart rates even exceeded 350 beats per minute, and even the myocardium of a hybrid would be torn by this level of pacing.

Caesar had dealt with those fallen hybrids of the Demon Clan who had taken evolution drugs before. The imperfect Molotov cocktail created by the legendary King General could not really evolve the hybrids into pure dragons, but only accelerated the process of their mutation into Deadpool.

But those desperate criminals who join the Ghost Clan because they have no other options do not know that within a few days after being injected with the purification drug, they will possess extremely powerful strength, which is even enough for them to obtain rights in the world of hybrids that they never dared to imagine before.

During this period of time, these people have not yet been transformed into dead bodies, but the dragon's genes have begun to suppress human genes. Their sanity has been suppressed and deprived without their knowledge, and they have become crazy, irritable, and keen on killing.

Three months ago, all hybrids who dared to inject the evolutionary drug would be treated as guests of honor by the ghosts. This was a very hypocritical respect.

They degenerate into real Deadpools at an incredible speed. In the process, they kill people everywhere without using guns or blades. Cruel killing is what these lunatics are most passionate about.

This is also the reason why there are very few precedents of fallen hybrids who use purification drugs and eventually become Deadpool.

Because at that time the Yaki Eight Families still had control over the entire Japanese underworld, any hybrid that was completely out of control would be killed by the demon slayers in the Enforcement Bureau.

They have no chance of becoming Deadpools, and in the process they will be filled into concrete piles and sunk into Tokyo Bay.

But even for those fallen hybrids whose body functions collapsed and adrenaline secretion accelerated due to injection of evolutionary drugs, their heart rate usually does not exceed three hundred.

What comes in groups and has a heart rate of 350?

Caesar looked at himself in the rearview mirror, and the next second his blood began to surge. The hot blood surged in his veins, and his body's abilities were fully enhanced.

He had a secret that he had never shared with anyone.

Frost once said to Caesar, "Caesar, you can use the Road to God without restraint, because you have pure and thorough human will, and the dragon gene in your body can never overwhelm the human gene. At that time, Caesar was as proud as the sun in the sky. After obtaining the blood-blasting technology, he would not hide it like those dying ambitious people, but use it frequently.

He had already prepared himself for the situation like Chu Zihang, where his dragon blood would become so violent that it could no longer be suppressed and even his golden eyes could no longer be extinguished.

But in the end, nothing happened to him.

When Frost said that to him, Caesar accepted it without hesitation.

In the first twenty years of his life, everyone told Caesar that he was the only protagonist in the world and that his future was so bright and glorious that even he could not imagine it. Caesar was also very proud of himself and thought that he was the one and only one in a million.

But now I think that dragon blood cannot become violent in Caesar's body, perhaps because his genes originally came from one of the greatest supreme beings?

It's really ironic that the so-called road to becoming a god was supposed to gradually release the Tyrannosaurus will suppressed in the hearts of humans, but now it has become a shortcut for him to return to the position he was supposed to be in.

The rain was pouring down, and branches of lightning flashed across the dark clouds.

The sound of the tide echoed in my ears, and in the light of lightning falling from the sky, everyone's face was as hard as a sculpture carved out of granite.

Suddenly, an extremely cold air rose from Caesar's coccyx along the spine, and finally pierced into the top of his head.

At a certain moment, the lightning went out, and the ionization phenomenon sweeping back and forth in the clouds and mountains had not yet had time to dissipate, and the next lightning roared from one end of the sky to the other side of the sky.

Amid the flashes of light, a huge shadow suddenly appeared above the Tama River where huge waves were rolling. The shadow stretched from one side of the river bank to the other side, towering like a mountain range reaching to the sky!

Caesar spat fiercely, turned the car around suddenly, and the engine roared again!

It was an elevated bridge that was not supposed to exist on this river. The shadow of the bridge was twisted and distorted in the surging river surface, like a giant black dragon.

The asphalt road under their feet became smoother at some point. The dripping rain in the darkness on both sides even drowned out the rumbling sound of the tide. Black shadows stood up from the rain and lowered their heads in silence.

But it seemed that only Caesar could see those shadows, while others could only see the viaduct that appeared like a miracle across the Tama River.

Fortunately, today's Tokyo has brought enough shocks to Kassel Academy and the mixed-blood world. The elite of the Gattuso family can be regarded as people who have seen the world. At this moment, such an incredible scene happened before their eyes. The first reaction of these people was not to turn around and run away, but to turn the car around and start the engine like Caesar, while holding a sharp long knife in his hand.

Caesar rode his Harley motorcycle to the front of the team again.

He loaded two Desert Eagles in front of everyone, but when he put the two guns back to his waist, he suddenly froze.

In the oncoming strong wind, the kamaitachi brought back sporadic, melodious organ sounds.

There was a girl singing a sad tune on the organ. It was an Irish folk song.

Caesar was struck by lightning in the rainstorm. He suddenly recalled what Chu Zihang had told him and Lu Mingfei, that he had accidentally entered Nibelung many years ago.

The mark of God, Maybach 62S, stormy night, elevated road, limited edition luxury car.

There is also the father who roars like a lion and the Irish folk songs that never stop playing in the Maybach.

The Nibelungs did not collapse.

As expected, Ange and Chu Zihang were still trapped in the kingdom of the dead.

Now the Nibelungen Gate was right in front of Caesar. The strong wind blew away the branches that blocked the sign at the entrance of the viaduct, on which was written "Elevated Road No. 0" in Arabic numerals and Chinese.

"That's really your style, you bastard dad." Caesar said softly, "You don't use Italian or Dragon language, and you even use Chinese to mark the gate of Nibelung..."

The Harley motorcycle started up with a roar, and Caesar lay on the motorcycle without hesitation and rushed into the viaduct like a running cheetah.

As expected, he had entered another world. Countless heartbeats and roars surrounded Caesar. The towering iron street lamps were lit one after another. This road that seemed to be suspended in the endless void was exposed to Caesar unscrupulously.

Behind him, dozens of heavy machines accelerated and rushed into the Nibelungen at the same time. Hundreds of black shadows in the accumulated water were immediately blasted to pieces by mercury-containing bullets or cut in half by heavy long swords before they could even stand still.

Odin's heroic spirit is no match for the army that the Gattuso family has raised over the past few decades, not to mention that they are the guards following Caesar, each of them is an elite among the elites.

In front of these people, the heroic spirits condensed by alchemy are just prey.

The followers silently and efficiently cleared the obstacles on Caesar's road. Those who used long swords lay on the motorcycle, and their long swords drew meteor-like lines of fire on the ground, using the blades to cut the oncoming Deadpool.

Those who used guns turned into a torrent of steel, and anything that stood in their way was torn into pieces!

There was no heroic spirit in Caesar's eyes. He just kept moving forward following the Irish folk song, and even a faint blue flame was spewing out of the jet pipe of the locomotive.

At a certain moment, he finally stopped in front of a magnificent ball of bright light.

Two ferocious human figures were fighting each other in the transparent red air curtain.

Chu Zihang and Odin slashed at each other with knives and huge swords. They were so fast, so fast that they could almost travel through time!

The battered Maybach was parked not far away. The black shadows roared hoarsely but did not dare to approach the luxury car.

Caesar heard a faint heartbeat in the car.

He looked over and saw the frail old man fastened to the passenger seat by a seat belt in a posture that looked as if he was dead.

In the end, the boy did not run away.

The desperado finally found his only support for survival, and his son was finally able to bring his father back home. How could he run away like a coward?

Chu Zihang leaped up in the fierce light, surrounded by countless golden meteors. He glared like a King Kong and roared like a lion. At this moment, in Caesar's eyes, the man's back looked as hideous as a devil and as insurmountable as a mountain.

Chu Zihang's low roar came from the wind, the sound was hard and harsh, like chewing steel or holding a blade between teeth.

He was so angry, so angry, that the fire of anger was going to set the world on fire!

He says,

"God, come on, it's time for us to settle the accounts!"

In the flash of the sword, Caesar saw Odin's face, whose mask was almost broken. It was a face that was 70% similar to Chu Zihang's. (End of this chapter)