Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Chapter 240 The Dragon-Skin Bible

Behind the adult, there were often two strong warriors, one holding an axe and in charge of life and death, and the other holding a club to give the criminals appropriate punishment. People both loved and feared him.

—From *Rome: The Forgotten Past, The Memories of the People*

"These mixed-race individuals from the Roman Catholic Church are quite special."

As Li Wuyue spoke, she used her sharp, dark gray dragon claws to tear open the breastplate of the Templar Knight that she was stepping on.

With a clang, the shell fragment from its chest was thrown next to a green metal trash can on the side of the road.

Following Li Wuyue's voice, Ye Jingchen looked toward the chest of the Templar Knight. Instead of the expected colorful purplish-red patterns, he saw large patches of fine gray scales, like those of a Western diamond-spotted rattlesnake.

"Shouldn't this be just a normal dragon transformation phenomenon?" Chen Motong leaned closer and asked.

Ye Jingchen pointed to the Templar Knight's pupils, "Chen Motong, have you ever seen someone who, even after entering dragon form, still has a clear mind like a normal person?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Motong suddenly realized what was happening and covered her mouth in disbelief. "My God! Doesn't that mean that the Roman Catholic Church has a method that allows people to transform into dragons and gain power without causing hybrids to lose their minds and go berserk?!"

It's important to understand that the reason humans wanted to obtain the power of dragons' words was because alchemy was difficult to master, and the fragile human body was no match for dragons. This led them to resort to this desperate measure: creating hybrid species as life forms.

Ye Jingchen noticed that the Templar Knight wore a black cross necklace with silver trim around his neck. He bent down slightly, reached out and felt the Templar Knight's pulse, then glanced at Li Wuyue and said, "Take your foot off, he's already dead."

"Huh? I don't think so. He was still beating a moment ago." Li Wuyue quickly withdrew her foot from his chest. Her dark gray claws had left deep scratches on his chest, revealing the bone, but they were not fatal.

Ye Jingchen reached out and grasped the Templar Knight's chin. The Knight's greasy beard was quite noticeable. He pried open the Knight's mouth and saw a blue and white capsule that had been bitten open, from which flowed a dark green liquid, clearly a highly poisonous substance.

“He committed suicide by poisoning himself, not by stepping on him,” Ye Jingchen said, shoving his chin away.

Li Wuyue leaned closer to Ye Jingchen and asked softly, "When we went to Blitz Rambo, they had prepared more than a thousand hybrids to resist us. How come we only have a few people now that we're in a more famous place like Rome? It doesn't make sense."

Chen Motong nodded and clipped the alchemical repeating crossbow to his tactical belt. "Yeah, these guys seem to have no idea what we're up to."

As Chen Motong spoke, she turned to look at Jormungandr, "Xia Mi, did you not do anything at all? The Vatican is actually looking down on us like this."

Jormungandr immediately widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide:

"Where haven't you been doing your job?!"

"How could that be? My brother and I have been working hard these past two days in the Rome area, employing flanking maneuvers, you know?"

"Alright, stop arguing, everyone be quiet," Ye Jingchen said.

Jormungandr and Chen Motong immediately shut their mouths.

Li Wuyue glanced at Jormungandr, then at Chen Motong, and said nothing more, nor could she say anything more. She reached out and took off the cross necklace from the Templar Knight's neck, putting it in her pocket. "Should we go directly to the Vatican to find them?"

"No need, let them come to us." Ye Jingchen shook his head and pointed to the traces of battle around them. "If we go to them, it's like pulling up radishes from the ground. After pulling them out, we still have to clean the mud off ourselves. But if they come to us, it's like walking into a trap, which will save us a lot of trouble."

Upon hearing this, Xia Mi tensed up instantly. She leaned closer to Ye Jingchen and suggested, "Boss, I think this is a bit inappropriate. What if those people try to annoy us by surrounding us first and then ambushing us, using those heavy weapons and alchemical weapons? The situation will be very unfavorable for us."

Ye Jingchen glanced at Xia Mi, "You, a dignified Dragon King, what are you afraid of a few mixed-bloods? Can they be your match?"

"No, boss, it's not that I'm afraid of hybrids, it's just that the hybrids that have appeared recently are all very strange, and their strength is many times higher than in previous years. They're either immune to dragon's might or they have extraordinary backgrounds. We dragon kings are under a lot of pressure, you know?" Jormungandr shrugged helplessly.

Meanwhile, the other dragon king was quite relaxed.

The setting sun dyed the Tiber River a molten gold. Fenrir squatted on the riverbank, munching on his third box of fried chicken. Oil dripped from his obsidian-like knuckles into the river, startling a few silvery-scaled fish.

Fenrir suddenly twitched his nostrils, catching a whiff of frankincense and aphrodisiac scents carried on the air—a unique fragrance used by the Vatican during Mass.

"Oh no, I have a feeling they're coming!" A crack appeared in the granite armor on Jormungandr's fingertips, revealing a pulsating ouroboros tattoo beneath. These ouroboros seemed to come alive, coiling around Jormungandr's arms and enhancing the offensive power of her arm armor.

The bells of St. Peter's Basilica on the opposite bank of the river are ringing out in unison!

Among the approaching procession, twelve cardinals slowly stepped forward, each holding a scroll in their hand.

Li Wuyue and Jormungandr's eyes dimmed instantly when they saw the scrolls in their hands.

These items are Bibles made from dragon skin. You should know that Nidhogg, the Black King, banned the use of dragon skin to make everyday items a long, long time ago.

Ye Jingchen leaned against the broken wall, tossing his erotic tortoise shell around. The alchemical runes dancing on its surface shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the church's stained-glass windows.

&34; It was quite a spectacle. The old guards of the Cardinals brought out their most treasured relics. Even the leather Bible made Jormungandr and Li Wuyue's expressions change drastically; if nothing unexpected happened, it was probably made of dragon skin. &34;

Li Wuyue suddenly pressed her left chest.

The tremors of her newborn heart resonated with the Latin chants sung by the bishops, and ancient memories etched into her genes were awakening.

On Christmas Eve in 800 AD, when Charlemagne was crowned, the Vatican used the same hymns to baptize the descendants of the Black King, bestowing blessings upon them.

&34; Holy Spirit - Sevenfold Crown! &34;

The chief bishop's scepter struck the ground heavily.

The angels in the ceiling murals suddenly broke free from their plaster casts, their stone wings shaking off the dust to reveal the alchemical skeletons cast in bronze beneath.

They wielded flaming swords and scales of truth, their eye sockets glowing with bluish-gray soul fire.

Chen Motong's alchemical compass clicked, its pointer spinning wildly before pointing to a familiar coordinate:

&34; These angels are no ordinary beings; they are not simply alchemical artifacts or undead guards. They must possess the power of incantations! &34;

'Correction.' Ye Jingchen caught the flaming sword falling from the sky; the blade melted into molten iron in his palm—'a flawed product deliberately left by Norton.'

As if to confirm Chen Motong's words, the six-winged angels suddenly all crashed.

Sparks flew from the bronze seams at their necks, and alchemical liquid seeped from the joints like pus and blood, corroding the marble steps until they were riddled with holes.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fenrir swung the vending machine, and cans of pasta rained down on the angels in the front row, turning them into dust.

"That's it? It shattered so easily. I thought it was something more powerful." Jormungandr's granite armor climbed onto his cheek, and the phantom of the World Serpent stretched its body in the twilight. "I thought..."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly split open into an abyss.

Twelve obsidian coffins burst from the ground, and the inverted cross pattern engraved on the coffin lids made Li Wuyue's pupils shrink sharply!

This kind of encounter is very similar to the alchemical matrix that Odin used to seal her in the Arctic ice cave.

The moment the stone coffin was opened, a dragon claw covered in bone spurs emerged from the towering black mist. The venom flowing from the claw tip was exactly the same as the venom from the capsule that the Templar Knight had bitten open earlier.

34; The surprise is always at the end. 34; Ye Jingchen's White King Saint Mark shone like the rising sun, and when the Lustful Rib Spear cleaved through the black mist, it emitted a sharp metallic clang.

The creatures in the mist revealed their true forms: three hundred clones with identical faces. Below the pulsating inverted cross branding on their necks were black number tattoos, likely numbered or something similar that had been tattooed on them as soon as they appeared.

In ancient China, under special circumstances, parents would sometimes mark their children, especially boys, with special symbols to prevent them from being abducted. This was because most people in ancient times preferred boys to girls.

For example, there's the rather dramatic story of Xue Pinggui, who had the character "Wen" pierced into his back with a needle. He later used this pierced character to prove his identity and became the ruler of the Dragon Kingdom at the time.

Chen Motong's alchemical crossbow suddenly changed direction. The camellia hairpin adorning her red hair gleamed with a bluish light, the arrow tip pointing directly at the monsters emerging from the obsidian coffins. She said nervously, "The game is over. Watch me, I'll wipe them all out!"

She decisively pulled the trigger, and the alchemical crossbow bolt shot out with a whoosh, its target the leader of the twelve cardinals.

Yes, Chen Motong bypassed the three hundred monsters in front of him, aiming to capture the leader first.

Unfortunately, the effect Chen Motong had anticipated did not occur. The alchemical arrow was intercepted by the stone coffin monster halfway through its flight towards the cardinal.

Dark green liquid flowed densely from the cracks in the stone floor, spreading outwards in all directions.

In an instant, the twelve cardinals also changed their attire.

The red robe transformed into armor.

The helmet features an eagle-beak design that only exposes the eyes, a protective net with iron chains around the head and neck, and full body armor covering the chest, arms, and legs.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter," came the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

The Templar Knight commander who had just fled returned, but he wasn't alone; in his arms was a woman dressed in a black nun's habit.

Don't provoke a guy on horseback; in a moment of anger, he might actually rush into your house looking for you.

He stood to one side, watching the cardinals about to charge, and slapped the nun's butt hard. "You stinky Sister Immel, look closely, see clearly who those young Chinese-looking guys are!"

"Ah~ Alright! Don't be in such a hurry! My respected Knight Commander." Sister Immel's slender eyebrows furrowed in pain.

She turned her head to look in Ye Jingchen's direction and drew a card from the tarot deck.

Looking at the images on the cards, she instantly felt a sense of foreboding and broke out in a cold sweat.

Sister Immel reached out and tugged at the man's sleeve, saying in a panic, "Sir Knight, although I don't know who he is, it's very dangerous, really dangerous! Let's get out of here quickly!"

"Sister, you really have no sense of propriety!" The commander of the Holy Templar Knights grabbed the nun's hair, forcing her to look directly at the cardinals. "See them? Those are cardinals!"

Do you know what an S-class hybrid is? All twelve of them are!

And those monsters that came out of the obsidian coffins, emanating a highly poisonous dark green liquid, those guys are something else, they were made from the corpses of top-tier hybrid warriors after they died!

You know absolutely nothing about power!

Sister Immel clasped her hands together and looked at him devoutly. "Very well, my respected Knight Commander, I believe you. Please let me go back."

"No, you greedy nun, I must let you witness the power of our Holy See!" The Holy See Templar Knight commander grabbed Sister Immel's long hair, pressed her head down, and then slapped her bottom.

"You must have reverence for the Papacy, and make the Papacy's place in your heart above money!"

Sister Immel writhed in pain on horseback, "Um~ I understand, my respected knight commander, please don't hit me anymore, I'll see, I'll see."

At this moment, Ye Jingchen was paying attention to the Bibles in the hands of the cardinals. He turned to look at Jormungandr and asked, "Do you think the reason these hybrids don't submit to your bloodline is because of those dragon-skin Bibles?"

“I’m not quite sure. In the past, when I faced these dragon-blooded creatures, I would just give them a look and they would submit. I’m not used to this situation now,” Jormungandr said.

Ye Jingchen: "Now, you and your brother Fenrir, rush over and deal with these monsters that are coming out of the obsidian coffins. Li Wuyue and I will go and meet those cardinals in armor, and see just how strong they really are!"

As he spoke, Ye Jingchen put the Lustful Ribbon into the Seven Deadly Sins Sword Box and took out the Wrathful Horse-Slaying Saber!

Leading Li Wuyue, they teleported towards the twelve cardinals.

Jormungandr only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lust return to the sword case of the Seven Deadly Sins. "The boss is really messing with my mind. Why did he keep waving Lust around like that?"

She watched the two leave, then turned to her brother Fenrir, "Brother, you go first, I'll cover you."

Fenrir blinked, the fried chicken leg in his mouth falling into the packaging box, "..."