The man in the black trench coat lit a cigarette, and the soft light of the seven stars was a little dazzling in the environment full of ice, blood and flowers, he took a puff, the smoke and blood entered his body through his mouth and nose respectively, and he felt a little cold.

The low temperature of the Arctic Circle of minus dozens of degrees had no effect on his monster's body, because he was the emperor, the great Amaterasu, and the trench coat of the executive department was about the same style both in Japan and in the main department, and he liked to wear this trench coat, which reminded him of the price he paid when he first put it on his body.

However, the current emperor's face is as white as paper, and it seems that he may fall down at any time, with pale lips, feminine face, and eyes that can be avoided at any time, he looks like a seriously ill boy, revealing the fragility of breaking at the touch of a button.

Bleeding.

With him at the center, all the poppies that had been originally red and white were recolored with another pigment that was also scarlet, and each poppy had a blooming spot on it.

The body with the peak concentration of dragon blood has a hematopoietic ability that surpasses medical miracles.

He stood in the middle of the blood-stained poppies, using the alchemy ancient knife called Spider Cut to carve the lines on the ice, the information transmitted by the 'snake' was very clear, and the wrists trained by countless ancient swordsmen were as stable as Mount Tai, meticulously restoring the matrix left by someone.

Then he slit open the wound on his wrist that was close to healing, and the blood filled the dimples in the ice.

The man who had done all this sat quietly on the ice, smoke constantly exhaling from his lungs, building up a thin mist.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were a little hollow, staring at the dragon tomb from afar, repeatedly considering the instructions given by Chen Mo, and a huge sense of absurdity rose in his heart.

What did he come here for in the first place? In order to participate in the rescue of the head of the Laurent family, to prevent the radicals in the school board from going to war before the family has gathered strength and is fully prepared.

However, things galloped in an irreversible direction like a galloping wild horse.

Chen Mo, who organized this rescue, did not let him appear in the open, and the only people who knew that he had also come to the camp were the eldest lady and Fingal, and no one seemed to be able to notice him after wearing a mask handed by Chen Mo.

Chen Mo used an idiom to make this Japanese young master, who was familiar with Chinese culture, quickly understand the current situation of the matter.

Pitchers have ears.

So far, it is still only the scope of the internal struggle of the secret party, and Yuan Zhisheng is not a person with a sensitive sense of political smell, but as the future young master of the Eight Snake Qi Families, he has some relevant learning, and he is not surprised that this kind of thing happened.

He kept his distance and followed Chen Mo's team to the bottom of the ice, got the order to stand by in place at the flowers, and watched the team pass through the gate.

Is it a distrust of the Japanese branch? So what's the point of your own involvement?

Then the 'snake' with Chen Mo's news brought an extraordinarily powerful bomb to his brain.

Okay! Tomb robbers have stolen the graves of their ancestors!

In a sense, the White King is indeed the ancestor of all Japanese half-breeds, but at the same time, he is also their mortal enemy.

Yuan Zhisheng understood that since the news of the White King's recovery came out of that 'snake', he had been firmly restrained by Chen Mo and fell into a dilemma.

It is impossible for Gen Zhisheng, who did not appear in the field of vision of the executive department, to gain the trust of the camp personnel, he had no means to contact the Japanese archipelago far away in Asia, and the retreat was blocked by Chen Mo, and the only one who could rely on him was himself, and with his current situation, he either took the risk of becoming the help of the White King and entered the dormitory alone, or followed the instructions.

And the words that came out of this man's mouth, containing family myths and his information blind spots, also nailed him to his imminent side.

The young master of the Gen family is a very understanding person, he has no ambition and no desire, the only driving force is to become a partner of justice, there is a person who controls the entire Japanese mixed race with the power of Amaterasu, and takes over the burden of presiding over justice from his hands, and becomes a real power man, Amaterasu is willing, because he doesn't like power, and after seeing the justice on the surface and the iron fist of the power man, his heart to pursue justice is also satisfied.

It was exactly the same as the method that Chen Mo used to control Amaterasu.

"The White King's bloodline will be the best food for the White King after his resurrection, and he will devour all the food to take in power, genes, and nutrients, so that he can regain his power to the ancient times, when nothing can stop him." This is the first half of the sentence that Yuan Zhisheng understands.

"But now the White King has not yet recovered, he is like a formed baby, full of energy, and shattered at the touch of a button, and there is something in the bodies of these bloodlines that can break him." This is the second half of the sentence that Yuan Zhisheng doesn't understand, but Long Shi understands.

The dragon servant stared at Chen Mo, almost unable to restrain his murderous intent, he was also a dragon after all, and the desire to kill had invaded his soul through his flesh and blood thousands of years ago.

"I designed everything." The corners of Chen Mo's mouth were open, and his eyes were deep, which did not stimulate the golden pupils, but the pure black eyes were like a surging black tide, impacting the uneasiness in the heart of the dragon servant.

"You actually have a lot of truth to say." Chen Mo looked back at the dragon servant with contempt.

"The tentacles of that cross have always wrapped around the 'my' spirit, and you are judging your tendency by the 'breath' of the spirit, just like a human psychiatrist treats a patient through micro-expressions, so you don't have to worry about making a mistake at all, because 'I' is always under your surveillance."

"But there are always blind spots in surveillance, and it's impossible for fools and thought police to find every Winston Smith." He smiled cruelly: "If you are stupid, you have to read more." ”

He took off his thick warm clothes, revealing a small package strapped to his body.

"In 2001, someone sent some gadgets to the executive department." Inside the unwrapped package were shards of bronze with strange patterns, and four sealed test tubes, obscuring even the transparent glass exterior.

"It was a well-planned conspiracy, the price of a dozen human lives is such a few small fragments, human lives are really cheap, but I don't think the lives of dragons are much more expensive than people, and it should be enough to buy the life of the white king with these fragments."

In response to him, the angry dragon roared, and the dragon servant, who completely tore his face, pounced on the weak man who was only C-rank with full rage.

"A place without dust." Chen Mo threw a talisman from his arms.

"King Kong Realm." This is the second piece.

"Vampire Scythe." The third piece.

The two layers of protective enchantment shook the dragon squire that pounced on it, and the crazy scythe with a thirst for blood instinct left several wounds on the dragon squire's scaly body.

It's a thousand-percent act of burning money, precious materials, suitable living spirits, and the ingenious creation of alchemists, who only create consumables that can release the spirit of words once.

And the huge output that stimulates the collapse of the living spirit has been effected: the alchemy is activated instantly, the effect lasts, and the effect is enhanced.

Chen Mo unscrewed the first test tube, and blood was poured on those fragments, and the lines on the fragments shone brightly.

Patsy Gattuso's blood, as the blood flowed, it seemed that the effectiveness of the Dustless Land had also increased slightly

In the next moment, the incantation of the extremely high sequence brewed in the mouth of the dragon attendant, and the effect of the words would be compressed into a moment of chanting, wiping out the function of these carefully crafted creations.

Speech and Commandment.

The three superimposed fields cast into iron walls disappeared directly under the suppression of the high spirit of speech, and the living spirit in the alchemy talisman was imprisoned in all actions.

A cruel smile gradually appeared on the dragon squire's face, maybe the freshness of the food will be greatly affected, but the curse of the Supreme must not be allowed to fall again.

Chen Mo unscrewed the second test tube, blood poured out, and those fragments gathered together on their own, forming a cylinder that was broken at both ends.

The blood of Nicholas Flammel, the blood of the old man who lay in the bell tower and watched the forum, recognized by the secret party as the noblest half-breed in the world today.

The fourth talisman on his body that had not yet been thrown suddenly lit up, this was in the realm of precepts! All dragons and hybrids in the realm will have their spiritual abilities suppressed! Not to mention the living spirits in alchemy?

"The old man's alchemy is really getting older and more demonic." Chen Mo sighed slightly.

The brilliance of the precepts once again bloomed in this small room, and the harsher precepts instantly suppressed the spirit of the dragon attendant, and the body of "Georges Laurent" froze in place like petrification, the light in his eyes faded, and even the dragonized features showed signs of disappearing.

The lines in the amulet are the embodiment of alchemy that tends to perfection, it is the same circuit as a certain matrix under the academy, the night watchman can suppress all the students of the academy under the amplification of the matrix, and the living spirit can even suppress the precepts of a subordinate species through the amplification front!

Chen Mo solemnly opened the last test tube, the blood turned out to be a pale gold color, when Chen Mo first got it, the blood was as red as ordinary people, but it was stored in a vacuum test tube sealed to the extreme, and the blood actually had a pale gold!

Third watering.

The light on the bronze shards had been fully illuminated, and the color of the metal had become new and dazzling, like bronze that had died in the long years had been resurrected, and the transparent quadrangular pyramid in the distance was slowly trembling.

The blood of Hembert Jean Angers, the blood of the Manifest Dragon Slayer, is perhaps the closest thing in the world to the blood of a dragon king.

In the midst of the difficult struggle, extremely pale pupils appeared from the body of "Georges Laurent", and he watched Chen Mo open the fourth test tube, which had the most familiar taste to him.

The same despair and powerlessness that rushed to his heart as when he witnessed the execution of the White King thousands of years ago.

The blood of the source child, the blood of the enemy, is the thing that most inspires hatred.

From under the ice to the camp on the ground, the roar of the Supreme was heard in everyone's ears.

Chen Mo stared coldly at the dragon servant, and the black tide in his eyes broke through the embankment of the dragon's heart, and seemed to turn into a thick black ocean.

"There's no need for something to come back that is dead."