Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 400: No Regrets for Killing a Child

"My dear Caesar, you disappoint me."

Pompey Gattuso's sigh condensed into white mist in the air, and his voice suddenly became cold, like a whirlpool under the frozen lake. "I was indeed too indulgent towards you, which is why you were brainwashed so thoroughly."

"He even drew his sword against his own father."

Caesar ignored him and continued to quickly finish the food in front of him, while his brain was working rapidly.

Was the food poisoned? Caesar was not worried. Even if it was poisoned, his pre-set stomach would solve the problem.

Including the expressionless waiters in the banquet hall, they suddenly appeared together, standing strangely on both sides of the long wooden dining table like twelve statues; when the pale white lightning outside the window briefly lit up, you could see that the skin on their necks had a translucent texture like a snake shedding its skin.

Ordinary people or hybrids might feel horrified and frightened, but for Astartes—

That was all. Caesar naturally took the napkin handed to him by the waiter and wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth and palms, ignoring the waiter's pupils that had shrunk into reptile-like vertical lines.

"I want to correct one more thing. It was my mother who gave birth to me and raised me. It has nothing to do with you."

Caesar's tone was indifferent and calm. "You know very well that you have sown more than just me, your 'seed'."

"And the reason I can become your 'son' and the future heir of the Gattuso family is only because my bloodline happens to match your requirements. The other brothers and sisters who don't meet your requirements were sent to an island in the Atlantic Ocean to spend the rest of their lives. The best result their mother could get was to have her memory wiped."

"So stop playing the father-son role-playing game. What I care more about is, as the 'King of the Dark Side', what is your purpose in inviting me here? Do you want to persuade me to surrender, or do you want to gain something from me, your offspring who meets your unknown requirements?"

Caesar stared at Pompey Gattuso's face, wanting to see how the latter would react when he heard the words "Dark King".

Confused? Surprised? Angry?
None of them. Pompey just stared at Caesar silently, his expression as calm as a frozen lake.

After a long while, he slowly said, "Have you ever regretted accepting my invitation?"

"I only regret not wearing power armor. Next time I will wear Skyhawk Knight to the banquet. But I don't think there will be a next time." Caesar shrugged.

(The prototype of the Skyhawk Knight is the armor that Lu Mingfei wore before he turned into a big guy, which imitated the "Exemplar Armor" of the Battle Sister)

(Later, the Alchemy Equipment Department developed a terrifying mecha version suitable for Astartes to drive)

"So you have only just guessed my identity?" Pompey tapped the table with his fingers, and the waiter beside him immediately bent over and poured scarlet wine into the goblet.

"From the time you appeared to the time that piece of meat turned into energy reserve, it took a total of three minutes and forty seconds." Caesar picked up the tablet and raised it slightly, "through the way you blocked my signal."

"Let's not talk about the technological gap between our legion's portable computer system and the iPhone 3G - from my perception, there is no physical shielding method such as a strong jammer deployed here."

"It's possible that there are other solutions that I can't detect with my senses, such as directional antenna shielding; but this doesn't make much sense, because you need to isolate me more than you need to isolate the signal."

Caesar slowly stood up from his chair. His 290-centimeter-long bare-armored torso cut off the waterfall of light from the crystal chandelier above his head, like a tilted black tower, casting a huge shadow on the long wooden dining table and even half of the banquet hall.

The expressionless puppet waiters stood frozen on both sides of the dining table, and the suppressed horror and weirdness collapsed and shattered.

"That's the alchemy of the dragon race."

"Nibelungen is ruled out first. Then the alchemical matrix barrier is recommended. However, setting up this barrier can only prove that you have a high level of alchemical attainments. It does not confirm that you are the Dragon King. After all, Vice Principal Flamel can also set up such a barrier."

"'Space barrier' is different. As one of the 'Seven Thrones' of alchemy, the power of space opening is only mastered by first-generation dragons. Although this speculation will put me in a dangerous situation from trying to capture you alive to not being captured by you alive, if you really open a space barrier to block the signal, then there is no doubt that you are the Dragon King."

Caesar sat down slowly. "And there is another doubt. It is this doubt that makes me think that you are the dark king."

"Why don't you construct Nibelungen Space?"

"From what I know about alchemy, the ultimate power of space opening is to be able to construct the Nibelungen. Compared to a space barrier that just covers the real world with a piece of cloth, the Nibelungen constructed by folding space is undoubtedly more reliable in terms of 'imprisonment'."

"Without 'beacons' or 'keys', even our legion would find it difficult to detect and find the unknown Nibelungen."

"Will it cost a huge amount? No, the energy and resources required to build a small Nibelungen space are definitely not to the point that you cannot accept it."

"Unless... you know the secrets of our legion to some extent."

“For example, if I am in the Nibelungen space, my combat power will be further enhanced;”

"For example, I am a shining 'beacon'. You are afraid that the great will of the Lord of Humanity will be able to sense your existence."

Caesar raised the corners of his mouth slightly. On the other side of the long table, Pompeii's hand holding the wine glass had blue veins bulging like earthworms under his pale skin. This subtle change was clearly visible in his eyes.

"Odin has fallen, the 'Emperor' has perished; the only one who still knows the secrets of the Legion is the 'Dark King' who has been hiding behind the scenes before the Legion was officially established."

After Caesar finished speaking, the banquet hall fell into a deathly silence for a short time. It was not until a bolt of thunder broke through the sky outside the window that Pompey slowly spoke:

"Does it make sense?"

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to answer like this." Caesar raised his eyebrows. "Meanwhile? Of course there is. At least the Legion doesn't have to go through so much trouble to search the world for your true identity."

"After all the first generation dragon kings are dealt with, it will be the Black King. All the dragon clan's affairs will be resolved. This world will move towards the starry sea with a brand new attitude, and I will follow the legion to save another starry sea."

Caesar stood up again, pressing his palms on the table with such force that it almost broke it. In the shadow cast by his brow, the pair of ice-blue eyes inherited from Pompey Gattuso seemed to burn with the edge of a judge:

"For allowing me to attend Kassel College and get to know Lu Mingfei and join the Legion, on behalf of the Sword of Revelation Legion -"

Every syllable that came out of Caesar's mouth sounded like the sound of steel clashing, drowning out the thunder outside the window. "I order you to give up resistance immediately, confess everything you know to the Legion, and hand over your 'Great Library Authority' to the Lord of Mankind."

"The Lord of Mankind may grant you once more the same forgiveness as the White King: you may live in peace in this world."

……

Pompey raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass. When he met Caesar's eyes again, the sea-blue eyes that drove countless women crazy seemed to be stained with molten red gold;

The ferocious vertical pupils of the reptile were like a sharp blade splitting the iris, and the might of the ancient dragon unique to the first generation turned into tangible air pressure that rolled through the hall, shaking the crystal chandelier to emit a loud bell-like wail.

He whispered to himself:
"I don't feel any psychological burden to kill my son who has become like this. Don't blame me, dear Gulveig."