Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 314 Jedi Knight
"Boss, drink water, you've worked hard, I'll rub your shoulders." The former vice minister of the Ministry of Information smiled enthusiastically, and went back and forth, just to listen to the teachings of the great leader His Excellency Fingel again.

As we all know, the most united department in Kassel College is the News Department. All members of the News Department love their boss and follow them to the death during their three to four years of college career. guy running...

"Boss, it's no wonder the school hasn't graduated you for so many years. You are the school's ultimate humanoid weapon!" The deputy minister looked excited, and his eyes were full of little stars... They all respected the great leader!
The great leader was unmoved, squinting his eyes and enjoying the long-lost massage from his former younger brother.

The deputy minister was not discouraged, but rejoiced and said happily: "Boss, it's time to call the people. As long as you give an order, I will go and call all the brothers. I believe that the executive department can be renamed the news department in the near future." Department!"

The great leader raised his eyelids slightly, as if he had some interest in the scene he described.

The deputy minister has not forgotten the fine traditions of the Ministry of Information after two years of graduation. He has keen observation and strikes while the iron is hot: "Boss, brothers have been waiting for many years, just waiting for your order!"

The team members on the side squatted in the corner, silently watching the captain's flattering appearance, they exchanged glances with each other, and were silent with each other.

It's all in the eyes!

I don't know, I thought this was about to throw a cup uprising...

After a while, the captain came to the team members with his head held high and his chest high, and solemnly announced: "Everyone go back to their houses and have a good night's rest. We will set off tomorrow to Greenland!"

The team members looked at each other, and someone mustered up the courage to ask, "Captain, why are you going to Greenland?"

The captain was surprised: "Is there any need to ask? Of course it is to perform the task."

Someone bit the bullet and said, "Didn't we just finish a round of missions? According to the rules, we should have a short vacation."

The captain said sadly: "Young people should look farther and have a holiday. Do you have the nerve to ask for a holiday at this age? How can there be a future if you don't work hard?"

The team member mumbled: "But didn't you say before that if you want to live a long time, you have to fish hard?"

The captain said righteously: "Do you know what it means that today is different from the past? Stop talking nonsense, in a word, whether you will get the credit for whoring for nothing."

……

Fingal went into the next room.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine, Sergeant Henkel was leaning on the bed, holding the alchemy revolver stuffed with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, pointing the gun at the symbolically bound dragon.

The latter still appears to be in a coma.

Seeing Fingel walking in, Henkel looked unkind, and said angrily, "Are you really not afraid of accidents, you trust me so much?"

Fingel sat down on the edge of Henkel's bed unceremoniously, and the bed suddenly sank into a depression.

He shrugged and said, "I don't trust you, what I trust is this alchemy revolver 'Texas Dawn'."

Henkel glanced at him, slowly put away the huge revolver, and said slowly: "Don't worry about it, this gun will definitely be buried with me after I die."

Fingel's heart ached like he was cutting flesh in his heart: "Isn't this reckless?"

"Who is this guy? You brought back a pure-blooded dragon as soon as you left the house?" Henkel ignored him, his eyes focused on the dragon in front of him, his voice was low and full of surprise.

"Pure-blooded dragon?" Fingel repeated it in a strange tone, and then laughed, "I thought this guy was a pure-blooded dragon at first, but later I found out that it doesn't seem to be."

"No?" Henkel asked suspiciously, "Could it be that you want to tell me that this is a Deadpool? Or a hybrid?"

"He really claims to be Deadpool." Fingel got up and poured a glass of water, and brought it to the dragon on the sofa, and said sincerely: "Don't pretend to be unconscious, you roared so loudly before, now pretend to be unconscious It kind of ruins the image."

Only then did the dragon slowly wake up.

It looked down at the rope tied to its body, fell silent for a while, and tried to push hard, but the rope was instantly broken.

It's really an ordinary rope... What the hell are these people thinking?

"I mean, the process still has to go." Fingel snorted, "We are very polite to you, please be more self-respecting and self-respecting, don't struggle, you don't want us to torture you to extract a confession, do you?"

The dragon said indifferently: "A real warrior will not be afraid of any form of coercion."

"Really?" Fingel asked suspiciously, "For example, giving you a large dose of sedatives to immobilize you, and then locking you up with a boar injected with estrus injections, can you bear it?"

"..."

It may not understand what tranquilizers and estrus injections are, but Finger's description still makes it chill,
"I can feel that you are a real warrior." The dragon took a deep breath and said, "A real warrior should not humiliate his enemies. Death is a manifestation of kindness."

Fingel took a bottle of whiskey, pried open the seal, poured out the water in front of the dragon, filled it up and said, "Taste it, this is the spirit given to you by a real warrior."

"Spirited wine?" The dragon's eyes danced, as if a little surprised, but also joyful. It slowly raised the cup, and first smelled it. The unfamiliar aroma of wine came to its nostrils, and its Adam's apple heaved and fell visible to the naked eye.

Fingel squinted and smiled: "You let me confirm that there was such a thing as wine in the era you lived in."

The dragon didn't care about his temptation. He tried to take a sip. The taste was clear and mellow, rich and strong, with obvious aromas of dried fruits, spices, and plants.

The unprecedented taste hit his taste buds that had been silent for thousands of years.

"Good wine!" The dragon's eyes were shining brightly. "In your era, there is already enough food to squander to study the craft of wine making?"

Fingel took the wine glass from its hand with a smile, and then raised a finger.

"One question, half a glass of wine."

The dragons were stunned, as if they had never expected that Fingel would propose such a deal. In its era, even enemies could drink together until dawn after the war.

It shook its head with a wry smile and said, "What do you want to know? Some things are already in the past tense and should not be mentioned again."

"We've lost an important piece of history, and we need to make it up." Fingel became rare serious.

"Forgetting may not be a bad thing." The dragon said calmly, "Some dirty and dark histories should be completely sealed in the past and never recalled."

"About more than 40 years ago, humans first landed on the moon. Do you know what the moon is? It is the moon in the sky." Fingel suddenly changed the subject, raised his finger to the top of his head, and said softly, "We have already left After leaving the earth, we began to march towards the sea of ​​stars.”

"You have been sleeping for too long. I don't know how far human beings have developed. All the weapons I used against you before are standard weapons that can be mass-produced. At present, the most terrifying weapons for human beings are enough to easily plow the earth. On the surface, I am just a small soldier, and I am not qualified to touch the cutting-edge individual combat weapons that truly represent this era!"

"The strongest warrior of mankind is dubbed the title of 'Jedi Knight', and the weapon he wears is a lightsaber with a kyber crystal as the energy core. Oh, kyber crystal is a rare energy that we encounter when we explore the territories outside the earth Ore, a lightsaber based on this kind of energy ore can easily break through the scales of dragons, and in front of lightsabers, the hardest scales of dragons are just paper..."

Sergeant Henkel listened with a blank expression on his face. He knew that Fingal often had his own ideas, but he didn't know that this guy started fooling dragons.

Just bully people for not watching Star Wars!

In the next ten minutes, Fingel described the development of human beings at the speed of light over the past few thousand years and the extraordinary power of top human beings in a calm tone...

The dragon was completely stunned when he heard it, and felt like he was listening to a story, but the other party was very serious about it, and even many details seemed very specific, and there was no conflict at all, just like...

Just like the real thing!
At the end, Fingel slammed his mouth, and said, "That's it for now, I'll show you a documentary some other day, and then you'll know whether I lied to you or not."

"You should understand the meaning of what I said!" Fingel said sincerely, "Human beings are no longer the weak group in your memory. Time has changed too many things and the position of the biological chain. We have Enough power to trace that forgotten history, what we are looking for is the truth, and those heroes buried in the long river of history, they should not be forgotten by future generations of humans!"

The breath of the dragon slowly became heavier and thicker.

Seeing that the success is about to be achieved, Finger decisively pursued the victory and released the final big move: "To tell you the truth, we completely killed the King of Bronze and Fire the year before last, and conquered the land and mountains last year." Lord, oh, not long ago we saw the awakened White King..."

"You mean the White King?!" the dragon lost his voice, "You also killed the White King?!"

"Um, victory is without force, victory is without force." Finger is humble and powerful, and he understands the truth that the cowhide is only half-blown, "At that time, King Bai only had the holy remains with genetic genes. The last one we killed Not a complete White King."

The dragon took a deep breath and said, "This is also a great feat. You...you...what do you rely on to kill the earth and mountains, bronze and fire? Jedi knights and lightsabers?"

"No, it's love." Fingel said seriously, "The Jedi Knights are only the last resort. We found that the deadliest weapon in the world is no match for the word 'love' after all. This is our secret weapon."

"...Love?" The dragon's eyes were blank, not sure if he heard it wrong.

Fingel waved his hand, indicating that this is not important, and urged: "I have told you so much, should you also give me some feedback? First of all, tell me why you call yourself Deadpool?"

The dragons were silent for a long time before they opened their mouths and said: "In our era, the meaning of existence of humans and dragons is the same, that is to become each other's reproductive tools and reproduce excellent hybrids. During the period when the new gods ruled the world , only people of mixed race are eligible for first-class citizenship."

Fingel asked, "The new god? Which new god?"

The dragon slowly spat out a name.

At this moment, Henkel's face changed suddenly, and Fingel's expression was still steady, but he also asked with deep eyes: "Does he have a younger brother named Loki?"

The dragon frowned and recalled, then shook his head and said, "I've never heard that His Majesty has a younger brother named Loki."

"Okay, let's get back to the point, why do you call yourself Deadpool?" Fingel asked, "In your time, half-breeds were deadpools?"

"No, only hybrids who have broken through the critical blood limit will be called Deadpool and be eligible to enter the Hall of Valor."

"Hall of Heroes? It's really all right." Fingel said softly, "In your era, the mixed blood can easily break through the critical blood limit without worrying about being backlashed by the dragon blood?"

"I'm worried." The dragon nodded and said, "Not all hybrids can break through the critical blood limit. Only hybrids who have inherited the emperor's blood can still stabilize their own blood after breaking through the critical blood limit."

"Royal blood?" Fingel's face changed slightly, "Whose blood are you talking about? White King?"

"Of course it is the blood of the Black King." The dragon said lightly, "I am the blood of the Black King. In our era, the new gods bestowed the blood of the Black King to the main participants in the final battle, so the blood of the Black King Born here, this is where my clan comes from."

Fingel's face changed slightly: "You mean, there are more than one or two blood descendants of the Black King?"

"There are not many in front of the whole world. The blood of the Black King is born to be a ruler." The dragon said softly, "But this glory did not last long. The new god who once gave us the blood of the Black King suddenly turned his face , put us into the ranks of the dragon clan, hunted us down on a large scale, if it wasn't for the sudden disappearance of the new god, we would all be dead."

Fingel was silent for a while, and asked again: "What is the plan of the half-blood monarch you mentioned earlier?"

"You don't know?" The dragon looked puzzled.

"I'm not what you call a qualified candidate for the Half-Blood Monarch Project." Fingel said frankly, "I just took enough serum to push my bloodline to a very high level."

"Serum?" The dragon seemed to have never heard of this term, and guessed, "Is it the essence of dragon blood? In our era, dragon blood was also refined through alchemy to strengthen itself, but the success rate is very low, and failure means death."

"Almost." Fingel nodded, "Is the Half-Blood Monarch Project presided over by Odin, or who?"

"It was not presided over by the new gods." The dragon shook his head. "This plan appeared after the disappearance of the new gods. We need new power to fight against the dragons. Someone proposed the hybrid monarch plan. The core of the plan is to use alchemy and The essence of dragon blood is to allow the best imperial blood among the descendants of the black king to break through taboos and reach the status of a monarch."

"Do you want to create four super monarch-level super hybrids?"

"It's fair to say, but at the time we failed."

"fail?"

"Someone is assassinating the blood of the Black King." The dragon whispered, "The best emperor blood among us died due to the failure of the experiment, and the rest of the clan were treated as prey."

"Who is hunting you?" Fingel asked in a concentrated voice.

"Many, there are dragons, there are servants of the new gods, and even... our own people." The dragon said expressionlessly.

Fingel was dumbfounded.

"I have a question, are you sure all the descendants of the Black King are dead?" Henkel, who had been making the background board, asked suddenly.

The dragon turned to look at him with strange eyes and said, "Of course not, even if I'm not counted, isn't this guy still alive and well?"

He pointed to Fingal, who was holding a whiskey.

(End of this chapter)