Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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Angers immediately guessed that it was Fingel who was "tipping him off." If there was anyone in the world who cared more about the northernmost part of the earth than him and Schneider, it would be Fingel.

Thinking back to what my old friend mentioned a couple of days ago when we were chatting, about Finger's initiative to apply for early Nibelungen Project modifications, I was initially a little puzzled, but now it seems that everything was foreshadowed.

Three years later, the Whale Song was played again, and the immense pressure forced Fingel to make a resolute decision!

Has the academy made a decision yet?

“I’ve been in a remote meeting at sea all day since yesterday… Considering that you are also on a secret mission, Schneider and I have jointly decided that there is no need for you to be involved.”

"Aren't you worried I'll refuse? You know, those are the four great monarchs, and they're fighting on their home turf." Cao Han couldn't help but joke.

Angers confidently countered with, "Can you?"

"Of course... I won't!"

Cao Han and Angers on the other end of the phone both burst into joyful and excited laughter.

He was worried about where to make up for the remaining evolution points, so there was no reason for him to let go of the living Dragon King.

The biggest regret is that it's not possible to "eat one fish twice" like when they killed the White King in Japan.

Facing the sea in Angers, with spring flowers in bloom, I suddenly realized that I hadn't misjudged him.

With Angers as a backup, Cao Han was no longer in a hurry for the next rescue mission. He could only hear Kruba Noster talking rapidly into the phone, saying something incomprehensible.

Lucy Pallas understood that Croba Noster was urging him to meet immediately to discuss something extremely urgent.

He was quite clever and didn't tell the so-called middleman about Cao Han's situation.

If the middleman hears that it's from Kassel College and hears Cao Han's name, and then runs away or goes into hiding, wouldn't the unlucky one be Kruba Noster?

"Your Excellency, we have already made an appointment with them at a coffee shop on Love Street."

Cao Han immediately saw what Kruba Noster was worried about. "Don't be so nervous. Our principal said he will communicate amicably with the Doomsday Faction."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Kruba Noster forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Chapter 160 Life Transmutation

711 Love Street, St. Oak Cafe.

In the snow-covered landscape of Yekaterinburg, people prefer to enjoy a sip of vodka, the "water of life," a local specialty, during the day.

Liquor is the essence of grains; the more you drink, the younger you become.

The intense heat makes you feel like your abdomen is burning with heat with every bite, dispelling the chill and invigorating your spirit.

Therefore, when Cao Han and his group of five arrived at the place in a snowmobile, the place was practically deserted.

"He's just an ordinary person!"

Although he didn't have the precise judgment of the Word of Power: Bloodline Jigsaw, Cao Han's keen senses could still easily determine whether a person was an ordinary person or a hybrid.

Hybrids, because they carry the blood of pure-blooded dragons, inevitably have a slightly foul and turbid aura, which is more pronounced the better the bloodline.

They had planned everything, but they hadn't anticipated that the middleman between the Noster family and the Doomsday Faction would be an ordinary person.

However, being an ordinary person also has its advantages. Being among the crowd is like a drop of water falling into the ocean. Unless you reveal your identity, no one will think of you in that direction.

"Make a phone call."

"What!?"

Kruba Noster was stunned for two or three seconds after Cao Han said this before he realized that he was being asked to call the middleman.

The intention is easy to guess; it's simply to confirm the identity of the person inside.

If that's the case, that would be best. Cao Han was confident that once someone entered his perception range, they wouldn't be able to escape.

The worst-case scenario is that if they see so many people arrive before the people even arrive, it might alert them and they might not show up again, which would make things complicated.

"Dingling, ringing, ringing..."

Even through the glass door, the sound of a cell phone ringing could be heard coming from inside the store. The other people in the car didn't have Cao Han's sharp hearing, and they could only confirm his identity by witnessing the person inside answer the phone.

"Let's go, get off the bus."

Now that their identities have been confirmed, the rest is as simple as it gets.

The "middlemen" inside seemed somewhat alert, but there weren't many of them. They knew to choose a position facing the store door to keep an eye on the outside situation, but they didn't consider their own escape route.

Or perhaps he believed his identity was well concealed and that his status as an ordinary person wouldn't be discovered. Plus, he had been working with Kruba Noster for many years, so he didn't consider the possibility of being betrayed.

Ever since.

When the man in the middle saw five people getting off a heavy snowmobile across the street, especially when he saw the familiar Kruba Nost sandwiched between them, he felt a sudden sense of impending doom.

"If I were you, I would never even think of running away."

Before the man even got close, Cao Han's calm voice reached the middleman's ears, startling him so much that he dared not make a move.

Ordinary people who deal with the Noster family and the Doomsday Faction can hardly be considered truly ordinary; at the very least, they must be aware of the existence of superhuman beings like hybrids.

What surprised everyone even more was...

Beneath the black hood was an extremely exaggerated head of brightly colored mohawk, gloomy eyes like a vulture, ears covered with earrings, and a tattoo on the left side of his neck, making him look like a street thug.

"Kruba Noster, you have broken our agreement!"

At this moment, the boy had not yet fully grasped reality. In front of Cao Han and the others, he glared fiercely at Kruba Noster, and his words were still very impolite.

Cao Han had no objection to this; he didn't want to get involved in their internal affairs at all.

In comparison, the head-on battle with the dragons is more exciting.

The current situation of Leviathan, the King of the Ocean and Water, is unknown. Since Fingel began the Nibelungen Project to modify and enhance bloodlines, Cao Han has lost most of his sources of information.

Fingel's reputation as the "King of Paparazzi" continues to grow.

"Please introduce yourself."

Cao Han's tone was uncompromising from the moment he opened his mouth.

Speak human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts. Different approaches are needed when dealing with different people. He believes that it is better to be more domineering and take the lead in dealing with this kind of middleman who seems like a tough nut to crack.

For people like this, you can take three steps forward even if you take half a step back, so you might as well not give an inch from the start.

"Constantine."

"Pfft-"

As soon as they opened their mouths, Lucy Pallas couldn't help but exclaim, "Who are these people? They actually dared to speak so presumptuously about Constantine!"

Perhaps he was a little embarrassed, or perhaps it was because of Lucy Pallas's slightly mocking laughter that the middleman's already not-so-pale face instantly turned even darker, and his glare at Lucy Pallas had no killing intent whatsoever.

But he still stubbornly argued, "My idol is Constantine. Can't I share the same name as my idol?"

Unlike in China, where changing one's name requires going through certain procedures.

Foreigners are very free to change their names and surnames. They can call themselves anything, even Dante, let alone Constantine.

Closer to home.

"I won't waste my time."

"Kruba Noster said you can contact the Doomsday Faction directly, is that true?"

Faced with Cao Han's questioning, Constantine felt resentful that Kruba Noster had sold him out completely, but for some reason, whenever he wanted to resist Cao Han, he would involuntarily feel a sense of dread, as if enveloped by death.

Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction of the body when it sensed the threat of death.

"real."

Artificial Nibelungen are still Nibelungen, and they share certain properties.

Just as a house needs at least one door, every Nibelungen needs a fixed door.

To enter or exit this door, a "key" is required.

What Nibelungen needs is not a key in the traditional sense, but something like a mark. Only those who have entered Nibelungen will have a mark that is unique to Nibelungen.

This is why, in the original story, after Chu Zihang escaped from Odin's Nibelungen once, he inevitably fell back into it.

Instead of getting to the point, Cao Han suddenly introduced himself: "My name is Cao Han, and I come from Kassel College. You should have heard of me."

“I’ve heard of Kassel College.”

After Constantine finished speaking, he glanced at Anselm Valencia beside him, clearly indicating that his limited understanding of Kassel College came from this fellow.

This is perfectly normal in the isolated region of Siberia.

"As long as you help us deliver a message to the Doomsday Faction, I promise I won't make things difficult for you," Cao Han promised.

"This……"

After hearing the other party's request, Constantine's expression became hesitant and conflicted. He was able to get in touch with the Doomsday Faction thanks to his grandfather's protection.

My grandfather's generation met the Doomsday Party members who were traveling to Siberia by chance, and I have been serving them ever since.

However, they adhere to the principle of absolutely not interfering or participating in the process.

To put it simply, it means having an absolute sense of boundaries!

In my mind right now, two little figures are arguing with each other...

The angelic little man with a halo gently persuaded: "As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback. Your life is more important. Besides, you had no choice. The responsibility lies with Croba Nost, who betrayed you. If the Doomsday Faction wants to blame someone, they should blame him."

The little devil figure wielding a steel fork continued to tempt: Don't be so naive! Just because they say they won't make things difficult for you doesn't mean they really won't. Maybe the moment you've finished contacting the Doomsday Faction and lost your usefulness, they'll throw you away like trash.

The scales ultimately tipped in favor of the angel figure, "I can pass on the message to the Doomsday Faction for you, but..."

"but what?"

“But it might not be that fast,” Constantine explained truthfully.

He wasn't saying this to stall for time; it was simply the truth.

Nibelungen is a small world isolated from the real world, where conventional methods of communication become meaningless.

The only way Constantine could contact the other party was by entering Nibelungen through the door.

Even as he spoke, Constantine couldn't help but secretly observe Cao Han's expression, his heart pounding with nervousness, fearing that the next thing Cao Han would say was to ask him to lead them to the location of the Nibelung Gate.

The exact location of the door is a secret that the Doomsday Faction absolutely forbids from being revealed.