Chapter 397 The Last Descendants of the Dragon Clan (Three Thousand)
The world does not need so many strong people.
No one knows what Heferson's purpose is. He is very powerful and can be said to be standing at the top of the world, but he has been dormant for decades and has not even left much reputation in the vast Dusk Continent. Now, as soon as he is born, the first thing he does can shake the situation in the Dusk Continent.
Ron didn't know what he wanted to do, but he knew that Heferson was a variable, just like the Andre family. To Ron, this was an undoubted threat, even more so than the Andre family in a short period of time.
He had previously gone to the length of detonating dust within a kilometer radius, causing even more exaggerated damage than the forbidden spell, just to force Heferson out.
This person's strength is a mystery and very terrifying.
Whether it is an illusion or not.
Or maybe it's the position shift caused by space distortion.
The fact that he could lure himself directly into the jar was enough to show that Heferson's strength was extremely exaggerated. People like Apu and Holman were nothing but chickens and dogs in front of Heferson.
Even Christian and Valkyrie Arianna might not be able to withstand a few moves against Hefferson.
This strength is matched only by the gravekeeper in the Temple of Dusk, and is second only to the monster created deep beneath the Andre family mansion.
Even though Ron was very powerful, even if he released the seal on himself, he was still not sure of winning against a monster of this level.
Of course, in Ron's opinion, even if he couldn't defeat Heferson, he could still protect himself. Heferson was so powerful, so how could he be a weakling? Now that Heferson had finally been forced out, Ron was not in a hurry to take action.
As for Hefferson on the opposite side, it seemed that he had not expected that Ron's strength was so powerful and his methods were so decisive and ruthless. When he wrote Ron's name into the kill list, Hefferson only placed Ron at the same level as Christian and Arianna. Now it seems that it has far exceeded his expectations.
In this situation where neither side could figure out the other's strength, no one acted rashly.
Whether it was a tacit understanding or a mutual admiration, in short, after the earth-shaking explosion, there was a brief calm at the scene. Almost at the same time, two figures slowly flew towards the big pit formed by the explosion, and finally stopped on both sides of the pit.
At a close distance, they can see each other more clearly.
What shocked Ron the most was still Hefferson's appearance.
To be honest, there is not a single bit of elf-like handsomeness on this guy's face. Instead, he looks extremely rough.
Among the elves, this is definitely an outlier among outliers, but this appearance may also be an important reason why Heferson can become the high priest. Ron is not particularly clear about the process and standards of the elves in selecting high priests, but one of them is that one must be born with a vision.
Among the elves who all look handsome, it is no exaggeration to say that Heferson's appearance is a natural difference.
However, compared to his appearance, a certain aura about Heferson made Ron even more alert.
It was a feeling that was hard to describe. The three-meter-tall body brought with it a deep, oppressive, violent, and wild aura, as if it was not an elf, but a giant beast that roamed the ancient times.
Even the energy in Ron's body seemed to be attracted by this aura and became inexplicably restless. The Eye of the Dragon God in his right hand also emitted bursts of burning sensation.
Even the dragon god's eye embedded in the dragon's fang seemed to become more lively.
Suddenly Luo Enfu came to his mind: "Sir, you have dragon blood in you."
"Are you a descendant of the dragon race?"
Ron's voice broke the silence.
Heferson was originally examining Ron, and the more he looked at the young man in front of him, the more frightened he became.
His vision was so sharp. Although there were many extremely powerful beings who could maintain eternal youth or even rejuvenate, he could tell at a glance that Ron was completely different from an old monster like himself who had lived for one or two hundred years. This guy was really young.
Even if you can hold out for as long as the sky allows, you won’t be over thirty years old.
It was really too exaggerated that he could possess such strength at such an age. What shocked Heferson even more was that the young man in front of him, like himself, had layers of seals on his body to limit his own strength.
Could it be that this kid is also a powerful being who has broken through the realm of destruction and is rejected by the world? Even though Heferson is knowledgeable, he has never encountered such an exaggerated existence.
evildoer.
This kind of talent can only be described as a monster.
Heferson didn't know whether there was a genius that appeared once in a thousand years in this world, but he knew that in the two hundred years of his existence, his second son was the most talented in cultivation.
He is still young now, but if he is given enough time to grow, his future will be limitless in the future. He may even be able to set foot in the illusory realm of God.
The more this happened, the stronger the urge to kill Ron became in Heferson's chest.
But just when Heferson was filled with murderous intent, Ron's words instantly shattered the murderous intent, and what was left was unimaginable shock.
"Are you a descendant of the dragon race?"
When he heard this, even though Heferson was extremely cunning, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch suddenly.
How did he know that?
It is clear that there is not a single characteristic of a dragon on him.
In such a large elf tribe with hundreds of millions of elves, no one knew his secret. Instead, it was Ron who saw through his secrets the first time he saw him!
But he was not an ordinary person after all. The shock in his heart was quickly suppressed and his expression hardly changed at all.
In fact, after Ron saw through his true colors, he had no intention of hiding anything. If he did so, he would be at a disadvantage. "Yes, this priest has the blood of the dragon race."
"My mother was once a beautiful lady offered by the elves to the dragons, and was given a giant dragon by the Dragon King."
The dragon clan is a very special race. Dragons are inherently lustful and fond of beautiful women. Although they are huge in size, they can change their shape.
Moreover, there is almost no reproductive isolation between the dragon race and other major races, so the beauties from various races who offer sacrifices to the Dragon Valley will mostly become pregnant with dragon offspring.
However, these dragons are obviously the kind of scumbags who will not take responsibility when something goes wrong. They are only concerned with enjoying themselves when doing things, but if they really give birth to mixed-race offspring, they will regard it as a stain on the dragon bloodline.
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Some brutal dragons will not even wait until the fetus is born, but will destroy the fetus and the mother together. Some gentler dragons will allow the fetus to be born, but will expel the fetus after birth and leave it to fend for itself.
As for the fate of these mixed-race descendants, one can imagine.
Perhaps these mixed-race offspring can inherit the excellent genes from both parents and have excellent talents.
But how much strength can a newborn baby have? Either they die of hunger and thirst, or they become food for wolves, tigers, leopards, vultures, and hawks. Only one in ten thousand survives. Heferson was able to survive, and I don’t know how much God has blessed him…
However, it is precisely because of this blood from his father that Heferson has a unique physique and a talent for cultivation that is unmatched among the elves. Not only does he have the powerful physique of a dragon, but he also has the elves' keen perception of magical elements. Whether it is physical skills or magic, he can learn it in one go, and his strength improves at a monster speed.
If the surroundings had not been basically razed to the ground, and there was not that bottomless pit in the middle, the scene in front of us would actually look quite harmonious, just like two old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, getting together to chat in a friendly manner.
In the Dusk Continent, mixed-bloods are often rejected and looked down upon, but Ron was not like that. He knew very well what kind of monster this mixed-blood would become once it inherited the excellent genes of both parents. He just frowned and said, "Your Excellency the High Priest, there should be no life-and-death hatred between you and me, right?"
"Why did you arrange for someone to come and kill me?"
"I haven't offended you, have I?"
Ron really couldn't understand this.
He once thought that Hefferson might be the mechanic's puppet, but with the death list that Carol mentioned, Ron found that he had guessed wrong. After all, many of the mechanic's tools were also on the death list.
This guy was like a third-party chaotic evil force that suddenly jumped out, making the already chaotic situation even more tense.
Heferson smiled when he heard this. Although he looked rough, his every move seemed quite gentle and gentlemanly: "Sir, you are joking."
"Sir, of course you have never offended me..."
"Besides, I am open-minded by nature and will not take minor frictions to heart."
"I have never targeted you, sir."
"Oh, is that so?" Ron raised his eyebrows: "Is Carol deceiving me?"
The expression on Heferson's face became softer and softer: "Carol, she is a very good killer under my command. She did not deceive you."
"I was indeed the one who arranged this for her, and her purpose was indeed to kill you, but unfortunately, she failed."
Look at what he said. He was clearly talking about matters of life and death, but he kept calling him "you" and there was no anger at all.
But, why are you feeling sorry? Are you feeling sorry that you couldn't kill me? "But, I'm not targeting you, sir."
Hefferson slowly opened his hands, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn, noble, and even revealed a madness that made Ron's scalp tingle:
"I'm not targeting you."
"I just want to... kill everyone in this world equally!"
Chapter 1 3,000 words (End of this chapter)