As Patsy chanted, the coffins inherited from ancient alchemists vibrated, and the alchemical matrix connected to them was running at high speed at the same time, and little lights gradually lit up on the surrounding blank stone walls hidden in the darkness.
Caesar looked around, and for the first time he discovered that the space hidden underground was unexpectedly large. Rows of coffins surrounded a semicircle, and in the middle was an open space where Caesar and others stood.
Caesar counted the number of exposed coffins, and then discovered that the family's sealed ancestors were far more than he imagined. Coffins of different styles were lined up in the distance, but the beings in them must have died.
At the edge of the site, there is a cave-like stone wall, which is ancient and seems to have witnessed the changes of the times.
Now, light spots began to appear on the rock wall, and the light spots moved and sketched out images.
Patsy, who was kneeling on the ground, struggled to get up, took a breath, and got up a little weakly, but immediately looked at Caesar: "Why are you okay?"
"What's wrong with me?" Caesar spread his hands in confusion: "Maybe it's because I have a strong will?"
Patsy shook his head: "That's not it. The arrangement of the coffins here forms a special pattern. When we were learning family knowledge, we were given psychological hints."
"As long as you are aware of that pattern, you will enter a state of spiritual vision and then recite the dragon language."
Caesar glanced at his mother next to him, grinned and said nonchalantly: "No wonder, that's why I didn't pay much attention to the lectures back then."
As a scumbag student, Caesar has always been a loyal believer in passing the test. He will study hard before the exam. As for the rest of the time, he probably uses it to sleep in class and be in a daze.
Passi said with some reluctance: "If you think back, the Gattuso family's alchemical machinery class taught the third alchemical matrix variant in the second section of the third picture."
Caesar held Patsy's shoulders and winked regretfully: "I am a liberal arts student. If you ask me in which year the Gattuso family joined the secret party, I can still answer it, but I have always been into this kind of thing.
I slept through it.”
"What year was that?" Percy asked expressionlessly.
"In 1943, when the family was threatened by Mussolini, they joined the secret party and supported a large number of guerrillas." Caesar patted Patsy on the shoulder and walked towards the stone wall in the distance: "Look,
I still study hard."
Patsy shrugged and followed Caesar. Gullweger looked at the two children with a kind smile and did not step forward, but quietly picked up the bones.
She is a little woman, and she doesn't want or understand such complicated things.
Caesar stood in front of the pattern outlined by the light spots, turned around and asked: "Do you see anything?"
"It is a special fluorescent material. After the alchemical matrix is activated, it will emit light of a specific wavelength. The material will glow when it is illuminated by light." Passiyan briefly and comprehensively explained the principle of the luminescence of the pattern.
"That's not what I'm asking," Caesar looked at his brother speechlessly: "Are you planning to go to the mechanical department?"
"It can't be the same as you anyway." Patsy retorted. He looked at the picture above. The picture composed of those lines was like a child's simple drawing, extremely abstract and extremely funny.
"I think I heard the principal talk about this kind of pattern." Caesar knocked on his head. When the book came to use, he regretted it. He couldn't think of what Angers said back then: "It is used by the dragon tribe to decorate the palace. Essentially...
…”
"It's Long Wen, it's just written in a different way." Percy replied quickly. Caesar glanced at his brother sideways. He could only say that this was the difference between a junior and a freshman.
"Okay, Dr. Percy, what are you going to do next?" Caesar put his arm around his younger brother's shoulders. Percy ignored him. This was what Caesar would do every time he wanted to copy his homework when he was a child.
Patsy stared at the mural above and replied without any fluctuations in his tone: "You only need to stare at the pattern to enter a spiritual vision state, and you can see the message left behind."
Siluke
"According to the situation on the mural, this kind of spiritual vision phenomenon should only be triggered by a specific bloodline," Patsy looked at his brother: "For example, you, Caesar, your bloodline is what the family dreams of, and the message left behind must be prepared for you.
of."
After hearing this, Caesar raised his head, took a deep breath, and released the voice spirit of Kamitachi, desperately inciting the dragon's bloodline, trying to enter the state of spiritual vision through this method.
The Kamaita howled and chirped in the basement, and Caesar held his head high, like an emperor standing above the palace. However, as time passed, the situation remained unchanged, making the posing boy a little embarrassed.
"Phew, it doesn't seem possible." Caesar put away his words, moved his somewhat stiff shoulders, and turned his head: "I don't think I'm suitable."
"Impossible, your bloodline should obviously be the best..." Patsy stood there frozen, and then Gurweige Shiran came over, smiled, touched Patsy's head, and explained: "
There is another bloodline in Caesar’s body.”
"How can human blood compare with the blood given by God?"
Perhaps the bloodline produced by the Gattuso family, which took more than a hundred years to breed, is very powerful, but compared with the blood of the golden dragon given by Caesar, there is a huge difference.
In fact, if the blood in Caesar's body is taken for testing, it will be found that his bloodline is not even as good as a C-level hybrid. This is the result of receiving the gift from God. The dragon blood in his body has been suppressed so much that it cannot produce spiritual energy at all.
See.
As for the 3E exam that year, Caesar would not tell Patsy that he relied on Andersk's proficiency in language to solve the problem.
"So I still have to rely on you." Caesar patted Passi on the shoulder: "As I said, you will be the next head of the Gattuso family."
Percy pulled Caesar's hand away and stood in front of the picture. His eyes quietly changed color, and then huge heat radiated from his skin.
It was a stunt called violent blood. Percy raised his head. Under the extreme state of stimulating the dragon's blood, those simple lines moved, like vines pulling Percy into a state of spiritual vision.
He saw information passed down from ancient times. On the land of Europe, a group of humans wearing strange clothes were running around. Behind the crowd was a figure riding an eight-legged Pegasus and holding a spear.
Odin raised his horse's hooves and stepped over countless corpses. The hoofbeats sounded leisurely, as if he was strolling in the courtyard. Then he raised his spear high, and the terrifying artifact flew out, nailing the leader of the crowd to the ground.
Passi suddenly realized that they were the ancestors of the Gattuso family. They may not have had the surname Gattuso, but they had already become enemies of the dragon family.
How can ordinary people resist the slaughter of a dragon king? The fleeing people were killed one after another. Odin slowly pulled out his spear. Just now, the eight-legged Pegasus kicked to death the last living human being.
It was a pregnant woman who had been pregnant for ten months, until Odin walked away like a pop, and a baby's cry sounded among the corpses.