Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 315

"The blood of the Black King, do you have any distinctive features? How did you tell the difference, Yan Ling?"

There was a brief silence in the room, and Henkel was a little confused. Is Fingel a descendant of the Black King?
To be honest, in the field of mixed races, it is difficult to distinguish who is the direct descendant of whom. The word "mixed blood" is enough to explain everything.

To give the simplest example, the man's parents are descendants of the earth and mountains, bronze and fire, and the woman's parents are the sky and wind, sea and water, so what are the two born?Four lines of mixed blood?

Thousands of years have made hybrids a veritable "hybrid", not only a mixture of human and dragon blood, but also a mixture of dragon blood.

Therefore, the awakening of speech spirits for mixed races is also very random. Maybe the parents master the speech spirits of the ocean and water, but the children have bronze and fire.

Usually, the blood origin of mixed races is distinguished by their awakened language.

Fingel frowned and said: "Based on the judgment of the spirit? But the origin of the [Bronze Throne]'s blood line has not been unified in history. Some say it is Bronze and Fire, and some say it is the direct line of the Black King."

"It's not the spirit of speech. In a sense, all dragons come from the Black King, so all mixed races can be counted as descendants of the Black King. It's just a matter of purity, and has nothing to do with the awakened speech spirit." The dragon said, "The blood of the Black King There is no difference in appearance from other mixed races."

"Then how did you tell that I'm a descendant of the Black King?" Fingel asked in amazement.

"My speech spirit is blood tie Luo." The dragon said expressionlessly.

"But you clearly..." Finger suddenly reacted, and said solemnly, "Are you also the owner of the dual-language spirit?"

The dragon nodded and said: "A descendant of the Black King like you and me can basically become the owner of a polyglot after only one or two baptisms. This is a privilege that ordinary three-generation species may not have."

"Bloodline knots, can you still identify the bloodlines?" Fingel asked doubtfully.

He remembered that there were a few juniors in the college who spoke of bloodlines, but at most they could only identify the existence of mixed races in the vast crowd, and it was impossible to even detect which bloodlines the other party belonged to.

"I don't know about others, but I can." The dragon said lightly.

Fingel was speechless, turned to Sergeant Henkel and said, "Mr. Sergeant, have you heard the rumors about the blood of the Black King?"

"On April 1945, 4, when the Soviet Red Army broke through East Berlin, a gene bank was opened." Henkel glanced at the eye dragon and looked at Fingel and said, "This is a gene pool established by scientists from Germany. Ku, **Germany pursues racism, they firmly believe that the Aryans are the most outstanding nation in the world, with first-rate physical and mental abilities, and inferior nations such as the Jews should be exterminated..."

"I know, I looked through the files in the school's ice cellar." Fingel interrupted Sergeant Henkel, and then narrowed his eyes, "What do you want to say?"

Henkel continued: "According to the information in that gene bank, we finally confirmed that the hybrids that can be found in Europe are all descendants of the four monarchs. All dragon genes can be divided into four categories, which belong to the four monarchs. faction, we even found a fifth type of gene, but this type of gene was later confirmed to belong to the white king blood in Japan, and there is no place for the black king blood here."

Fingel pondered: "Is it possible that what they collected is not comprehensive, or that the blood of the Black King is too rare?"

"It's possible, but there are other possibilities that are more likely." Henkel said lightly, "Do you still remember the massacre caused by the Mourning of Summer? Don't forget that the real purpose of the German mixed race to create this gene pool is to rely on Science and technology reproduce hybrids."

It was as if thunder and lightning had ripped away the haze in the sky tonight, and many things suddenly became clear.

Fingel was silent, how could he forget?

When he was in Tokyo, he also talked to Caesar and others about this matter.

The direct cause of Xia Zhi's mourning incident was that the Qing government wanted to wipe out several leaders of the secret party that supported the abolition of the imperial system at that time.

After the Summer Mourning Incident, the German forces in the secret party were greatly reduced. They lost several elder figures at once, and even lost Menek Cassel, who was about to become the leader of the secret party.

The Cassel family, the strongest among the German mixed-race families, is even more unprecedented.

And this is not the end. Not long after that, the Ashkenazi hybrids suffered a massacre on a large scale. Countless Ashkenazi hybrid families were almost cut off, leaving only three or two kittens and puppies.

The German hybrid, who had once been the most powerful hybrid race before, fell to the altar in a short period of time.

The origin of that gene pool is also related to this incident. The remaining German mixed races were not willing to withdraw from the stage. They joined Hitler's command, trying to avenge through war, and tried to use technology to find another way to continue. Family splendor.

As a "German country nobleman", Fingel has a detailed understanding of this period of history.

It can be said that not many people in this world can understand this period of history better than him.

"The Germans are the masters of this gene pool. If they want to cover up something, it's too easy." Henkel whispered, "This is the first possibility. They have discovered the sixth type of gene, which belongs to the black king. Gene, but they covered up all of this and completely sealed this secret, because at that time they had no strength to keep this secret. At the same time, they may also be afraid..."

"Afraid?" Fingel said hoarsely, "Yes, they are indeed afraid. After discovering the secret of their own blood, they will naturally think that the root cause of the attack is the special blood they possess. "

Henkel said silently: "This is only a possibility, and it cannot be concluded yet."

Fingel didn't say anything, just sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his hands and propped his chin, thinking.

He suddenly discovered that the summer mourning incident back then was probably not as simple as they had first thought. This may not be a shuffling of cards to seize the opportunity, but a long-planned plan.

This matter involved more depth than he thought.

Was it really because the people behind the scenes brought out the mourning incident of Xia Zhi because some people in the secret party supported the abolition of the emperor system?

Thinking about it this way, it really makes people feel chills. They still underestimated the sudden incident that year.

"Why did Odin massacre the blood of the Black King?" Fingel asked suddenly.

The dragon was indifferent: "I don't know, no one knows what happened that year, only that the butcher knife that fell on our heads came so fast."

"The blood of the Black King... what exactly is it?" Fingel said softly, "Doesn't it mean that theoretically all hybrids can be regarded as the blood of the Black King?"

"Although all hybrids can be classified as the blood of the Black King, we do not recognize this division. Only the blood of the blood that evolved into a hybrid by forcibly modifying its own genes with the blood of the Black King at first is recognized as the blood of the Black King ancestry." The dragon paused, and said proudly in a low voice, "We are humans who evolved while standing on the bones of the Black King!"

Henkel sneered: "Evolution? Are you sure it's not pollution?"

The dragon looked at the little guy who sneered, but he didn't despise him too much. It could smell the bloody smell from this little guy. The strangely shaped weapon before was also extraordinary. This is also a real warrior .

"How old are you?" it asked.

"Me?" Henkel frowned, "more than 100, what's wrong?"

"How many human beings over 100 years old can still be like you? Any human with your injury would have died long ago." The dragon said lightly, "The life level of the dragon is much higher than that of humans, and humans have evolved into hybrids. It is the evolution of the life level, not the degeneration, so how can there be pollution."

Henkel squinted his eyes and said: "According to your logic, you should think that dragons are the most perfect creatures in the world, but you just said that in your era, the status of hybrids is the highest."

"The dragon race is indeed an advanced life form that overwhelms human beings in almost all aspects, but we have never completely denied the meaning of human existence." The dragon said firmly, "The emergence of new gods has proved that the mixed blood of humans and dragons is the key to this. The most perfect creature on earth!"

"I understand." Fingel raised his hand and couldn't help but wonder, "Are you a mixed race supremacist in your feelings, or the real one!"

Hearing this sentence, Henkel opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally shook his head helplessly.

He understood the meaning of Fingal's words, and felt speechless because of this.

Whether it is some people in the secret party school board or some young people under Henkel's command, they believe that hybrids are far superior to humans and should lead humans and rule the world. This looks very similar to the guy in front of him, but But there are fundamental differences.

The former is based on the dragon's blood, and they do think that hybrids are higher than humans, but they don't think that hybrids are higher than dragons. In their eyes, dragons are god-like existences, and they are trying to become new gods .

But the latter... not only does he think that hybrids are higher than humans, but he also thinks that hybrids are higher than dragons!
He's pure mixed race supremacy!
Henkel and Fingel looked at each other, and both could sense the other's hidden meaning.

This guy who is suspected of being an ancient hybrid had said something earlier - we are humans who evolved on the black king's corpse.

They have seen dragons who completely despise humans, hybrids who look down on humans but are afraid of dragons, and hybrids who fight for humans and the world...

But I have never seen this kind of hybrid species stepping on the black king's corpse, claiming to have surpassed the dragon race!
This is simply unbelievable, and it is hard to imagine how such a trend of thought was born in that era.

And judging from this person's attitude, this trend of thought seems to be very deep-rooted, and it affects more than just one or two.

What he said earlier didn't seem to be a joke. In that era, the hybrids were the leaders of the world, and humans and dragons were just their servants.

This subverted the two people's worldview, and what caused all this...

"Who gave you the confidence to make you think that hybrids are even more noble than dragons?" Henkel said in a deep voice, "The new god Odin you just mentioned? Is he a hybrid?"

The dragon nodded and said: "Xin Shen is the first hybrid in the world, and he also joined forces to overthrow the rule of the black king and ushered in the era of hybrids."

Fingel didn't speak. He had already heard about this period of history except for the fact that "the mixed race is the master of this period".

What he was thinking at the moment was what position Odin occupied in the eyes of the mixed race back then?

"You respect Odin very much. I can tell that even though he slaughtered you before he disappeared, you still have respect for him?" Fingel asked softly.

This time the dragon was silent for a few minutes.

"You haven't seen the chaos and darkness of that era, so naturally you can't understand where our respect for him comes from." The dragon lowered its head and said in a hoarse voice, "You are lucky to be born in this era, so don't go after it again." Those stories that should have been buried long ago, let those past events be sealed forever."

"But Odin is not dead yet." Fingel's calm words were like thunder on the ground.

Before Sergeant Henkel was the first to be puzzled, the Dragon Clan who lowered his head suddenly raised his head. His golden pupils were scorching hot as if flowing with molten lava. His expression was distorted and ferocious. There is also the hatred and pain of wanting to eat its flesh and drink its blood.

"What did you say?"

"The new god you are talking about may not be dead yet." Fingel paused every word, "One-eyed, mask, eight-legged horse, Kungunir...I met him last year. Of course, as far as I know According to the information, there is a high probability that Odin will be usurped by his younger brother Loki."

"Loki..." The dragon lost his mind for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said, "We've never heard of him having relatives."

"This is the current point of conflict between our mutual intelligence." Fingel said, "But this does not affect the answer that he is not dead."

The dragons were silent for a long time before they said: "In fact, all we can confirm is that he suddenly disappeared strangely. We don't know where he went or why he left suddenly."

"It's not important for now. What I want to know is, if Odin is still alive, would you still choose to follow him?" Fingel asked, staring at the dragon.

The scaled face of the dragon was as hard and cold as stone, and it fell silent again, then shook its head in pain.

"No, most of my people died under the siege that He gave us before he disappeared. He bestowed upon us glory, and then ruthlessly took it away. We did not betray God, but God betrayed us."

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After injecting a large dose of sedative into the dragon to make sure it fell into a coma, Fingel sat beside Henkel's bed, bowing his head in thought.

Henkel stroked the gun body of "Texas Dawn" and whispered, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking about what he said just now that I am a descendant of the Black King, whether it is true or not." Fingel slowly raised his head and laughed at himself, "I have lived for more than twenty years, and I don't even know what I am. Figure it out."

"It's okay, your parents and ancestors lived their whole lives and didn't figure it out." Sergeant Henkel comforted him lightly.

Fingel twitched, he didn't expect this old guy to be joking.

"Don't worry about this kind of thing, just get a few drops of blood to verify it." Henkel glanced at him, "Remember to keep it secret, if you really have the sixth type of gene, I'm afraid that the Ashkenazi hybrid who just recovered We're going to be besieged again."

Fingel suddenly said: "Have you met Menek Cassel? What kind of person is he?"

"Menech?" Henkel was stunned. "I haven't seen him. Angers became the leader of the Secret Party when I first met Angers. At that time, Menech died long ago."

"Perhaps what you said before was true." Fingel said quietly, "The reason why we encountered that siege back then was because the secret of the blood of the Black King was exposed."

"But the other party didn't cut the weeds and eradicate the roots. This is a place worthy of doubt." Henkel thought for a while.

Fingel smiled bitterly: "That would be even worse, have you ever heard of growing leeks?"

(End of this chapter)