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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 mobile phone from the sofa and clicked on Frost's location record. A mess of lines immediately appeared on the screen of the phone.
There was no pattern, just going in circles in the wilds of the Illinois mountains.
"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.
Chapter 401: The Rebel Dies for Loyalty
"What kind of power could keep God where he is and let him be killed by divine punishment?" The girl, still wearing her Eton uniform, stood on tiptoe and looked beyond the distant mountains.
Her facial features were extremely delicate. Even Lu Mingfei could only sigh that perhaps only Junior Sister and the Princess could stand a chance against this girl.
Nowadays, the social atmosphere is open, and even girls from old aristocratic schools like Eton College have begun to embark on the road of internationalization. They draw their eyebrows and paint their hair at a young age, and look graceful. Walking along the bank of the Thames and looking at Windsor Palace in the distance, the girls are always dressed in fragrant clothes and have affectionate eyes.
But this girl was clean and tidy, her pupils were as clear and bright as emeralds, her eyebrows were not slender but very spiritual, and her long hair was tied into a round bun on top of her head.
She stood in the rare sunshine of November in Illinois, leaning against the carved railings of Odin Plaza, the highest point in the entire college, with dark red granite under her feet and a layer of shiny marble tiles.
The wind swayed the redwoods and beech trees all over the mountain, like waves in an ocean of red and dark green. The girl also stood in the wind, her dark green hairband fluttering in the wind, her school uniform clinging to her waist and chest. Although she still looked like a child, she had grown into a graceful young lady, as charming as an iris swaying in the wind.
The old butler, wearing white gloves and a black tuxedo, stood two steps behind the child with his eyelids lowered respectfully. Another rather bloated shadow was cast by the sunlight at his feet.
"Even if I were given a year, thousands of tons of mercury, unlimited alchemical materials, and hundreds of years of Flamel's knowledge, it would not be enough to create an alchemical matrix that could seal the first generation."
The fat and plump old man stood beside Charlotte Gottingen with his hands on his hips, his eyes reflecting the sunset and the turbulent flow of elements blooming like black poppies in the wilderness far away under the sunset.
"As the heir of this generation, my mind is filled with the most complete relevant knowledge in the world... I think the Gottingen family, which has a long tradition of alchemy, is similar to me, right?" The vice-president said this with a domineering attitude, as if no one else could do it better than him, even though he was actually explaining something he could not do.
The childish Miss Charlotte wrinkled her pretty nose, and out of courtesy did not ask the teacher Flamel who should be respected in the mixed-blood society to put away the low-quality red wine in his hand.
From the perspective of the college, it is actually somewhat difficult to understand why the vice-president can still stand on the Odin Square, which represents honor, with such a calm and even complacent expression.
In fact, the administrator of the Night Watch forum had banned everyone a few hours ago, and all posts within the past forty-eight hours had been deleted by EVA.
Considering that the old vice-president stole Angers' private plane and sneaked back to Kassel College at the beginning of the Tokyo War, his behavior is obviously understandable.
Even a thick-skinned vice-president had to succumb to the students' verbal attacks, and then cunningly closed the forum where these traitors, who he described as "lack of vision" and "no respect for teachers at all", expressed their opinions.
"In essence, alchemy from the dragon race is similar to our science. Both are means of exploring the truth of the world." Charlotte whispered.
"But unlike science, the hybrids' search for the truth through alchemy is actually to discover the path that the ancient dragons have already taken. The seven alchemy kingdoms known to us so far all come from the kings before the era of co-rule of kings. The Black Emperor Nidhogg and the Bronze and Fire King Norton laid the foundation for alchemy... The knowledge of the Gottingen family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the inheritance of Mentor Flamel has also been passed down for thousands of years. However, alchemy is still a mountain in front of us. We can only look up at the huge shadow at the foot of this mountain."