Chapter 308 The Last Generation of Dragon Bloodthirsty
Beowulf fell silent.
Angers' last words struck a chord with him.
They belong to the conservative faction within the secret party, and they look down on the emerging faction led by the Gattuso family. In their eyes, this group of people only cares about pleasure, and blatantly regards dragon slaying as a business, and they plan a good share of the "businessmen" before slaying the dragon.
The shame of the secret party.
And this kind of thinking gradually extends to the rejection of all emerging things.
They still live in that tragic and glorious old era. Members of the secret party all wear black robes that reach their feet, hold candlesticks, and meet in a strict bunker. There are blood-stained dragon remains hidden deep in the bunker...
Even after all these years, the Beowulf family still adheres to the ancient family motto of feeding a boy a drop of dragon's blood crystal, which is a highly poisonous substance.
The family believes that only after passing that kind of poisonous test can the baby be qualified to be recognized by the family.
They are as cruel to their own offspring as they are to the dragons, believing that only by undergoing this test can they select dragon-slaying warriors with a steely spirit and body.
But in fact...
With the development of science and technology in recent years, human cognition has also ushered in successive breakthroughs. There have been different voices within the family, thinking that this is a bad habit, and the so-called test is just to screen for compatibility with dragon blood.
, it is impossible to screen out the so-called steel-like spiritual seeds. What potential can be seen in a newborn baby? Is the spirit tempered day after tomorrow, or is it regarded as inferior if it does not have the characteristics of blending with dragon blood?
This bad habit has caused the family to suffer from underpopulation for many years.
Not long ago, when the news about Herzog reached the Secret Party, his grandson came to him and begged him to come forward and ask for this technology from the academy.
If this continues, the Beowulf family will eventually be on the road to extinction.
At that time, their allies would hold their glasses high and come to the graves of the Beowulf family, leaving false tears after mourning, and then divide the inheritance left by the Beowulf family in front of the tomb.
"What are you thinking about?" Angers soon discovered that his old friend was distracted.
"Ange, what do you want?" The old man sitting deep in the castle suddenly asked.
His age is not younger than Angers, and they are true peers within the Camarilla. For a period of time, they served together in the Camarilla action team.
At that time, Beowulf was not the captain, and Angers had not become the leader of the secret party. On the way to chase the dragons, they would sit around the campfire, and Beowulf taught Angers step by step how to play the harmonica.
But later they gradually parted ways. Angers called him a stubborn and pedantic conservative, while he accused Angers of betraying the principles of the Secret Party.
"What's wrong with you?" Angers turned around slowly, his eyes falling on this old friend and comrade-in-arms, "Is it my imagination? I just felt the aura of twilight in you."
"Ange, I am over one hundred and thirty years old. How many old guys at our age are still able to function normally?" Beowulf said lightly, "I am old, and it is normal to have old age. Of course, I
I will only show my fatigue in front of you, because I don’t need to worry about you stabbing me in the back, right?”
"I'm not Henkel, and I don't have the habit of shooting behind the scenes." Ange said in a brisk tone, "Also, although you are over one hundred and thirty years old, you are not one of those old immortals who sit on the hospital bed and hang their lives with instruments.
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"Yes, I haven't reached the point where I need to rely on instruments to hang myself." Beowulf showed a sarcastic smile. He slowly stood up, and an invisible but extremely terrifying aura spread out of him like a frenzy.
The invisible realm encompassed this room. Angers knew that the other party was not trying to be his enemy, but he still became alert under this power.
Long time no see, Beowulf is stronger than before!
Generally speaking, the strength of hybrids will decline with aging, but the old guy in front of him seems to be an exception. The dragon blood he has consumed over the years has pushed his bloodline to an incredible peak.
He is not of royal blood, but he has exceeded the critical blood limit!
"I heard that there is a super hybrid named 'Emperor' among Japanese hybrids. Do you think I can fight against him?"
Beowulf's muscles bulged, his bones cracked, and his already strong figure grew taller, threatening to burst his shirt at any time.
He hasn't turned on the word spirit yet. This is the effect of taking dragon blood serum all year round. After breaking through the critical blood limit, he gained this super normal power. It's not a blood explosion, but it's somewhat similar to the "" from Japan"
Keel" state.
Ange stared at him and said slowly: "Now that you have opened the [Bronze Throne], do you have the confidence to defeat the next generation?"
Back then, when they were performing missions in the action team, they encountered a series of surrogates. All members of the team died in the battle, and only the two of them persisted until the support of the large force was reached.
"The upper limit of the [Bronze Throne] depends on the user. If I were to go back to those days, I alone would have been able to stop him in that war until support arrived."
"That's a pity." Ange said lightly, "If it were that old guy Uesugoshi, he wouldn't need to wait for support. With his strength, he would have a high probability of killing the first generation alone."
Beowulf frowned and said, "The royal blood touches the realm of the throne?"
"No." Ange shook his head, "He is still a long way from the four normal monarchs, but [Black Sun], who is close to the Forbidden Word Spirit, can allow him to explode with power far beyond imagination."
"[Black Sun]?" Beowulf was silent for a moment and sighed, "The advantage of the word spirit is really disappointing."
"Don't mention this, I have actually wanted to ask you for a long time." Ange narrowed his eyes and said, "You have exceeded the critical blood limit, right?"
Beowulf's bulging muscles began to recover and his body regained its shape. He walked slowly to Angers and stood side by side with him in front of the window, looking at the approaching storm.
"right."
"How did you do it?" Angers couldn't help but asked.
The critical blood limit has always been a forbidden door, but Beowulf actually crossed this door silently.
“Do you know about natural selection?”
"...Are you talking to me about biology?" Angers said in astonishment.
Beowulf ignored him and thought to himself: "This is what my grandson told me. Another word for the natural selection proposed by Darwin is survival of the fittest. For many years, the Beowulf family has been advocating these four words, and artificial intervention in the family
Bloodline inheritance, you know what I’m talking about.”
Angers took a deep breath and said: "You are saying that you are able to break through the critical blood limit because the Beowulf family has been conducting artificial 'natural selection' for many years, and passed the dragon blood test to retain the adaptability to dragon blood.
Strong bloodline?"
"It can be understood this way." Beowulf said, "By my generation, we have evolved to the point where we have obvious physical characteristics, but there is no sign of degeneration."
"What the hell, are you going to become the second Sheqi family?" Ange said in shock.
This generation of Beowulf is indeed still not as good as the royal blood. Even if it breaks through the critical blood limit, from 50% to close to 100%, this is still an extremely disparate span.
But the future is always full of infinite possibilities.
"The second Sheqi family?" Beowulf lowered his head.
He stared at his old hands, and saw that the surface of the skin was covered with fine white dragon scales.
He has been staying in this old castle for these years and rarely goes out. The most fundamental reason is the scene before him.
"No, the Beowulf family will never become the second Sheqi family! Let alone betray humans and become a new dragon family!"
Beowulf's voice is low and cold, but full of unspeakable determination.
"Ange, answer me, what do you want?" He looked sideways, his hazy eyes lit up with a burning golden color, staring into Angers eyes.
Under this close gaze, Angers did not back down at all. He said calmly: "What I want has never changed."
"Didn't decades of peace extinguish your original persistence?" Beowulf said softly.
"I don't have that much dragon blood serum to take. What keeps me active until now is this fire of revenge." Ange also said softly.
"Very good, then I can rest assured." Beowulf slowly raised his head, and the dark clouds coming from the distance were so dark that they seemed to collapse the entire sky.
"What are you worried about?" Angers asked, "You seem a little strange today."
"Ange, I am old. The dragon's blood has given me a strong body, but it has not given me an immortal heart. If possible, I wanted to truly retire many years ago, but no, the Beowulf family cannot just
After falling like this, I haven't found a suitable successor yet. But where is my successor? Angers, do you know how many generations I have been with you?"
"I remember... your great-great-grandson seemed to have given birth to a baby boy some time ago?"
"It was a year ago. He has turned one year old, but I haven't been able to see him until now." Beowulf said softly, "My people are avoiding me. They are afraid that I will pay for my third child."
The grandson of the fifth generation fed the dragon blood crystal... Angers, the Beowulf family will not become the second Sheqi family, let alone betray humans and become a new dragon family."
He repeated the words again, and this time Angers really understood.
No wonder Beowulf is repeatedly confirming whether what he longs for is still the world without dragons.
"Ange, what is the survival law of the dragon clan?" Beowulf suddenly asked.
"The strong survive, the weak are slaves."
"It means survival of the fittest, I can understand it that way, Angers."
"...I suddenly don't want you to understand so much."
"Haha, are you pitying me? Put away your sympathy, compared to me, you are an old guy who doesn't even have a bloodline left." Beowulf said slowly, "My grandson told me that the fittest
Survival can be the law of nature, the natural principles followed by wild animals, or even a family motto that supports the strength of a family, but it can never be the reason for a family to eliminate family members."
"I didn't leave any blood descendants, but I have many lovely students." Ange said with a smile, "Old man, it seems that these years of living alone have given you a lot of new insights."
Beowulf smiled faintly, and the weather-beaten wrinkles on his old face relaxed at this moment.
"Ange, I know what you mean by coming here today, and I can give you a clear answer."
"I will support you. You are the one destined to end the history of the dragon family. I have no reason not to support you, not only because of the tradition of the Beowulf family, but also for the future of the Beowulf family."
"The Beowulf family's mission of slaying dragons, which has continued for thousands of years, will end in my generation. I don't want my descendants to be different from ordinary people because of their dragon-shaped appearance and characteristics, and be regarded as aliens, let alone one day they will become
A new dragon clan. And to achieve all this, we must embrace a future that does not require dragon slaying."
"The future we long for coincides with each other."
Angers stared at the old man next to him. The once resolute and cold-blooded captain of the action team had changed. He had lived alone in this spacious and lonely castle for too long. He sat in this room facing the sea every day, with the wall on the wall.
There are famous paintings worth tens of millions hanging on it, the furniture in the house is of immeasurable value, and the castle under your butt is enough to buy several sets of the Seven Deadly Sins...
But no matter how expensive these cold things are, they cannot fill the vacancies in certain places.
Only now did Angers remember that the man who had not yet become the captain of the action team was actually very passionate and always had a sunny smile on his face. He would sit by the campfire and patiently teach everyone to play bright and light tunes, and
It is not the sad and graceful requiem later...
How did he become a Dragon Slayer of the Iron-Blooded Faction? Did he witness his teammates fall into a pool of blood one by one? Or did he witness his father and younger brother accidentally sacrifice themselves heroically to save him?
And when did he quietly find the softness he once had?
The deepest part of Angers heart was suddenly touched.
He realized something.
The man in front of me, who has become cold-blooded and cruel because of the loss of his family and partners, is trying to find his former self because of his new family.
The long period of time has quietly changed many of their ideas.
"Question, when you found Chu Tianjiao and trained him, was it because the Beowulf family had no heirs?"
Beowulf looked into the distance with calm eyes and said calmly: "The future I want to create cannot be all pinned on you. I am also trying my own path, and he is my choice."
"You have your students, and so do I." Beowulf turned his head and said seriously, "He is my best student. I don't think there is anyone in your Cassel who can compete with him in terms of education.
In the field, I will not lose to you."
Ange's mouth twitched and he said, "I didn't know you had such a strong competitive spirit and desire to win."
"You have to find some fun in a boring life." Beowulf sighed, "I once thought that I would leave Beowulf's foundation in the secret party to him, but I did not expect your arrival, let alone
To think that he would actually die outside."
"I can't tell if he's dead yet..."
Beowulf ignored him and continued: "I will be the last generation of the Secret Party's 'Dragon Bloodthirsty'. Even if there is a next generation, his surname will not be Beowulf."
"Your surname is Chu?" Angre asked.
"It's not a bad idea." Beowulf said calmly, "Let my godson attend this secret party meeting on my behalf. I will support all his decisions, and the Beowulf family will stand unswervingly behind him.
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"Angers, go and bring victory back."
From the chapter where Beowulf accepts Chu Zihang as his godson, it is destined that Beowulf will be an important supporting role, so he has a lot of secondary settings. The original book does not have much description of him, well...
What I mean is, forget about the old guy in Dragon 5 who only knows how to bang the table.
